The grand scene is often a kind of showing off and also enviable.
Including funerals.
But it does not include the Fang family.
Before the old man finished speaking, the choking sounds of women could be heard next to him.
"Are you here to watch the fun? Are you here to watch the fun?" they shouted.
The old man felt a little baffled.
Hundreds of people were hired to attend the funeral, and the scene was so huge. What else was it to do if it wasn’t for people to watch?
"If a person is dead, why watch the fun?" a woman said with red eyes.
"In the past, when people died and were buried, everyone would watch the fun." The old man spread his hands and said.
I find these women incomprehensible.
"But this is Master Fang." Another woman covered her face and cried.
Although she was not in the funeral procession, her grief was no less than those of those people.
"Yes, Master Fang is so young."
"Master Fang is such a nice person."
"Master Fang is so good-looking."
More women's voices rang out, each of them looking sad.
The young man died young and the flowers fell down, which always made the sentimental women pity and grieve. The old man did not argue with these women anymore, but he also did not agree with the sadness. He was already numb to old people like him who had seen many lives and deaths.
"Young Master Fang is not the only one who is sad." A man next to him sighed, his expression also a bit sad, "The sad thing is that in the end, it is still difficult to escape fate."
What fate.
The old man looked at the funeral procession.
"I originally thought that I would not see the Fang family being buried again so soon." The man said, "The enemy was killed, the illness was cured, and the young master of the Fang family is alive and well, but I didn't expect..."
He shook his head when he said this, somewhat unable to bear to continue talking.
Unexpectedly, a young life would end so abruptly. This child, who had been regarded as a dead person since he was five years old, still did not die and died in his youth.
That curse...it seems that it has not been broken, it has still come true.
What fate.
Everyone cannot escape.
No matter how hard you try, it won't work.
This is indeed a sad and despairing thing.
The old man let out a long sigh, his eyes reddening as he looked at the seemingly endless funeral procession.
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"The young master is gone, and so is Deshengchang."
Shopkeeper Gao choked and said, looking at the woman who had just dismounted in front of him.
Miss Jun took off her face covering. Although her eyes were bright, her face was stained by the sand and dust even though she was covered by the hat and veil.
"If he's gone, what does it have to do with Deshengchang?" she said with a frown.
"Because Deshengchang has no money." Fang Yuxiu's voice said from behind.
Miss Jun stepped forward without stopping and said oh.
"Deshengchang suffered a loss in business some time ago and ran into debt, so I rushed to see a big merchant and got a large sum of money." Fang Yuxiu said slowly as he followed the other.
"What about the money?" Miss Jun asked.
"Because the fire burned half of the street." Shopkeeper Gao followed a few steps and bowed his head and said, "The young master ordered to compensate those families. The houses were rebuilt, the dead were buried, and the injured were taken care of. So a lot of money was spent."
Therefore, there is not enough money to operate the ticket office.
"I didn't say I wouldn't lend it to him," Fang Yuxiu said. "He went to all the shopkeepers of the ticket number without telling us, refunded the money, paid off the debt, and evened the ticket number."
She said and spread her hands.
"Then he closed his eyes and passed away. What can we do?"
Miss Jun glanced at her.
"As for the shopkeepers in Deshengchang, they are scattered. I grabbed them... It's normal for me to invite some for use." Fang Yuxiu spread his hands again and said.
Miss Jun looked at Shopkeeper Gao again.
Shopkeeper Gao lowered his head in embarrassment.
As they spoke, they had arrived at the main courtyard, where Fang Chengyu had been buried, but the mourning shed in the courtyard had not yet been evacuated. Everything was white, the servants and servants coming and going were still wiping their eyes and wiping their tears, and incense was lingering in the mourning hall.
Miss Jun stood still and looked at the mourning hall. The maids and maids on the side had already prepared futons and brocade handkerchiefs, waiting for her to cry. After waiting for a while, Miss Jun turned around and walked away.
Fang Yuxiu and Shopkeeper Gao didn't stop her and watched her stride out the door.
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The ancestral tombs of the Fang family are in Shandong, but since they broke up with Shandong, Mr. Fang and Mr. Fang built their tombs in Yangcheng.
Now Fang Chengyu will naturally be buried here.
Looking from the hillside, a large area here is covered by plain white. Countless filial sons and filial women are worshiping, and the sound of drums, music and suonas is heartbreaking.
The young man who was sitting on the hillside grazing cows was so mesmerized by what he heard. The cow beside him bit into the straw ring on his head and chewed it slowly without him noticing.
"Does it look good?"
A voice said, and at the same time he took out the grass circle from the cow's mouth with one hand, patted the cow's head, and the cow slowly turned its head to the side without getting angry.
"It's beautiful." The young man turned around and smiled at Miss Jun standing behind him.
Under the sunlight, the bright eyes and white teeth are dazzling.
"I planned this funeral by myself. Even those white flags were tied by the best craftsmen in Shanxi." He said with a bit of pride and raised his eyebrows, "Aren't they beautiful?"
Miss Jun looked down the hillside.
"What's so beautiful about dead things? If it rains heavily tonight, there will be nothing tomorrow." She said.
"I'm talking about now." The young man said with a smile, "Now, at this moment, this moment, being beautiful is enough, why bother about the future."
Miss Jun didn't say anything, she seemed to be fascinated by the scene down the hillside.
"Don't make trouble." She said suddenly, raising her feet slightly.
