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

The Chen family presented a red envelope to Old Wu.

Mr. Wu only took the portion that the band was entitled to.

He pushed the rest back.

Chen Li was stunned.

"Mr. Wu, this is a thank-you gift."

Old Wu looked at the mourning hall.

"That's not how you give a thank-you gift."

Chen Li did not insist further.

He had already cried once.

When a person cries, their back becomes less stiff.

The young man next to him was still unconvinced.

His name is Chen Hui, and he is Chen Li's nephew.

I was embarrassed after Shen Ling'er said a few things to me.

He looked at the suona in Shen Ling'er's hand and muttered to himself.

"He blew a couple of times and suddenly thought he was a master."

The sound wasn't loud.

But the wheat harvest was very clear.

The comments section immediately filled with messages.

"Is this person still not done?"

"Ling'er just helped them out."

Some people can find fault even in an urn.

Chen Doudou, standing next to Shen Ling'er, heard it.

He whispered, "He insulted you."

Shen Ling'er looked at him.

"You want me to hit him?"

Chen Doudou immediately shook her head.

"In no mood."

"Then what message are you sending?"

Chen Doudou shut up.

Lin Jia watched her son from behind and suddenly felt that he was particularly sensible today.

At least they knew to report to Shen Ling'er first.

Mr. Wu began to pack up his musical instruments.

According to the original procedure, all that was needed was to play a funeral dirge before the coffin could be lifted.

There's no need to exaggerate the saying "All birds pay homage to the phoenix."

You can't brag about it either.

But at that very moment...

Outside the Chen family's gate, the wind suddenly stopped.

The white cloth remained still.

The paper money fell to the ground, but it wasn't turned over.

A man carrying a coffin walked to the front of the mourning tent, and as soon as he bent down, his expression changed.

"Mr. Chen."

Chen Li turned around.

"What's wrong?"

The man's throat moved.

"I can't lift it."

Chen Hui frowned.

"Nonsense, eight people can't even lift it?"

Another person tried it too.

The coffin remained completely still.

The yard started to get messy.

"Is it stuck at the bottom?"

"It was fine just now."

"Add two more people."

Ten people stepped forward.

Calling out numbers.

Hard.

The coffin made only one thud, but remained on the ground.

Chen Li's expression changed.

Mr. Wu also stopped what he was doing.

He walked to the coffin and looked down at it.

No card.

There are no nails.

There was no tripping.

He looked up at the sky.

The sky, which had been bright just moments before, suddenly darkened.

The clouds pressed down over East Street.

People in the courtyard began to whisper among themselves.

"Does the old man not want to leave?"

"The Chen family was making a scene just now, did the old man hear it?"

"Don't talk nonsense, this is in front of the spirit tablet."

Chen Hui's face turned pale upon hearing this, and he immediately shouted, "Shut up, all of you!"

The more he shouted, the more chaotic the courtyard became.

He Chuan stood next to the photographer, his lips moving slightly.

How do you host this?

Waiting online, very anxious.

Zhao Lei took a step back.

Bai Sisi looked at him. "Are you scared?"

Zhao Lei said earnestly, "I respect tradition."

Chen Doudou moved closer to Shen Ling'er.

Shen Ling'er glanced at him.

"If you paste it again, I'll charge you."

Chen Doudou stopped.

"How much?"

"One chicken leg."

Chen Doudou thought for two seconds.

"Can."

Lin Jia: "..."

This child has started using material things to gain a sense of security.

Old Wu walked to the coffin and lit three incense sticks.

The incense stick had just been inserted when the flame went out.

The courtyard was completely quiet.

Chen Li knelt on the ground, his voice a little hoarse.

"dad."

No one responded.

At this point, no one dared to say anything out of turn.

Old Wu's face also darkened.

He picked up the suona, then put it down again.

Shen Ling'er looked at him.

"You can't blow it."

Mr. Wu did not refute.

His right hand was still trembling.

He had already endured that part once.

If you blow again, the air will stop midway.

Upon hearing this, Chen Hui felt as if he had grasped something.

