Although, just tell me if it’s rock and roll enough!

Right behind the crowd, a mourning hall of astonishing size was being set up by the neighbors. White chrysanthemums filled the ground, and wreaths of sewn artificial flowers were placed on both sides of the mourning hall, covering a full 20 square meters.

The black and white portrait was placed in the center of the mourning hall. It showed an amiable old man whose face was somewhat similar to the faces of the people in front of the mourning hall.

I don’t know whether he is religious or not. Anyway, there is a cross that is three meters high and more than one meter long placed behind the portrait, and the overall atmosphere is solemn and solemn.

The people discussing in front of the mourning hall were naturally the old man's family members. The band responsible for beating gongs and drums did not come, and there was no result after discussing for a long time. They were anxious and afraid that it would delay the entire funeral process.

"What should I do? The funeral band is not here. What should I do?"

"What else? Hurry up and find someone who can sing. Hold the place together first, then go find the funeral band we have scheduled and see what their reason is!"

A few minutes later, the old man's family members started making phone calls like crazy, asking their friends and colleagues if they knew anyone who was a musician, preferably someone who could perform at weddings or funerals, but the answers they got were all the same.

——These days, those who are involved in music are all young kids. It’s fine for them to perform on stage, but it’s too much to ask them to perform at weddings, funerals, or even funerals.

The family members finished their calls one by one, and then hung up the phones one by one. They looked at each other, and after glancing at each other, they shook their heads.

It’s over. There’s no way to solve the problem of funeral music.

While the adults are busy, the younger generation of family members are all looking down at their phones.

At this moment, one of them suddenly received a message on his mobile phone. When he opened it, he found that it was a street performance video forwarded in the group.

In the video, the mango box stretched out its hand and played the guitar. Next to the mango box, the dragon fruit box was playing the suona.

...Wait, suona?

The younger generation's eyes light up.

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(Oh, I will modify it at any time!)

Volume 3 Wow! : Chapter White Second-Hand Rose ()

"I'm sorry, Pochi-chan, I was wrong, I was wrong, please don't die..."

Hai Mingli almost fell to his knees when he saw the shrunken Pochi-chan.

The pink-haired girl was lying on the ground half dead. She shrank into a ball like an anime character and suddenly vomited blood, as if her vitality was completely exhausted.

——It’s not important anymore.

——I really want to become a human...

As the girl thought this, her breathing became rapid and she looked like she was going to die in the next second.

"This...I..."

Hai Mingli was helpless. He glanced around and finally fixed his eyes on the mango box where the girl was curled up.

There was no choice but to stuff the curled-up girl into a box. Then he picked up the cardboard box, tied all the musical instruments and other things to his body, and turned and left.

The girl was very light. Hai Mingli held the cardboard box with both hands and it felt like he was holding a kitten. He didn't feel how heavy it was.

"Let's go, let's go back to [STARRY]."

I don’t know where Pochi-chan’s house is, but it’s probably best to send it to the store manager, Xingge.

The abstract young man had just walked a few steps when a van passed by him on the street. He squinted and saw white artificial flowers hanging on the van. His many years of experience as a band for weddings and funerals told him that someone in the owner's family had passed away.

If it were before, when he was beating drums and gongs every day, I would have probably turned a blind eye and just walked away.

But now, Hai Mingli stopped and stood there in silence for a while.

How long had it been since he went to a funeral to play gongs and drums? Hai Mingli himself couldn't remember exactly, but in short, he hadn't been involved in such things for a long time, and when he saw it for a while, he couldn't help but feel a ripple in his heart.

"such a pity……"

Another person has left this world.

The abstract young man sighed rarely, then walked away.

The van stopped behind Hai Mingli, and several people got off in a short time.

"Where is he? Where is he? Where is the suona player?"

"I don't know. My kid said the video master was here. Why is he not here?"

"He was still here just now, so he shouldn't have gone far. Let's split up and look for him."

Needless to say, the people in the van looked around as soon as they got out of the car. They saw that there was no one where Hai Mingli had been standing, so they quickly started to move.

...Suona master?

Hai Mingli stopped and turned around with a look of surprise.

"Just now", "still here", "Suona master", these words are very targeted, like a haircut, they hit Hai Mingli who was about to run away. The abstract young man turned around and asked awkwardly:

"Are you here to find me?"

A few people got off the bus: ...

A guitar on the back, a mango box in the arms, and a suona hanging around the neck.

"Yes Yes Yes……"

Several people nodded and agreed, "Master, please do me a favor."

……

[The system's father Hai Mingli is here: Is Long Nai here? I have a list here for funeral ceremonies]

[The father of the system, Hai Mingli, is here: If you are here, give me a reply and see if you accept this order]

After turning off his cell phone, Hai Mingli sat down on one side of the mourning hall, accompanied by Pochi-chan who was curled up in a mango box.

White chrysanthemums are piled on both sides of the memorial area, and a white carpet several meters long covers the aisle. Walking along the white carpet to the end is the old man’s mourning hall.

Hai Mingli looked up and couldn't help but twitch his eyes. The style of the funeral hall... is it too weird?

