I quietly watch you play

"Can I sleep for a while? It will take more than two hours." Jiang Xiaoqi took his coat off Zhou Wei's arms.

Zhou Wei shook off her clothes and covered her body, stretched out her arms from the sleeves and hugged the mobile phone to type to Zhan Xiang: 【I'm out of town, I'm on my way back, contact me anytime.Not enough money tell me. 】

He waited for a while and didn't see a reply, and the transfer was not received. He guessed that he might be busy there, with various signings, inspections, waiting for news, and emotional breakdown...

Zhou Wei felt a little dull, and indeed he didn't have many worries and sorrows. After all, what his father had said to him in the past two years could be counted in a few slaps, and they hadn't smoked as much as when they met.

But he was not feeling well physically and mentally. Maybe it was the physical resistance of being awakened unexpectedly. He felt a little pain in his stomach and felt a little nauseous.

Zhou Wei closed her eyes, and rubbed the tip of her nose against the crisp collar of Jiang Xiaoqi's jacket. It was a very familiar and pleasant smell, the sweet and lemony scent of orange peel in the sun.

In his desperation just now, he seemed to call him "Seventh Brother".

Zhou Wei opened his eyes and peeked at Jiang Xiaoqi, who was concentrating on driving. It seemed that the other party didn't notice anything unusual. Who would pay attention to a title in a hurry.

The phone buzzed, and Zhan Xiang replied: [The doctor told me to be mentally prepared... How soon will you be there, bro?Let Dad meet again. 】

Jiang Xiaoqi hurriedly glanced at Zhou Wei, the meaning of the question was obvious.

Zhou Wei clenched the phone tightly, his expression was calm, and he didn't say a word.He couldn't urge Jiang Xiaoqi to go faster, he was already cruising at the maximum speed limit all the way.

Moreover, he somewhat resists this "last side". If you can't say a word or two in life, why is it necessary to meet when you are dying?Do you want to add more traffic to the opponent's Huangquan Road?

I can't describe my inner feelings, Zhou Wei feels like he has entered a role in the play, and his emotions are pieced together in black and white. His acting skills are lame, but the plot also makes him feel sad and lonely.

This is about to say goodbye to his biological father, he obviously only knew him not long ago...

Jiang Xiaoqi went into the service area to refuel, and asked Zhou Wei to stay in the car, and quickly bought canned coffee and salty bread from the convenience store, the boxed milk was scalded with boiling water, and the Tetra Pak was wet.

"Eat until you feel hungry, or you will throw up." He poured cold coffee himself to refresh himself.

Really understand him!

At four o'clock in the morning, the wilderness outside the window was still pitch black, and the long beams of headlights spread on the monotonous gray-white road, as if it were endless.

Zhou Wei couldn't sleep, seeing the sky in the distance slowly opened a light white crack, like the eyelids of a sleeping animal waking up, the morning light was quickly rendered like watercolor, bloody, and the gray-blue cloud image in the high place It was about to drip down, and the jagged black shadows on the ground watched the sky get higher and higher.

The fields and trees turned into high-rise buildings, and once the ETC channel of the toll station passed, they had already returned to Danyang.

Zhanxiang sent the second message: 【04:47】

Jiang Xiaoqi snatched a yellow light, and Zhou Wei raised his hand to hold down his right hand that was holding the steering wheel: "No hurry, I'm already late."

His voice was calm, no emotion could be seen, Jiang Xiaoqi held his hand with his backhand, his fingertips were like ice.

Turning around the corridor of the hospital, Jiang Xiaoqi gently pulled Zhou Wei: "Wait a minute."

He pulled up the stand-up collar of Zhou Wei's black soft shell jacket to block the crimson sweater inside.

"You go back first." Zhou Wei understood what he meant. Many places pay attention to these things. It is disrespectful to wear red to attend a funeral, and he wants to prove it.

Jiang Xiaoqi continued to walk with him: "I don't want to be a scumbag anymore."

The room where it was parked can be found by following the sound of crying. Zhan Xiang saw them coming out from the window, his eyes were red: "I am changing my father's clothes, and I will send a message to my hometown later... Do you want to..."