"If Old Wu can't pull this off, can you?"

Shen Ling'er looked up.

"able."

Chen Hui sneered.

"I gave you a sip earlier because of Old Wu's sake."

"You, a child, are going to handle something like this?"

"If something goes wrong, who will be responsible?"

Shen Ling'er looked at him.

"You take care of saving face, I'll take care of giving them away."

Chen Hui's face stiffened.

Several of Chen's relatives also stepped forward.

"no."

"How can a child play a spiritual?"

"This is not child's play."

"Ms. Yang, your production team can't do this just to get more viewers, can they?"

The camera captured Yang Mi.

The comments section erupted into arguments.

"It is indeed a bit sensitive."

"But Old Wu isn't able to do it anymore."

"Ling'er has already proven herself."

"Isn't it wrong to make a rash claim about 'a hundred birds paying homage to the phoenix'

Yang Mi walked to Shen Ling'er's side and squatted down.

She didn't look at anyone else.

He only looks at his daughter.

"Ling'er, think it through."

Shen Ling'er nodded.

"Mother, I've already asked."

Yang Mi was taken aback.

"Ask whom?"

Shen Ling'er pointed to the mourning hall.

He didn't want to listen to them arguing anymore.

The courtyard was quiet again.

That's too simplistic a statement.

It was so light that Chen Li lowered his head.

Old Wu looked at Shen Ling'er.

"Do you know what to blow?"

Shen Ling'er said, "All birds pay homage to the phoenix."

The Chen family's expressions all changed.

Chen Hui immediately shouted, "No way!"

Old Wu did not refuse immediately.

He stared at Shen Ling'er.

"Did your dad teach you to play it?"

Shen Ling'er shook her head.

"no."

Chen Hui immediately said, "She herself said no!"

Shen Ling'er added:

"He only played half of it."

Old Wu's voice was deep.

"What about the second half?"

Shen Ling'er touched the copper coin on her sleeve.

He said the second half wasn't something he learned.

"When a person reaches that point, they will understand."

Old Wu almost dropped the suona in his hand.

His master also said this.

Word for word.

He looked at Yang Mi.

"Miss Yang."

"Whether she gets to blow it today is up to you."

All eyes fell on Yang Mi.

Yang Mi stood up.

She reached out and straightened Shen Ling'er's jacket.

The movements are very slow.

"Ling'er".

"Mom will only ask you one question."

"Are you doing this to show off, or to give it away?"

Shen Ling'er looked up.

"Give it away."

Yang Mi nodded.

"Then let's blow it."

Chen Hui panicked.

"Miss Yang, you can't—"

Yang Mi turned to look at him.

She always smiles in front of the camera.

I didn't laugh this time.

"I'll take responsibility if anything goes wrong."

Qin Zheng stood at the gate of the courtyard, his gaze sweeping over Chen Hui.

"I'll take care of maintaining order at the scene."

Chen Hui swallowed his words.

Old Wu personally handed the old suona to Shen Ling'er.

"The main seat."

Shen Ling'er did not answer.

She glanced at the mourning hall.

Then move to the side position.

Old Wu frowned.

"The phoenix should not stand to the side when all birds pay homage to it."

Shen Ling'er said:

"My dad said that I'm not the master today."

Old Wu was stunned.

He slowly stepped back.

The old man playing the drum sat up straight, his drumsticks pressing against the drumhead.

No one spoke in the courtyard.

Shen Ling'er raised the suona.

She didn't blow it right away.

First, bow your head slightly towards the direction of the mourning hall.

It's not worship.

It's a gift.

The first sound.

The wind stirred in the yard.

It's very light.

The white cloth slowly rose.

The sound was completely different from the sound of the door being repaired earlier.

Not sharp.

No fuss.

Like the first bird flying over the mountain pass in the distance.

Immediately afterwards, a second sound followed.

The drumbeats ceased.

The sound of suona horns spread out layer by layer.

The suppressed sobs in the courtyard were drawn out by this sound.

An old woman started crying.

Then came Chen Li.

Then, even the men in the Chen family who had always maintained a respectable appearance became envious.

