Lin Jun received the news of Uncle Zhong's death that night, but due to time problems, he did not come back in time.

Early the next morning.

After Lin Jun finished packing his things, he found Li Cripple in the hospital cafeteria, and at the same time saw Li Cripple and a beautiful young woman about thirty years old, standing at the door chattering.

"What's wrong, Jun?" Li Cripple saw Lin Jun coming over, and then he was stunned for a moment, and said hello with a smile.

"I wanted to tell you last night, Uncle Zhong in the forest farm is gone, and I have to go back. Lin Jun almost didn't sleep all night, his face was sallow, and he replied with a frown.

“…… Why is it gone?" Li Cripple was also a little confused.

"I can't say a sentence or two, I'll go back and take a look first!" Lin Jun was very tired and didn't want to explain too much.

“…… There's something else going on here. Li Cripple said with some embarrassment, but after a few seconds of silence, he added: "Okay, then you can go back." ”

"The people over there in Xiaodong don't know if they are going or not, you should pay attention. Lin Jun instructed.

"Yes. Lin Jun nodded, and then turned to leave, but he never spoke to the beautiful young woman next to Li Cripple.

"Who is this person, why haven't I seen him?" asked the young woman after seeing Lin Jun leave.

"Our company's name is Lin Jun!" Li lame replied casually, then looked at the young woman and said, "Xiaoqin, how is your beauty salon doing?

……

When Lin Jun rushed back to Shangshu to run for the funeral, Zhong Zhenbei had already arrived first, and the call he received in the early morning did not even ask for leave, and walked four or five kilometers from the edge of Yanji City before catching a taxi and rushing back.

And Uncle Zhong's body was in the courtyard, he was lying on a stretcher made of wooden planks, covered with an arhat quilt, and could only leak out his feet in cloth shoes.

The reason why the body was not taken away by the police was the result of Zhang Xiaole's hard work. The police really wanted to take the body to the morgue for an autopsy, because this is a criminal case. But Zhang Xiaole shouted: "Everyone is gone, what are you going to do in the morgue? The old man has never been out of the mountain in his life, and he has to be buried in the ground, everyone knows him, let's do the autopsy on the mountain!"

The police also have a sophisticated relationship, the old man died tragically, and the old friends on the mountain were sad and angry, and they could understand it, so the body was not taken away.

After Zhong Zhenbei came back, he knelt on Uncle Zhong's head, he did not prepare filial piety clothes, only wore civilian clothes.

The old lumberjack on the mountain began to make a funeral, everyone lived in the forest, there was no shortage of planks at home, and these people more or less knew a little carpenter's work, so the coffin was made at night, painted with red vermilion lacquer that had not yet dried up, and stood quietly in the mourning shed.

……

Hit the guard room.

Lin Jun has basically not gone out much since he came back, and the death of Uncle Zhong made it difficult for him to accept it for a while, and the conversation when he sat in the next room drinking yesterday seemed to be right in front of him now.

“…… How many days will the funeral be?" asked Zhang Xiaole, drinking water, frowning and sitting on the bench.

"The gentlemen have stayed in the mountains all their lives, and they are still traditional in their bones, and they can't be cremated, so they follow the customs. Put it for three days, and put it in the soil for peace!" Lin Jun replied while lying on the bed.

“…… Mr. Yin and Yang came, and he said the same. Three days out of the funeral, you have to set up a three-day flowing water banquet, I let the following prepare. Zhang Xiaole nodded.

"Xiaobei has just been working for a short time, and he is a temporary worker, less than 3,000 yuan a month, it is difficult for him to do a funeral for Uncle Zhong! Money, I'll go out, early tomorrow morning, I'll let Man Man go out to get it!" Lin Jun thought for a while, rubbed his palms against his face, and replied in a low voice.

"Oh, people have left their names, geese have left their voices, Uncle Zhong and we met that is fate. If one person pays 18,000, what else can he do? Everyone can get together and let the old man go in a beautiful scenery. Zhang Xiaole smoked a cigarette and bowed his head sadly and said.

……

At six or seven o'clock in the evening, Zhang Xiaole found a group of local folk professional funeral drum bands through Mr. Yin and Yang, and set up a shed for them, and prepared cigarettes, tea and other items on the edge of the shed.

"A few gentlemen, this is the same time in a lifetime, let's take care of it, don't stop the horn, make it loud!" Zhang Xiaole paid the money and stood outside the shed and greeted.

"It's alright!" The loudspeaker who led the team nodded, and then shouted: "Come on, the gongs and drums are shaking the sky, and our brothers will send the old bell!"

After speaking, the mourning music began and resounded through the forest.

Zhong Zhenbei knelt next to his grandfather's coffin, and he didn't eat or drink for a day, so he burned paper money.

……

The other end.

HC city center, Jin Wenguo has been hiding for a day, but he still hasn't dodged, he met He Mi's mother at the door of a hotel.

"Child, child!" He bewildered his mother cried as she reached out and pulled Jin Wenguo.

"Aunt Fu, I can't take care of this matter!" Jin Wenguo grabbed his handbag and replied helplessly.

"Poof!"

He Daze's mother grabbed Jin Wenguo's arm and knelt directly on the ground.

"Auntie, look what you're doing, get up!" Jin Wenguo frowned, and reached out to help him speechlessly.

"Xiao Jin, can you listen to your aunt say a few words?" He Da's mother was in her fifties, thin and weak, like a fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy.

“…… You get up first, can you get up?" Jin Wenguo swept to the crowd of onlookers around him, and discussed very awkwardly.

"Xiao Jin, just can you help my family Xiao He! You two are Xiao, Xiao He has been playing with you for so many years, how many times have I been to the detention center, saving money for Xiao He? He is willing to play with you, and I can't control him, so I can only admit it! But this time, I am saving money and it is useless, can you help him?" Mother He burst into tears, knelt on the ground and was about to kowtow.

"......!" Jin Wenguo stretched out his hand to stop He Mu's head, and then gritted his teeth and said, "Auntie, it doesn't matter if I take some money, but I'm afraid of this, and I can't do it with money!"

"You know Xiaodong, Xiaodong has a relationship in Hunchun and has face, you beg him to ......!" He Mu looked at Jin Wenguo with great pleading.

"......!" Jin Wenguo looked at He Mu who was kneeling on the ground, and replied after three seconds of silence: "I'll try, you get up, aunt!"

"Really?"

"We are in one courtyard, who am I fooling, can I still fool you!?" Jin Wenguo nodded.

At ten o'clock in the evening, Jin Wenguo made an excuse and immediately went to Xiaodong.

"Brother, it's ...... to be confused!" Jin Wenguo talked with Xiaodong for a while, and then asked half of the sentence in embarrassment.

"This stupid B!" Xiaodong frowned when he heard the name.

"No matter how bad it is, it's our family, if something happens, if you can manage it, just take care of it!" Jin Wenguo sighed, his eyes kept looking at Xiaodong.

"I'll arrange a dinner later, and you can talk to them. Xiaodong reluctantly responded, and then pointed at Jin Wenguo and said, "I'm looking at your face!"

“…… I'll tell He Mi that you did it all for him!" Jin Wenguo grinned, raised his hand and made a fist gesture at Xiaodong.