The years when I was an old man

There is only one way up the mountain.

And there are many cars on the road, and there are motorcycle teams roaring past.

Lin in the suit also looked out the window. He pointed to the convoy passing us and introduced:

"Did you see that the convoy that just passed was all Huang Abo's cronies in Guancheng. They came by car, and it seems that they have just arrived..."

As I listened, I couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

In Guancheng, Huang Abo is definitely not a small figure.

He would never have imagined that his funeral would become a stepping stone for his little wife to get to the top.

At the parking lot halfway up the mountain, everyone got off.

Lin's younger brother in a suit went to the back to get a wreath, and our team just walked to the steps.

I saw two teams of bodyguards wearing black shirts and short sleeves standing solemnly on both sides.

When a person in charge saw us coming, he immediately stepped forward, raised his hand, and said solemnly:

"Everyone, excuse me. Thank you all for being able to see Uncle Huang on his last journey. But there are too many people coming and going today, most of them are people from the Jianghu. They may also have grievances with each other. In order to prevent accidents from disturbing Uncle Huang. My sister-in-law ordered that today Anyone who comes here will be searched. If you have weapons, we will keep them temporarily. After the funeral, we will return them to you..."

I'm not afraid of them searching, I let them search, and they can't find my playing cards and pocket knife.

Several men and women were searched separately.

At this time, Xiaoduo had already disappeared.

When the mute was found, the bodyguard touched the back of the mute, and immediately asked vigilantly:

"Excuse me, sir, what is this?"

The mute didn't speak, and pulled out the sickle with a "shua".

The bodyguard pointed to a box next to him and said:

"Please put the weapon there for now, we will return it when we go down the mountain..."

The mute was not happy.Holding a sickle, he made a harvest gesture in midair.

"You, you, your family manages this. It's called a weapon? It's a sickle for cutting, cutting, cutting wheat. It's called farming, farming tools..."

In a word, the bodyguard who was stunned didn't know how to pick it up.

But the mute muttered to himself again:

"Only, only, just by the way, I can cut, cut, cut a neck, that's all..."

Saying that, the mute looked at me.

I nodded towards the box, and the mute put the sickle inside.

Zou Xiaoxian has prepared for so long for today.

Even if we go up with a knife, it will definitely be useless.

I am still very clear about this.

Go up the steps and into the funeral parlor.

Sometimes, money is easy to do.

The funeral parlor is divided into two buildings, the front and the back. Unexpectedly, Zou Xiaoxian has covered the entire back building.

From the pavement covered with Yuhua stones to both sides of the door.

There are suits and leather shoes everywhere, with solemn expressions, and bodyguards with black cloth tied on their arms.

Watching the battle, Lao Hei whispered beside me.

"Hey, if you don't have money, even cremation has to be ranked behind the rich. My grandma often said that life is not good, and you can't afford to die. I didn't believe it before, but now it's really like this..."

Old Hei was born in a poor family, so it is normal to feel this kind of emotion.

Entering the funeral home, there were also many people standing on both sides.

On the opposite side, there is a red solid wooden coffin.

Behind the coffin, there is a black and white photo of Huang Abo.

At this moment, Zou Xiaoxian has a filial piety on her scalp and a filial belt on her waist.

Kneeling aside, bowing his head, weeping slightly.

Without waiting to look any further, I heard the steward shout:

"There are guests!"

Our group was divided into front and back, and stood solemnly in front of the coffin.

"One bow, two bows, and the family members return..."

After bowing a few times, I looked up.

I saw that next to the coffin, there were still several ranking seats.

The ranking is not big, but I can see clearly.

There are black and white inch photos on it. When I saw the first one, I sighed in my heart.

The person in the photo turned out to be Zou Xiaoxian's father, Mr. Zou.

The first tablet placed at the back has no name or photo on it.

The photo on the next tablet is a thin face with a pair of gloomy eyes.

This photo turned out to be the second child of the Zou family, Zou Tiancheng.

The tablet placed at the end was actually Zou Xiaoxian himself.

Looking at these tablets, I felt a bit of a sigh in my heart.

It seems that Zou Xiaoxian is going to make a big deal today.

He actually moved out all the tablets of the whole family.

And when we appeared, Zou Xiaoxian didn't say anything.

After bowing, she walked up to Zou Xiaoxian.

There were tears in her eyes, but the moment she looked at me, her eyes became cold.

"Madam Huang, my condolences!"

I bowed slightly and said something softly.

The corners of Zou Xiaoxian's mouth turned up, and he sneered disdainfully.

"I'm sorry for you too. Yes, I'm afraid I won't have time to tell you personally. I said it in advance..."

I know that Zou Xiaoxian's words are referring to Su Mei.

I didn't say anything more, and someone came to the door again.

Zou Xiaoxian ignored us and knelt down beside the coffin again.

Our group stepped aside, Lin in a suit looked at Zou Xiaoxian obsessively, and muttered:

"It's the first time I've discovered that someone can wear filial piety clothes and still look so beautiful..."

I squinted at Lin in the suit, but Master Hong said indifferently:

"You don't understand, what decides what clothes a woman looks good in is never the purse, but the figure..."

Saying that, Master Hong felt something was wrong, turned his head to look at Lin in suits, frowned and said:

"You're fucking perverted. On this occasion, you can think of such a thing in your head..."

Lin Hehe in the suit laughed dryly, and the mute pulled his chest hair, and said:

"This, this, this kind of thing, you can think about it. But you can't say it, say it..."