Wanqingsi

Chapter 303 Chapter 75-2 Funeral

Chapter 75 Funeral

There was no abnormality in his expression, but his pupils shrank slightly: "Who?"

My heart twitched slightly, An Yuanxi, do you really know him?Looking into his eyes, I said word by word: "The head of the Wuji Gate, Chu Shang."

The corners of his lips moved slightly, and the eyes that looked at me gradually became as deep as the sea, making me unable to see the bottom.I continued: "Do you know who he is? I mentioned him to you last time. I want to know if he is really dead."

"Why do you need to investigate him?" An Yuanxi didn't immediately agree, and after a while, he asked such a question.My heart trembled again.An Yuanxi, I asked you to check the information before, but you never asked the reason.But now I want you to investigate Chu Shang's life and death, but you want to ask why?Do you really have anything to do with Chu Shang?That’s right, last time you asked me how I knew someone like Chu Shang, my expression and tone seemed so strange, I didn’t take it to heart at all at the time, but now that I think about it, I just feel that every sentence you asked that day, even every Expressions have no intentions.Is it because I have too much heart, or because I have too much heart, the more I look at it, the more suspicious I become?I think of a fable I read before. When you think the other party is a thief, even if there is no evidence to prove that he has stolen something, the more you look at him, the more you think he looks like a thief.

"He..." I hesitated and didn't know how to speak, "I don't know how to tell you. Anyway, this matter is very important to me. You just need to check for me."

"These two disguises you went out alone are for this matter?" An Yuanxi looked at me determinedly, with a calm tone.I squeezed the hand wrapped in the blue cloth slightly, thought for a while, and nodded slightly: "You can say that."

An Yuanxi, you know I doubt Chu Shang's life or death, are you worried?If you really knew Chu Shang, what kind of answer would you give me?I'm really looking forward to it.Don't blame me for forcing you, An Yuanxi, or the difficult problem I give you is a kind of torture for you, but what you hide from me is not tormenting me?
He lowered his eyelids, and after a while, he said calmly, "Okay."

I squeezed the package in my hand tightly, and walked around him: "I'm going back to the room first." After thinking about it, I said, "Don't be in such a hurry, these days are busy, and there is no need to check after grandpa's seven sevens." Tonight, I'll give you a little more time to check it out."

The subtext of my last sentence is actually: I will give you a little more time, you think clearly.Figure out how to tell me about Chu Shang, An Yuanxi, don't lie to me.

Six Seven and Seven Seven passed quickly.During this period, I didn't go out again, and I was only busy with family affairs every day, and soon it was time to return home and attend the funeral.I still chose to go back to Cangdu by boat, because there was too much luggage to bring, and with the coffin of the old man, it was too ostentatious and unsafe for dozens of horse-drawn carriages to go through the official road.The Yun family's boat has already parked at the pier, and two days ago, I had people bring the luggage onto the boat one after another.On the day of the funeral, the guard of honor will only wait for the coffin to be placed on the ship and then set off.I don't have any friends in Beijing to say goodbye to. Ping An has visited me a few times and already knows the date of the funeral. Of course I know when I will leave.I just sent a letter to Feng Ge to say goodbye to him.The secret I heard from him that day was so shocking that I was at a loss and fled. I didn't know why, but I felt a little timid about going to "Huanyueju".

On the day of the funeral, the old man's guard of honor was lined up three or four miles away. In contrast, the sacrificial sheds of kings, grandchildren, nobles, and high court officials were also lined up three or four miles away.At every intersection, there will be a full-time paper money lifter throwing a stack of bowl-sized copper coin-shaped white ghost notes into the air. White, covering the sky and blocking out the sun, and then gently hovering down from the sky like a white butterfly.Through the sky full of white notes, you can see the huge lacquered coffin of the old man on the 64 bars, and the 64 porters are commanded by the incense ruler, and slowly move forward with the guard of honor.At the front of the guard of honor, there are gongs to clear the way, followed by paper activities such as the king of the road, ghosts, golden boys and jade girls, and loose lions, pavilion covers, and camels, followed by official drums and Qingyin gongs and drums. Chanting scriptures and chanting Buddha all the way, An Yuanxi is a filial son and grandson, walking in front of the coffin, and Nuoer is too young, so I hugged him and sat on the funeral bridge behind the coffin, followed by dozens of funerals for relatives of the Yun family Green Bridge.Without witnessing it with my own eyes, I would never have been able to imagine such a scene in the funeral procession, with drums playing in unison and gongs shaking the sky.

It took four hours to get to the pier in this way, with rest and lunch in the temples along the way. The itinerary was strictly in accordance with the plan, and there were no accidents.In order to allow the bearers to carry the coffin onto the boat steadily, the boarding steps are specially made, thickened and widened.After everything is done, I asked Yunyi to handle the follow-up rituals of the guard of honor, and told him to check the Aoxue Villa every half a month. Yun Zheng was buried there. After several times, I boarded the boat with full of worries.The boat started slowly, and after a few miles, I suddenly heard the distant sound of a piano from the river bank.Walking to the bow of the boat, I looked towards the river. The river was not wide. I clearly saw a man in white clothes sitting on a rock on the river bank.The setting sun covered his whole body with a golden halo, I couldn't see his expression clearly, I just felt that he was staring at the bow of the ship, playing the Yaoqin on his lap, the distant melody became clearer and clearer. The most popular song is "The Tired Bird Returns".There seemed to be a faint singing voice, I looked at him and listened carefully, the singing became more and more ethereal and unreal, as if it came from nine days away, only the elegant and simple sound of the piano, hovering heavily on the river, trembling Make a few ripples, and then spread out, spread out, spread out in the river wind until they disappear completely.

Feng Ge, thank you for giving me a gift, thank you for the song.I stared fixedly at the picture scroll on Shiyan, which looked like a stunning landscape, with tears in my eyelashes.The figure on the rock is getting farther and farther away, smaller and blurred, and finally entangled in the ink landscape of green water and green mountains.I wiped away the tears from the corners of my eyes, and looked far away, but I could no longer see the man who looked like a banished fairy.Turning my head, I saw An Yuanxi also standing on the bow of the boat at some point, looking in the same direction as me, with unclear emotions in his eyes, and a somewhat disappointed look on his face.

"Do you like his music?" Seeing that An Yuanxi looked back, I smiled.An Yuanxi didn't make a sound, and I said again: "That's Yuefengge, the number one musician in Tianzhao Kingdom. Last time you were drunk and broke into someone's residence by mistake."

"Really?" An Yuanxi frowned.I smiled slightly: "I wanted to introduce you, Feng Ge seems to want to make friends with you, but I don't know when the next time we meet..."

I looked at the scenery of the river, and my voice became lower and lower.An Yuanxi remained silent, standing on the bow of the boat.The setting sun was behind him, completely enveloping his figure, dyed it into a dazzling golden color, like a ball of dazzling light.The setting sun is like blood, falling in the river, dyeing the river scarlet, and our boat is gradually sailing into the blood.

——2007、8、28、03：03
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