In the early morning, the elders in the Wang family courtyard and those who came to attend the funeral had already returned to their rooms to rest and prepare to attend the funeral tomorrow morning.

In Wang Tiannan's courtyard, several brothers from the same generation of the Tian generation were unlucky because the former had no children, so they could only leave the work of burning paper to them. The group of people were bored and sat on the round table near the base of the wall and started chatting.

"Who did you think Zhang Qing killed him?" A round fat man asked purely without saying anything.

"Is this a matter of course? It must be a three-bedroom apartment!"

"Yes, I heard from my second aunt that I was also doing it in the third room." A strong young man whispered: "Thunder from the other side of Baoshan not only notified us, but also called the third room. They were close to each other, and the person who was caught first was left after finishing the job."

“Absolutely.”

Everyone agreed, eating the dry pot, and chatted happily on this topic. The round fat man in the middle of the journey was not very cold, and shrank his shoulders and turned around and shouted: "Tomorrow, take me another military coat, and I was fucking trembling with cold."

On the steps not far away, a thin young man turned his head and looked at the dark outside the yard in a daze.

"Tianming, what the hell are you doing? Are you watching the moon?" The fat man shouted again: "Please help me get a military coat."

Tianming came to his senses, pulled out a military coat from the box, stepped in front of everyone and threw it to the fat man: "Give it, it's so fucking annoying. I still feel cold when I wear two pieces."

The fat man took the military coat and put it on himself, turned his head and glanced at Tianming again. Seeing him looking up and continuing to look outside the yard, he immediately asked in confusion: "Are you really enjoying the moon? It's dark, what are you looking at?"

Tianming turned around, frowned and cursed, "Why do I always feel like someone is staring at us?"

Everyone was stunned.

"What's staring?" The fat man didn't understand much.

"I just feel someone staring at me outside the yard." Tianming rubbed his arms: "Give me a cool breeze."

When everyone heard this, they unconsciously glanced at Tiannan's portrait in the living room and the coffin placed under the canopy, and instantly felt that their hair was exploding.

"Don't fucking talk nonsense, you guys." The fat man was a little timid: "We and Tiannan are good brothers... He can't stare at us when he comes back."

"Dede, don't say anything?" A young man opposite cursed speechlessly: "What are you going to do with this kind of environment? Don't you come back?!"

"Say something else, say something else." The fat man waved his hand.

Tianming sat down slowly and said again: "I really feel someone is looking into the yard."

"Are you fucking finished?" The fat man glared and cursed: "You bet again, you're here to watch!"

"Okay, okay, I won't say it." Tianming also waved his hand: "Talk about something else."

In this way, everyone immediately started to talk about other topics. After chatting for a while, they forgot about this matter. They could only take a closer look at the more sensitive day and time.

...

There was nothing to say that night.

At around 6 o'clock in the morning the next day, more people inside and outside the courtyard began to rise, and even the villa, which covers an area of ​​more than 10,000 square meters, looked quite crowded.

The funeral of the Wang family is not a trivial matter in the Longcheng area. The people in charge of various villages, those who have relatives with the Wang family, and those who want to go around the Wang family more, almost all of them have come here, and there must be thousands of people inside and outside.

These people and the members were chatting with each other, and the Wang family was preparing to carry the coffin in the yard and listened to the greetings of several Yin and Yang gentlemen, so the scene was a little chaotic.

The clan elder is old and wakes up very early, or it is not certain whether he slept last night or not. After all, the one who died was his own grandson, and his heart was full.

However, he woke up, but he stayed in bed and didn't want to get up. He might not want to see the scene of Wang Tiannan's funeral, so he covered the bed with a quilt and looked out the window.

The person in charge of the yard came over and stood bent down by the bed and said, "Old man, the coffin lid has been opened, and everyone in the family has passed. Don't you take a last look?"

"It's gone, what are you looking at?" The patriarch waved his hand gently to the person in charge of the business: "Let them do it quickly, so that the yard can be calm and feel upset."

"well!"

The manager sighed, came to the bed and lifted the patriarch's quilt, and persuaded softly: "If you don't go, don't lie down, get up and have fun, and eat."

This courtyard may be the only one who dares to lift the clan leader's quilt. He has been with the clan leader for decades. Although he has been doing the job of serving people, the two of them are inseparable, so there is no need to say much about their relationship.

"Oh, my fucking stared for a while last night and had a dream." The clan leader sat up slowly and looked out the window and said, "I dreamed that someone was squatting in the east and staring at me. I kept walking there, but I couldn't find him, nor saw him. I woke up in a daze, and it seemed that I was not asleep, which made me feel uncomfortable."

The person in charge was stunned and reached out to help the patriarch take the shoes and said, "You just miss the child."

"well!"

The patriarch looked outside the window and sighed, and in an instant, it seemed that he had grown decades old: "This boy Tiannan wants to leave me with him every day, even if he is not talented, there will be no accident. His mother, he spoiled the child to death as he spoiled him... He also blamed me for not letting him marry Xiaoli at the beginning."

"You rarely say something you regret."

"You're old!" The patriarch lowered his head and took a long time before turning around, putting his shoes and getting out of bed.

...

In Wang Tiannan's courtyard.

Mr. Yin and Yang shouted: "Look at it all, it's your last glance, but don't lie on the coffin, tears cannot fall on your body..."

Xiaoqin rushed to the open coffin when she heard the sound, looked at Wang Tiannan's body inside, and cried out: "Son... You're leaving like this, what should you do if you ask your mother to do!"

In an instant, the cries in the yard were connected, whether from the heart or intentionally catered to it, in short, the movement started to be disturbed.

Wang Zonghan stood on the steps without walking over to see his son. His eyes were red and his back was constantly wiping his tears to everyone. This was also the first time that many children from the Tian generation had seen their cold-faced uncle cry.

After the crying lasted for more than twenty minutes, Mr. Yin and Yang came over and shouted: "Put the coffin, nail it down, my little nephew shouted..."

...

In the center of the courtyard, the patriarch walked out of the main building for a walk, but insisted on not going to the front yard to look at Wang Tiannan for the last time, and did not even look up at that direction. He just walked around the courtyard as usual, and moved around and moved his body.

Meanwhile, the city center.

Old Li held the phone and asked at Qin Yu, "Have your person arrived?"

"Uncle, what are you going to do? You have to explain it to me, right?" Qin Yu asked in confusion.

"I'll ask you, or have you arrived?"

"It's here, it's here!" Qin Yu frowned and replied.
Chapter completed!