Liu Bancheng offered to keep vigil for the village owner, but actually he wanted to take the opportunity to find what he wanted.
Liu Wancheng handed the clothes to Yao Yue and asked her to return to the carriage to deal with Yixu.
Yao Yue said, "It's exactly what I want, but you have to remember, Liu Bancheng, you have to stay here to keep vigil and don't wander around."
When Liu Bancheng said yes, a small fist had already hit his chest hard, causing Liu Bancheng to stagger backward.
Liu Bancheng touched his chest with his right hand and felt very comfortable.
At night watch, people dispersed one after another, and calm returned to the manor.
Lanterns were hung high at the four corners of the yard.
A charcoal fire was burning in front of the coffin.
The three red lights of the high incense on the desk were sending wisps of clouds and smoke rising.
The person keeping vigil with Liu Bancheng was still the middle-aged man who had originally swiped the banner against him.
The middle-aged man placed two horse stools on both sides of the fire in front of the coffin.
The fire made the square face appear more clearly.
Liu Bancheng asked, "Brother! What is your hall master's illness?"
Liu Bancheng wanted to find something to say to get closer.
The generous face didn't want to answer Liu Bancheng's question at all. He turned around and looked at the coffin parked in the mourning hall as if he hadn't heard anything.
In Liu Bancheng's opinion, this coffin was larger than the coffins used in modern burials.
The length should be at least two and a half meters, the upper opening should be 1 meter wide, and the base should be about one and a half meters wide.
Judging from the stripes, it should be made of old red pine.
Pictures of lotuses and peonies were carved out with a soldering iron on both sides. The lid of the coffin should be engraved with words wishing happiness to the deceased. Liu Bancheng looked at the crooked symbols and turned his head but couldn't understand. He didn't know where they were. country’s characters.
Liu Bancheng, who had a generous face in front of the coffin, was watching every move.
Seeing that Da Fang's face was always looking at him, Liu Doucheng walked around the coffin and then returned to the stove and sat down. His body was tired and sleepy, and he was too lazy to talk to him.
At this time, the night was already very deep, and apart from the wind blowing the leaves, there was only the crackling fire in front of me.
The white cloth strips on the spiritual flags were blown by the wind from time to time.
I don't know why, Liu Bancheng's heart seemed so calm at this time.
It seemed that what he was attending was not a condolence event, but a New Year's vigil.
In other words, he didn't feel afraid of such a night. He always felt that the person lying in the coffin was still alive but just asleep. A strange feeling.
He said, "Brother, do you often have headaches?"
Liu Bancheng was very interested in the black mole between this man's eyebrows.
Try this cliche.
The night was long, and I wanted to understand the situation of this manor through the person opposite me, so as to find a breakthrough.
When this man heard Liu Bancheng say that his head always hurts, his eyebrows twitched upward.
"What, how do you know?"
Liu Bancheng thought there was a way!
"Does your head often hurt? Have you ever been dizzy for a long time?"
"Yes!" The middle-aged man with a square face nodded vigorously.
As he spoke, he straightened up. His legs, which were originally together in a defensive posture, were now turned around. His face and whole body began to face Liu Bancheng.
"Then tell me, what's wrong with me?"
"This problem is not a big problem!" Liu Bancheng also dismissed it.
"It's not a big problem. Our village owner has saved me several times. The village owner has been kind to me, and I can never repay his kindness in this life. After saying this, the old man actually burst into tears.
Liu Bancheng thought to himself, "Is there such a coincidence in this world?"
He asked generously, "What's going on? Where's the coincidence?"
"It's a strange thing. What's the coincidence? It's a coincidence that I have met you before in our country! Don't you know me?"
"Which country are you from?"
"I am from a country that only existed in your country three thousand years ago, called China!"
"You can't see this country, and you can't understand it if you tell me!"
"In that case, forget it, I don't want to hear it either!"
Liu Bancheng was very bored and didn't want to prove anything, so he moved the small bench to a place far away from the fire, put it on his chest and thought about it for a while.
Unexpectedly, this middle-aged man with a square face followed him.
"I want to hear it, tell me! Anyway, I think you really don't look like the person who harmed my benefactor! Idle time is idle, and it's still early in the morning!"
When Liu Bancheng heard this, he became more energetic. He told him stories about what happened between him and people who looked like him.
Unexpectedly, this person did have such a dream. The process is the same as Liu Bancheng’s.
Liu Bancheng said, "I have a soldier named Fan Changlin."
"arrive!"
When the middle-aged man heard Liu Bancheng mention the words "Fan Changlin", he stood up. His voice was obviously very loud on such a night. Liu Cheng was startled.
"Sir, how do you know my name?"
Liu Bancheng was even more puzzled.
