When I sent the invitation, the first thing I thought of was that Zhang Xun still has relatives and friends here.
Otherwise, who would send Zhang Xun an invitation for no reason?
Gao Ling said: "Who wants to invite you to a wedding banquet?"
But something was wrong.
When I sent the invitation, I didn’t see Zhang Xun going down to get it.
Moreover, when Gao Ling wanted to go down to get it, Zhang Xun stopped Gao Ling from going down to get it.
But how did Zhang Xun know that he was sending an invitation?
It's really a bit contradictory to think about it this way.
If you want to know the answer, then you can only go down and see if it is an invitation.
But if it was an invitation, Zhang Xun wouldn't go and get it.
If I walked around like this, my head would feel dizzy.
After a pause, there was no movement downstairs.
It's also wrong for people to send invitations, so just send them.
Why didn't you even say a word?
Damn it.
At this time, I asked Zhang Xun: "Can you go down?"
I asked this question because there was no movement down there.
Zhang Xun said: "Okay."
Gaolinghou was anxious to know the result, so he waited for Zhang Xun to finish speaking.
Gao Ling ran downstairs.
When he got downstairs, Gao Ling shouted, it was really an invitation.
Xiaofei, come down and take a look.
I responded and glanced at Zhang Xun: "How did you know it was an invitation?"
Zhang Xun said: "Because I walked out from here."
What Zhang Xun said was a bit confusing.
I asked Zhang Xun: "Does this house belong to you?"
Zhang Xun glanced at me and said: "It's not mine.
Why do I have the key?"
I was speechless for a moment.
Yes, how could Zhang Xun have the key to the house that was not Zhang Xun's?
So I walked downstairs.
Gao Ling was looking at the invitation, and then said to me: "This is the first time I have seen such an invitation."
I walked over and saw Gao Ling holding a black invitation card in his hand.
To be honest, this was the first time I saw someone using a black invitation card.
I opened it and took a look.
There was a simple line written on it, inviting the owner and the people in the house to gather at the ancestral hall at noon.
The person who sent the invitation didn't show up at all, and he didn't even indicate the name of the person being invited.
Is this a custom?
Or maybe he didn't know who the owner of the house was.
To put it bluntly, he didn't know at all.
Is there an owner in this house?
This can be considered a rough style, but now it can only be explained in this way, which is reasonable.
Gao Ling said: "Where is the temple?"
Zhang Xun walked out of the door without looking at the invitation at all.
It was already past nine o'clock in the morning.
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I asked Zhang Xun if he was going, and Zhang Xun said, "Go."
Gao Ling said: "I also want to see what strange customs there are here."
Zhang Xun said nothing.
But when I left the door, I didn't see anyone on Coffin Street.
Maybe it was because it was too early and everyone hadn't woken up yet.
Gao Ling said: "Brother, is there a place to eat here?"
The weather today was not very good.
It was gloomy and looked like it was going to rain.
Zhang Xun glanced at Gao Ling and said, "There is no place to eat here, but if you are hungry, there is food in the kitchen."
"Really or not?"
Gao Ling asked in a tone of disbelief.
Zhang Xun said, you will know if you go and see for yourself.
After hearing this, Gao Ling ran towards the kitchen.
I was still holding the spiritual tablet in my hand.
The three words "Chen Xiaofei" were written on the spiritual tablet.
I felt horrified while holding this thing, so I said to Zhang Xun, "Can this thing be thrown away?"
Zhang Xun said, don't throw it away, just burn it.
Throwing it away means throwing away the lifespan, and burning it means burning the yin years.
I didn't understand what Zhang Xun meant for a while, but even though I didn't understand it, there should be some truth to it.
Mainly because I don’t have any foundation in my heart.
I don’t understand anything, so I can only trust those who do.
I walked to the street, found some flammable items from the house, and burned the spiritual tablets.
During this period, several old men passed by.
After glancing at Zhang Xun and me, they all walked around us in the end.
Maybe it’s because I’m burning spiritual tablets, so everyone thinks it’s unlucky.
