Even in the early winter when the morning dew is frosty.

Yu Er has also waited for Zhang Chu for too long...

It's time to rest in peace.

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.

Da Liu led the brothers in the Red Flower Department to be busy decorating the mourning hall and arranging the memorial service.

The mule who came on the back foot, Zhang Meng, also led his brothers to be busy, arranging the dinner and arranging the process of sending Yu Er up the mountain tomorrow morning.

One by one, inscriptions were sent to Zhang Chu from all aspects.

A riot of flowers.

Singing praises.

Made up and fabricated.

Zhang Chu threw each article into the brazier in front of Yu Erling, treating it as a joke for himself.

Waves of people came to worship Yu Er from all over the world and rushed to Yu Er's presence.

There are famous ones and there are no famous ones.

Those you know, those you don’t know.

Those with good intentions and those with ulterior motives.

Each one of them saluted in front of the soul with sad faces, as if the person lying in the coffin was their biological father.

Zhang Chu looked at these people expressionlessly, and his empty eyes scared away the idiots who wanted to talk to him one after another.

Everyone is busy.

Everyone can find their place in this simple mourning hall.

Zhang Chu is very free.

It's like an outsider.

As idle as a mascot.

He was sitting next to Yu Er's mourning hall.

Sit there all night.

The meal was delivered to you.

He just eats it.

Water was brought to you.

He drank.

Someone is coming.

He didn't say hello either.

The coffin is lifted.

He just followed.

Ask nothing.

Say nothing.

Neither sad.

Not sad either.

As numb as a wax statue.

Wu Jiuyu has been here.

Seeing him like this, I stroked the top of his head sadly and left.

Zhao Mingyang has been here.

Seeing him like this, I sighed, patted his shoulder, and left.

The second day of victory has come.

Seeing him like this, he sighed heavily, punched his chest, and left.

Zhong Ziqi came here.

Seeing him like this, I sat with him for more than an hour without saying a word, and then left.

Only Da Liu and the mule kept wandering in front of him.

I'll bring him some food later.

I'll give him some water later.

I'll give him some clothes later...

They wanted to talk to Zhang Chu and distract him.

But looking at Zhang Chu like this, no one knew what to say or what to say...

They especially hoped that Zhang Chu would go around and scold them as usual.

Otherwise, just take a few sips.

No matter what happens, just like the time when the big bear left, it doesn't matter if you go out with a knife and kill thousands of northern barbarians.

It's better than sitting beside the coffin in silence and lost in thought.

Looking at Zhang Chu like this.

For the first time, they realized it so clearly.

This man who used to be able to get up and fight back even more fiercely no matter what kind of blow he received... is really old.

Brother, you are really old.

…

Yin Shi.

It's still dark.

The road is still very muddy.

Everyone carried the coffin out of the city to see Yu Er off for the last time.

There were not many people carrying the coffin.

But the specifications are very high.

Mule, Da Liu, Zhang Meng, Sun Si'er.

It's not a lack of manpower.

There are 30,000 Honghua brothers in Jintian Mansion.

But there are only so many people who are qualified to carry this coffin...

No more.

We just can't get enough people together.

Zhang Chu walked behind the coffin, one foot deep and one foot shallow.

Snow-white paper money fell on his face.

He raised his head and looked, always feeling like the first snow he saw in the parasol trees...

…

Zhang Chu made no decision.

After all, no inscription was engraved on Yu Er's tombstone.

It was clean and had the words "Yu Er's Cemetery" written on it.

He doesn't even have a decent name.

Except for the names of his two cheap sons.

Just one signature: Si Lian Bang Li.

The cemetery is quite impressive.

But when Zhang Chu looked at the words "Cave Heaven and Paradise" on the tombstone, and the two mighty stone lions lying in front of the tomb, he always felt that they did not match the half-dead look that Yu Er had when he was alive.

It’s time to get the Zhang Ji Chop Suey Soup sign and the big pot and place them in front of the tomb.

Anyway, he likes to take those two gadgets with him wherever he goes...

He stood in front of the tomb.

Watching the masons sealing the tomb chamber bit by bit, lighting the fire, and drying the mud sealing the edges.
To be continued...