Tang Ning took a nap.
When he woke up the next day, Ji Lianyun brought breakfast to his bedside. When Tang Ning was still half-conscious, he helped him wipe his face, rinse his mouth, and fed him naturally.
Ji Lianyun was very familiar with this process and enjoyed it. Tang Ning, who was half asleep, thought he was dreaming at first because he had had similar dreams before. He dreamed that Ji Lianyun took care of him for the whole day and there were two Ji Lianyuns in the dream.
What do you mean by two mouths
Thinking of this, Tang Ning suddenly came to his senses.
The spoon touched his lips, and Ji Lianyun's voice was low and gentle, and he said in a gentle and persuasive way: "Come on, open your mouth."
Tang Ning wanted to say no, but as soon as he opened his mouth, the spoon was pushed in. The warm liquid filled his mouth. It was sweet and soft hot porridge, very delicious.
"You will have a hard time today." Ji Lianyun said softly, "Three days are the days of mourning, and you will need to receive many guests."
Condolences
In the present world, when relatives and friends come to pay their respects to the deceased, it is called condolences. But this is a game copy, will the dead be mixed in with the people who come to pay their respects
"Boom! Boom!" The dull sound of drums came from not far away, breaking the tranquility of the early morning. Tang Ning's eyelashes trembled twice along with the sound of the drums, and her dazed gaze fell on Ji Lianyun's face outside the window when it was not yet fully bright.
Without saying anything, Ji Lianyun understood his confusion.
"This is the death drum. Mourners must strike it twice before entering the mourning hall." Ji Lianyun scooped another mouthful, "Hurry up and finish your porridge. Many people will come today, and as the eldest grandson, you cannot be absent."
Tang Ning quickly ate while picking up her fully charged phone. The group chat was filled with chat records from other players. No one was injured last night. Han Ankang checked Tang Ning and asked her whether Ji Lianyun was a ghost or a human now.
Tangning quickly replied, "I think he is a human."
Han Ankang replied almost immediately: "Are you sure?"
Tang Ning suddenly felt unsure again.
Especially when he saw Han Ankang say, "When Ji Lianyun rescued you last night, he was walking on tiptoes."
Tang Ning's scalp went numb at that moment. He looked up at Ji Lianyun in panic and even forgot to swallow the porridge in his mouth.
"What's wrong?" Ji Lianyun asked softly.
For a moment, Tang Ning couldn't really tell whether this was Ji Lianyun or the ghost groom. The ghost groom could pretend to be Ji Lianyun, but Ji Lianyun should not be able to pretend to be the ghost groom.
If the current Ji Lianyun is the real Ji Lianyun, then what he said should also be true. Ji Lianyun married him because the fortune teller said he would not die of illness, and because Ji Lianyun fell in love with him at first sight.
This is why Ji Lianyun wants to get him.
What about the ghost groom
Why does the ghost groom want to get him
He seemed to be often weak in this copy, especially when he came into contact with Ji Lianyun. He felt so weak that it was as if his energy had been drained away, a bit like the way ghosts sucked away his yang energy in folk tales.
Did the ghost groom want him for his yang energy
However, one day when Ji Lianyun was massaging his feet, he seemed very weak.
Was this weakness caused by drowsiness from foot bathing, or was it caused by the ghosts sucking away the yang energy? If it was the same, then was Ji Lianyun not a human either
"What are you thinking about?" Ji Lianyun reached out and touched Tangning's frowning brows. "Tell me anything that's bothering you. Maybe I can help you out."
He was so considerate and gentle that people couldn't help but feel close to him. It reminded Tangning of Mo Yunchu in the past. Mo Yunchu's behavior was also so strange that Tangning couldn't figure it out.
Tangning looked at Ji Lianyun seriously, "Will you lie to me?"
"How could I lie to you?" Ji Lianyun asked.
He spoke like he really meant it.
But even if he was lying, Tangning would not come out.
Tangning took Ji Lianyun's hand and placed it on his left chest. He looked at the slightly confused Ji Lianyun timidly, "If you lie to me, my heart will be hurt."
The fingertips on the chest trembled.
There was no change in Ji Lianyun's expression. Or maybe there was, but Tangning couldn't tell. Tangning didn't want to guess anymore. He asked pleadingly, "Ji Lianyun, why did you walk on tiptoes last night?"
Bang. Bang. Bang.
The beating of her little heart vibrated through her skin and touched Ji Lianyun's fingertips. Ji Lianyun lowered her eyes and looked at Tangning, "I don't know either."
"When I opened my eyes, I only saw you. I wanted to get closer to see you. Although I was conscious, I was—" Ji Lianyun paused and explained in detail: "It's like when a person is dreaming, what they do in their dreams will be slightly different from what they do in reality. I was in this state at the time."
"Until the moment I rescued you, I felt like I had just woken up from a dream."
is that so
Tang Ning and Ji Lianyun's eyes met. The sound of drums began to beat again, and new people came to pay their respects.
Tang Ning let go of Ji Lianyun's hand and finished the remaining half bowl of porridge. When Ji Lianyun squatted down to help him put on his shoes, Tang Ning picked up his phone and posted what Ji Lianyun had told him to the group.