A few incense sticks were placed in front of the old man's photo, making the whole hall look like a fairy. A Buddhist mantra, "Great Compassion Mantra", was played from an old radio, and the hoarse sound was unbearable to watch. And... a huge cross was placed behind the hall, making it look quite sacred.

This mourning hall is filled with elements of Taoism, Buddhism and Christianity, with a beautiful fusion of Eastern and Western elements. Even Hai Mingli found it outrageous at this level of abstraction.

If the believers from different groups saw this, they would definitely start a fight!

When Hai Mingli was speechless, the family member of the deceased old man came over. He took out a pack of cigarettes and gave it to Hai Mingli. As soon as he opened his mouth, the social atmosphere of middle-aged people came to his face:

"Master, I'm counting on you for the funeral music and the evening band."

"I'll settle your hard work fee after we're done, okay?"

Sure, sure. Hai Mingli nodded and took the cigarette.

Should I play the suona once an hour or once every half an hour? Hai Mingli added.

"Just blow it once an hour."

The old man's family members left, and Hai Mingli opened his mobile phone to check the time. There were about ten minutes left until the hour, and he would play the suona at that time.

"Eh……"

The lonely mango carton made a sound, and it seemed that a kitten was struggling inside. Hai Mingli curled his lips and stood up to help the girl break free from the restraints.

The pink-haired girl got out of the cardboard box and opened her eyes drowsily. The first thing she saw was a funeral hall where incense was being burned?

--funeral?!

——Why am I at a funeral?

——Could it be that…

——I wish I were dead!

The more he thought about it, the weirder it seemed. Bochi's face turned pale, and suddenly he felt his body go limp and he fell to the ground with his head raised.

Hemingway: ...

"Ms. Mango Mask, wait a minute," Hai Mingli supported the girl, "You're fine, we're at someone else's funeral."

--other people?

The girl turned her head and looked around. Indeed, the people standing around her were all strangers. If it was her funeral, then everyone around her should be familiar.

...However, as a yin horn, no one should attend my funeral...

"Oh, let me explain it to you," Hai Mingli said while gesturing to the girl, "We were performing on the street just now, and someone posted the video of the two of us online. There was a funeral here, and the band that was scheduled wasn't there, so they happened to see us online..."

"…So…they invited us…to perform?"

Bochi spoke incoherently, and it was her social phobia problem again. Hai Mingli thought he had cured the girl's social phobia, but now it seems... there is still a long way to go.

"Yes," said the Abstract Youth.

“Eh…!!”

——Can I go back!

Without waiting for the girl to ask, Hai Mingli seemed to understand her thoughts: "Of course, but..."

"Later tonight, the genuine Second-Hand Rose band will be performing. Don't you want to meet this band face to face?"

"I'm very familiar with the guitarist of this band."

——Is this considered bribery?

The girl's legs were shaking like a frightened rabbit. Strange environment, strange people, oh my god, is this going to make her explode on the spot? !

"me……"

The girl kept repeating it to me, and it was obvious that her brain was stuck and she was at a standstill.

"The key is……"

Hai Mingli took out his cell phone, which showed the contact records with the store manager Xingge. "I'd like to trouble the store manager to take you back, but... she heard that Ershoumeigui was going to perform here, so she decided to stay here and take you back after the performance."

"If you don't have social phobia and can go back by yourself, I can let you go!"

——This is intimidation, right? This is intimidation, right? !

"I...I..." the girl continued to stutter.

Hai Mingli raised the corner of his mouth and pulled out a weird evil smile, come on, come on, if you have the ability and courage, go back alone~

"I……"

Either stay here and feel the pressure of the unfamiliar environment for a few hours, or go back quickly and the pressure will be over in an hour.

For girls, these two choices are equally fatal!

Seeing that none of Hai Mingli's choices were good, the girl's brain completely shut down and she was on the verge of total collapse.

What a big deal...

Hai Mingli spoke in a melodious tone. If it were him, he would have to eat his meal despite his social phobia!

Not for anything else, just because I’m poor.

"I...I'll stay here!"

Pochi was trembling all over as he spoke, on the verge of collapse. Seeing that the situation was not right, Hai Mingli quickly picked up the mango carton and directly covered the girl with it.

Fortunately, the girl did not shrink this time.

If the girl didn't have social anxiety, she would have chosen to stay here without hesitation. Second Hand Rose is a popular band, and tickets for their performances are usually hard to come by. It's not easy to be lucky enough to be there.

Secondly...

She wants to learn the song of Second Hand Rose...

"It's settled then. I'll leave with Xingge in the evening."

Hai Mingli said, and after a few seconds, he suddenly remembered something.

The abstract youth knocks on the mango carton to attract the attention of the carton girl.

--What's up?!

Hai Mingli scratched his head and asked embarrassedly.

"Did you faint at the beginning of your street performance just now?"

"Playing guitar or something like that is all about physical instinct, right?"

Volume 4 Wow! : Chapter White Second-Hand Rose ()

"Eh... eh eh eh!"