The news of Fang Yixing's death in battle reached Yanziwu, and everyone was shocked.
Fang Yan returned to the village holding Fang Yixing's body with his legs, and the red-lacquered doors of one house after another pushed open against the wind and snow.
"Not a man at all." A hunky-backed middle-aged man sighed. "There was a quarrel."
"They all say that his actions are not like those of our Yanziwu men, but that's not the case - in what way is he not like our Yanziwu men? He is just like our Yanziwu men. What he has done is not like our Yanziwu men. Every old and young man in Wuwu can do it-----" an elderly woman praised.
"If a red-haired man gives a black-haired man a favor, that old dog Fang Huwei is pitiful..." The red-haired old man with his legs in the sleeve cage shook his head and sighed.
"Hangzhi did not die in battle, otherwise he could carve a stone to remember his merits and write his name on the stone tablet at the entrance of the village -" said the young man who was still young.
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How do the villagers of Yanziwu, Bugang, view Fang Yixing's death in battle? However, wherever Fang Yan passes, huge red flags for evocations are raised in the yards of houses one after another.
Above the tallest tree in front of or behind each house, long red cloths with spiritual charms painted on them rise.
There is a line of big characters on the red cloth: Dongji Taiyi Zhenren ordered the golden boy and beautiful girl to lead the exam and advance to the immortal world early.
The red cloth unfolded in the wind, making a rustling sound blown by the cold wind.
Finally, the whole village was hung with soul-calling flags.
Not long after this phenomenon appeared, the sword god Chiba Hōbu from the East died in battle. The villagers of Yanziwu felt his loyalty and spontaneously hung up red flags to call for his soul. This is a great honor for the villagers of Yanziwu.
Fang Yan's expression was numb and stiff. The leg was no longer his own leg, and the foot was no longer his own foot. Your face is not your own face, and your heart is not your own heart. Every step he took was like a machine in motion, without any emotion.
Behind him, one red flag after another slowly rose.
In front of him, many relatives of the Fang family lined up to greet him.
Mr. Fang Huwei, who was at the front of the queue, clutched the handle of his wheelchair tightly with his legs. He rubbed off several pieces of old paint due to the excessive force. He didn't dare to look at his son's body in Fang Yan's arms. His eyes were red with turbid tears. His voice was hoarse and heroic, and he shouted: "A good man died on the battlefield. He never retreated or evaded according to his will. He died a heroic death." banner."
The eldest aunt Fang Yixin and the second aunt Fang Yiling cried uncontrollably. Lu Wan had already fainted from crying after getting the news. Now I'm collapsed on the bed and can't stand up.
A group of men including eldest uncle Fang Hao and second uncle Zhao Chengcheng ran over and took Fang Yixing's body from Fang Yan's legs. Then he ran towards the coffin that had been set up in the back room. According to the rules of Yanziwu, the deceased needs to be visited and remembered by relatives for three days before the coffin is sealed and buried.
Fang Yan felt like he had lost his soul. He had no tears, no sadness, and couldn't even say a complete sentence. Passed by his grandfather Fang Huwei, passed in front of the crying female relatives, passed by the door of his mother's room, and then came to the mourning hall and knelt down in front of the coffin.
Some people burned incense, some fired off cannons, and some burned paper money.
Some cried, some howled, and many mourned.
Some people knelt and walked beside Fang Yan, some encouraged Fang Yan to drink water and eat, and some said that Fang Yan should be sad and accept the change.
Fang Yan had long lost his consciousness of himself, and his consciousness entered another world.
He automatically rejected and rejected everything in the world in front of him. In the world he was in, there were him and Lu Wanfang Yixing, a family of three.
There is a scene where Fang Yixing buys him his first bicycle when he is a child and he cheers for joy, there is a scene where Fang Yixing corrects his mistakes in writing Tang poetry and Song lyrics, there is also a scene where Fang Yixing slaps Fang Yan with a whip because he is lazy in practicing. ---
He is erudite, has a strong memory, and is a first-class clumsy person. Mr. Chen Daoming, a famous master of calligraphy and painting, once said that he is qualified to be a university professor at Shuimu University and Yenching University, two nationally renowned universities.
But no, he has never been good at expressing his emotions.
He scolded his son when he made mistakes, and every time he cared about him, he asked for it in the name of "my mother said".
He thinks his wife is polite, doesn't have a diamond ring or a rose, and has never said he was cruel to me.
But no, is he protecting them with all his heart and soul
With all his and all his might.
Please be stronger every time you hug each other, because it is possible to say goodbye forever.
Every wish must be fulfilled as soon as possible, because there is no future.
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Ye Daoling is back.
He took half a day out of Fan Qu's official duties and brought his daughter Ye Zi to pay homage to Fang Yixing.
After offering incense in front of Fang Yixing's spiritual amulet, he glanced at Fang Yan who was kneeling on the ground, sighed softly, pulled his daughter's legs and left.
Ye Daoxian came, bringing his son Ye Fengsheng with him. Ye Daoxian was incense, and Ye Fengsheng neatly knelt down in front of the memorial tablet and kowtowed three times. His head was broken and bleeding, and he was crying like Fang Yan, who was very miserable.
