See you in the world

Chapter 349

, "Master Yun early"

When Yun Jing came downstairs, the inn was already busy, and the shopkeeper Xiao Er greeted him one after another.

Everyone in Sitong Town knew what happened yesterday. Perhaps not everyone in Sitong Town knew Yun Jing, but everyone knew him. He was the one who brought peace to the entire Sitong Town.

It's cold, the ground is freezing, people want to live.

It's not easy for everyone, they are all humble existences in this world, for the sake of three or five taels of silver, they are greedy for black and white as before.

Looking across the busy people in the inn, Yun Jing smiled and said: "Morning, everyone."

After saying hello, Yun Jing looked at the shopkeeper and said, "Shopkeeper, bring me a bowl of soy milk, three steamed buns, two deep-fried dough sticks, a bowl of porridge, and a stack of pickles."

"Young Master Yun, wait a moment"

Yun Jing nodded and found a place to sit down.

At this time, an early customer got up, although he didn't know Yunjing, he saluted from a distance, and immediately came to the counter and said, "I've invited Mr. Yun's expenses, let's pay for the shopkeeper."

"This brother can't do it," Yun Jing hurriedly got up and said.

The other party smiled, and saluted again: "Yes, Mr. Yun, thank you for saving thousands of people from the fire and water, I am a little bit unsatisfied, so I will leave."

As he said that, the other party checked out, took his luggage, took his leave and left, not giving Yunjing a chance to refuse.

When you do good deeds, not everyone is grateful for your kindness, but there are always a few people who will take your deeds to heart, sing them, and repay them. This is probably the world.

Sitting down again, the breakfast ordered has already been served.

After eating breakfast, Yunjing took the time to say to the shopkeeper: "Shopkeeper, my two friends have already left, let's settle their bills."

"Mr. Yun, to be honest, someone has already settled your account, and the other party said that you can stay as long as you want," the shopkeeper replied.

After a pause, Yun Jing asked, "Who is it?"

"The other party did not leave a name"

Accepting a favor in vain, but doesn't know who the other party is.

With a warm heart, Yun Jing said: "Shopkeeper, please help me to pay attention to who it is. If you meet, you must ask the other party to leave their name."

"I will," the shopkeeper said with a smile.

In fact, the shopkeeper confiscated the money from that person, but the other person dropped a bank note and left, saying that it was what he should have done. Compared with what Yun Jing did, his own contribution was nothing at all...

After breakfast, Yun Jing left the inn early to send off those who died yesterday.

The world outside the door is completely white, the snow on the road is as thick as a foot, and there are still scattered snowflakes floating in the sky, the whole world has become black and white.

It is impossible for the king to go early, and it is even earlier for the king to go.

The streets are already full of people coming and going, those who buy vegetables, those on the road, and those who sell breakfast, and the thick snow can't stop people from living.

Boo... Boo...

One carriage after another passed in front of Yunjing, which was covered with straw mats, and frozen corpses were placed on the carriages. Those were all people who were frozen to death last night, and they left forever in their sleep world.

There are refugees and beggars who died.

They were a living person yesterday, but today they have become a stiff corpse.

There were mournful cries on the street. Passers-by looked at the corpse on the carriage. Some were numb, some were desperate, and some were bitter.

No one knows if he will be the next one.

Every winter, people in the whole world freeze to death, but the situation in Stone Town is different now, there are many homeless refugees, so more people died of freezing last night.

Yun Jing had heard that people who were frozen to death usually had smiles on their faces, but now he saw that the corpses on the carriages were almost all smiling.

Perhaps in their sleep, before they died, they also dreamed of the most beautiful things in the world.

Slightly raising his head, Yun Jing exhaled a long breath, turned into a white mist, glanced at the north, and walked away.

Anger, sympathy, and avoidance can't solve the problem.

Ran Liang's house had already hung up white banners, and it was hard to tell which was the banner and which was the snow in the wind and snow.

People come and go in and out, most of them come to pay tribute and see off, to do their best for those righteous men who died because of Sitong Town.

Outside Ran Liang's house, on the street, some people who feel that they are not qualified to pay homage will often kowtow a few times from afar...

In fact, there were no dead people in Ran Liang's family. The reason why the mourning hall was set up was because some of his dead friends were not accepted. As life and death friends, if they didn't help with the funeral, they would only become lonely ghosts.

Straightening his clothes, Yun Jing walked to the door.

Someone recognized him and saluted and greeted him one after another, the atmosphere was a bit depressed.

"Brother Yun is here." A man from the rivers and lakes who had a drink yesterday was in charge of reception at the door, and handed Yun Jing a white cloth.

Yun Jing took it, tied it on his arm, and said, "I'm here to see off yesterday's friend."

"If you have a heart, please come to Brother Yun, I will not greet you."

"you busy"

Several corpses were placed in the mourning hall, their faces were covered with white cloths, and they were laughing and laughing yesterday, but their lives were forever fixed in yesterday.

There are no monks or priests in this world, it is scholars who save the souls of the dead.

There is a word "li" in the funeral, so the matter of saving the dead naturally falls to the scholars.

It is said that the dead are the greatest, but in fact the process for scholars in this world to save the dead is much more complicated than that of Yunjing's previous life, with many instruments of ritual and music, as well as eulogies and scriptures.

The funeral was undoubtedly grand, but there was a word of mourning everywhere.

"Brother Cloud"

At the entrance of the mourning hall, Ran Liang greeted Yun Jing and handed three sticks of incense.

