The spectacle is a show off and an envy in many cases.
Including funerals.
But it does not include the Fang family.
Before the old man could finish speaking, the sound of women choking was heard beside him.
"Is it for the fun, is it for the fun," they shouted.
The old man felt a little inexplicable.
Hundreds of people were hired for the funeral, and the scene was so big that it didn't make people see the excitement "When people die, what kind of excitement to see."
A woman said with red eyes.
"In the past, people died and were funeral, and everyone was watching the excitement."
The old man spread his hands and said.
I find these women incomprehensible.
"But this is Young Master Fang."
The other woman hid her face and wept.
Although she was not in the funeral procession, her grief was no less than that of those people.
"Yes, Young Master Fang is so young."
"Young Master Fang is so good."
"Young Master Fang is so good-looking."
More women's voices rang out, all with sad expressions.
The young man died early, and the flowers fell, which always made the sentimental women pity and sad, and the old man did not argue with these women anymore, but he also did not agree with this sadness, and he was numb to an old man like him who had seen a lot of life and death.
"It's not just Young Master Fang's youth that is sad.
A man next to him sighed, his expression was also a little sad, "The sad thing is that in the end, it is difficult to escape fate." ” Fate.
The old man looked at the funeral procession.
"I originally thought that I wouldn't see the Fang family funeral so soon."
The man said, "The enemy has been punished, the illness has been cured, and the young master of the Fang family is alive and well, I didn't expect it."
He shook his head when he said this, and he couldn't bear to continue.
Unexpectedly, the young life still came to an abrupt end like this, this child, who had been regarded as a dead man since he was five years old, still did not die properly, and still died in his youth.
The curse didn't seem to have been broken, but it was still fulfilled.
Fate.
Everybody can't escape.
I can't try harder.
This is indeed a sad and hopeless thing.
The old man sighed, and his eyes were slightly red as he looked at the funeral procession that seemed to be out of sight.
"The young master is gone, and Deshengchang is gone."
The shopkeeper choked up and said, looking at the woman who had just dismounted in front of him.
Miss Jun took off her mask, although her eyes were energetic, but even though the hat veil covered it, the non-stop rush day and night also made her face stained with wind and sand.
"He's gone, what's the matter with De Shengchang," she said with a frown.
"Because De Shengchang has no money."
Fang Yuxiu's voice said later.
Miss Jun didn't stop and stepped forward, oh at the same time.
"Deshengchang lost money in business some time ago and reversed the bill, so the younger brother was in a hurry to see a big merchant and got a large sum of silver."
Fang Yuxiu said slowly while following up.
"What about the money," Miss Jun asked.
"Because the fire burned half the street."
The shopkeeper Gao followed a few steps and lowered his head and said, "The young master ordered to compensate those families, rebuild the houses, bury the dead, and provide for the injured, so a lot of money was spent." ” So the money for the operation of the ticket number is not enough.
"I didn't say I wouldn't lend it to him."
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Fang Yuxiu said, "It was he who found all the shopkeepers of the ticket number without telling us, returned the silver, paid the account, and flattened the ticket number." ” She said as she spread her hands.
"And then he closed his eyes, and what could we do?"
Miss Jun glanced at her.
"As for those shopkeepers in De Shengchang, they are scattered and scattered, and it is normal for me to rob them if I invite some to use them."
Fang Yuxiu spread her hands again and said.
Miss Jun looked at the shopkeeper Gao again.
The tall shopkeeper lowered his head a little embarrassed.
As he spoke, he had already arrived at the main courtyard, Fang Chengyu had been buried, but the spiritual shed in the courtyard had not been removed, and there was plain white everywhere, and the servants and servants were still wiping their eyes and wiping their tears, and incense was curling in the mourning hall.
Miss Jun stood and looked at the mourning hall, and the servant girl on the side had already taken the futon brocade and waited for her to cry, but after waiting for a while, she saw Miss Jun turn around and walk away.
Fang Yuxiu and Shopkeeper Gao did not stop her, and watched her stride towards the door.
The ancestral tomb of the Fang family is in Shandong, but since they tore their faces with Shandong, Old Lady Fang and Master Fang built a tomb in Yangcheng.
Now Fang Chengyu naturally wants to be buried here.
Looking at the hillside, a large area here is covered by plain white, countless filial sons and women bow, and the sound of drum music and suona is heartbreaking.
The young man sitting on the hillside herding cattle listened in fascination, and the cow on the side bit the straw ring he was wearing on his head and chewed it slowly, without him noticing.
"Is it good-looking?"
A voice said, and at the same time, one hand took the grass circle out of the cow's mouth and patted the cow's head, and the cow turned his head slowly and to the side without anger.
"It's pretty."
The young man turned his head and smiled at Miss Jun who was standing behind him.
Bright eyes and dazzling teeth in the daylight.
"I planned this funeral single-handedly, and even those white flags were tied by the best craftsmen in Shanxi."
He said with a bit of smugness, and raised his eyebrows again, "Pretty."
Miss Jun looked down the hill.
"What's so beautiful about dead things, it's raining heavily tonight, and tomorrow it's nothing."
She said.
"I'm talking about the present."
The young man smiled, "Now, at this moment, this moment, beautiful, it's enough, why bother with it later." ” Miss Jun didn't speak, as if she was fascinated by the scene down the hillside.
"Don't make a fuss."
She said suddenly, lifting her foot slightly.
