Siheyuan: Sending the whole courtyard to jail at the beginning

(I don’t know what funerals were like back then, and I don’t know if it was allowed at the time, so please don’t blame me if I write something wrong.)

The twenty-fourth day of the winter month in the lunar calendar, the sixteenth day of the twelfth month in the solar

Suitable for: marriage, engagement, groundbreaking, planting, machinery installation, livestock raising, burial...

Taboo: getting married, opening a business.

Peng Zu's 100 Taboos: If Jia does not open the warehouse, money will be lost; if Chen does not cry, there will be a heavy death.

This was a day suitable for burial. A simple but solemn funeral was being held in the courtyard of No. 95 Nanluoguxiang.

That day, the early morning sun shone through the window into the house, making it seem particularly peaceful.

The family members of the deceased wore mourning clothes, and relatives, friends and neighbors wore dark clothes, with solemn expressions.

The room was filled with a faint smell of incense, portraits of the deceased were hung on the walls, and white paper flowers were placed around.

As time went by, relatives and friends arrived one after another. They walked into the house silently, bowed to the portrait of the deceased, and paid their last respects. There was no excessive noise or bustle, only gentle greetings and consolation.

The funeral ceremony was simple and solemn. The host read the eulogy and reviewed the life and good memories of the deceased.

The family members had tears in their eyes as they listened silently, their hearts filled with longing and reluctance for the deceased.

"Bow!" As the master of ceremonies' loud and solemn voice sounded, the participants bowed deeply.

"Bow twice!" The participants bowed again to express their deep respect and grief for the deceased.

"Three bows!" This last bow seemed to carry endless attachment and reluctance, filling people's hearts with grief.

"Family members respond!"

"Wow, my son, you died so tragically..." The third aunt cried so heartbreakingly that everyone present was moved to tears.

"Brother, I miss you... What should I do if you leave..." Liu Guangfu, the third son of the Liu family, cried the most miserably, with tears as big as beans falling one after another. It was obvious how good the relationship between him and his brother was.

Liu Haizhong, who was standing at the side, was as pale as paper, and his body was shaking constantly. He smoked cigarettes silently, one after another, as if only the smoke could numb the pain in his heart.

The whole scene was heartbreaking, and relatives and friends came forward to comfort the broken family, hoping to bring a little warmth and comfort to this broken family. However, how can the pain of losing a loved one be soothed by a few words of comfort?

"Alas, Lao Liu, please accept my condolences! Life is unpredictable. Although your second son is gone, we still have to look forward."

"Yes, Lao Liu, don't be too sad. After all, the dead are gone, and the living still have to face life with strength. Besides, you still have the eldest and the third brother! They will always be with you and support you through this difficult time."

Seeing that the old friend was distracted, the first uncle Yi Zhonghai and the second uncle Yan Bugui stepped forward to persuade him.

Liu Haizhong didn't say anything when he heard Yi Zhonghai's comfort. After Yan Bugui finished speaking, he glared at him fiercely. Yi Zhonghai also glared at Yan Bugui.

Isn't this just a case of bringing up something irrelevant? Didn't you see that Liu Guangyuan, the eldest son of the Liu family, didn't even come back to attend his brother's funeral?

Don’t you know what the Liu family is like? The father is kind and the son is filial. Liu Guangyuan finally escaped from the sea of ​​suffering and escaped from the dead. How could he come back?

"I still hear what Old Yi says." Liu Haizhong thought silently. Although he was his old rival and lifelong enemy, at this moment he wanted to tell him about his grievances the most.

"Old Yi, I'm not sad. It's just like what Old Yan said. My third son, even if one died, we still have two. I'm just scared. It was almost me lying there."

"With a bang, a gunshot went off, and a life was gone. Now I don't dare to look at Lao Er at all. As soon as I see him, I will think that it is me lying in the coffin! Woo woo..."

Liu Haizhong grabbed Yi Zhonghai's arm tightly and burst into tears.

Yi Zhonghai and Yan Bugui were both stunned. Listen, listen to what a human being said? Is this what a father could say?

They never imagined that Liu Haizhong was distracted, not because he was sad about his son's death, but because he was afraid!

Damn...

Because they were close, the two of them could also hear clearly what Liu Guangfu, the third son of the Liu family, was mumbling.

"Aww...Brother, why did you just leave like this? What will I do if you leave me alone? All the beatings from our father fall on me alone now. I am so sad..."

Yi Zhonghai: (°ー°〃)...

Yan Bugui: Σ(⊙▽⊙“a...

“Crackle… crackle…”

“Ding ding ding…Boom boom boom…”

However, at such a solemn moment, the sounds of firecrackers, suona, gongs and drums suddenly rang out outside the courtyard, and it was very cheerful.

If there was a time traveler present, he would definitely be able to hear that the music played was "Good Days"!

