Half an hour later.
A few hundred meters outside Furong Town, the winding road less than 7 meters wide leads into the distance. It is early spring, and there are green rice on both sides of the road.
There was a relatively narrow fork road next to it that was winding and winding to nowhere. Jiang Yingbai stood on the road with a puzzled look on his face.
Wei Ze handed a brand new 100 yuan note to the motorcycle driver who sent them.
After finding the change, the motorcycle driver got into the car and muttered in a low voice: "Why are these young lovers coming to this deserted place after they have eaten enough and have nothing to do?"
"Your family is not short of money, right?"
When Wei Ze thought of his splendid hall, he subconsciously responded: "No."
Jiang Yingbai didn't know, so he asked, "Then why did you get off the bus halfway?"
"I don't know," Wei Ze shook his head. He didn't know why he subconsciously refused to let others take this path.
Jiang Yingbai looked at Wei Ze's ignorant expression and gave up on the matter. She changed the question, "Why does your home live in such a remote place?"
The living environment in the village is far inferior to that in the city, with few recreational facilities and not many opportunities for development.
Jiang Yingbai really couldn't imagine that Wei Ze, a young man in his 20s, would stay in this ravine.
This time Wei Ze answered quickly without thinking, "I like to be with my family. My family doesn't like crowded places. They like to live in a quieter place."
Wei Ze led the way, while Jiang Yingbai looked around. She was born in a big city. This was her first time coming to the countryside. Everything was very new to her.
After walking for a few minutes, Wei Ze stopped at a bluestone path, "Look, that's my home over there. You can get there in five minutes along this path."
Jiang Yingbai looked towards the place he pointed to. It was completely white over there. There seemed to be heavy fog around the house. Only two faint red lights could be seen vaguely. They should be two large lanterns. In addition to this, Jiang Yingbai looked at the place he pointed at. Ying Bai couldn't see anything clearly.
On both sides of the bluestone road are three-meter-long red satin tied with large white lantern-shaped hydrogen balloons half a meter in diameter. In order to prevent the hydrogen balloons from floating away, they are pressed down with stones.
The sky is covered with dark clouds, as if raindrops will fall in the next moment, and the sounds of opera can still be vaguely heard. The whole scene is serious and depressing. Although I have never seen this scene, any fool knows what is going on inside. Jiang Yingbai walked in Wei Zebei asked, "Is your family holding a funeral?"
Wei Ze bit his lip unconsciously and his face turned pale. He looked to the side without focus. He turned around when he heard Jiang Yingbai's words. His tone was trembling and trembling, not sure whether it was because of fear or sadness.
"There was no funeral at home when I...left."
Just when Jiang Yingbai was about to say something, a cat meow instantly attracted their attention. There was a black cat standing on the red brick and black tile wall.
"Meow~"
Wei Ze's body trembled and his pupils shrank instantly, "It's that cat! It's that cat! I saw it at my grandfather's funeral!!"
As he yelled, the surrounding environment began to change. A locust tree suddenly appeared in front of the gate. A rope dyed red with blood was hung on the middle and largest tree branch, and a corpse was hung under the rope. Her eyes protruded, her lips thickened, her tongue protruded, her abdomen bulged, and her hands drooped.
The ruins of the building in front of him were as black as if they had been burnt by fire. The weeds on the roadside were almost up to Jiang Yingbai's chest. The lantern in front of the gate was shaky and had several holes. At a glance, he could still see the short branches inside. A piece of candle is still burning.
The next second the environment returned to normal. Just when Jiang Yingbai wondered if he had seen a mistake, the environment became dilapidated again.
Jiang Yingbai looked at the crazy Wei Ze beside her. She was thinking whether there was something wrong with her eyes or if this guy did it.
His mental state was obviously extremely bad. One moment he said there were no dead people, and the other moment he said he had seen a black cat at his grandfather's funeral. How could a living person hold a funeral?