Zhou Wei stepped back, stood against the wall, lowered his eyelashes, which meant that he didn't intend to go in.

Both Zhou Hui and Zhanzhan were inside, and Mother Chen was crying and leaning on her little Jin. Zhanzhan carefully wiped Father Chen's face, wiping his nose and tears with his hands from time to time.

"You go to work first, I'll accompany him." Jiang Xiaoqi said to Zhan Xiang.

Zhan Xiang nodded and turned around, saw a person at the end of the corridor, slightly dazed.

Zhou Lei came, followed by a female assistant in black. The female assistant stepped on high-heeled shoes, fearing that the knocking noise would spoil the solemnity, so she followed in small steps, carrying a big bag in her hand.

This assistant was dressed most like a funeral. He nodded humbly when he saw someone, neither crying nor laughing, and his face was a little stiff.

"My condolences," Zhou Lei approached Zhou Wei, and said to Zhan Xiang, "The family asked me to come and see, is there anything I can do to help?"

He handed a white envelope to Zhan Xiang, Zhan Xiang waved his hand and refused to take it, Zhou Lei frowned and glared at him, Zhan Xiang had no choice but to accept it.

Zhan Xiang went in, helped Chen's mother out with Zhou Hui, and sat on the armchair at the door.

Chen's mother nearly fainted from crying, and let out a wail of mourning. Waves echoed in the empty corridor in the early morning, like desperate waves hitting a rock wall.

The female assistant walked over winkingly, knelt down to wipe the old man's tears, and comforted the old man in a gentle voice. Mother Chen grabbed the female assistant's hand like pulling a straw.

Zhan Xiang went to the side to call his relatives to report the funeral, Zhan Zhan squatted by the door with his arms folded, his face was covered with tears.

Seeing Zhou Lei's surprise, Zhou Hui walked over anyway.Jiang Xiaoqi always stood by Zhou Wei's side, and the four of them got together.

Zhou Hui's face was full of fatigue, and he was a bit jealous of Zhou Lei, so he only glanced at Zhou Wei coldly, and refrained from making trouble with him.He asked Zhou Lei: "Grandpa asked you to come?"

"No, I'll pay for it myself." Zhou Lei turned his gaze to Zhan Xiang who was talking on the phone in a low voice, and then to Zhou Wei: "Brother, are you hungry? Would you like something to eat—"

Zhou Hui couldn't keep his face off when he called him that, and snorted coldly: "It took me so much to sleep until I woke up naturally, and someone made a special trip to deliver breakfast, what a blessing!"

Just as Zhou Lei was about to have an attack, Zhou Wei hissed lightly: "Don't make noise—"

He raised his hand, hooked off the earphone on his right ear and put it in his pocket, his refusal was obvious.Zhou Hui flicked his sleeves angrily and walked away.

The female assistant thought of something, took out the wrapped breakfast from the bag she brought, looked around, and ran to pass it to Chen Zhanzhan.Chen Zhanzhan was not polite either, he let go of the paper bag and began to chew.

The female assistant brought another cup of sweet porridge to Mother Chen. Mother Chen choked and shook her head, and the female assistant helped her feed it to her mouth bit by bit with a small spoon.Chen's mother was not good at rejecting good intentions, and slowly ate half of the glass.

Zhou Lei said to Zhan Xiang: "I'll help you find a better funeral company. You don't have to worry about anything. Someone will guide the process. Have you bought the cemetery? They all have services. You can choose according to your choice. Don't worry about the money... ...My brother's business is also my business."

Zhan Xiang shook his head, looked at Chen's mother: "Dad will be buried in the ancestral grave in his hometown, don't bother, thank you."

Chen's mother raised her teary eyes, as if she had just seen who was coming, she quickly stood up: "Little Jin, I've troubled you... The old man wants to go home, and the fallen leaves return to their roots... His second uncle's nephew will help people organize these things." , there is no need for outsiders if you have your own family... Has the baby been notified?"

Zhan Xiang nodded: "Cousin said he was in charge of the preparations at home, and if he died, he would first send Dad to the funeral parlor over there. The two sides will hand over. I asked, and the car will come over in a while."

