I put you in charge of the child, and you raised a monster!

Old Wu's words silenced everyone in the courtyard.

The middle-aged man was covered in sweat.

"Old Wu, the Chen family said they're going to triple the price."

Old Wu had a cold face.

"I wouldn't accept even if the price was ten times higher."

The man became anxious.

"Old Master Chen was the patriarch of the East Street clan. He passed away at the age of eighty-six, surrounded by children and grandchildren. All the prominent figures in the town had attended his funeral."

"They said that if it weren't for the Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix today, the Chen family would have lost face."

Zhao Lei whispered from behind, "Everyone's gone, and you're still so concerned about saving face."

Bai Sisi poked him.

"Shut up."

Old Wu put the old suona back into his cloth bag.

"The Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix is ​​not for the living to gain prestige."

"It's for sending the deceased on their way."

The middle-aged man's lips moved slightly.

"Then... the next best one will do."

Old Wu looked at him.

"Is that what Chen Jiazhen said?"

The man nodded.

"They said, as long as the situation can be managed."

Old Wu snorted.

"scene."

He picked up the pipe and tapped it on the sole of his shoe.

"OK."

"I'll go."

He Chuan quickly confirmed.

"Mr. Wu, can our crew film you?"

Old Wu looked at Yang Mi, then at Shen Ling'er.

"Yes, we can take pictures."

"But when you get to the Chen family, don't talk nonsense, don't touch anything indiscriminately, and don't laugh indiscriminately."

Shen Ling'er had her hands behind her back.

"My father said, 'No joking around at a funeral, no making noise at the altar.'"

Old Wu paused in his steps.

He didn't praise it.

He simply said, "Keep up."

The live chat is going crazy with comments.

"This child even knows funeral customs?"

"While others learn nursery rhymes at five, she learns taboos before the spirit world."

"What kind of schedule did Shen Fei arrange for her?"

"Is it really true that you can't just make things up like 'a hundred birds paying homage to the phoenix'? Anyone know the answer?"

Soon, Brother Dong arrived.

"My grandfather used to play the suona. He said that 'Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix' is not a simple piece. If you don't have enough breath or your mind is not steady, you will have a problem in the later part of the piece."

"What happened?"

He said he couldn't take it anymore.

"???metaphysics?"

"It's not some kind of mysticism; it's the breath control, emotions, and rhythm that completely overwhelm the performer. Veteran artists can really blow until they're exhausted."

Half an hour later.

The convoy arrived at the Chen family's house on East Street.

The Chen family's old house is very large.

A white cloth was hung at the entrance, and a mourning tent was set up in the courtyard.

Wreaths were placed at the street corner.

Many people came to pay their respects, speaking in hushed tones and walking quietly.

As soon as they entered, Yang Mi pulled Shen Ling'er into his arms.

Shen Ling'er looked up.

"Mother, I won't run away."

Yang Mi said in a low voice, "And don't argue with people indiscriminately."

Shen Ling'er thought for a moment.

"I won't confront them unless they make a stupid mistake first."

Yang Mi: "..."

The requirements are not high, but they are difficult to implement.

The Chen family came out to greet them.

The leader was a man in his forties, wearing a black suit, with red eyes, but his back was very straight.

His name is Chen Li.

The eldest son of Old Master Chen.

Upon seeing Elder Wu, Chen Li immediately stepped forward.

"Mr. Wu, you've finally arrived."

Old Wu nodded.

"Let's light incense first."

Chen Li made way for him.

Then he saw Shen Ling'er.

His brows furrowed instantly.

"Is this child also in the orchestra?"

Old Wu said, "Apprentice."

Chen Li's expression was not good.

"Mr. Wu, my father's matter today is not something to joke about."

Shen Ling'er looked up at him.

"Your dad's already in bed, do you think I'm joking?"

The scene fell silent.

Yang Mi immediately pressed down on her little head.

"Ling'er".

Shen Ling'er shut up.

Chen Li's face darkened.

"Ms. Yang, wasn't your daughter being a bit too impulsive?"

Yang Mi hadn't spoken yet.

Old Wu spoke first.

"Her words were harsh, but she was right."

Chen Li was taken aback.

Old Wu looked at the mourning hall.

