Funeral customization, let you have a mysterious past

Chapter 98

There was a jeep on the small road in the distance, followed by several trucks carrying tents.

I don’t know what it is used for, but it looks a bit like a special circus vehicle in the past.

"What are you looking at? This time, it's not aimed at us. Why do children interrupt when adults talk?" a relative who was talking to Xiao Zhang complained.

However, as soon as his words fell, the jeep turned from the fork in the road and drove straight towards the funeral site.

"What's going on? Xiao Zhang, is this the singing troupe you invited?" The elder who was about to continue talking with Xiao Zhang looked over and asked in surprise.

"No, I don't have any extra money to pay for this right now. I don't even have money to see a doctor for my son!" Xiao Zhang looked at the oncoming jeep and scratched the back of his head.

After hearing Xiao Zhang's words, everyone began to be puzzled.

At the funeral scene, curious comments kept popping up on the cell phone screen of the little anchor, praising the anchor’s conscience. He was very funny!
After they saw the group of people who claimed to be subordinates of the Dragon King Palace retreating, they thought the drama was over and wanted to exit the live broadcast room without hesitation.

Looking at everyone's puzzled looks, Lin Lan also showed doubts this time, but his doubts were not due to accidents, but because he was curious about what kind of songs the singers invited by the system would sing.
After the jeep stopped, a pair of middle-aged men who looked somewhat similar stepped down from it.

The pair of men walked to the funeral, wiped away tears, and walked towards Lao Zhang's coffin.

Xiao Zhang and a group of relatives were dumbfounded. They clearly didn't know these two people. Judging from the sad and tearful expression, could they be relatives who came from afar?

"Are you two old friends of my father?" Xiao Zhang asked curiously.

The two middle-aged men quickly shook their heads.

Xiao Zhang was surprised, since the two of you don't know my father, what are you doing at the funeral?
We don't have your place here.

"The two of us are actually a pair of singers. We just created a tune and were going to perform somewhere. Passing by here, my emotions were just touched, and I thought of a good theme. Next, I want to present the song live. Thank you Thank you for everything." One of the brothers said sincerely, covering his chest.

When Xiao Zhang heard this, he felt so emotional!
Originally, according to the custom of the village, some singers or performers of singing and dancing were to be invited to the funeral, but I was really embarrassed recently, so I didn't make it.

Although there were hundreds of people mourning and seeing off his father just now, which made himself and his late father feel very honorable, but he always felt that something was missing, and now Xiao Zhang knew what was missing.

But he was a little worried. Could the two singer brothers sing a mourning song suitable for the funeral scene? It seems that there are not that many songs suitable for singing at funerals, right?
"Are these brothers literary workers? They actually want to sing, Xiao Zhang, are you going to hold a funeral for your father?" One of Xiao Zhang's relatives asked curiously.

Xiao Zhang shook his head and said, "I didn't invite you here. Didn't you hear it just now? They said that they stopped by temporarily and offered to sing a song for our funeral for free."

Everyone waited and watched the pair of brothers who claimed to be singers. Lin Lan was also looking forward to it. At the same time, she wondered whether she would be beaten if she didn't sing well.

The brothers took down the stereo and microphone from the jeep, and after adjusting the equipment, a long and somewhat euphemistic tune suddenly sounded.

When everyone listened to this tune, their eyes lit up. How should I put it, the prelude of this tune is both euphemistic and full of warmth.

Could it be that what the singers are going to sing next is a love-themed song. It's not appropriate to sing this kind of song at a funeral, right?

Besides, Lao Zhang's daughter-in-law has been dead for 30 to [-] years, aren't you stimulating the dead?
"I always ask you for money, but I never say thank you. It wasn't until I grew up that I realized that it was not easy for you. Every time I left, I always pretended to be relaxed, smiled and said go back, and turned around with tears in my eyes..."

Everyone was stunned when they heard the lyrics sung in a clear voice. Although they didn't understand, they also knew that this song was really great.

And the meaning of singing is related to family affection, as if it is singing the praises of fatherly love?
This is too in line with Xiao Zhang's emotions, I hope he will not be too sad.

"But you're not by my side, let Qingfeng take you to Ankang time, let's slow down time, don't let you grow old again, I am willing to use everything I have in exchange for your long life..."

When the song reached here, the live broadcast room of the little anchor at the funeral was already boiling.

"Oh my God! What kind of song is this? It's so touching and beautiful. Why have I never heard it before!"

"Yeah? It seems to be praising your father?"

"666, the host has spent a lot of money. I'm afraid this song is not the first time it has come out?"

The little anchor who was holding the mobile phone at the funeral was already stunned, his arms were already stiff, because he often likes to listen to songs in his spare time, he also thinks this song is so awesome, it has the kind of sound that makes people cry infectious power.

"Dad, I have to be strong in my life. What can I do for you? Just accept the insignificant concern. Thank you for everything you have done. You have supported our family with both hands. You have always tried your best to give me the best..."

When the song reached its climax, many people present began to cry, but Xiao Zhang didn't cry, but his eyes were red. In fact, he can't cry at all now, because he had shed all his tears a few days ago.

"This song is great, not much more beautiful than those sung by many singers!"

The elder who was a bit repulsed by these two people who came to sing at other people's funerals before could not help applauding.

All Xiao Zhang's relatives also clapped their hands and expressed their approval. The main reason was that the voice was clear and the lyrics were easy to understand. They reminded them very much of their father or themselves as a father.

There were even one or two people present who began to squat on the ground, covering their faces and crying, not knowing what they thought of and broke their defenses.

The little anchor, he quickly turned on the recording function of his phone, he had a premonition that this song would explode when it was uploaded on the Internet.

This time, his live broadcast room was interrupted because the software was cut out. Everyone started to complain. They hadn't heard enough yet, and the screen was black.

After the song was sung, the little anchor had already turned off the recording, and then expressed his embarrassment in the live broadcast room. The song was so good that he couldn't help but want to record it and put it in the local music library later.

The friends in the water all laughed at him for being stupid. When the live broadcast is over, won't you replay it?

The time for them to listen to the song was wasted in vain. Although the water friends complained, none of them left the live broadcast room. They were even a little bit unfulfilled, looking at the two singers at the funeral expectantly.

However, the two singers wiped the tears from the corners of their eyes, thanked everyone and planned to leave.

Looking at the jeep going away, everyone sent off with reluctant eyes.

"This is the end, that's it? Why only sing one song?"

"You guys from upstairs just came, that's all. At the funeral just now, there were hundreds of men in suits throwing bowls to the late Dragon King to see him off. You didn't see it!"

"Isn't the anchor still called poor a few days ago? He said he asked everyone to crowdfund to buy Hualong pig's trotters for him to eat. Why did he spend a huge amount of money to hold a funeral for his relatives this time?"

The little anchor typed with trembling hands: "Everyone, it's not the singer and actor I invited, why don't you believe it?"

The reason why his hands trembled with excitement was not because the song just hit his heart, but because the popularity in the live broadcast room had reached 20. This popularity made him excited and shocked.

(End of this chapter)