Han Ankang: "If what Ji Lianyun said is true, then the one who saved you at that time was most likely the ghost groom."
Lin Yun: "We need to figure out who is more intimidating to ghosts as soon as possible, because we are going to try a funeral tomorrow, and the funeral is the biggest crisis in this instance."
Tang Ning put down his phone and walked out of the house with Ji Lianyun. He saw many people walking around the door of the mourning hall. Some of the NPCs looked familiar to Tang Ning. Some were the villagers who helped Tang Hengxian and Han Yunian set up the mourning hall when they were hanged. There were also a few
Eh? Isn't this a villager from Jijia Village
They beat the funeral drum in an orderly manner, and their behavior was no different from that of other mourners. They were even more polite, and they held pig heads and geese as sacrifices in their hands.
Tang Ning found it a little strange.
Because there were no live livestock in Jijia Village a long time ago.
These look like freshly slaughtered pig heads and goose heads. Could they have been bought in their village
Tang Ning watched as this group of people walked into the mourning hall. As soon as they entered, they stood in front of the coffin like the other guests and looked at Grandpa Tang's remains. It seemed that they really just came to pay their respects.
Sad cries were heard in the mourning hall. This was the custom of the village. Everyone had to cry the day before the funeral. After crying, they were not allowed to cry again on the day of the funeral.
In the entire funeral hall, the mourning guests were crying, the players were crying too, and the one who should cry the most was Tang Ning.
He is Tang Xianheng's only grandson, and he cannot be absent under such circumstances.
Tang Ning walked into the mourning hall under the urging gazes of other players. The cushion in the center of the hall was left empty for him. Tang Ning walked to the cushion and knelt down.
Ji Lianyun was also in the mourning hall, but he did not kneel beside Tang Ning. This was Tang Ning's request because the incense burned out very quickly when he knelt yesterday, but there was no incense today. If Ji Lianyun's kneeling brought any negative impact again, the players would have to bear it.
So to be on the safe side, Ji Lianyun stood on Tang Ning's side like the other guests who came to pay their respects.
The sound of sobbing rose and fell continuously throughout the mourning hall, from men and women, young and old. Tang Ning was usually the one who cried the most, but his crying was usually silent and he rarely cried loudly. He also couldn't cry without breaking down emotionally. If he had this ability, his acting skills wouldn't have been criticized.
He felt strongly that he was being watched from behind, as if the standing guests were looking at him, as if wondering why he wasn't crying yet.
Tang Ning looked at the old man's portrait on the altar. He bit his tongue and burst into tears due to the pain. His faint cry blended into the whole mourning sound like a drop of water gathering into the sea.
But perhaps because Tang Ning cried too quietly, the tingling feeling on her back still lingered.
Tang Ning tried to cry louder. He tried to think of sad things, but found that there was no need to think about them. There were sad things everywhere. It was easy to indulge in sadness. He cried louder and louder. It is said that the more filial a person is, the louder they cry. Tang Ning was crying very hard. He didn't know how long it had been. It seemed that his tears were about to run dry and his voice was about to become hoarse. The room was still echoing with the deafening cries of other guests.
Tangning paused. It wasn't because he was tired of crying, but because he suddenly realized -
People always have breath in their body. No matter how large their lung capacity is, they cannot cry forever without breathing or stopping.
However, at that moment, there was indeed a guest who was crying non-stop, crying loudly and mournfully, as if he had endless sorrow to cry out. Even though Tang Ning was kneeling with his back to the crowd, he could still tell from which direction the crying was coming.
It should be the people from Jijia Village who were crying loudly.
Do they have a deep relationship with Tang Xianheng? Is that why they cried so heartbreakingly? Or is it
A chill seemed to creep up Tang Ning's back along with the never-ending crying. Tang Ning knelt on the mat with his whole body tense. The crying in his ears was so loud, so sad, and so strange.
Tang Ning cautiously tilted his head. His movement was not obvious. He did not twist his head much, but his eyes were desperately looking in the direction. It was very difficult to look at people like this. He had to turn his eyes to the extreme to barely catch a glimpse of the person's face.
With her vision blurred by tears, Tangning tried hard to see the other person's face clearly. It was a villager from Jijia Village. He was looking straight at the portrait on the memorial table with a somewhat sad expression on his face. His mouth was closed and he didn't cry.
This is not the person crying.
Tang Ning's tense body relaxed a little. After all, the fact that there was nothing wrong with the person so close to him made Tang Ning feel a little safer.
So, is it this person in human form who is crying
Tang Ning turned his head slightly again, wanting to see what the group of people standing beside Ji Jiacun looked like, but he knew he probably wouldn't be able to see them, after all, he was kneeling, and those people were standing high and hidden behind the guests in front.
Just as Tang Ning was thinking this, he was face to face with a crying head.
The man's head is at the same level as he is kneeling.
It wasn't because the other person was also kneeling on the mat like Tang Ning.
But it’s because this crying head is held in someone’s hand!
Tangning's eyes suddenly widened. The head suddenly stopped crying as he stared at it. Instead, it put on a strange smile and asked Tangning, "Why aren't you crying anymore?"