Chen Hui stood there, his lips pursed.

He wanted to find fault.

But I couldn't pick out a single word.

Old Wu stared at Shen Ling'er, frozen in place.

This isn't just boasting.

This shows they know how to deliver.

The birds sing first.

One sound after another.

Not chaotic.

Don't steal.

Every note was like someone speaking softly before a spirit.

He Chuan held the microphone, too afraid to move his hand.

There are fewer comments in the live stream chat.

It's not that nobody watches it.

Many people forgot to send it.

"My grandfather cried."

"My grandma said this is the old-fashioned taste."

"Is she really five years old?"

"I don't understand the suona, but it makes me feel uncomfortable."

The music has reached its middle section.

The sky grew even darker.

The paper money was rolled up by the wind.

They circled the mourning hall once.

Someone exclaimed in surprise.

Old Wu hissed, "Shut up."

Shen Ling'er remained calm.

Her small body stood there.

The suona, however, seemed to need no support from her.

After all the birds have passed, the phoenix will rise.

Old Wu suddenly took a step forward.

He wanted to stop it.

The second half is too heavy.

Don't talk about children.

Many veteran artists couldn't withstand it.

Yang Mi also realized it.

She twitched her fingers, but didn't speak.

She had promised her daughter.

Let her deliver it.

next moment.

From the second half onwards.

The sound of the suona suddenly rose in pitch.

It's not harsh.

It's about opening a road.

The crying in the courtyard stopped abruptly.

Everyone looked toward the mourning hall.

In that instant, no one thought about the Chen family's reputation anymore.

Nobody was thinking about the show anymore.

Nobody was thinking about money anymore.

They only remembered one thing.

There was a person lying inside.

A person who has finished walking the road.

Chen Li knelt on the ground and kowtowed.

"Dad, rest in peace."

The coffin suddenly made a soft creaking sound.

The pallbearers instinctively reached out their hands.

This time.

The coffin was lifted off the ground.

Very stable.

Everyone in the courtyard froze.

Chen Hui's face gradually paled.

All his words were shattered by this lift.

The music is still playing.

Shen Ling'er did not look at him.

She looked at the mourning hall.

The last long note faded away.

A sliver of light peeked through the edge of the clouds.

Sunlight streamed into the courtyard, landing directly in front of the coffin.

The white cloth fluttered gently.

The music stopped.

The entire room fell silent.

Old Wu stood for a long time before slowly bending over.

It wasn't directed at Shen Ling'er.

It's about that suona.

"Delivery successful."

Chen Li turned around and bowed deeply to Shen Ling'er.

This time, Shen Ling'er didn't dodge.

She simply said, "Don't thank me."

Chen Li's voice was hoarse. "Thank whom?"

Shen Ling'er returned the suona to Old Wu.

"Thanks to your father for being willing to leave."

Chen Li's tears fell again.

Chen Hui stood to the side, his face flushed red.

Shen Ling'er looked at him.

"Have you embarrassed yourself enough now?"

Chen Hui lowered his head.

He couldn't utter a single word.

The live chat exploded at that moment.

"Cool!"

"Who just said the child isn't worthy?"

"She didn't come here to save face; she genuinely sent the person away."

"Just what level is Shen Fei's father?!"

Old Wu held the old suona, his hands still trembling.

He looked at Shen Ling'er.

"What your father boasted about back then was probably more than just half a story."

Shen Ling'er blinked.

"What do you mean?"

Mr. Wu did not answer immediately.

He turned and went into the room where the band kept their boxes.

A moment later, he took out an old wooden box.

There was a yellowed photograph inside the wooden box.

The photo shows the entrance to the Wu Family Troupe twenty years ago.

A group of veteran artists stood on both sides.

There was only one figure in the middle, its back to the camera.

very young.

Wearing black.

He was holding a suona (a traditional Chinese wind instrument).

There was a line of text written on the back of the photo.

Mr. Wu turned the photo over.

Yang Mi paused for a moment when he saw the words.

It says--

When Mr. Shen saw off his old friend, not a single bird dared to sing.