Ye Daowen also came, whether he came with his wife or not. Ye Daowen came to offer incense in front of the coffin, while his wife went to the back room to comfort Lu Wan, who had been lying in bed for two days.
The old lady from the Li family is here, and the old man from the Zhang family is here. The old lady from the Ruan family also came.
Sir is here.
The husband went to visit Mr. Fang Huwei and then left.
Ye Wenrou is here.
Ye Wenrou knelt down when he arrived. She knelt and walked beside Fang Yan without saying a word, her face wrapped in coolness.
Summer is coming.
Jiang Qin and Yuan Lin also came after getting the news.
Qin Yitian is also here.
Qin Yitian knelt and walked on the other side of Fang Yan without saying a word to him or smiling once. The people she brought came and went to help deal with Fang Yixing's funeral, just like whether she was wronging her own family.
Hong Xiu also came.
Hong Xiu placed three incense sticks in front of Fang Yixing's spiritual tablet, and then stood in front of Fang Yan. He looked at Fang Yan and said, "Sad?"
Fang Yan shouldn't. He couldn't hear what they were saying, and he didn't want to hear what they were saying.
The person he wanted to shut up about the most was now lying in that small wooden box. What did other people say have anything to do with him
"When he passed by, he was already dead." Hong Xiu said in a calm voice. "But no, he couldn't swallow the last breath, and he didn't want to use all his strength at the end - whether he wanted to chop him. Or whether he wanted to stab him out - I didn't see it He had a satisfied look on his face.”
"Want to do something for his son, that is not his only wish. He did it, so he left with peace of mind. He has ten thousand reluctances and will not have the slightest regret. He wants to be a good father, and he is indeed a good father. "
Hong Xiu glanced at Ye Wenrou and Qin Yitian who were kneeling on both sides of Fang Yan, then turned and walked towards the back room of Fang's house.
Lu Wan's house was crowded with people. Fang Yan's three aunts and some women with whom they were close in Yanziwu all gathered together. They talked about some family issues, comforted Lu Wan and asked her to think more openly, so as to prevent her from being distracted and leaving. extreme.
Hong Xiu stood at the door of the house and knocked on the door but did not enter the house.
Lu Wan had not eaten or drank for two days in a row and was extremely exhausted. The cheeks are thin and the eye sockets are sunken.
Seeing Hong Xiu appear in front of her, Lu Wan immediately jumped up from the bed.
She ran to Hong Xiu, squeezed his legs and arms, and asked urgently: "Hong Xiu, when Yixing left, was I the only one who stayed with him? I told him that he had Didn’t he suffer? Did he have any regrets when he left? Did he ask me to take any words with me-----"
Not only did Lu Wan care about this issue, but the three sisters of the Fang family and other women also gathered around.
They wanted to know the initial situation of Fang Yixing during his lifetime, and they hoped that he would leave without any pain or regret.
Since he cannot live well, I hope he can leave well.
Hong Xiu's expression was calm, his voice was gentle, and he said politely and elegantly: "Aunt Lu, Uncle Fang passed away peacefully and left Dong with no regrets. He said that he was wrong. Fang Yan was very relieved and proud of having such a son."
Lu Wan's eyes became moist, and tears welled up in her eyes. She said in a sad voice: "Yixing has never said it, but he doesn't know that he has always been proud of his son-----He always wants to I called my son, but I didn’t know what to say to him. Every time he dialed the phone, I asked him to pick up the phone-----He listened furtively, as if he was talking to my son on the phone. -----"
Since you have promised something, you must do it.
Therefore, even though he thought it was cruel, Hong Xiu still said to Lu Wan truthfully: "Uncle Fang asked him to bring me a message -----"
"What words should I bring? What words did he ask me to bring?"
"He said -----" Hong Xiu said with a respectful expression and a serious voice: "He regretted that he couldn't say that to me in person, and he said he couldn't say it in front of me ----- He was afraid that if he didn’t speak out at that time, he would never get another chance.”
Hong Xiu looked at Lu Wan and said softly, "He said he was cruel to me."
"Wow------"
Lu Wan burst into tears and cried until she fainted.
After three days of resting in the coffin, Fang Yixing will be asked to be laid to rest.
Fang Yan wore sackcloth and mourning, and walked at the front of the farewell procession with a mourning staff.
Fang Yingying, Fang Haohan, Ye Fengsheng, Li Xiaotian and a group of friends who had never left Yanziwu followed closely to carry the flags.
According to the rules, girls such as Ye Wenrou and Qin Yitian only need to wear short filial piety on their heads. But the two insisted on choosing the same filial piety as Fang Yan, which embarrassed the old man in charge of funerals in the village for a long time. He discussed it with Mr. Fang Huwei for a long time before agreeing.
When Fang Yan threw the first handful of dust to the east, the men who had been waiting nearby shoveled the dirt with shovels and threw it into the tomb. Wang Dong's grave was dug behind Fang Yixing, and the two brothers were together in life and death.
Soon, the pit was filled, the coffin was covered, and life and death were never seen again.
The old man in the village swayed the spiritual water with willow branches and shouted in a long and sad tone: "Come back -----"
"Come back------"
"Come back------"
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It took eight years to write the book, and we followed it for eight years. That's not his honor.
I used to write funny plots, but now I write delicate emotions. That's not his persistence.
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