The young man chuckled and took back his hand, letting go of the hanging hem of her pleated skirt.
"Are you looking down on yourself when you say Deshengchang has insufficient funds to operate?" Miss Jun looked down at him and said.
From those descriptions, it is obvious that he wants to dissipate all Deshengchang's money and make the ticket number Deshengchang disappear completely.
"Jiuling, Deshengchang, shouldn't have existed." Fang Chengyu stopped laughing and said seriously, "My grandfather, father, and grandmother couldn't do this. I am a ruthless person, so let me end it.
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Deshengchang was originally a tool used by the King of Qi to make money and plot rebellion.
This was acknowledged by the emperor himself when he scolded the Queen Mother.
As for whether Old Mrs. Fang knew at the beginning, and how much truth Old Mrs. Fang knew, Miss Jun did not ask the emperor, and she has no intention of pursuing it now.
As Fang Chengyu said, Deshengchang should not exist, so now it has disappeared, so be it.
In any case, since she arrived, Deshengchang's money has been under her control and used by her.
"Why do you pretend to be dead even if the ticket number doesn't exist?" Miss Jun looked at him and asked, "Is it because you feel wronged that you want to bury it and end it like this?"
Wronged.
Just because he had no choice but to be born with the surname Fang, he had to suffer from illness and pain, and he had to work hard for the Fang family's business.
"How is that possible?" Fang Chengyu said righteously.
Miss Jun looked at him without saying anything.
Fang Chengyu chuckled.
"Well, it's a little bit." He stretched out his hand to scratch his nose and said, "So I work hard."
Work hard and then ruin it.
"It can't be said that it was destroyed. It's a new life for the Fang family." Fang Chengyu said, "The ticket numbers of the sisters will be clean from now on. They can do business seriously and everything will start again."
He stood up and clapped his hands.
"I'm also new." He said, turning to look at Miss Jun, his eyes sparkling, "Jiu Ling, I have a lot of things I want to do, do you remember? I read a lot of books back then.
I just want to wait until I get better, and I will go and see the places and customs written in the book, the landscapes and people that are different from Yangcheng, and more, do you know who I really want to be?
?”
Miss Jun looked at him.
"What?" she asked.
"Blacksmith." Fang Chengyu said.
Miss Jun couldn't help but smile when she looked at his fair and tender complexion that made all the girls jealous.
"Hey, I'm very strong now." Fang Chengyu said a little aggrievedly, raising his arm, "You touch it."
Miss Jun laughed.
Fang Chengyu was even more unconvinced by her smile, grabbed her hand and pressed it on his arm.
"Look," he said.
Miss Jun patted his arm seriously.
"Yes, he is very powerful," she said.
Fang Chengyu then smiled and let go of her hand.
"Speaking of it, I am indeed ruthless. For the sake of my new life and the life I want to live, I left everything behind." He said, "My second sister must still be scolding me for being evil. If I had known I would
Grandma and mother dumped it on them, she should have given them more money in the first place."
As he spoke, he looked at Miss Jun again.
"Also, at this time, Jiuling, you shouldn't have left the capital. I should have kept the news secret."
Now that the emperor has a new illness, the crown prince's edict is being questioned, and chaos and undercurrents are brewing in the court.
However, Miss Jun rushed back to Yangcheng from the capital day and night as soon as she heard the news.
Miss Jun looked at him without speaking.
Fang Chengyu also looked at her.
"Okay, okay, I don't want to hide the news at all. Even if I know it's not the right time and what you have to do now is very important, I still want to tell you." He said, "I just want to see if you will.
He would drop everything to come see me.”
Miss Jun looked at him.
"Then what?" she said.
Fang Chengyu looked at her.
"Want a hug," he said.
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At this time, he held a grand funeral, causing a fuss, and at the same time sent the news to the capital as soon as possible.
At this time, the assassination attempt she experienced in the palace failed, and by chance, the emperor finally fell ill. She expected that the arduous planning had led her step by step to the present, and it was finally the critical moment when the dust settled.
When he said he was going to die, she walked away and came over without hesitation.
In fact, he could not have said anything at all, but run to the capital and tell her face to face.
In fact, she can not come back at all, because she knows that he will not really die, and she also knows that he completely understands her not going back.
But he said it and she came back.
They all did the most inappropriate things at the most inappropriate times.
Now that this is done, what next?
And then he wanted a hug?
Miss Jun looked at Fang Chengyu, smiled slightly, stepped in front of him, and reached out to hug him.
Fang Chengyu was already taller than her, so she could only hold his waist. He couldn't lean on her shoulders like a child, but it was more appropriate for her to rest her head on his shoulder.
Looking at the two people embracing each other on the hillside, shopkeeper Gao, who was standing not far away, looked away, but Fang Yuxiu still looked at it seriously.
"How stupid," she commented.
I can obviously ask for this hug at a more suitable time in the future.
You have to do such a meaningless thing at such a time.
"However." Fang Yuxiu looked away and smiled slightly, "If you are too smart and care too much about meaning, life will be really boring."
She turned around and walked slowly, stepping on the thick paper money scattered on the floor.
From this point of view, life is still very interesting, which is why we must live desperately no matter how hard it is.
Because, it's worth it.
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(I released it as soon as I wrote it. It’s getting closer and closer to the end, and I don’t pay attention to the meaning and rules anymore. Suddenly I feel reluctant to leave you, and I want you to kiss and hug me...) (To be continued)