"I'll see them off," Yun Jing nodded and said.

"There is no need to be sad. Everyone will die. Sooner or later, the enemy will be killed and Sitong Town will be peaceful. They will only be happy. Please." Ran nodded and made a gesture of please.

Stepping into the mourning hall, Yun Jing's eyes flicked across the corpses whose lives were frozen forever, including the one who helped him pour the wine yesterday, the one who helped him cut the meat, and the woman who sat quietly beside him...

They will never be able to speak.

Taking a deep breath, Yun Jing stood up respectfully, put the four fingers of his left hand together, pressed the thumb on the middle joint of the index finger, and pinched three sticks of incense where they touched.

The four fingers of the right hand cover the outside of the left hand together, and the thumb of the right hand covers the thumb of the left hand.

The movement was a bit like clasping fists. He held the three sticks of incense in this posture, raised his arms slightly above his head, and bowed respectfully to salute.

"farewell"

After three prostrations, he maintained this posture and took three steps forward, and inserted three sticks of incense into the incense burner.

The green smoke curled up, turned into wind, and dissipated between the heaven and the earth with the thoughts of the living.

"You have been in this world, you have cried and laughed, and you have left your traces. I hope you have no regrets in your life..."

Wei Wei stopped, bowed his hands again, Yun Jing turned around.

At the door, Ran Liang said, "Brother Yun, please sit over there."

Nodding, Yun Jing and Ran Liang went to the tables and chairs in the courtyard together, and the people who came to pay their respects stood up and saluted wherever they passed.

The charcoal fire was burning vigorously, but the warm light could not dispel the sadness in my heart.

The word death is always so heavy and depressing, especially when the person who died was still drinking and talking yesterday.

"Drink?"

After sitting down, Ran Liang took out a jar of wine from under the table and put it on the table.

Yun Jing hesitated slightly.

He said: "It's okay. Although they died, they are all brothers. They don't want to see our smiles disappear because of their deaths. If they know that we are not in a beautiful mood because of their deaths, they will probably be happy." Come to scold us in a dream"

"Alright," Yun Jingting nodded.

Two bowls of wine, a plate of fried beans, in the wind and snow, the wine was hard to swallow and choked.

Ran Liang seemed to be very open-minded about the deaths of his brothers, but in fact he was the most reluctant to let go. He even drank three bowls and didn't use his internal strength to hangover before his injury healed.

Wiping his mouth, his eyes were a little red, and he lowered his head and said, "Actually, I would rather die myself."

"Brother Ran, don't say that, live, live well, and live with their share," Yun Jing said.

He raised his head and smiled, and then said: "I'm fine, I'm just a little sad, in fact, we all know that sooner or later this will end up, but when it comes to the end, it's always unacceptable, they're dead, damn it, but we People who are alive don’t know how long it will take to get out of this sadness.”

He doesn't seem to care, but in fact he cares the most, every sentence pokes his heart out.

This kind of thing cannot be persuaded, Yun Jing accompanied him to drink.

Ran Liang said again: "Huang Jun, the one who opened the door for you yesterday, the one lying there, he told me yesterday, Brother Liang, I am old too, help me find a wife, I want to start a family ..., and that Zhang Bian, a 30-year-old old man, actually didn't want to be in the rivers and lakes for a long time. He wanted to live a leisurely life with a few acres of Susukida, but he couldn't do it anymore. And that Liu Cuiju, yesterday The one sitting next to you, she has always wanted to find a good husband and give birth to a few fat boys, but what she likes doesn't like her, what she likes she doesn't like, more than a 20-year-old girl, she spends all day with us These old men are messing around, they were fine yesterday, why did they lie down..."

Ran Liang babbled a lot, and Yun Jing listened carefully.

Perhaps it was almost time to vent, he raised his head and said with an embarrassed smile: "Brother Yun, I made you laugh, but I'm not usually like this."

"I know"

"Ha, well, I won't chat with you anymore, and another friend is here. By the way, I won't entertain you anymore. I have to set off in the afternoon. They are not local. I have to send them off one by one. Going back to my hometown, falling leaves and returning to their roots, what kind of thing is this? Let me lie down one by one and let me go back and forth. In this snowy day, I really want to pull them up and walk by myself. Forget it, anyway, it’s just this time. Just get tired..."

Ran Liang went to greet other people, and someone came to chat with Yun Jing. Whether he knew him or not, they all had a common feeling at this time, that is, the depression of death.

In the afternoon, after the simple funeral, Ran Liang personally dressed in sackcloth and mourning, drove the carriage with his companions, left deep marks on the snow, and took his brothers home.

"Brothers meet for the first time, you and I don't know each other. I'm so happy to throw myself into the wine. From now on, I can go to the mountain of swords and the sea of ​​fire. Don't be afraid of dangers. Brothers come to block the sword. Don't cry when I die. A bowl of wine is served at the grave. If you die, I will laugh out loud, I will come in a short time, from now on, we will meet for another drink at the spring, we are brothers... let's go, let's go home..."

At the front of the convoy, Ran Liang was riding a horse, sipping wine and singing a song, his voice was hoarse and heroic, and the singing sound spread far and far away, and slowly disappeared into the wind and snow.

What he sang is a song that has been widely circulated in the Jianghu. Almost everyone in the Jianghu can sing it. He can sing it when he is happy, he can sing it when he is hurt, and he can sing it after his brother dies.

Standing on the street, watching them go away, Yun Jing only said: "Go all the way..."

(End of this chapter)