Dozens of people from Duanmu family surrounded them.
"What do you want to do?" Duanmu Roujia blocked Wang Han behind.
"Roujia, get out of here!" Duanmu Aizhi looked over Duanmu Roujia's shoulder and looked at Wang Han behind.
Wang Han glanced at it and found that these people were basically the factions Duanmu Mingren said before that they wanted to kill Wang Han.
When the atmosphere is tense.
A voice came.
"What do you want to do?"
Duanmu Mingyi walked towards this side with a few people.
"Second brother, an outsider, don't come to our Duanmu family again to get involved. It's disgusting! Although our father was attacked by the Sui family, it was not because of him in the final analysis!" Duanmu Mingzhi pointed at
Wang Han.
"I know what you are thinking, but why bother? Our dad is gone, why are you doing this? Is it interesting?" Duanmu Mingyi scolded angrily.
"Anyway, I don't agree with him attending our father's funeral. If anyone lets him in, I will be anxious with anyone!" Duanmu Mingwu stood behind Duanmu Mingzhi and said angrily.
Several other factions with them also followed suit.
"Then try it with me!" Duanmu Mingyi did not retreat at all.
Both sides were filled with anger.
Duanmu Akiri came over from a distance.
"Oh! What are you doing!"
"Brother, you can decide on this matter! We firmly disagree with him coming to attend the old man's funeral!" Duanmu Mingwu pointed at Wang Han.
Duanmu Mingren glanced at Wang Han and spoke.
“It’s all a family!”
Duanmu Mingwu immediately said, "Who is with him and his family? He is worthy of being with us?"
"That's it!" Several other people followed suit.
Duanmu Mingren cleared his throat, "Why not like this, let the people in the village vote! Let those who agree to Wang Han attend our father's funeral raise their hands!"
A glance was swept.
Very few raised their hands.
Duanmu Mingren said, "Mingyi, I know what you think, but you can't go against everyone's wishes. Wang Han is an outsider after all! Besides, our father's death cannot be separated from him! For everyone, don't
Let him participate!"
"No!" Duanmu Mingyi waved his hand and was about to continue speaking.
Wang Han interrupted Duanmu Mingyi's words after the inscription, "I'll go in and pour incense for the old man, then go to my mother's grave to burn incense, and then I'll go back! Is this possible?"
Duanmu family looked at Wang Han with different expressions.
Duanmu Mingyi was about to talk to Wang Han, but Wang Han said, "I came here to pour incense on my mother and kowtowed."
"I think it's OK! Let Wang Han go in and bring incense to the old man, then go to Jun Zhao's grave and kowtow, and go back tomorrow. How about it?" Duanmu Mingren felt that this was a compromise.
Duanmu Akichi suddenly sneered, "Finish! Give the way!"
The group made way for a way.
Wang Han walked inside, Duanmu Roujia wanted to pull Wang Han, but Wang Han walked too fast and didn't get there.
"Second brother..."
Duanmu Mingyi looked at Wang Han's back and was silent for a while, without saying anything.
If you insist on letting Wang Han stay here, the people in the village will definitely have a deep prejudice against Wang Han, and it will not be a good thing for Wang Han's body and mind at that time.
The matter of temporary funeral is the most important thing, and other things will be decided at that time.
Many people in the village respect the old man very much, and their descendants wear mourning clothes. Some long-time workers in Duanmu family wear mourning clothes.
Wang Hankuo walked into the mourning hall.
Ignore the murderous gazes of the younger generation of the Duanmu family.
Looking at the old man's portrait.
It was incense.
He glanced at the old man's body, his face covered with cloth.
I couldn't see my appearance clearly, so I had to take a look at the portrait again. The old man looked a little thin and looked amiable inside the portrait.
After stopping for a while, Wang Han turned around and walked out the door.
As soon as he left the door, Wang Han and Duanmulin asked about their mother's cemetery.
Duanmulin took Wang Han in one direction, and after more than ten minutes.
Wang Han squatted in front of the tombstone and looked at the woman in the photo.
Take out the incense and candles from the bag and offer.
He glanced at Duanmulin and said, "Xiaolin, you go back first."
Duanmulin paused, and knew that Wang Han wanted to stay for a while, so he turned around and went back.
Wang Han put the things one by one, looked at the photos on the tombstone, smiled, and repaired Yi Zhou again.
Kneeling in front of the tombstone, Wang Han was a little lost.
The feeling in his heart was very strange. Wang Han subconsciously wanted to take out a cigarette and light it. He paused for a moment and stuffed the cigarette into his pocket.
I reached out to wipe the photo on the tombstone.
It was getting late.
Squatting here doesn't mean to be afraid at all, but instead feels that the wind is very gentle.
Wang Han scratched his head and wanted to say something, but he didn't know where to start.
Although he was raised by the imperial concubine, the person who brought Wang Han to this world was right in front of him. Even if the heavens and man were separated forever, he would still feel a sense of intimacy deep in his soul.
I don’t want to cry, and I don’t have any other emotions, my mind is empty.
Paper money is burning.
Wang Han scratched his head and laughed foolishly at the woman in the photo.
The woman in the photo looked at Wang Han with a smile on her face.
All the paper money was burning, but Wang Han still knelt on the ground in a daze.
He smiled at the woman in the photo again with a brainless smile.
"Don't you say anything to your mother?"
A voice suddenly came.
Wang Han was so shocked that he quickly got up, turned around and looked back, and found that it was an old man wearing a tattered black cotton jacket.
The gray-white hair is chaotic and fluffy like weeds, the face is dark, the hands are inserted into each other's sleeves, the big black cotton pants, the legs are crossed, the feet are a pair of old-fashioned handmade cotton shoes, and the front is torn
Hole.
Sitting there was like a member of the village intelligence organization.
This outfit looks so much like a person's outfit nearly a hundred years ago.
The old man took out his hand from his sleeve, covered two sweet potatoes inside, and swayed at Wang Han.
Wang Han thought about it and took it.
The old man exhaled himself and ate a bite of roasted sweet potatoes.
"You just kneel down, and don't say who you are? Your mother thought someone else's younger generation!"
Wang Han knelt in front of the tomb and paused, "Mom, I am Wang Han."
"Tell your mother how you are now! Are you looking for a wife?"
"I've found her, she's called Su Qi. She's pregnant. She didn't come because she was a special situation. I'll take her to see you in the future."
The old man's body was shaking, and he ate sweet potatoes while turning.
"Let's talk about it, how is the kung fu?"
"It's transformed."
"Cultivation Realm? Is it true or false?" The old man was stunned for a moment.
Wang Han flipped his hands and Qi came out of his palm.
The old man smiled, "Here! The old boy named Emperor has a good way to take care of his apprentice."
Wang Han looked at the old man, not knowing who the other party was.
The old man ate a bite of sweet potato, "Then report to your mother what job and how much money he earned so that your mother can rest assured."
Wang Han paused, "Invest in some business, and the fixed assets are worth tens of billions of dollars."
The old man stopped eating sweet potatoes, "Don't brag! What fixed assets are you going to say, just how much money can you take out in your pocket!"
Wang Han smiled dryly, "I have it in my pocket... OK, I owe more than 50 billion! Oh my god, can you bless your son to make a fortune!"
"What?" The old man stared at his big eyes, his beard shaking.
Wang Han immediately smiled and said, "You will definitely pay it off within one year!"
The old man looked up and down at Wang Han, ate a sweet potato, and looked at Wang Han with a smile.