This is going back to Orange Creek, Jiang Xiaoqi glanced at Zhou Wei: "I'll accompany you." Zhou Wei put on the earphones again.

After eating two bacon omelettes, Zhanzhan took the soy milk and drank it himself: "When I go back, I will have to worry about it, and you all don't want to eat any? If you want to eat then, you won't have time to eat it!"

Zhan Xiang looked embarrassed, secretly watching Zhou Wei's face.

Chen's mother came over supported by the female assistant, and said to Zhou Wei: "Son, you are the eldest son of the old Chen family. Our own family can talk about it anyway. When we go back...you give your father some face, and he will never die in his life." I have to face..."

"My brother doesn't understand those rules, or I'll do it." Zhan Xiang supported Chen's mother, "I'm also a son, right and left are the same."

Chen's mother begged Zhou Wei's wrist: "You are the eldest son, you have to give your father this face, for the last time in his life—"

"Okay," Zhou Wei raised his eyes, "I'll do as you say." He took his hand away from his mother, and Chen's mother burst into tears again, like begging and condemning.

Zhou Lei looked around in confusion, not understanding what they were discussing.

Looking at Zhou Wei, Jiang Xiaoqi had a bad premonition. The funeral process in the Bitan countryside also has a very tossing process. People who have simple funerals and civilized funerals have never heard of it. The eldest son and grandson are the first to bear the brunt.

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They drove back from Orange Creek in the middle of the night, and returned to Orange Creek for the funeral within two hours.

Jiang Xiaoqi took a cup of black coffee from Zhou Lei's assistant and drank it down, insisting on asking Zhou Wei to take his car back: "I can make you more comfortable, be obedient."

He helped Zhou Wei adjust the seat, turned on the crotch heating, and put on his coat: "Now, close your eyes and count sheep." Then he took off his earphones.

Zhou Lei went over to ask Zhan Xiang if he wanted to take his car, and felt that the question was a bit abrupt, and was regretting it, Zhan Xiang hurriedly waved at him, saying that your car is so good that I would faint if I sat in it, really, only the bus I don't get motion sickness with cars and tractors.

Zhan Xiang stuffed the bag of breakfast to him: "Actually, you don't need to go. Today, the business school will have roll call for two major economic and law classes, and you dare to skip the deputy dean's class. You don't want your usual share?"

"It doesn't matter, it's just for credits. My family donated the staff restaurant of the business school! Food is the most important thing for the people," Zhou Lei stuffed the breakfast bag back to Zhan Xiang, "you and your mother eat more, it should be quite hard later, My people can help run errands, you are welcome."

Zhan Zhan and Zhan Xiang accompanied Chen's mother in the car, Zhou Hui drove his own Gulf Blue BMW M8, Zhou Lei drove a black Maserati GT, and finally followed Jiang Xiaoqi's white R8.

A person like Zhou Wei who is not in good health also has limited energy, so I put him in a comfortable posture, coupled with the shaking of the car in the silence, and fell asleep after a while.

Last night, Zhou Wei said that he would bring him to Dalishu Village today, but he did not expect to come in this way.

There are too many relatives in the village, and the legend of the Chen family’s change of sons is well known to everyone. They all think that they have climbed up to the royal relatives in Danyang. , It's all about watching.

Zhou Wei was woken up early by Jiang Xiaoqi to get off his doze, saw so many people outside the window staring and pointing at them as if they were animals, and a child with a snotty nose making faces at the car, and immediately pulled his coat to cover half of his face, He rubbed his head down cowardly.

It's indeed quite beautiful, with three luxury cars behind Chen Wajiang, the price is almost 1000 million yuan less, what a fortune!

Thinking about it, Chen's mother felt that her face was bright, and the crying sounded all the way from the entrance of the village to her own yard, and she had a lot of confidence.

Zhan Xiang's cousin who is specialized in funerals has already set up the mourning hall in the courtyard. In an instant, the drums and music blared, the suona shook the sky, and the howling sounded like a tsunami, and the birds on the trees were startled.

Zhou Wei didn't expect so many relatives to wear mourning for Chen Mantang, he was a little dazed for a while, everyone around him was crying, and there were not many crying, like a clumsy group portrait performance.

