Chapter 199 Riding a Crane to Yangzhou

On the second day.

Wei Yi silently finished his morning lessons, and after still swallowing the essence of the sun and moonlight, he slowly sat up.

He looked at the fallen leaves on the ground.

Feeling the air and the bit of chill in the wind, I felt a little sad for a moment:

"Mr. Liu may be the first to leave, but he will not be the last."

"To live forever is to endure loneliness."

"If the soul cannot be pure, then it will never become an immortal seed, let alone live forever."

"Pindao still needs some exercise."

With a sigh, Wei Yi slowly walked out of the courtyard, walked out of the main entrance, and then slowly walked into Pingyang Street.

At this time, I was looking towards the street.

I only saw that the Liu Family Teahouse, which should have been very conspicuous, was now completely white.

Moreover, at the door of the teahouse, there are former tea guests standing one after another. They are no longer as lively as before.

Everyone became quiet one by one.

Just waiting quietly at the door, waiting for the last stick of incense with my old friend.

Faced with this situation, even those old friends who have been drinking tea here for several years or more than ten years can't help but sigh:

"Why is Lao Liu so alone and gone?"

"This is really too sudden."

"When I saw him yesterday, he was still alive and kicking. Who knew he was gone overnight."

"Oh...this is life~"

"..."

Sigh after sigh.

Even some of the older people have a kind of sadness in their hearts.

Lao Liu is not much older than them.

What's more, if they really compare with their health, maybe they are not as good as Lao Liu, who is busy every day.

Now the old friend is gone.

And how many of these old guys can survive?

Go down one by one.

If one day these old friends who drank tea in Liu's teahouse, he would be the only one left.

How sad is that?

Thinking about this, the moods of the old tea drinkers and old friends became even more depressed, which seemed to be even more contrasting with the plain scenery.

Take a few more steps.

I only heard bursts of sad crying, coming from the backyard of the teahouse:

"Uuuuuuuuuuah...Father~"

"Ahhhhh..."

"..."

The sound is desolate, like a cuckoo crying for blood.

When I walked to the backyard of the teahouse, I saw that the originally relatively empty backyard was now occupied by tables one after another.

There were some tea and snacks on the table.

Sitting on stools at the four corners of the table were some guests, old or young, who came to express their condolences.

Each person wears a piece of white cloth.

In other words, only Mr. Liu's direct descendants and relatives can actually wear linen mourning clothes and white cloth.

Looking inside.

I only saw a rectangular coffin with a very simple shape standing upright in the mourning hall.

Dark coffin with white curtain.

For a moment, they were intertwined into a black and white music of life.

Just on both sides of the coffin.

Mr. Liu's son and his daughter-in-law are on this side, and his married daughter and nephew are on the other side.

Everywhere you look you see descendants.

It sounds like the population is booming!

Of course, the left side of the coffin belongs to Mr. Liu’s biological son and grandson, and they are passed down from generation to generation.

Look down.

All I saw was a child in his teens, wearing a linen school uniform, kneeling there with tears in his eyes.

Although the face is still green.

But he looks like a little adult.

Seeing this child, Wei Yi sighed in his heart:

"Alas...the baby in my arms has grown so big now."

He still remembered that when he first came here, he used the Zhuyou technique to help the little baby get rid of the night crying syndrome.

When Wei Yi walked to the door, there were several people in front of him, waiting in line to burn incense.

On one side of the yard, there were just a large number of paper figures and horses, as well as burned gold and silver ingots.

Look at the piles.

Incense is definitely at its peak!

After all, they have lived on this street for so long, and every old neighbor would bring a few sticks of incense with them when they came to visit.

For a moment, cigarette smoke curled up in front of the mourning hall.

As the host spoke from the front and presided over the entire funeral, the funeral also passed in an orderly manner:

"Bow~"

"Bow again~"

"Three bows~"

"..."

"After the ceremony, thank you (kei)~"

Every time someone comes to offer incense, filial sons and grandsons have to kowtow to express their gratitude.

Everyone was crying again.

Some of the female relatives even fainted from crying while being thanked one after another.

finally.

The people in front gradually dispersed.

Wei Yi, wearing his green Taoist robe that had remained unchanged for many years, slowly walked into the front of the mourning hall.

He casually took three incense sticks from the front of the mourning hall, and then lit them from the candle on the left.

With a gentle wave of his hand, he extinguished the flames above, and then inserted the three incense sticks into the incense burner in front:

"Mr. Liu, have a good trip."

However, just when he was about to leave, a breeze gently shook the two candles lit above the mourning hall.

Stop and pause.

Wei Yi turned his head and looked towards the front of the spiritual platform.

I only saw the portrait painted at the front of the mourning hall, which had a little more aura at the moment.

Look towards the person's face.

Vaguely, you can still see people inside blinking at the outside.

Seeing this scene, Wei Yi sighed helplessly:

"Mr. Liu, why should he be forced to stay in this world?"

"If I don't reincarnate again, I'm afraid it will damage my soul."
To be continued...