I was shamelessly betraying my father's interests on the balcony. Unexpectedly, my father came to the balcony to find us. It seemed that Ren Hongde had something to discuss with his sister, so he sent my father to call her.
In addition to people from the martial arts circle, another part of the guests were Ren Hongde's friends from the business circle. Somehow, their information was particularly well-informed. Even though Ren Hongde did not publicize the funeral for his father, they still came to express their condolences to Ren Hongde.
"Brother, why don't you go to another hospital for a checkup?"
We all agreed on the same statement to the outside world. We did not say that Mr. Ren died because of forced exercise, but only that he died from internal injuries left in his early years. Therefore, people in the Wushu Association expressed their opinions and speculated on which fight Mr. Ren died from.
The sun shines on everything, but my heart feels chilly. What kind of supernatural event is this! Even if Mr. Ren used any scheduled text messaging app, he still wouldn’t know exactly what day he would be cremated! You just sent me a text message an hour after the cremation. How did you do that
Because the death of Mr. Ren was related to me, I had not slept and rested well in the past two days, which caused the gums to become inflamed and red and swollen. After I got in the taxi, I felt that the toothache was unbearable, so I lay down on the back seat. , and then told the driver to go to the Second Crematorium of Dongshan City, but the wicked driver said to me:
Xiaoqin behaved very formally throughout the whole process, so normal that I almost didn’t recognize her.
Your sister! You are the one who gave up treatment and sent yourself to the crematorium to be burned!
It turned out that on the night of her grandfather's death, Xiaoqin received an email from her grandfather in advance, telling her that she must do this, otherwise she would not recognize her as his granddaughter.
Mr. Ren is a celebrity in the martial arts community in Dongshan City. The Wushu Association sent many representatives to express condolences and express their deep regret for the death of this elderly martial artist.
"Isn't that almost lost?" The middle-aged man with glasses spread his hands, "Ren Hongli and her daughter don't seem to be obsessed with martial arts. How can they have the leisure to study the secret books for so long? Mr. Ren is too stubborn. If Yin-Yang Sanshou can break the rule of not passing on surnames and develops for a few years, maybe it can compete with Tai Chi in terms of popularity. Now, except for people like us, who knows that there once was a kind of Yin-Yang Sanshou in the world? Kung fu?"
"You, an internet addict, should fly away!"
"Is it the root cause of the fight with the 'Living King of Hell' Deng Jiuling? I heard Mr. Ren tell me that time, it was said to be very dangerous! Deng Jiuling's Mantis Boxing has reached the advanced level. Although Mr. Ren won the fight, he lay down for half a It takes me a month to get out to work!"
Guests in the martial arts circle are mainly received by Aunt Ren. Aunt Ren is not particularly welcoming to middle-aged and old men because they often point fingers at Aunt Ren behind her back. When Auntie Ren won the world women's Sanda world championship, they said that Auntie Ren was not doing her job properly. Later, Auntie Ren became a martial arts instructor in the film industry. They also said that Auntie Ren had no respect for traditional martial arts, as if Auntie Ren could only act like her father everywhere. Only by fighting a life-and-death duel can one live up to one's family tradition.
Don't draw! At least don’t draw until your drawing skills have improved significantly! Recently you seem to have started uploading "Detective Li Ergou" which you have been drafting for a long time, right? There was another uproar on the Internet. Fans with brain-dead brains rushed to tell each other, shouting "Teacher Shuiqin is back in the world"! If you use Picasso's fruit style painting skills to draw Mr. Ren and Yin Yang Sanshou, it will be counterproductive and make everyone think that Yin Yang Sanshou is as much a joke as your cartoon!
The sender of this text message was clearly written as Mr. Ren, and the content was: "I'm not dead! I can still save him!!"
So on this day and the following days, the elders were busy preparing for the funeral of Mr. Ren. We juniors basically played the role of running errands, such as answering the phone and buying mineral water. We were left to do chores such as answering the phone and buying mineral water.
The skinny old man with gray hair recalled.
After their father passed away, the relationship between Aunt Ren and Ren Hongde was obviously closer, so a joke made by Ren Hongde caused such a big reaction from Aunt Ren.
"Don't worry, don't worry, I will take care of my health." Ren Hongde waved his hand and said, "My father is gone, so I have to live well to take care of my only sister..."
"No," the skinny old man waved his hand. "The Ren family's Yin Yang Sanshou has been passed down to the thirty-first generation. There should be two secret books that describe the key points of practice. But if you want to understand the true essence from the words, and It’s not that easy, if you’re unlucky, you’ll have to study for ten or twenty years!”
Speaking of which, after I helped Aunt Ren run errands to get a copy of the death certificate today, I took a taxi to the crematorium and was made fun of by the taxi driver on the way.
"You're not allowed to say that!" Aunt Ren looked at her brother very angrily and said, "Dad, he is old and irresponsible. He left whenever he wanted... Do you want to leave me too?"