Listening to the continuous sound of firecrackers and the extremely cheerful music, at this moment, everyone attending the funeral was stunned.

Just like the line in the song: "I'm most afraid of the air suddenly becoming quiet."

"Oh, there are firecrackers outside. There are so many firecrackers. Everyone, go pick them up."

A child from an unknown family suddenly shouted this sentence with great excitement. Then, all the children nearby changed their previous sad expressions and ran out happily in high spirits.

Yi Zhonghai was about to curse, but when he saw that it was the Jia family's joke, he thought, well, that's okay, kids just love to play, haha.

Liu Haizhong's face was extremely dark, but he could only suppress his anger and dared not show it, because everyone nearby knew that his son was shot to death for committing a crime, which was a very shameful thing. If he went out to make trouble with others at this time, he would just be waiting to be stabbed in the back, so he could only pray that the wedding procession would pass quickly.

Well, until now Liu Haizhong still thought that someone was passing by outside having a wedding.

"Ah, ha, Guang Tian, ​​you died well, so tragically."

A very harsh voice sounded from the front door. Everyone turned around in astonishment, wondering in their hearts, why did this sentence sound so weird?

It seems like, 'Haha, Guang Tian, ​​it's good that you die, it's good that you die miserably,' right?

Soon after, people saw a tall and handsome Lin Beijun wearing a colorful costume and black sunglasses, leading a large group of people in.

And that group of people were all wearing red wedding clothes, which was so eye-catching in this funeral.

When they saw that it was Lin Beijun, dressed like that, and coming in with drums and gongs, the Liu family could no longer bear it.

"Lin Beijun, what do you mean? My second son is dead, are you still going to make trouble at his funeral?"

Liu Hai shouted angrily, his face looking so ferocious.

"Liu Laogou, are you calling your mother? Today is my brother Guangtian's funeral. I'm giving him the face of a dead man and don't want to argue with you. Don't make trouble for no reason!"

Lin Beijun raised his sunglasses and spoke with a trembling body, because he didn't want people to see that he was smiling.

This sentence was said so righteously and so naturally that people were all stunned by it.

"You, you, when did you become my Guangtian's brother? My Guangtian doesn't have you..."

Before Liu Haizhong could finish his words, he was stopped by Yi Zhonghai, who said, "Xiaojun, even if you are here to attend the funeral, you can't wear such conspicuous clothes, right?"

"Hey, uncle, you're wrong to say that. This is a new society and a new era. We can't look at it with the same old eyes. I dressed like this on purpose. I found this costume with great difficulty. Do you know what role it is?"

Yan Bugui cooperated very well and shook his head stupidly.

"This is the clothes Liu Bei wore at Zhang Fei's funeral after his tragic death in the play."

"Ah? Is there such a scene?" Yan Bugui, Yi Zhonghai and others were confused. They didn't like listening to opera very much, so they really didn't know.

"Oh, that's not important. You don't really know my brother Guangtian. He's a reserved person, but he actually likes colorful things."

"Lin Beijun, that's enough. You've already killed my Guangtian. Get out of here! Get out of here!!!"

The third aunt was about to hit Lin Beijun with a broom, but was stopped by Liu Haizhu who was standing nearby.

"Third Aunt, what you said is wrong. I didn't kill my brother Liu Guangtian. I don't admit it! It was obviously Jia Zhang or his biological father Liu Haizhong who killed him, okay? If it weren't for them, would people steal things from my house? If they didn't steal things from my house, how could Liu Guangtian and Heiwu be shot?"

"Besides, the ones who should be shot are Jia Zhangshi and Liu Haizhong, the two main culprits. My brother Liu Guangtian was obviously forced by his own father to take the blame for him, okay?"

"Every wrong has its perpetrator, brother Guangtian, go find whoever killed you, go find the two people who really killed you! Don't come to me. But even if you come to me, I'm not afraid, as long as you dare to come!"

"puff......"

Lin Beijun was talking excitedly, but who knew that Liu Haizhong would suddenly tilt his neck back and spurt out a mouthful of blood, just like rain, the amount was so huge. As luck would have it, the blood was sprayed towards the coffin, not only spraying on the coffin, but also extinguishing the brazier where the paper was burned.

This sudden change stunned everyone present.

"Ah, Lao Liu, Lao Liu, what's wrong with you? Don't scare me, owuuuuuuu..."

By the time the second aunt reacted, Liu Haizhong was already lying straight on the ground, which scared her silly.

"Oh no, Old Liu is so angry that he vomited blood and passed out. Zhuzi, Zhuzi, why are you still in a daze? Go get a cart and take your uncle to the hospital, quickly!"

Yi Zhonghai shouted anxiously.

Others beside him thought at the same time, "Will Lao Liu also die today? Then should I give one gift or two?"