"Today, I will speak. Mrs. Guo poked the ground with the cane in her hand to show her inner anger: "Whoever dares to prevent the remains of the pine forest from entering the ancestral hall, I will drive him out of Guozhuang, and he will never be able to step into my Guozhuang for half a step!"

Wow......

There was an uproar at the scene. Everyone was silent.

Mrs. Guo's anger, who dares to stop it?

Mrs. Guo is already a centenarian, but the long-lived old man concerned by the municipal government, and the long-lived old man concerned by all walks of life, if anyone accidentally him to death, I am afraid that he will become a sinner of Guo Zhuang, a sinner of the entire Nan'an, and a sinner for the ages who will be condemned on the pillar of shame.

No one dared to speak.

At this time, the staff of the funeral home immediately stepped forward and carried Guo Songlin's coffin into the Guo ancestral hall. and decorate the mourning hall.

"Nonsense, nonsense!" Guo Xudong was anxious.

"What's the nonsense?" said Mrs. Guo frowned.

"Old lady!" Guo Xudong took his hand and said: "Your 100th birthday banquet is Guo Zhuang's centennial joy, and now it's okay, the ancestral hall is actually occupied by Guo Songlin's funeral." This...... How's that okay?"

"What's the matter?" Mrs. Guo was also enlightened, and said: "I have lived for a hundred years anyway, and I have never seen any storms? Besides, the dead are the greatest, and I make land for my great-grandson, so what's not to do...... I'm just going to postpone my 100th birthday for a few days, could it be that I'm going to die in a few days?!"

Red and white ceremonies meet.

It was a white happy event that committed the bad luck of a red happy event. Mrs. Guo looked disapplieving.

"Rebel, rebel!" Guo Siye heard the news.

"Old lady, no, absolutely not!" Guo Wuye was also anxious.

"I have made up my mind!" Mrs. Guo snorted coldly and said: "Guo Songlin is the grandson of my Guo Shaoshan, and he is the seed of my Guo Shaoshan, so he is qualified to enter the ancestral hall and be worshiped by future generations." ”

Seeing that Mrs. Guo insisted on this, everyone couldn't continue to say anything.

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In the council hall of the Guo family.

A group of people gathered, Guo Siye, Guo Wuye, Guo Changhe, Guo Xudong, Guo Ping...... But all the characters in the inner circle of the Guo family are basically here. Twenty or thirty people. Everyone sat in a chair.

Guo Siye and Guo Wuye sat side by side in the center of the lobby, with a teacup next to their arms.

It's just that the two of them have solemn faces and complicated eyes.

"Fourth master, look at this matter. Guo Wuye sighed and said, "I don't know what kind of ecstasy soup Guo Yi poured into Old Lady Guo." It is unbelievable that Guo Songlin's body would be allowed to enter the ancestral hall. ”

"Alas......" Guo Siye sighed and said, "This memorial service has been placed in the ancestral hall." How many people in the Guo family have done it?"

Since Guo Siye can remember, he remembers that his grandfather, that is, Mrs. Guo's father, held a memorial service at the Guo ancestral hall. Even the elder brothers of Mrs. Guo have never had such courtesy.

"Fourth, do you really want to postpone the old lady's 100th birthday by a few days?" asked Guo Wuye.

"This ......" Guo Siye frowned and said, "The invitations have been sent out, and they need to be changed...... I'm afraid it's too late!"

"Hmph, why change it?" At this time, Guo Ping smiled disdainfully, stood up and said: "Grandpa, isn't he Guo Yi going to hold a memorial service? We will also hold the 100th birthday of Mrs. Guo." When we turn around, we will make a big fuss next door and make him unlucky. Hum. We should have a banquet for all parties in Nan'an, invite everyone here, and let them see Guo Yi's jokes. Let the people of the world laugh at it. ”

Guo Ping's words immediately made everyone's eyes show surprise.

Red and white happy events clash with each other, whoever has the highest popularity and who has the upper hand will be suppressed by the other party.

Mrs. Guo's 100th birthday, how many celebrities and social elites in Nan'an will come to pay their respects. Who will pay attention to Guo Songlin's death? Who will have time to incense Guo Songlin? When the time comes, on one side there will be a surging crowd of people and a great bustle, and on the other hand, there will be a lot of people and it will be deserted. I'm afraid that if Guo Songlin sees it, he won't be able to live in peace after death, right?

"Hmm!" When Guo Wuye heard this, he smiled and said, "Ping'er's words are reasonable. ”

"Not bad, not bad!" Guo Siye also nodded again and again.

Guo Ping saw that his opinion was adopted by the elders, and he said even more proudly: "When the time comes, we will set off a wedding cannon at the entrance of the ancestral hall and play a dragon dance...... Invite all the celebrities in Nan'an again, so that Guo Yi's kid will die ugly, and make him regret putting his father's body in the Guo clan ancestral hall to humiliate himself. ”

"Yes, yes, yes!" a group of people praised.

Subsequently, a group of people discussed the details.

As for Mrs. Guo's 100th birthday, it will naturally not be postponed, but will be set on the day of Guo Yi's father's funeral.

Guo's ancestral hall.

The mourning hall is very magnificent and magnificent.

The huge spiritual curtain was more than three feet long, and it was decorated with various white flowers and pasted with white cranes. On the top of the mourning hall, there is a portrait of Guo Songlin, with a bright smile, which was taken eight years ago when Guo Songlin's career was booming.

It's a pity that things in the world have changed, and creation has made people.

Guo Yi was dressed in filial piety clothes and wore a hemp crown on his head. Chen Anqi, as an adopted daughter, is naturally dressed in linen and filial piety like Guo Yi.

It is a tradition of the Chinese people to keep the spirit.

Future generations must hold a vigil for their ancestors, and they must hold a vigil for their ancestors.

Although Guo Caijie has no obligation to guard the spirit, she also accompanies Guo Yi.

"Brother Guo Yi. Guo Caijie took his hand and said, "Don't be sad." Uncle is gone, don't you still have Sister Chen and me?"

"Silly girl. Guo Yi pinched her face and said, "How have you ever seen me sad? ”

"Huh?" Guo Caijie was stunned.

"I should be happy that my father has finally chosen to be freed after eight years of suffering. Guo Yi sighed, looked up at the majestic mourning hall, and said, "If you continue to lie down, it will be the torment of the body and soul." ”

The father's sickness cannot be cured.

Even if Guo Yigui is the holy hand of Xinglin, he can't do anything, this is the pain of being the son of man.

"That's good!" Guo Caijie nodded.

"You should go back early, too. Guo Yi smiled and said, "Don't let others laugh." After all, it's just your uncle. ”

"Hmm!" Guo Caijie nodded.

At night, the candlelight flickers. Chen Anqi was tired of crying, so she fell asleep in Guo Yi's arms.

Guo Yi knelt in front of the mourning hall, holding Sister Chen in his arms.

The night is deep, and the heart is peaceful.

The candlelight flickered, and there seemed to be a bad premonition.

Next.

Fireworks are set off at the door, and joy is played.

"Guo Ping, what do you mean?" Chen Anqi was angry, and rushed to the door to find Guo Ping's theory.

"What do you mean?" Guo Ping stood aside and sneered: "You are only allowed to set fires, and we are not allowed to light lamps? On Mrs. Guo's 100th birthday, shouldn't we let us fire a salute and play joy? You are only allowed to hold a funeral here, and we are not allowed to do a happy event?"