Ren Hongde looked at the burning wreath at the place of worship and nodded slightly, but heard his son Ren Peng clasping his palms next to him and praying:
In accordance with Mr. Ren's will, his funeral was not extravagant at all. He only held a simple farewell ceremony with only family members in attendance. His body was cremated and buried in a cemetery in the outer suburbs of Dongshan City, which is not too far from Cuisong Mountain. .
"I heard that Ren Hongli's daughter is a prodigy in martial arts, but she didn't learn Yin-Yang Sanshou. Mr. Ren seems to have mentioned that Ren Hongli himself didn't learn Yin-Yang Sanshou. Doesn't that mean that he will only learn Yin-Yang Sanshou in the future? Can it be passed down incompletely?"
"In the final analysis, Mantis Boxing pays more attention to external skills, and it may not leave Mr. Ren with such serious internal injuries," another middle-aged man wearing glasses said seriously, "I think it was the fight with Baji Boxing boy Liu Hai. That’s right. It’s said that Mr. Ren had many fights with people before liberation. There were many cases where he signed life and death documents, and he also killed many people... "
The speaker is unintentional, but the listener is intentional. I thought to myself: "Mr. Ren just didn't want to be weighed down by Tai Chi and let Yin Yang San Shou bear the hat of a copycat Tai Chi. That's why he went against the group training and taught Yin Yang San Shou completely. He gave it to me and made me the thirty-second generation descendant of Yin Yang San Shou. In order to live up to the hope of Mr. Ren, I must redouble my efforts and make the name of Yin Yang San Shou resound throughout the country and even into China during my lifetime. Go abroad and go to the world! Anyway, we can’t be thrown away so far by Tai Chi!”
There used to be some people in the martial arts who aimed to be "the strongest". Their lifestyles and rules of life were very different from ordinary people. There were endless incidents of fighting to the death just to compete. In today's society ruled by law, It is no longer possible to recreate that bloody spectacle.
If Aunt Ren asked me to call her mom at this time, I would agree without saying anything, but Aunt Ren just smiled bitterly in understanding, and then said:
I stiffened up in shock and doubt, but Xiaoqin not far away let out a snort, smiled bitterly with tears in her eyes, and said, "Grandpa is too naughty. He insists that I use his mobile phone card to give to classmate Ye Lin at this time." Send a text message to scare classmate Ye Lin... How could I have such a naughty grandpa!"
Although he didn't say it out loud, this expression appeared on Ren Hongde's face, and then he slapped Ren Peng hard on the back of the head.
The driver dared to joke with me, which proved that my face was no longer as ferocious as before. Although he later saw my face in the rearview mirror, which had become more ferocious due to toothache, and was a little worried that he would be robbed, I acted as usual when I got out of the car. Giving him the fare made him feel as happy as picking up money.
Knowing that Xiaoqin's grandfather passed away, the classmates expressed their condolences one after another. However, because the farewell ceremony was small and limited to family members, neither Pooh nor the monitor could be present.
"It's okay!" I patted my chest and said to Aunt Ren, "My dad won't have any objections! He is just an M! The more you bully him, Aunt Ren, maybe the happier he will be!"
Alas, Mr. Ren, have a good trip! Such a naughty old man made the memorial service not serious at all!
These people only knew that I was the child of Aunt Ren's remarriage partner, and they did not avoid me when talking about these things.
Damn it! Mr. Ren, where did you send the text message from? The underworld? Even if you are really not dead, you should have texted me an hour earlier! Now that I have your ashes back, you actually tell me that you are not dead!
At this time, like her cousin Ren Peng, she clasped her palms together and prayed: "Grandpa, please protect our whole family with your spirit in heaven. I will draw a cartoon of your heroic deeds of killing to commemorate..."
"Be nice to me when you worship!"
At this time, Xiaoqin received a text message. I guess it was from a classmate, or it might have been from Amy or Pentheus. Pentheus was very sorry for the death of Mr. Ren, a senior in the martial arts world, and hoped that he would be in heaven in the future. If we are lucky enough to meet each other, we can compete with each other in their prime.
"Grandpa, your spirit in heaven has blessed me with good luck in every game. I have a super-powerful hand and so many critical hits that I can fly..."
On the wreath presented by Aunt Ren, my father wrote an elegiac couplet in his own calligraphy, highly praising Mr. Ren's strong life and brilliant literary talent. Ren Hongde nodded to express his relief and joked: "When I die, it will be up to you." Be responsible for writing elegiac couplets."
I felt angry, but I didn’t argue with the driver. After all, I had a copy of Mr. Ren’s death certificate and business was more important.
"It's good that you know!" Aunt Ren scolded with a bitter but sweet smile, "Fortunately you don't know martial arts, I don't have to worry about you following dad's old path, but you also need to give me a little exercise, okay? You've been feeling quite chubby lately. Out… "
Xiaoqin walked aside and quietly replied to the text message, but the phone in my pocket also vibrated. I took out the phone and looked at the screen, and I almost peeed in shock.
"Ye Lin, I know you want to comfort me now, but since Xiaoqin has never changed her name and just calls me 'Uncle Ye, Uncle Ye' all day long, you should still call me Aunt Ren as before, otherwise you will treat Yuanfeng... right Your father is not being fair."