Rebirth 78, the beginning of the marriage was broken off by the female educated youth

It was the beginning of May, the sky was so gloomy that water could be squeezed out of it, the locust flowers had just sprouted, but the mourning hall in the funeral home seemed to be covered with a layer of ice.

Inside the Haoqi Changcun Hall, Shen Wanshan's ice coffin was placed in the center, surrounded by yellow and white chrysanthemums with dew still on the petals, as if someone had secretly wiped away tears. The atmosphere was solemn and heavy.

There seemed to be a thin layer of frost on the blue brick ground. Shen Yuhui led the male comrades of the clan to kneel on the shined straw mat in front of the coffin. The collar of his Zhongshan suit was stained dark red by incense ash. His head was always turned towards the room, staring at the portrait of his father Shen Wanshan at the end of the coffin.

That square face was now framed by the photo frame, with his brows twisted into a knot, as if he was questioning something.

The mother, wrapped by her sisters, stood beside the portrait. She had fainted from crying and slumped on a faded wooden chair. She was clutching a torn handkerchief. The tears she had shed over the past few days had already turned into black mist, like a confession written with someone's fingers dipped in blood.

Shen Yumei supported her mother's shoulders, but she bit her lips until they turned white. Her tears froze into two streaks of ice on her sunburned face. Her fingers unconsciously stroked the fountain pen that her father often wore when he was alive, and the silver chain left a red mark on her wrist.

"The family returns the gift!"

The voice of the emcee brought Shen Yuhui back to his confused state. He looked back and saw another acquaintance coming to pay his respects.

He prostrated himself on the ground and bowed his head.

After the visitor knelt on the ground and finished his worship, he reached out and helped him up.

"Yuhui, I heard about what happened. Don't be sad. Accept my condolences!"

The visitor was the deputy director of the Letters and Calls Bureau and a former junior high school classmate of Shen Yuhui.

"Old Tan, it's hot, you should take a rest in the inner room!" Shen Yuhui cried out mournfully, shook his head, and patted the other person's arm.

The visitor touched Shen Yuhui's shoulder, walked over, took out money from his pocket to pay the tribute, and went to comfort the other female relatives.

"The family returns the gift!"

Another reminder, Shen Yuhui, who had just stood up and had not had a chance to rest, prostrated himself again and kowtowed in return.

In the northwest corner of the mourning hall, there were several neighbors from the family compound wearing gray cloth jackets. One of them hunched his neck and muttered: "Old Shen is such a strong-willed person, but he didn't expect Yujing to be so useless. It's such a good unit..."

Before he could finish his words, someone tugged at his collar. He turned around and saw someone coming in from the door, and his voice suddenly got stuck in his throat.

This man was Shen Wanshan's old partner in the unit. He was carrying a frayed briefcase with several notebooks in it. There were ink marks on the covers. He nodded at Shen Yuhui, tears in the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes. He took out a blue handkerchief from his pocket to wipe his tears. The handkerchief had the words "Advanced Worker" embroidered on it and the edges were already worn and rough.

Next came Shen Wanshan’s immediate superior, who entered the mourning hall escorted by several black-clad bodyguards.

He was wearing a washed-out military coat with a fountain pen pinned to his sleeve. On the pen cap was engraved "Serve the People". He stood at the door of the mourning hall, staring at Shen Wanshan's portrait in a daze. His Adam's apple moved, but he finally held it back. He just bowed slightly towards Shen Wanshan, then patted Shen Yuhui on the shoulder and said his condolences.

"Old leader! My father was angered to death..."

Seeing him, Shen Yuhui, who had thousands of grievances in his heart, finally couldn't hold it in anymore. His throat seemed to be blocked by something. After saying one sentence, he couldn't say any more. He wanted to say that it was all his younger brother Shen Yujing's fault, but after all, in the eyes of outsiders, he, the eldest brother, and the father lying in the coffin were both suspected of being spoiled. His nails dug deeply into his palms, and blood dripped through his fingers onto the blue brick floor, spreading out into dark red pieces.

"My condolences!" The old leader pursed his lips and nodded without saying anything more. Then he took a deep look at the portrait above the mourning hall, sighed, turned and left.

There was crying in the house.

Shen Yujing accepted such a large amount of bribes, and the fact that he could come here today was beyond the Shen family's expectations.

But the matter of Yujing is ultimately a matter that gets worse the more you explain it. The more you explain, the more guilty the Shen family feels.

If no explanation is given, outsiders will think that it was the Shen family's pampering, lax family rules, and deliberate indulgence that led to Shen Yujing committing such a serious crime.

This is like having yellow mud hidden in the crotch, it's either shit or it's shit.

The Shen family is like a dumb person eating bitter herbs, unable to express their pain.

"Jade emblem!"

Amid the sparse response gifts, suddenly an extremely sad voice was heard from outside, the voice arrived before the person arrived.

"Second uncle!"

Shen Qianzhong is here!

His arrival also made the entire mourning hall boil over in an instant.

In the past, Shen Wanshan was only one step away from becoming a provincial governor, but Shen Qianzhong's meteoric rise was even more astonishing.

He was definitely a rising star, like a brick in a wall who came from behind and quickly surpassed Shen Wanshan, becoming the person with the highest status in the entire Shen family.

Even Shen Wanshan’s old leader’s status was not as high as his.

Therefore, the death of Shen Wanshan led to the disintegration of the Upper Shen Family, and Shen Qianzhong from the Lower Shen Family had already turned the upper and lower families upside down.

The whole family, young and old, surrounded Shen Qianzhong together, with countless pairs of eyes fixed on him.

He was wearing a navy blue Zhongshan suit today, with two pens in his left chest pocket, the pen tips glowing coldly in the sun. He was holding a brown paper bag containing the teacup that his father often used when he was alive, with tea stains on the body of the teacup.

He walked to the altar and gently put down the teacup. The sound of the bottom of the teacup hitting the table was like a stone hitting a deep pool. He bowed slightly to the portrait: "Brother came to my place only a few times, but every time he would hold this teacup in his hands and couldn't let it go. He especially loved to drink my tea..."

Before he could finish his words, his voice was choked. Shen Qianzhong took out the iron tea box from his briefcase, took out a handful of tea leaves and threw them into the jar.

Shen Yuchuan came over with red eyes and a thermos in his hand.

"Biluochun, Dahongpao, Longjing, black tea, there are tens of thousands of teas in this world, but your father's favorite is the Gaosu that my brother and I picked up decades ago. It is authentic, ordinary, and bitter. When you drink it, you can always taste the taste of time!"

After saying this, Shen Qianzhong took a sip, suppressed his tears and emotions, stared at the portrait and said: "Brother, this tea is delicious! It's really delicious!"

He poured the tea in front of the portrait and murmured, "I tasted it for you!"

He stood in front of the portrait and mourned for three minutes before turning around and saying softly, "Shen family members, you must remember the good times and remember the bad times. You must not forget your roots. If you forget your roots..."

The Shen family members were shocked and followed Shen Qianzhong's gaze, looking away from him and towards the outside of the house.

Suddenly, a bunch of flower buds dropped from the locust tree outside the mourning hall, hitting the blue brick ground and breaking into white pieces.

The sobbing in the room suddenly stopped for a moment. Only the flame of the eternal lamp was flickering, illuminating the elegiac couplet "Deep Mourning" on the wall, which flickered on and off, as if counting the unfinished words.

Chi!

Suddenly, a loud brake sound came from the parking lot outside the hall, waking up the resentful Shen family. They looked up and suddenly their scalps went numb.

Then the figure of Mr. Shen stumbled out of the car and ran straight towards me...