Three days later, Fang Wenqi died.

When the old man left, he smiled and walked peacefully, just like he was asleep. He closed his eyes and had a smile on his lips.

After the farewell performance, Fang Wenqi did not go to the hospital, nor did he want to go to the hospital. In the last few days of his life, he just wanted to stay at home and stay with his disciples.

He Xiangdong also asked his apprentices to come back. Xiang Wenshe's performance during this period was left to others to take charge of it. Their own family specially accompanied the old man and walked the last journey of his life.

In the last few days, the old man lived a comfortable life, and there was always a smile on his face, as if he wanted to finish laughing all the time he hadn't laughed enough in these years.

The old man walked on a recliner, bathed in the warm winter sun, walking very warmly.

Xiao He discovered it first because when he found out that he was taking the cake for his grandfather to eat, he couldn't wake up his grandfather.

Xiao He cried and told He Xiangdong that his grandfather was asleep.

He Xiangdong hugged Xiao He, tears streaming like rain: "Grandpa is asleep..."

Two days later, Fang Wenqi was buried in Tianling Cemetery.

He Xiangdong wore mourning clothes and gave his master the last journey.

On this day, many big players came to the Beijing crosstalk, folk art, Liyuan Tour, and literary and artistic circles, and they all came to see this respectable old man.

Fang Wenqi had no fame, no good popularity, and no recognition from the crosstalk world during his lifetime, but he was very glorious when he left, which was what he deserved.

The reporter media wanted to come for an interview, but was rejected by He Xiangdong. He Xiangdong refused any reporter's interview with the funeral. He didn't want to see these people, he just wanted to send his master away quietly.

The reporter did not take a photo of the funeral, but the news still spread. There were countless audiences from Xiangwen Club in Beijing.

On the day of the funeral, many spectators from Xiangwenshe came, and the road below Tianling Cemetery was already full of people.

They did not have no noise, no words, nor did they have the joy and impulse to see the stars. They just stood quietly by the roadside, sending away the old man they respected very much with their eyes and deep feelings.

After the funeral, He Xiangdong returned to Xiangwenshe, took out the tablet of his master Fang Wenqi, and placed it next to the statue of the ancestor. Next to the tablet was a photo of Fang Wenqi, a photo taken before Fang Wenqi passed away, and a photo with a smile.

In front of the tablet, three fragrant branches are lit, and there are also four seasons of fruits and melons.

He Xiangdong led a group of disciples to worship the master.

...

In Tianling Cemetery, Qian Guosheng got out of the car wearing mourning clothes, holding white flowers in his hand, and Secretary Tao followed him step by step.

When he arrived at Fang Wenqi's tomb, Qian Guosheng put down the white flower, reached out to wipe Fang Wenqi's photo above the tombstone, and sighed.

He sat on the ground regardless of the dirt, waved his hand, and Secretary Tao delivered the wine to Qian Guosheng.

Qian Guosheng took out two cups of Maotai in a small jar, poured two cups, drank one cup, and spread the ground.

He said: "Moutai made in three difficult years, the best Moutai in the world, can't be found now, and I only have half a jar left. Let's drink all this today."

As he said that, Qian Guosheng poured two more cups, one cup for each person. Seeing that there was wine and food on the grave, he said, "How can there be no food if there is wine?"

As he said that, Qian Guosheng tore off a chicken roast in front of the grave and a chicken neck. He put his legs in front of Fang Wenqi's grave and held the chicken neck in his hand.

Qian Guosheng looked at the master's photo and smiled out on his face: "In the past, our family was poor and had no food. When there was chicken, you always gave me your legs. You ate the chicken neck. You always said that the chicken neck tasted better and tasted better. Today you also have to let me taste this better one. You love me the most."

As he said that, Qian Guosheng stuffed the chicken's neck into his mouth, but only took a bite, and his tears fell.

"Forget it." Qian Guosheng took out his chicken neck, wiped his tears, and looked at the helplessness and sadness of his master.

There is no such thing as teachers and apprentices in life, father and son in life. If you don’t see each other for decades, seeing each other again is life and death.

Qian Guo was trembling and exhaling. He groped in his arms, took out a pair of jadezi, looked at Fang Wenqi's photo and said, "This pair of jadezi was given to me by you. If you talk about crosstalk, you must be able to sing the lyrics of Taiping. I can also sing it. Really, I will sing it to you."

"Da da da da da..."

Qian Guosheng held the jade in his hand and skillfully made a bunch of flower dots. His eyes returned to normal and sang: "The Zhuang Gong wandered around the west of the city. When he saw someone riding a horse, I rode a donkey. He turned around and saw a man pushing a cart. He was more than inferior to the top and inferior."

"When you make a wall, who is the ten poor and rich? Is it necessary to be full or your home-cooked meal, or to be warm or to have a few coarse cloth clothes? Don't go to the fireworks and willow alleys, some people know that the pain is a first wife. If you are in trouble, you will be able to help him, and if you are in urgent need, don't count him."

...

"The sky is treasured, the earth is a pond, and the fish in the world are mixed with water. The parents raise children and fish tied up with their children, and there are filial sons and virtuous grandsons raise fish in the water. Brothers should help with the fish, and sisters should help with the fish. You are going to give birth to a filial son, and you tell him to go east but he doesn't go west. You want to give birth to a disobedient son... you tell him to beat the dog and he goes to chase..."

"Oh..." Qian Guosheng put down the board, and he couldn't sing anymore, "I advise others, please advise others, please advise others. I have been persuading others for a lifetime, but I can't persuade myself."

"Huh..."

"Master."

Qian Guosheng's eyes were filled with tears, and his voice was already choked: "What I am most fortunate is that you picked up the me who lost my parents on the streets. I am just an orphan who fled. Not only do you not bother me, you also regard me as your own son. Teach me how to do things, raise me to grow up, and marry me."

"I have been blaming myself for so many years. I don't know if you are blaming me or not. You should be blamed or not. My junior brother He Xiangdong is also an orphan and wanders on the streets. You picked it up for him. It's so similar to me. Master, do you think of me?"

Qian Guosheng shed tears and cried. After a long time, his tears stopped and he said tremblingly: "Young man's mind, fame, wealth, ignorance, and self-righteousness. I thought I could help you, but I was indeed confused by fame and fortune. I was wrong, I was wrong. Guosheng was wrong... Master... Guosheng was wrong."

...

Secretary Tao could no longer bear to look at him and had already hid aside.

A breeze came out, blew up a few pieces of paper money on the ground, floated to Fang Wenqi's tombstone, and blew in front of Fang Wenqi's smiling photo.

The incense burning in front of the grave was also blown up, and a few wisps of thin smoke were blown on Qian Guosheng by the breeze, and on Qian Guosheng who was crying and regretting.
Chapter completed!