Zhou's words immediately made Qi Yu stunned.
Could it be that the old lady fell into a coma and became confused? Otherwise, why couldn't she even recognize her relatives?
Thinking of this, Qi Yu quickly moved closer to let his mother see more clearly.
"Mom, if you take a closer look, I am your son Qi Aman!"
"You said you are... Ah Ma..."
Zhou murmured feebly, and after thinking for a moment, she still turned her eyes to her son.
Her vision was a little blurry, but her focus was still intact. From this, it could be seen that she had not lost her mind at this moment.
When Qi Yu saw his mother looking over, he quickly asked, "Mom, do you have anything else to explain after your death?"
After hearing this, Mrs. Zhou sighed softly, shook her head and said: "???????????????? About the family affairs, I... have nothing to worry about. Everything is going well. Is there anything else I can explain?" Then her voice changed and she hesitated to say, "Well... I still have some things on my mind... I want to talk to you..."
"Oh? What's the matter? Please tell me!" Qi Yu asked with admiration, stroking his mother's hand.
"I thank you, thank you for everything you have done for the Qi family, especially for... continuing the bloodline and incense. I hope that in the next life, you can really become my son..."
"Mother...what do you mean by this?"
"Well, just like the lamp I used to worship Buddha. Although it still looks the same as before... the same, but I don't know, it has been replaced with another wick..."
Changed the wick?
What does it mean?
Suddenly!
Qi Yu had a flash of inspiration and suddenly understood the meaning behind his words!
Even though the old lady couldn't read a word, she was actually like a bright mirror in her heart. It's just that she pretended to be a sheep and didn't mention it.
As expected, the next words directly confirmed Qi Yu's guess.
However, Mrs. Zhou looked sadly at the beams of her hometown, and said with deep eyes: "I'm leaving... to reunite with my family in heaven..."
Qi Yu's heart trembled after hearing this, and he suddenly felt a variety of emotions in his heart. Enduring his grief, he knelt down and said, "I, all unfilial sons, bid farewell to you. Have a good journey!"
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That night, the door of the Qi family's old house was covered with beveled paper. The lanterns hanging on both sides of the door have also been changed from bright red to the current elegant white.
The people responsible for announcing the funeral also got busy and went out to deliver the news with heavy hearts.
Strictly speaking, this was the first time in Qi Yu's life that he had personally attended to a funeral, and he felt very sad. However, this is also a threshold that no one can escape, and you have to accept it even if you don't think about it.
Everyone has to experience life and death, no exception.
Although the old lady had hinted that Qi Dalang was not her 'biological son' before she left, after so many years of emotional cultivation, he had long recognized this mother.
As for the so-called real mother-son relationship, it is meaningless now.
Jackdaws still have the filial piety to feed them back, let alone humans?
Qi Yu naturally had nothing to say about this.
Since filial piety is advocated, there should not be any hint of humiliation. Mencius once said: Keeping one's health is not a big deal, but giving up one's life can be a big deal.
Qi Dalang holds the sage's book in his hand, so he naturally understands the truth. He planned to organize this funeral in accordance with traditional Chinese customs, and not a single link should be missing.
There is only one principle, that is, let the old lady walk away in glory and complete her final curtain call in life.
There is something quite evocative about the above arrangement.
What do you say?
With Zhou's current conditions, it is entirely possible for him to build a decent life-long material for himself during his lifetime. However, in reality, she delayed the early storage of golden nanmu due to confusion.
Fortunately, the prefect of Yongchuan was very clever and made up for this regret with timely practical actions. At the same time, the excellent wood was put to use.
Well, I will find an opportunity to thank him properly in the future.
Let’s talk about Zhou’s funeral.
Although she was born as a country woman, she also had the grace title of Madam Gaoming, and her status was very different from that of ordinary dignitaries. According to the current system, the Ministry of Rites of the imperial court and the ceremonial room of the local state capital must pay tribute.
In fact, the treatment she enjoyed was much higher than this.
After the obituary was issued, officials from all over the province rushed over to express their condolences, and they paid homage and condolences with great care and attention to etiquette.
This kind of super-standard phenomenon can only be encountered in funerals at the feudal king level, but the fateful woman has never experienced it before.
It can be seen from this that the local official gave Qi Shaobao enough gold. Whether it was out of sincerity or just going through the motions, I did everything I could to save the face I deserved.
Qi Yu pretended to be mourning, but in fact, he didn't worry too much about it.
All ceremonial matters are assisted by the local yamen's ceremonial room. What he does is nothing more than the routine steps of wake-up, pausing and raising the spirit in traditional funerals.
Finally, on a sunny day, Zhou was buried with dignity.
The place where he was buried is still the ancestral cemetery where Qi Yu moved to. Now the place is full of pine trees and has a very beautiful scenery.
Liu Quan firmly believes that these are all good phenomena caused by good Feng Shui.
Everything went well with the funeral. Qi Yu followed the moral rules and buried his mother's coffin with his father, Qi Sanduo, so that they would live in the same quilt and die in the same cave. the perfect ending.
Wow! Wow! Wow!
As shovels of loess were buried downward, Zhou's coffin finally became invisible.
But at this moment, Qi Yu suddenly felt a sudden shock in his mind, and a long-lost emotion from the original owner came to life. Moreover, it also impacted Qi Dalang's thinking with an extremely sad and desolate mood.
"Mother!"
"My mother!"
Deeply affected, Qi Yu suddenly became excited. His eyes were red and his face was frosty, looking very strange.
This scene also shocked the family members around him. In their memory, they had never seen their master lose his temper like this. Even when his uncle died on Tuesday, he still remained sober.
Now it's suddenly like this, could it be...
Are you going crazy?
Thinking of this, Liu Quan and Yin Tao hurriedly stepped forward to help him. Upon seeing this, Qi Lan stopped crying and ran over to take a look.
Looking up, he saw the swaying Qi Dalang suddenly screamed strangely, and then fell straight down. After a muffled bang, he lay motionless on the ground.
He looked like he had his eyes closed and his teeth clenched, and he suddenly fainted.
"Don't move any more, let me take a look!"
"Uncle, can you hear what I say? Uncle, uncle!"
Seeing that the situation was not good, Sun Qiaoyun quickly fetched a stethoscope and other equipment and began to examine Qi Yu.
Others couldn't help, so they could only stand there and pray silently.
