In the early morning, the elders in the Wang family's compound, as well as those who came to attend the funeral, had already gone back to their respective rooms to rest, preparing to participate in the funeral tomorrow morning.

In Wang Tiannan's courtyard, several brothers of the same clan of the Tianzi generation were more unlucky, because the former had no children, and the work of keeping the business and burning paper could only be handed over to them. The group sat down at a round table near the base of the wall and began to talk.

"Who do you say Zhang Qing died?" A round fat man asked purely without words.

"Does that need to be said? It must be three rooms! ”

"Yes, I heard from the second aunt that the third room also did it." A sturdy young man said in a low voice: "Lei Zi over there in Baoshan not only notified us here, but also called Sanfang." They were close, and the first person to intercept them left when they were done. ”

"Definitely."

Everyone echoed, ate the dry pot, and chatted about this topic. The round fat man halfway through, not too cold, shrunk his shoulders and turned around and shouted softly: "Tianming'er, you give me another military coat, I'm shivering." ”

On the steps not far away, a thin young man was turning his head to look at the dark courtyard in a daze.

"Tianming, what the are you doing, admiring the moon?" The fat man roared again: "Help me get a military coat." ”

Tianming came back to his senses, pulled out a military coat from the box, walked to everyone and threw it to the fat man: "Give it, it's so annoying, it's too cold to wear two." ”

The fat man took the military coat and draped it on himself, turned his head and glanced at Tianming again, and when he saw him looking up and continuing to look outside the courtyard, he immediately asked incomprehensibly, "Are you really admiring the moon?" What do you see? ”

Tianming turned around, frowned, and scolded, "Why the do I always feel like someone is staring at us? ”

Everyone was stunned.

"What staring?" The fat man didn't understand it too much.

"I just feel like someone is staring at me, outside the hospital." Tianming rubbed his arms: "Give me a cool breeze." ”

When everyone heard this, they unconsciously glanced at the statue of Tiannan in the living room, as well as the coffin placed under the canopy, and instantly felt that their hairs were standing on end.

"Don't fucking talk nonsense, you shit." The fat man was a little timid: "We are good brothers with Tiannan...... He can't stare at us when he's back. ”

"Come on, don't you say it, okay?" The guy on the opposite side scolded speechlessly: "What are you talking about in this environment and you can't come back, slot!" ”

"Say something else, say something else." The fat man waved his hand.

Tianming sat down slowly, and said again: "I really feel that someone is looking into the courtyard." ”

"Are you finished?" The fat man glared and scolded: "If you beep again, you are watching here by yourself!" ”

"Okay, okay, don't talk about it." Tianming also waved his hand: "Let's talk about something else." ”

In this way, everyone immediately talked about other topics, and after chatting for a while, they forgot about it, and only the more sensitive Tianming glanced out from time to time.

……

There was no word that night.

At six o'clock in the morning of the second day, there were more people inside and outside the courtyard, and even the annex, which covers an area of more than 10,000 square meters, looked more crowded.

The funeral of the Wang family is not a trivial matter in the Longcheng area. The people in charge of the various living villages, those who are related to the Wang family, and the people who want to walk around with the Wang family and get acquainted with each other, almost all of them have come, and there must be thousands of people inside and outside.

These people followed their own chats, and the people of the Wang family were all preparing to carry the coffin in the courtyard and listening to the greetings of a few Mr. Yin and Yang, so the scene was slightly chaotic.

The patriarch is old and woke up very early, or whether he slept last night or not is not a matter of whatever, after all, it is his own grandson who died, and his heart is flesh and blood.

However, he woke up and woke up, but he was reluctant to get up while lying on the bed, and he probably didn't want to see the scene of Wang Tiannan's funeral, so he covered the bed with a quilt and looked out the window.

The person in charge of the hospital came over, bent down and stood by the bed and said, "Old man, the coffin lid has been opened, and the family has passed, why don't you take one last look?" ”

"It's gone, what are you looking at." The patriarch turned his back to the person in charge and waved his hand lightly: "Let them hurry up, let the courtyard stop and stop, and listen to the annoyance." ”

"Alas!"

The steward sighed, came to the bedside and lifted the patriarch's quilt, and persuaded softly: "Don't go, don't lie down, get up and move, eat something." ”

The one who dares to lift the patriarch's quilt in this courtyard may be such a person. He has been with the patriarch for decades, although he is doing the work of serving people, but the two are inseparable, and the relationship naturally goes without saying.

"Well, I stared at me for a while last night and had a dream." The patriarch sat up slowly, looked out the window and said, "I dreamed that someone was squatting in the east and staring at me, and I kept walking that way, but I couldn't find him, and I didn't see him, so I woke up in a trance, and it seemed that I wasn't asleep, which made me uncomfortable." ”

The person in charge was stunned for a moment, reached out to help the patriarch take his shoes and said, "You just miss the child." ”

"Alas!"

The patriarch looked out the window and sighed, as if he was dozens of years old for a moment: "Tiannan, this cub wants to be by my side every day, even if he doesn't become a talent, nothing will happen." His mother, she is used to killing her child...... also blamed me, I didn't let him marry Xiaoli in the first place. ”

"You rarely say anything you regret."

"Old!" The patriarch bowed his head for a long time before turning around and getting out of bed with his shoes on.

……

Inside Wang Tiannan's courtyard.

Mr. Yin Yang shouted: "Let's take a look, it's the last time, but don't lie on the coffin, tears can't fall on your body......." ”

Xiaoqin rushed to the open coffin when she heard the sound, looked at Wang Tiannan's body inside, and cried out: "Son...... You're gone, what are you going to do with your mother! ”

Suddenly, the crying in the courtyard was continuous, whether it was from the bottom of its heart or intentionally pandering, in short, the movement was noisy.

Wang Zonghan stood on the steps and didn't come over to see his son, only his eyes were red and he kept wiping his tears with his back to everyone. And this is also the first time that many children of the Tianzi generation shed tears when they saw their cold-faced uncle.

The crying lasted for more than twenty minutes before Mr. Yin Yang came over and shouted, "Close the coffin, put down the nails, the little nephew shouts ......." ”

……

In the center of the courtyard, the patriarch walked out of the main building for a walk, but insisted on not going to the front courtyard to see Wang Tiannan for the last time, and he didn't even look up in that direction, just walked and stopped in the courtyard as usual, moving his body.

At the same time, the city center.

Lao Li took the phone and asked Qin Yu, "Have your people arrived?" ”

"Uncle, what are you going to do, you have to explain it to me, right?" Qin Yu asked incomprehensibly.

"I'll ask you, to arrive or not to arrive?"

"It's here, it's here!" Qin Yu frowned and replied.

"Okay, you can wait for my call." Lao Li hung up the phone directly.