The boy grinned and withdrew his hand, loosening the corners of her loose pleated skirt.
"Saying that Deshengchang is not able to operate due to insufficient funds, are you underestimating yourself?"
said Miss Jun looking down at him.
Through those descriptions, it is obvious that he himself wants to disperse Deshengchang's money and make Deshengchang's ticket number disappear completely.
"Jiuling, Deshengchang, shouldn't exist."
Fang Chengyu put away his smile and said with a serious expression, "My grandfather, my father, my grandmother can't do this, I'm a ruthless person, let me end it." ” Deshengchang was originally a tool used by the King of Qi to make money and rebel.
This point was admitted by the emperor himself when he scolded the queen mother.
As for whether Old Lady Fang knew at the beginning, and how much truth Old Lady Fang knew, Miss Jun didn't ask the emperor, and she didn't plan to investigate it now.
As Fang Chengyu said, Deshengchang shouldn't exist, so now it's gone, so be it.
Anyway, since she came, De Shengchang's money is under her control and is also used by her.
"The ticket number can not exist, why do you have to pretend to be dead" Miss Jun looked at him and asked, "Is it because you feel wronged, so you have to bury the past like this?"
Grievance.
Just because he had no choice to be born with the surname Fang, he would be born to suffer from illness and suffering, and he would have to work hard for the Fang family's business.
"How so."
Fang Chengyu said righteously.
Miss Jun looked at him and didn't speak.
Fang Chengyu grinned.
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"Well, a little."
He reached out and scratched his nose and said, "So I worked hard." ” Work hard and then destroy.
"It can't be said to be ruined, for the Fang family, it's a new life."
Fang Chengyu said, "The ticket numbers of my sisters will be clean in the future, do business seriously, and everything will start again." ” He stood up and clapped his hands.
"I'm a new student, too."
He said, turning his head to look at Miss Jun, his eyes shining, "Jiuling, I have a lot of things I want to do, do you remember, I read a lot of books, I wanted to wait for me at that time, I will go and see the places and customs written in the book, see the landscapes and scenery that are different from Yangcheng, and those people, and also, do you know what I actually want to be the person I want to do the most?"
Miss Jun looked at him.
"What," she asked.
"Blacksmith."
Fang Chengyu said.
Miss Jun couldn't help but smile when she looked at his white and tender skin that made the girls jealous.
"Hey, I'm strong now, too."
Fang Chengyu said with some grievances, and raised his arm, "You touch." ” Miss Jun laughed.
Fang Chengyu was even more unconvinced by her laughter, grabbed her hand and pressed it on his arm.
"Look."
He said.
Miss Jun patted his arm, seriously.
"Yes, very powerful."
She said.
Fang Chengyu smiled and let go of her hand.
"Speaking of which, I am indeed ruthless, leaving everything behind for the sake of my new life and to live the life I want to live."
He said, "The second sister must still be scolding me for being black-hearted, I knew that I dumped my grandmother and mother to them, and she should have paid more money in the first place." ” As he spoke, he looked at Miss Jun again.
"Also, at this time, Jiuling, you shouldn't leave the capital, I should hide the news."
Now that the emperor is newly ill, the edict of the crown prince is being questioned, and the court is in turmoil.
Miss Jun rushed back to Yangcheng from the capital day and night as soon as she heard the news.
Miss Jun looked at him and didn't speak.
Fang Chengyu also looked at her.
"Okay, okay, I don't want to hide the news at all, even if I know that it's not right now, and what you have to do now is very important, but I still want to tell you."
"I just wanted to see if you would drop everything and come to see me." ” Miss Jun looked at him.
"And then," she said.
Fang Chengyu looked at her.
"Hug."
He said.
At this time, he put on a grand funeral, which caused a lot of uproar, and at the same time sent the news to the capital as soon as possible.
At this time, the attempted killing she experienced in the palace, the emperor finally fell ill, and looked forward to the arduous planning step by step to the present, and finally came to the critical time when the dust settled.
When he said he was going to die, she threw herself out and hurried without hesitation.
He could not say anything else, but went to the capital to tell her in person.
In fact, she can not come back at all, because she knows that he will not really die, and she also knows that she will not go back, and he fully understands.
But he said it, and she came back.
They all did the most inappropriate things at the most inappropriate time.
Now this thing is done, and then what Then he asked for a hug Miss Jun looked at Fang Chengyu, smiled slightly, stepped in front of him, and reached out to hug him.
Fang Chengyu was already more tall than her, so she could only hold his waist, and he couldn't lean on her shoulder like a child, but it was more suitable for her head to rest on his shoulder.
Looking at the two people embracing each other on the hillside, the tall shopkeeper who was standing not far away looked away, but Fang Yuxiu still looked at it seriously.
"That's stupid."
She commented.
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This hug can be asked for at a more suitable time in the future.
I have to do such a meaningless thing at such a time.
"Still."
Fang Yuxiu retracted her gaze and smiled slightly, "If you are too smart and care too much about meaning, life will be really boring." ” She turned around and walked slowly on the thick paper money scattered all over the ground.
From this point of view, life is still very interesting, which is why no matter how hard it is, you have to live desperately.
Because, it's worth it.
Write it out and release it, it's getting closer and closer to the end, and I don't pay attention to any meaning rules, and suddenly I am a little reluctant to you, and I want you to kiss and hug and hold it high: