, "Good morning Mr. Yun"
When Yun Jing came downstairs, the inn was already busy, and the waiters in the shop greeted him one after another.
Yesterday's events have spread to everyone. Maybe not everyone in Sitong Town knows Yunjing, but everyone knows that he is the one who brought peace to the entire Sitong Town.
The weather is cold, the ground is freezing, and people have to live.
It's not easy for everyone. We are all humble beings in this world. For the sake of three or five taels of silver, we will be greedy and greedy until the end.
Looking across the busy people in the inn, Yun Jing smiled and said: "Good morning, everyone."
After saying hello, Yun Jing looked at the shopkeeper and said, "Shopkeeper, bring me a bowl of soy milk, three steamed buns, two fried dough sticks, a bowl of porridge, and a stack of pickles."
"Master Yun, wait a moment."
Yunjing nodded and found a place to sit down.
At this time, a morning guest got up. Although he did not recognize Yun Jing, he saluted from afar, then came to the counter and said: "I paid for Mr. Yun's expenses, and the shopkeeper paid the bill."
"Brother, you can't do that," Yun Jing quickly stood up and said.
The other party smiled, saluted again and said: "Your Majesty, Mr. Yun, thank you for saving thousands of people from misery. I don't care enough to say goodbye."
With that said, the other party paid, packed up his luggage and left without giving Yunjing a chance to refuse.
When you do good deeds, not everyone may be grateful for your kindness, but there are always a few people who will take your deeds to heart, sing about them, and repay you. This is probably the human world.
I sat down again, and the ordered breakfast had been served.
While eating breakfast, Yunjing took the time to say to the shopkeeper: "Shopkeeper, my two friends have already left. Please settle their accounts."
"Master Yun, to be honest, your account has been settled by someone, and they said you can stay as long as you want," the shopkeeper replied.
After a pause, Yunjing asked: "Who is it?"
"The other party did not leave his name"
I accepted a favor in vain, but I didn’t know who the other person was.
Feeling warm in his heart, Yun Jing said: "Shopkeeper, please help me pay attention to who it is. If I meet him, I must let him leave his name."
"I will," the shopkeeper said with a smile.
In fact, the shopkeeper confiscated the man's money, but the man left a banknote and left, saying that it was what he should have done. Compared with what Yun Jing did, his contribution was insignificant...
After breakfast, Yunjing left the inn while it was still early. He was going to see off those who died yesterday.
Outside the door, the sky and the earth were completely white, the snow on the road was about a foot thick, and there were scattered snowflakes floating in the sky. The whole world turned into black and white.
If you don't do it early, you should do it early.
People are already coming and going on the streets, including those buying groceries, those on their way, and those selling breakfast. Even the thick snow cannot stop people from going about their daily lives.
嘘嘚……嘚嘚……
One carriage after another passed in front of Yunjing, covered with straw mats, and frozen corpses were placed on the carriages. Those were the people who froze to death last night, and they left forever in their sleep.
Human world.
Among those who died were refugees and beggars.
They were a living person yesterday, but today they are a stiff corpse.
There were shrill cries in the street, and pedestrians on the street looked at the corpse on the carriage. Some were numb, some were desperate, and some were bitter.
No one knows whether they will be next.
Every winter, people freeze to death throughout the world, but the situation in Sitong Town is different now. There are many homeless refugees, so more people froze to death last night.
Yun Jing had heard that people who were frozen to death usually had smiles on their faces, but now he saw that almost all the corpses on the carriages were smiling.
Maybe in their sleep, before they died, they dreamed of the most beautiful things in the world.
Raising his head slightly, Yunjing took a long breath, turned into white mist, glanced at the north, and walked away.
Anger, sympathy, and escape cannot solve the problem.
White flags have been hung up at Ran Liang's house, and it's hard to tell which is the flag and which is the snow in the wind and snow.
People came and went, many of them came to pay their respects and pay their respects to the martyrs who died because of Sitong Town.
Outside Ran Liang's house and on the street, some people who felt they were not qualified to pay their respects would often kowtow from a distance...
In fact, there were no dead people in Ran Liang's family. The reason why they set up a mourning hall was because he had a few dead friends who were not accepted by the world. As friends of life and death, if they didn't help with the funeral arrangements, they would just become lonely ghosts.
After straightening his clothes, Yunjing walked to the door.
Some people recognized him and saluted him one after another, and the atmosphere was a bit depressing.
"Brother Yun is here." A man from the world who had drunk yesterday was in charge of reception at the door and handed Yun Jing a white cloth.
Yunjing took it and tied it on his arm, saying: "I'm here to see off my friend from yesterday."
"If you're interested, please come in, Brother Yun, and I won't greet you."
"you busy"
There were several corpses placed in the mourning hall, their faces covered with white cloths. Yesterday they were laughing and laughing, but their lives were forever fixed in yesterday.
There are no monks or Taoists in this world. It is scholars who can save the souls of the dead.
There is a word for ritual in funeral, so the matter of saving the deceased naturally falls on the scholars.
It is said that the dead are the greatest, but in fact the process for scholars in this world to transcend the dead is much more complicated than in Yunjing's previous life, with numerous ritual and musical instruments, as well as eulogies and scriptures.
The funeral was undoubtedly grand, but there was a word of mourning everywhere.
"Brother Yun"
At the entrance of the mourning hall, Ran Liang greeted Yun Jing and handed over three sticks of incense.
"I'll see them off," Yunjing took it and nodded.
"There is no need to be sad. Everyone has to die. Sooner or later, the enemy troops will be killed and Sitong Town will be at peace. They will only be happy, please." Ran Liang nodded and made a gesture of invitation.
Stepping into the mourning hall, Yun Jing's eyes passed over the corpses whose lives were frozen forever, including the one who helped him pour wine yesterday, the one who helped him cut the meat, and the woman who quietly sat next to him...
They will never be able to speak.
Taking a deep breath, Yun Jing stood respectfully, with the four fingers of his left hand pressed together, his thumb pressing on the middle joint of his index finger, and holding three sticks of incense at the contact point.
The four fingers of the right hand come together to cover the outside of the left hand, and the thumb of the right hand covers the thumb of the left hand.
His movements were a bit like cupping fists. In this posture, he held three sticks of incense, raised his arms lightly, raised them above his head, and bowed respectfully.
"farewell"
After praying three times, he took three steps forward while maintaining this posture and inserted three sticks of incense into the incense burner.
The green smoke curls up, turns into wind, and dissipates between heaven and earth with the thoughts of living people.
"You have been in this world, cried and laughed, and left your traces. I hope you have no regrets in your life..."
Stopping slightly, bowing again, Yunjing turned around.
At the door, Ran Liang said: "Brother Yun, please sit over there."
Nodding, Yunjing and Ran Liang went to the tables and chairs arranged in the courtyard together. People who came to mourn them all stood up and saluted wherever they passed.
The charcoal fire was burning vigorously, but the warm light could not dispel the sadness in my heart.
The word death is always so heavy and depressing, especially when the person who died was still drinking and talking yesterday.
"Drink?"
After sitting down, Ran Liang took out a jar of wine from under the table and put it on the table.
Yun Jing hesitated slightly.
He said: "It's okay. Although they are dead, they are all brothers. They don't want to see the smiles on our faces disappear because of their deaths. If they know that we are not in a beautiful mood because of their deaths, they will probably
He came to scold us in a dream.”
"That's fine," Yun Dingding nodded.
Two bowls of wine and a plate of fried beans. In the wind and snow, the wine was a little hard to swallow and I choked.
Ran Liang seemed to be extremely open-minded about the death of his brothers, but in fact he was the one who couldn't let go. His injury was still not healed, so he drank three bowls in a row without using his internal energy to relieve the hangover.
Wiping his mouth, his eyes turned red, and he lowered his head and said: "Actually, I would rather die than myself."
"Brother Ran, don't say that. Live, live well, and live their share too," Yun Jing said.
He raised his head and smiled, and then said: "I'm fine, I'm just a little melancholy. In fact, we all know that sooner or later we will end up like this, but when it comes, it's always hard to accept it. They've died a hundred times, damn, but we
The living people don’t know how long it will take to get over this sadness.”
He doesn't seem to care, but in fact he cares the most, and every word touches his heart.
There was no way to persuade him about this kind of thing, so Yunjing drank with him.
Ran Liang added: "Huang Jun, that's the one who opened the door for you yesterday. He was lying over there. Yesterday he told me, Brother Liang, I'm not young anymore. Please help me find a wife. I want to start a family."
Okay..., and that Zhang Bian, a thirty-year-old man. He actually doesn't want to be a gangster for a long time. He wants to live a leisurely life on a few acres of Susukino fields, but he can no longer realize it. And that Liu Cuiju, yesterday
The one sitting next to you, she has always wanted to find a good husband and have a few fat boys, but the one she likes doesn't like her, and the one who likes her doesn't like her. A girl in her twenties spends all day with us.
These big men were hanging out together. They were fine yesterday, so why did they just lie down..."
Ran Liang talked a lot, and Yun Jing kept listening attentively.
Perhaps he was done venting, he raised his head and smiled sheepishly: "Brother Yun, I made you laugh, but actually I don't usually do this."
"I know"
"Ha, okay, I won't chat with you anymore. Another friend is here. By the way, I won't entertain you anymore. I have to leave in the afternoon. They are not local. I have to send them off one by one.
What a big deal it is to go back to my hometown and let the fallen leaves return to their roots. They lay down one by one and let me run around so hard. In this snowy day, I really want to pull them up and walk on my own. Forget it, it’s just this time anyway. I’ll be more tired.
Just be tired..."
Ran Liang went to greet other people, and someone else came to chat with Yun Jing. Regardless of whether they knew him or not, they all had a common mood at this time, which was the suppression of death.
In the afternoon, after the simple funeral, Ran Liang personally wore sackcloth and mourning, drove the carriage with his companions, leaving deep traces on the snow, and took his brothers home.
"Brothers met for the first time. We didn't know each other. We were so happy and interested. We drank more and more. From now on, we can go to the mountain of swords and the sea of fire. Don't be afraid of dangers. Brother, come and block the sword. If I die, don't cry. Bring a bowl of wine to the grave.
You are dying and I am laughing. I will be here soon. From now on, we will meet under the spring and have a drink. We are brothers... Let's go home..."
At the front of the motorcade, Ran Liang was riding on a horse, singing a song while drinking wine. His voice was hoarse and heroic. The singing sound spread far and wide, and slowly disappeared into the wind and snow.
What he sang was a song that was widely circulated in the world. Almost everyone in the world could sing it. He could sing it when he was happy, he could sing it when he was hurt, and he could sing it even after his brother died.
Standing on the street, watching them go away, Yun Jing only said: "Have a good trip..."
This chapter has been completed!