Someone brought them mourning clothes, which were different from those worn by the people around them. They were also robes made of white coarse cloth, with a white belt tied around the waist, and a white filial hat, which was different from the others. It was pocket-shaped and would protrude horns when worn. Like two spikes, ordinary relatives and friends only tie a white cloth on the top of the head.

The eldest son's hat has a long tail at the back, and rough linen is sewn on his forehead, which can be distinguished from outsiders at a glance. Zhou Wei will wear this kind of hat.

Zhan Xiang changed his own to help Zhou Wei wear filial piety, Jiang Xiaoqi stood aside and watched.

Zhou Wei suddenly raised his head to look at him, and mouthed something: Don't look at me.

Jiang Xiaoqi looked down at the loess ground, thought for a while to walk away, and stood far away in the camp of passers-by outside the courtyard.

Zhou Wei let others play around like this, he felt unspeakably uncomfortable.

There is a custom in the village. Although simplicity has been advocated in recent years and coffins and corpses are not allowed to be parked in one's own home, mourning halls are still set up for relatives and friends to come and express their condolences.

Few people truly mourned the deceased. Most of them came here to go through the motions, and commented on whether the funeral was well arranged, whether there were many relatives and friends, whether the filial sons and grandsons behaved well, and the white mat was not decent...

The courtyard is full of singing, reading, playing and playing, and it is as lively as a singing hall, with constant babbling and crying, and there are some great gods wearing Taoist robes and shaking copper bells.

Zhou Wei was arranged to kneel in front of the coffin, and Zhan Xiang helped Chen's mother to sit at the door of the coffin. However, as a girl, Zhan Zhan had a lot of things to do, so he wandered out to chat with the little sisters.

"That's the eldest son that Lao Chen found back? He didn't even shed a single tear! Tsk tsk——"

"Otherwise, how can you say that it is better to live than to raise, and Xiao Jin has also returned, but he has not forgotten his roots!"

"He looks like a poor man. I heard that when he was in that family, the mother of that family died early. How long has it been since I came back to recognize him? My father is gone! Fuboke..."

"The young man is not as good-looking as he is. He is better-looking than the big girl. How else can I say... Hey, it's better not to know for the rest of my life."

"Look at what you said! I don't know if I can get these benefits? Xiaojin is prosperous this time, and the Chen family must be indispensable. I heard that he lives in a large villa with a few hundred square meters in Danyang. His second uncle borrowed more than 30 yuan to build a house. Don’t hit the bus! Look at the few cars that came with me today, all of them are worth more than the pear garden in our village! One person flies up, immortal and chickens and dogs, Xiao Jin is raising it right this time!”

"It's not fair for you to say that," a fat sister-in-law knocked melon seeds out of her pocket, "He is a young master who was spoiled and raised in the city, has he eaten or worn the Chen family all these years? Do you still come back to kneel down? People in the city go to the funeral home to bow and mourn silently when they have a funeral. It’s not fashionable for us to cry and make trouble. Besides, it’s filial piety if you howl loudly. ? I huh—"

The fat sister-in-law strolled over, Jiang Xiaoqi glanced at her, wishing she could give her a sunflower field.

"Excuse me--"

"Hey, what are you talking about!"

Jiang Xiaoqi looked at Zhou Wei who was kneeling in the courtyard from a distance, and asked, "How long will the kneeling spirit here kneel?"

"Half an hour." The fat sister-in-law was a little disdainful, and she curled her lips and spat out the melon seeds, "Chen customs! I can't bear my son to make such a fuss when I die later, I would rather let him lie in bed and play with his mobile phone! One Kneel at the hour, it's early, once every two hours!" "Old Chen didn't choose the right time, the funeral was held on the third day, two full days of tossing, when I was there, I had to rush to die before midnight—"

Jiang Xiaoqi's chest tightened, and ten thousand mud horses roared past.

He lowered his head and opened the search engine, and entered "Orange Creek Noise Disturbance Complaint Line", "Orange Creek Feudal Superstition Activities Report", "Orange Creek New Countryside Construction Hotline"...

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