Of course I understand this, but these old men look so old.
It must be someone who lives here all year round.
He passed by us in this house and didn't say anything.
This should show that this house belongs to Zhang Xun.
Otherwise, wouldn’t the people who have lived in this Coffin Street for decades not know who owns the house?
If Zhang Xun was a stranger, the neighbors would definitely call the police if they saw him entering an acquaintance's house.
So I was even more convinced that this house belonged to Zhang Xun.
But Zhang Xun didn't say hello to these uncles.
Judging from the posture, he looks like a complete stranger.
After I burned the spiritual tablets, Zhang Xun then took out a few charms and burned them, muttering some words that I couldn't understand.
What he said was definitely not Mandarin, it was probably Zhang Xun’s hometown dialect.
At this time Gao Ling ran out and said, there is indeed food in the kitchen.
Come on in and have something to eat.
Zhang Xun and I turned around and went in to eat.
After eating, Gao Ling was curious and wanted to see what the inviter in this invitation was doing.
Zhang Xun had agreed to go before and said nothing.
When I left, I closed the door.
There was everything in this house, including food, drink, and toilet.
The important thing was that this was Zhang Xun's house.
I don't believe that Zhang Xun would have so much time to come here to clean up the house.
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You have to know that if a house is not occupied for several days, dust will definitely accumulate.
But the house was basically spotless, and I was wondering if someone else would have cleaned it if it wasn't Zhang Xun.
And I suspect it is cleaned every day.
Thinking of this, I suddenly felt a little scared, and I felt an inexplicable chill running down my spine.
I followed Zhang Xun and walked towards the ancestral hall.
The sky was getting gloomier and gloomier.
I glanced at the sky and felt that the clouds were about to fall down at any moment as if they were overwhelmed.
We walked along.
Gao Ling suddenly said: "Why are there so many old men and women here?
There is no young person at all."
After hearing what Gao Ling said, I also looked around.
At this time, the people leading to the ancestral hall were all uncles and aunts, and they were all white-haired.
I thought for a while and said, young people should all go out to work and make money.
How many young people stay at home in this day and age?
After Gao Ling heard what I said, he said: "This is very possible."
Zhang Xun didn't speak from the beginning to the end.
They just kept walking forward, and these uncles and aunts didn't say anything.
If it weren't for the fact that these people walked with their heels touching the ground, I would have thought that these were all walking zombies.
After walking for almost a quarter of an hour, we arrived at the ancestral hall.
The ancestral hall on Coffin Street looks very old on the outside.
It is a wooden structure, and the red paint on the outer layer has peeled off.
The colorful flags hanging above have also faded, and some are even tattered.
They can still swing around when a gust of wind blows.
Anyway, the overall look is that they are "old".
We entered the ancestral hall.
There were benches on both sides of the ancestral hall.
After everyone entered, they found a place to sit down.
Zhang Xun and I also sat down, sitting in the first row.
Seeing that there was going to be a meeting, I started to take a look at the ancestral hall.
The strange thing was that in the center of the ancestral hall, there was not a god, but a black coffin.
The coffin looks very heavy, but it feels a little strange.
Ancestral halls are related to the development of the clan.
Generally, rural ancestral halls will enshrine gods who bless the development of their villages with good weather.
For example, Guanyin Bodhisattva, God of Wealth, etc.
But there is actually a coffin enshrined here.
Is it because this is Coffin Street that the coffin is enshrined?
If this is the case, it would be worthy of its name.
Coffin Street is dedicated to coffins.
And no one here speaks, which makes me feel that the atmosphere here is really depressing.
Zhang Xun was also staring intently.
I felt that Zhang Xun had changed somewhere.
Gao Ling didn't know yet and said, "What are you going to do by inviting us here?"
Because no one spoke, Zhang Xun's voice was particularly abrupt, and everyone's eyes immediately turned to Gao Ling.
Gao Ling looked a little embarrassed.
Zhang Xun said to Gao Ling that whoever said the first word here would encounter bad luck
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