"At the memorial service, focus less on pomp and circumstance and more on sincerity."

"If you're really afraid of jokes, then don't use the phrase 'Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix' as a way to save face."

Chen Li looked somewhat embarrassed.

A young man next to him sneered.

"Mr. Wu, please don't speak so harshly."

"It's not that our Chen family is unwilling to pay."

"I invited you here so that my grandfather could leave this world in style."

Shen Ling'er looked over.

"The scenery is for the living to see."

The young man choked.

Shen Ling'er continued, "The dead need peace and quiet."

"My dad said that giving it away isn't about showing it to others, but about letting them hear about it."

The courtyard fell silent.

Old Wu's gaze towards Shen Ling'er changed again.

Chen Li frowned.

"And who is your father?"

Shen Ling'er was about to speak.

Yang Mi gently patted her shoulder.

Shen Ling'er changed her address.

I won't tell you.

Zhao Lei almost burst out laughing in the back.

The comments section has started scrolling.

"This kid has a sharp tongue, but he's right."

"The Chen family wanted to put on a show, but they were taught a lesson by a five-year-old."

"I have to say, I suddenly felt a bit of awe towards her."

"Shen Fei added another quote: 'Giving something to someone is not about showing it to them, but about letting them hear it.'"

Chen Li took a deep breath.

"Old Wu, if you don't boast about the phoenix amidst a hundred birds paying homage, then what do you think you should boast about?"

Old Wu said, "The song begins with 'Crying to Heaven,' followed by 'Ten Kneels to Parents,' and ends with 'Opening the Gate.'"

Chen Li hesitated.

Is it up to standard?

Old Wu's face darkened.

"You're asking me about the specifications?"

"Or should I ask your relatives if they like watching it?"

Chen Li fell silent.

The young man then said, "Mr. Wu, it's not that we don't believe in you."

"There are just more people here today."

"If the music doesn't hold the stage, people will say that the Chen family is unfilial."

Old Wu ignored him.

He began to arrange the orchestra.

The gongs and drums are in place.

The suona begins.

As soon as the first verse was played, someone in the mourning tent started crying.

As soon as the sound subsided, all the gossip in the courtyard stopped.

Shen Ling'er stood beside Yang Mi, listening intently.

Chen Doudou joined in at some point.

He asked in a low voice, "Do you understand?"

Shen Ling'er nodded.

Chen Doudou asked, "Does it sound good or bad?"

Shen Ling'er said, "It doesn't sound good."

Chen Doudou was taken aback.

Shen Ling'er then said, "But that's right."

Chen Doudou was even more confused.

Shen Ling'er glanced at him.

"Pleasant sounds are for the ears."

"Yes, it's for people."

Chen Doudou thought for a long time.

"I don't understand."

Shen Ling'er nodded.

"normal."

Chen Doudou: "..."

The comments section was filled with laughter mixed with bewilderment.

"She talks like a little adult."

"It sounds good and it's right; this sentence has some merit."

"Just what kind of monster is Shen Fei? How could he raise a child like this?"

The song was played in its middle section.

Old Wu's breathing suddenly became erratic.

very short.

Ordinary people can't tell the difference.

Shen Ling'er frowned.

She looked at Old Wu's right hand.

Old Wu was a beat too slow in pressing the hole with his finger.

The drumbeat was slightly off.

The yard was not messy.

But those in the know looked at her differently.

The old man who was playing the drum immediately stepped in.

Old Wu forced himself to finish playing this part.

He put down the suona, his chest heaving.

Chen Li immediately stepped forward.

"Mr. Wu, are you alright?"

Old Wu waved his hand.

"An old problem."

The young man became anxious.

"This is only the second part, what happens next?"

Old Wu looked at him coldly.

"If you know how, you go ahead."

Young man, shut up.

Chen Li gritted his teeth.

"Mr. Wu, how about simplifying the later parts?"

Old Wu didn't say anything.

Simplification is acceptable.

But the Chen family made too many promises beforehand.

If we simplify things now, our relatives outside will immediately start gossiping.

This is the trouble of the living.

Shen Ling'er suddenly raised her hand.

"I can have a bite."

Everyone was looking at her.

Yang Mi's expression changed.

"Ling'er".

Shen Ling'er looked up.

