"Whether you want these things or not, you must always leave a certificate and sign on them, so as not to embarrass an old blind man like me in the future."

Zhang Yi took the paper, and the handwriting on it was all written with a brush, and the handwriting was neat and elegant.

It probably means that he has received the relic and cannot continue to struggle with this matter in the future.

"Don't mention it. If there is no accident, I will never return to L city in my life."

"Who can be sure about the incomplete guarantee? If you don't sign, I won't feel at ease."

"Okay."

Zhang Yi nodded, picked up the pen on the table, wrote his name on it, put the pen down and turned around to leave.

"jingle……"

Hearing the sound of the door closing, Uncle Zeng played with the piece of paper signed with Zhang Yi's name in his hand, stood up, and opened the curtain behind him.

Behind the curtain, I saw an offering table with a shrine on it.

He took out a long incense stick from the altar table, lit it and inserted it into the incense burner. He looked at the photo of the man enshrined in the shrine.

"You are so ugly, but your son is quite handsome. Hey, I'm afraid your wife didn't borrow the seed behind your back."

"Just kidding, as long as it's your son. If you die and your son takes over, I won't believe it. I can't find that thing."

As he spoke, he took out a black book from the box containing the relics and placed it on the altar table.

With a shake of his hand, the piece of paper signed with Zhang Yi's name floated up, and the ink on it dissolved and twisted, surrounding the signature left by Zhang Yi, entangled together to form a strange curse pattern.

The curse lines flowed down like ink, pouring on the black book...

On the street, Zhang Yi walks briskly. From time to time, you can see some pedestrians wearing Tang costumes and Hanfu taking photos. There are antique stores everywhere on the street. With the antique buildings of L City as the background, it doesn't seem out of place.

feel.

"Zhang Yi!!"

A car drove past Zhang Yi and stopped. After the car window was lowered, a man wearing a mourning cloth on his head stuck out his head and waved to him.

How come we met here?

"Click!"

Wang Bin got out of the car and walked over excitedly: "I thought I saw the wrong person just now. I didn't expect it was really you. I didn't expect you to come over. Thank you, thank you."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Yi knew that the other party had misunderstood, but he did not explain. He just followed Wang Bin's words and said: "I was about to rush over when I met you. I'm sorry."

"Wang Bin."

A woman in the car stuck her head out of the car window.

Zhang Yi had the impression that he had met the woman once, and knowing that she was Wang Bin's mother, he took the initiative to say, "Auntie, my condolences."

Wang Bin's mother nodded numbly: "Get in the car and go together."

"good!"

We took a car to the funeral home with Wang Bin.

"Xiaopeng, thank you."

Wang Bin actually wanted to talk to Zhang Yi, but he didn't know how to speak.

"Let's talk about it after today." Zhang Yi patted him on the shoulder.

"He got lung cancer from smoking, and you still burn cigarettes for him!"

The two walked to the paper burning stove. Wang Bin's mother snatched the cigarette from her youngest son's hand, tore it into pieces and threw it into the trash can.

Upon seeing this, Wang Bin quickly helped his mother to leave.

After the younger son saw his mother leaving, he quietly took out a plastic bag from the bushes nearby. It was full of cigarettes tied with paper, one by one from the Great China.

Zhang Yi walked past him and watched the cigarettes being thrown into the fire one after another. He suddenly remembered the old man smoking without a fire today: "Don't just burn cigarettes, remember to burn two lighters."

The younger son was stunned and nodded thoughtfully.

There were many guests coming to the funeral, but not everyone had sadness on their faces.

Zhang Yi was caught in the crowd, and from time to time he could hear the parents discussing nepotism around him. Several elderly people were also in the crowd, looking sad.

"Last time we agreed to go to Suzhou and listen to the authentic Xiaoxiang Yeyu."

"Now that Lao Wang is gone, there will be less opportunities for us old guys to get together and perform operas again."

"Humph, he left faster than me. Only old friends like us are left. Whoever survives to the end will have no one to send him to."

"Fuck you, Crow Mouth!"

At this time, a burst of mournful music sounded from the loudspeaker, drowning out the gossip in my ears.

"Dong dong..."

At this time, the emcee walked onto the stage and patted the microphone in his hand. While checking the microphone, he also reminded everyone that the farewell ceremony had begun.

The solemn mourning music, together with the eulogy of the emcee, caused bursts of crying from the crowd from time to time.

Silence, the ceremony is over.

Zhang Yi lined up with the crowd and walked into the mourning hall to complete the last journey of bidding farewell to the body.

The suona sound that used to be harsh in the past sounded different today.

As soon as I entered the mourning hall, I heard the displeased voice of the aunt behind me: "Damn it, why is there such a strong smell of cigarette smoke? Who is smoking in this place?"

Zhang Yi raised his nose, and there was indeed a smell of tobacco, but it was not as exaggerated as the other party said. As the team moved forward, Zhang Yi looked up and saw the photos hanging in the hall.

In the black and white photo frame, an old man smiles kindly.

Zhang Yi's face suddenly turned ugly. He turned his neck stiffly and looked at the crystal coffin.

The familiarity with the gown prevented him from looking up, and he stared straight at the hands flat on his chest.

The pink Walkman was held in his left hand, and the index and middle fingers of his right hand were slightly flexed, making a gesture of holding a cigarette.

The suona in the mourning music was getting louder and louder, but the old man's voice came to Zhang Yi's mind.

"Listen to music and smoke, listen to my own sad music, I also want to smoke a cigarette..."
Chapter completed!