A song from Chengdu revived a closed-down pub.

As soon as Su Fan got off the plane and reached the arrivals gate, a loud voice boomed from the crowd: "Brother Fan, over here!"

Su Fan walked over with a smile, and Qin Shen took his backpack from him.

The two walked towards the parking lot. As soon as they got into the car, Qin Shen said, "Brother Fan, I originally wanted to take you to the city for a meal first, and then stroll around Central Street, but that won't work today. My second great-grandfather passed away this morning, and I have to go see him off."

Su Fan offered words of comfort: "Please accept my condolences."

Qin Shen waved his hand, his tone not showing much sadness: "There's nothing to grieve over. My second great-grandfather is turning one hundred this year. In our area, that's called a happy funeral."

Su Fan nodded. He knew that the so-called "happy funeral" was a kind of event in some places where an elderly person passed away after the age of ninety. Instead of a funeral, it was called a happy event. There was no crying in the mourning hall, but a feast was set up in the courtyard. The guests who came had smiles on their faces, and the host family would hire a band to play music and send the elderly person off in a lively manner.

"Did the old man suffer when he passed away?" Su Fan asked.

Qin Shen said, "No, I ate breakfast, moved a chair to the yard to sunbathe, took a nap for a while and that was it. I didn't suffer at all, and I'm perfectly clean."

Su Fan said sincerely, "That old man is truly blessed."

Qin Shen nodded, and began to speak: "Of course! My second great-grandfather was a man of great fortune. He joined the army in his youth and fought fiercely against the Japanese, even bearing scars. Later, he returned to the village and never argued with anyone in his life. His children were filial, and he had a large number of grandchildren and great-grandchildren. He lived to be a hundred years old, without any illness or disaster. In the end, he passed away while basking in the sun, taking a nap. What else could this be but a blessing?"

Su Fan nodded seriously. This way of walking was indeed not something everyone could do.

At this moment, Qin Shen asked, "Brother, would you mind attending our funeral? If there are any taboos, I'll take you to the hotel in town first, and I'll come over after you're settled."

Su Fan leaned back in his chair and laughed: "Brother Shen, have you forgotten what I do? Why would I be so taboo about this? Perfect timing, I'll go see Second Grandfather off too, as a small token of my respect as a junior."

Qin Shen slapped the steering wheel and laughed: "I knew you wouldn't mind. My uncle and the others insisted that I ask for your opinion, saying that she's a big star and we shouldn't bring her to that kind of event. I said you don't understand. My brother Fan is in the same industry as me, and he's the least concerned about this kind of thing."

The car drove steadily on the snow-covered road, with the fields on both sides covered in white, and occasionally a few snow-covered villages flashing by.

Su Fan leaned against the car window, looking at the snow scene outside, listening to Qin Shen casually recount stories about his second great-grandfather's youth.

How did the old man join the army? How did he get wounded? And how did he end up back in the village?

The car turned onto a village road, and in the distance, a mourning tent was set up in a courtyard.

There were many cars parked at the entrance, and people were coming and going.

But no crying could be heard.

Su Fan got out of the car, and the cold air filled his nostrils, carrying a mixed aroma of firewood and stewed meat.

Several large iron pots were set up in the courtyard, steaming hot, and the chef was putting vegetables into them, while the cutting board next to them was covered with chopped meat chunks.

Qin Mingdong was the first to come out to greet them.

He walked up to Su Fan and looked him up and down several times, as if trying to confirm whether the person in front of him was the one from the TV show.

After staring at him for several seconds, he finally spoke: "Are you really Su Fan?"

Qin Shen, growing anxious, raised his voice again: "Uncle, what's wrong? I didn't lie to you, did I? When you get home later, bring me that bottle of wine, okay? You promised!"

Qin Mingdong glared at him: "Are you asking for a beating? Your great-grandfather just left, and you're still yelling here. Do you believe I'll slap you right now?"

Qin Shen shrank back and muttered under his breath, "I was just afraid you'd renege on your debt."

After saying that, he dashed into the yard.

Qin Mingdong shook his head and turned to Su Fan: "Xiao Fan, you've come all this way, thank you for your trouble. Shenzi may have a loose tongue, but he's not a bad person at heart. If you're with him, please be more tolerant."

Su Fan said, "Shen Ge's personality and I get along very well, I think that's great."

Su Fan exchanged a few pleasantries with Qin Mingdong, then walked towards the mourning hall and offered his respects.

The funeral hall was decorated solemnly but not oppressively. The photo of the second great-grandfather was placed in the center. He was an old man wearing an old military uniform with kind eyes.

Su Fan bowed three times, silently saying in his heart, "Old man, you are a blessed person, may you rest in peace."

When Su Fan came out of the mourning hall, he saw a young man, about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, accompanying Qin Shen.

"Brother Fan, this is my cousin, Qin Ran." Qin Shen patted the young man on the shoulder. "He's also my great-grandfather's great-grandson. He really likes your songs and wants to get to know you."

Su Fan extended his hand: "Hello, Su Fan."

Qin Ran grasped his hand and said, "It's an honor to meet you!"

Qin Shen chimed in from the side, "Brother Fan, did you know that Qin Ran is a shaman?"

Su Fan nodded: "I know a little. In Northeast China, many families worship this."

Qin Shen clapped his hands: "See? I told you Brother Fan is knowledgeable; he even knows this!"

Su Fan chuckled and added, "Brother Shen, have you forgotten that I'm also a member of the Xuanmen sect? On Longhu Mountain, I had to learn a bit about these things."

Qin Shen was stunned for a moment, then slapped his forehead: "Oh dear! Look at my memory, I forgot about that. The disciples of Longhu Mountain are not to be trifled with."

As the group was talking, Qin Shen suddenly seemed to remember something and said, "Brother Fan, since we're already here, how about playing a tune?"

Su Fan didn't hesitate: "Sure, perfect timing, I'll see the old man off too."

Qin Shen turned around and went to the car to get a suona.

He handed the suona to Su Fan, grinning, and said, "This is my tool. Try it out and see if it's easy to use."

Su Fan took it, weighed it in his hand, tested the tone, and nodded.

Just as Su Fan was thinking about which piece to play, Qin Shen suddenly took out his phone, set it up on the stand, waved at the camera, and muttered, "Hello everyone, today is my second great-grandfather's funeral. My second great-grandfather turned one hundred years old this year, which is considered a happy funeral in our area."

Su Fan looked at him and couldn't help but sigh, "Brother Shen, you really are keeping up with the times. Live-streaming a funeral, you're unbeatable on this track."

Qin Shen said, "What's the big deal? As long as they've reached the right age and are passing away normally, and as long as the family agrees, I'll do a live stream. Don't underestimate my account just because it's not big; I have quite a few followers, mostly from other people in the same industry and those who like folk customs. Through this, I've met many people from all over the country, which I think is great."

"Your scorpion poop is truly unique!"

Qin Shen set up his phone, looked at the camera, then at Su Fan, and asked, "Brother Fan, would you mind showing your face? If it's inconvenient, I'll adjust the camera angle a bit."

Su Fan said nonchalantly, "You've already started your live stream, why would I mind?"