The black cat glanced at Jiang Yingbai and jumped into the yard.
Wei Ze stared at the place where the cat disappeared with red eyes. He grabbed his hair and gritted his teeth and said, "It's it! It must be because it caused grandpa to become neither human nor ghost now! It's it! It's it!"
Wei Ze chased after him like crazy, and Jiang Yingbai followed him with questions in his mind.
There were two white lanterns with the word "mourning" hanging on the door. Wei Ze pushed them open and rushed in.
Jiang Yingbai was stunned when he saw the scene inside.
The ground was littered with round paper coins, and there were several piles of burning paper coins next to them. There were more than a dozen people kneeling in the yard, all looking at the door through which Jiang Yingbai came in. They wore white silk ribbons on their heads. He has a cold expression and his face is as pale as paper.
After looking around the yard, there was no sign of Wei Ze at all. Jiang Yingbai felt something bad and her scalp was numb. She swallowed and subconsciously looked at the black and white photos placed in the mourning hall.
A big boy with regular facial features smiled brightly in front of the camera. The man looked exactly like Wei Ze.
Jiang Yingbai's eyes nearly popped out of her head. No matter how much she deceived herself before, there were no ghosts in the world. Now seeing the scene in front of her, she had to admit that there really was a ghost in the world, and she followed that ghost stupidly for several hours. .
Jiang Yingbai calmly took a step back, and a harmless smile appeared on his face subconsciously, "Are you still missing someone? Let me join in. I have the strength to lift coffins and other things."
A "pop" sound showed that there was no wind and no one. The door behind him was closed. Jiang Yingbai was so frightened that he almost screamed.
The middle-aged man who was kneeling at the front and looked to be in his 50s withdrew his gaze and shouted at the only person beside him who lowered his head and did not look at Jiang Yingbai: "Wei Ze! Is this how I usually teach you?!"
Jiang Yingbai was stunned. Either she didn't notice or the presence of that person was too low. In her impression, there was no one there a few seconds ago.
Is this important? It's not important. What's important is that he is actually calling a dead man's name.
I saw the man slowly raised his head. His face was exactly the same as the person in the black and white photo in the mourning hall. Wei Ze glanced at Jiang Yingbai expressionlessly and said, "I'm sorry, father. It's all my fault. It's my fault." I didn’t tell my friends clearly not to come to me during this period.”
Jiang Yingbai quickly realized that something was wrong. No, that was wrong. That person called Wei Ze's name. How could anyone attend his funeral?
Jiang Yingbai carefully compared the kneeling Wei Ze with the black and white portrait in the mourning hall. She soon discovered that the man in the mourning hall photo had an extra mole on his ear than Wei Ze. Could they be twins?
Wei Ze's father, Wei Qin, could not bear it. Such a ridiculous thing happened in such a serious scene. He yelled angrily: "Now that I know, why don't you tell her to get out!!"
Wei Ze's face was filled with fear, and his voice was trembling slightly, "Father, he was my brother's best friend during his lifetime. I think my brother should..."
Before he finished speaking, Wei Qin forcibly interrupted him. Maybe he knew that the deceased was a person who valued friendship and loyalty during his lifetime, "Next time something like this happens, I'll break your legs!"
"Thank you, Father." After saying this, Wei Ze lowered his head, and dozens of other people also lowered their heads.
Jiang Yingbai hesitated at that moment whether to join them, but she moved to the side knowingly, ensuring that they could not see her, and that she would not die if she did not seek death.
She turned into the nearby yard, which was filled with flowers, roses, roses, lilies, peonies, and camellias. They were all blooming at different times.
There is a small, crystal clear pool next to it, with small ink-colored fish swimming around.
The breeze blew gently, Jiang Yingbai frowned, and there was a faint smell of smoke in the air.
Looking for the smell, Jiang Yingbai saw a half-covered back door at the end of the yard, and the sound of burning paper kept coming from there.
