After a while, I breathed out softly: "Let's go."
After coming out of the tile-roofed house, we walked sideways through the back door. When we looked up, we saw that the bar hall had been converted into a mourning hall.
Zhang Hanshan's black-and-white portrait stood in the middle. When the passing draft blew, all the paper figures and money in the room trembled.
I looked at Zhang Hanshan's photo intently and felt familiar.
It took me a long time to remember that I had indeed seen it at his house. It was the wedding photo of him and Chen Wei.
Although Zhang Zhenhai and Zhang Hanshan are peers, they are also wearing mourning at the moment. When a group of us walked in, he didn't react.
Now he is more like a robot that can only burn paper.
At this time, several horse boys came up from behind, holding white linen clothes respectfully with both hands: "Mr. Chen, you..."
I said to Ji Canghai, "Put them all on."
From a seniority perspective, it’s okay if we kowtow.
But morally speaking, Zhang Hanshan threw his life in, and we should do the same.
When we knelt down next to Zhang Zhenhai, he turned his head dullly.
After not seeing him for a whole night, his shiny and shiny head suddenly became mottled.
The so-called white hair overnight is not an exaggeration.
Zhang Zhenhai forced a smile and said, "They're all here."
"Well, they're all here."
He rubbed his walnut-like eyes: "He left nothing behind in the end, so I'll just build a tomb for him, and I won't bury his body."
"Send it off today."
Beloved relatives and friends died tragically in the flames. In the end, there were no bodies left, and not even a thought could be found in the future.
There is no empathy in the world, God knows how sad he is right now.
While talking, there was a noise outside the door.
I looked out through the gap in the crowd and saw a dozen people holding a large coffin on their shoulders.
A soft cushion half a foot high was specially placed under the coffin. Even with such care, it still made a huge muffled sound when it landed on the ground.
The sunlight fell on the coffin lid, reflecting the golden threads running through the head and tail.
Ho!
This is a coffin made of golden nanmu!
In the past, this thing was exclusive to the emperor!
This thing must be completed in one go without any splicing in between.
Zhang Zhenhai really spent a lot of money. This coffin cost at least hundreds of thousands.
As family members, we are here to welcome and entertain the guests.
After a while, I wanted to stand up and move my body, but suddenly I turned around, which shocked me.
When I was kowtowing here just now, I saw someone behind me setting up a banquet.
Weddings and funerals also have to entertain guests, so this is nothing unusual.
To my surprise, the white cloth behind me turned into bright red silk, and even the tablecloth turned red.
Zhang Hanshan died young, and it was not considered a funeral at all. This specification should not be used!
The huge bar lobby was divided into two halves. On the left side, there were cries of mourning and black smoke wrapped in the smell of burning paper rushing to the roof; while on the right side, there were lights and colorful decorations, and everything was filled with joy.
I was stunned for a moment, quickly stood up, and walked to Zhang Zhenhai in a few steps.
"Brother, such an arrangement is against the rules!"
Zhang Zhenhai patted the dust on his hands and said with a smile, "You misunderstood."
"This is a celebration party."
He turned his head and looked at Zhang Hanshan's portrait: "The dead rest in peace, the living must continue to live."
"He can have a glass of wine just watching here."
I suddenly felt a sense of respect for the man in front of me.
Logically speaking, he is the saddest.
But since he came back last night, he didn't complain a word, let alone cry and fight, but calmly directed everything.
But his graying hair undoubtedly proved his sadness.
Even if Mount Tai collapses without changing his face, this is a true hero!
The banquet behind him had been set up, and Zhang Zhenhai waved to Ma San'er: "When will the person you asked to contact arrive?"
"Already arrived, waiting at the door."
Zhang Zhenhai waved his hand: "Please come in!"
While I was wondering, a large number of people had already poured in outside the door...