"Mother, it's not about all birds paying homage to the phoenix."

"Just fill in the gaps."

Old Wu stared at her.

"Do you know how to mend a doorway?"

Shen Ling'er nodded.

"Your right hand was weak just now. You weren't out of breath, but your pulse stopped."

"Add a mouthful, and connect it to the rest."

Old Wu remained silent.

The old man playing the drum whispered, "Old Wu, let her try."

Chen Li immediately objected.

"No!"

"How can you let a child spout nonsense at my father's funeral?"

Shen Ling'er looked at him.

"Then you blow it yourself."

Chen Li choked.

The young man sneered.

"What if she blows it and breaks it?"

Shen Ling'er walked to the side and picked up the suona that Old Wu had prepared.

"If you break it, I'll pay for it."

The young man scoffed.

"Can you afford to lose face for the Chen family?"

Shen Ling'er raised her chin.

"Your face is so cheap, you're just trying to make a living with a suona?"

Someone in the courtyard couldn't help but cough.

Zhao Lei lowered his head.

He was afraid that his laughter would be disrespectful.

Chen Li's face was grim.

Yang Mi stepped forward and stood in front of Shen Ling'er.

"Mr. Chen, if you don't agree, Ling'er won't touch it."

"But please speak with respect."

Qin Zheng stood outside the courtyard, his gaze sweeping over the Chen family members.

The two plainclothes officers also took half a step forward.

Upon seeing this, Chen Li's tone finally softened.

"Mr. Wu, it's your decision."

Old Wu looked at Shen Ling'er.

"Just fill in the gaps."

"Don't steal the spotlight."

Shen Ling'er nodded.

"I know."

She stood to the side of the band.

Not the main position.

This location is very important.

Those in the know will understand immediately.

She's not here to show off.

She came to lend a helping hand.

The gong sounds again.

The drumbeats come down.

Old Wu took a breath, and the suona sound rose again.

When he reached the spot where his pulse had just been severed, his right hand indeed slowed down again.

In that very instant.

Shen Ling'er raised the suona.

A short sound was inserted.

not tall.

Don't steal.

But that's exactly what saved Old Wu's life.

It's like someone placed a plank on the broken part of the steps.

Old Wu's voice followed.

Keep the drumbeat steady.

The sound of weeping filled the mourning hall once again.

This time, even Chen Li stopped.

The young man's disdain disappeared.

The screen exploded with comments.

"Even though I couldn't understand it, I got goosebumps."

"She's not exaggerating, she really knows how to nourish herself!"

"Who just said children are disrespectful? Come out here!"

"This is called an apprentice? This is more like a rescue mission?"

An end.

Old Wu put down his suona and let out a long sigh.

He turned to look at Shen Ling'er.

"Who taught you how to mend doors?"

Shen Ling'er said, "My father."

Old Wu asked, "What did he say?"

Shen Ling'er thought for a moment.

He said there are few people who can stand in the main seat.

"There are even fewer people who can fill the gaps next to them."

Old Wu's eyes were a little red.

He said in a low voice, "Your father's words carry a lot of weight."

Chen Li walked over.

This time, he didn't put on airs as the eldest son of the Chen family.

He bowed slightly to Shen Ling'er.

"I was rude just now."

"Thank you."

Shen Ling'er took a half step back.

"Don't thank me."

She pointed to the mourning shed.

"Thanks, Dad."

Chen Li was stunned.

Shen Ling'er said, "He didn't think you were noisy."

The courtyard suddenly fell silent.

Chen Li's eyes immediately reddened.

The person who had been holding on finally lowered their head.

He turned and went into the mourning hall.

Kneel down.

This time, he didn't care whether anyone was watching in the yard.

He burst into tears.

Mr. Wu did not interrupt.

The band didn't urge them either.

The wind blows across the white cloth.

Only the voice of a middle-aged man calling out "Dad" remained in the courtyard.

Yang Mi looked at Shen Ling'er.

She suddenly realized that the things Shen Fei taught his daughter weren't all frightening skills.

There are also rules that make people bow their heads.

After half an hour.

The first part of the funeral ceremony has ended.

The Chen family sent red envelopes.

Mr. Wu only accepted the share that the orchestra was entitled to.