socalfunplaces Chapter 125
Chapter 125
The sun is setting and the evening breeze is blowing.
Blew up the rain in the cabin and blew away the green mountains and green water features in the Yao River....
"Elder Wu..."
Xu Liang and Li Yanzhi's hearts throbbed indescribably, and they opened their mouths but couldn't spit out extra words.
Finally, facing the old man whose mouth was raised, closed his eyes and slept for a long time, he bowed down and bowed down, unable to bear it for a long time.
"You... Eternal. Elder
Zhong silently walked up to the old fellow, and tied the buttons that were loose on the neckline for him one by one.
Dipped in the water of the Yao River again, smoothed his messy and dry hair one by one for him, and looked at it for a long time before getting up lonely.
The old guy is gone again.
The ship has been docked.
People scattered by the wind tiptoed in twos and threes.
A few people wearing robes and taking pens, ink, paper and inkstone could not kneel.
An unquenchable sadness can be seen in their eyes.
Several figures kept kowtowing to the cabin until they counted enough to get up.
Three knocks on the deceased ancestor at home....
Three bows to thank Lu Shi Yaohe for his guidance....
Three knocks invite famous elders to preside over the overall situation....
"Junior of the Wu family? Take Old Ghost Wu home, Extreme Body, Enlightenment into the Dao... Another hundred years old, when to handle the joy and funeral! Zhongshi
glanced at it and determined the identities of several robed men.
"Lao Zu said... Where to die, where to be buried..."
There was a figure in a gown salute.
It tells the instructions of the sleeping old man before his death.
"Can you find a good place for Brother Wu to have beautiful mountains and waters."
When Lu Li heard this, he found a hundred miles into a tool in the crowd.
The other party is the contemporary patriarch of the Baili family.
When outsiders entered the burial Yao, he nodded in approval.
"I'll go to the clan elder to handle it."
Baili Cheng said and strode away.
The clan he said was always the elders of the Baili family who watched the mountains and waters.
"The junior of the Wu family... Grandpa Xie Lu. Seeing
this, several men in robes bowed down again to Lu Li, and they all knew that it was a local taboo for outsiders to be buried.
The other party was completely looking at Lu Li's face.
"You are all elders, and you must not perform such a great gift again."
Lu Li stretched out his hand to pick up several people one by one, and said softly.
"Lao Zu and your brother intersected... Generations can't be messed up. The
figure in the head shook his head and explained with a serious face.
"Let's settle Old Wu's body first."
Lu Li had a headache, this was indeed a dead pimple.
"Painting the sage of the Dao, a hundred years old, Yiman Yao River... Yaoli is willing to serve Wu Laohe! Yaoli
Clan Elder hurriedly came over and immediately spoke.
Don't say that the other party is an elder with a high reputation.
It is Master Lu himself, and they must handle it attentively from top to bottom.
"Thank you!"
The figure took a few steps back when he heard this.
Yaoyao faced everyone and knelt again in the live broadcast room.
Unlike kneeling before, this time it's for everyone.
One kneel for the ancestor before his death.
The second kneel and hope that the ancestor will walk peacefully, and Lao asks you to help more.
Three kneeling at home to support the mountain, and then act low-key.
These three kneelings are not a big thing!
"Get up..." Yao
Li clan elder hurriedly helped up a few people.
The next day.
The memorial service for Mr. Wu Jing was crowded.
Half of the teachers and students of the Academy of Fine Arts came to pay their condolences, almost all of the art associations were present, and there were people from all walks of life who mourned Wu Lao...
They are all the first people to come after knowing the news.
All the descendants of the Wu family wore filial piety clothes and served in front of the filial coffin.
Yaoli closed tour ticket reservations.
In order to let the old man's funeral be done.
"Big brother... Can I learn to draw mountains with you?
A childish boy asked timidly as he pulled the hem of his clothes away.
"What's your name?"
Lu Li squatted down and asked.
"Wu Diantang."
Lu
Li looked strange, and almost didn't hold back.
The name is stylish.
"When the big brother is free, he will come to you and take you to draw the mountain."
He touched the child's forehead, not too serious.
Learning to draw is easy, but it's too hard to achieve something.
Children at this age should be carefree.
"Yay!"
Wu Diantang believed it and clapped his hands and cheered.
"That big brother... When did Grandpa Zu wake up?
He looked at the old man sleeping in the ice coffin in the middle hall with a smile.
"You'll wake up when you're older."
Lu Li reminisced and told a white lie.
Death is somewhat incomprehensible for a child of this age.
It's better not to say.
It's like hearing this phrase myself as a child.
"Then I'm going to draw many, many mountains... Wait for Grandpa Zu to wake up and show it to him.
Wu Diantang clenched his small fists, and his voice was unusually firm.
"Well, there are many, many drawings..."
Lu Li nodded, and a faint sadness welled up in his heart.
Staying in the spiritual shed is inevitable to see things and think about people.
He walked out of the courtyard alone.
From time to time on the road, people greeted him, and he responded with a smile.
The outside of the shed is full of wreaths and links....
Not far away, there was a loud music and opera on the stage.
The villagers of Yaoli almost poured out.
Even people from other towns have come....
They all gathered around the stage, listening to the music and opera, and the crowded and lively scene was really a bit like a temple fair.
Riku lifted up the windswaths one by one.
Picked up a small bench and sat down in the crowd.
I don't know when.
There was another figure beside him, quiet and elegant.
"Thinking about things from childhood?"
Lu Li looked sideways when he heard the sound, and it was Shu Xuan who was speaking.
"How do you know?"
Lu Liwan smiled, surprised.
"What I see... It's all written on the face. Shu
Xuan looked at Lu Li, his eyes were cunning and agile.
She paused.
There was a faint look of anticipation on his face.
"Can you tell me?"
"Whenever people don't talk about human affairs... It's that there is no one in the world..." Riku
shook his head softly and leaned back against the wall.
After both parents died... He is not a person who is good at telling emotions and trivial things to others.
"Good poetry."
Shu Xuanyan had a faint disappointment in the depths of his eyes, but quickly returned to normal, nodded and praised.
The two looked at the high platform and stopped talking.
"Mr. Lu... Do you really fire azure? Someone
else moved over from the small bench and asked in a low voice.
Lu Li looked surprised that it was a middle-aged man.
Round and chubby, white and clean, quite cute.
"The contemptible surname is Wang... The people on the road are honored as the Jiangnan porcelain king.
The man quickly explained his identity.
Although I came here this time, I meant to offer condolences.
But more for Yaoli and Lu Li.
"Oh... You guess.
Lu Li suddenly realized, and then showed a meaningful smile.
Seeing this, the corners of Jiangnan Porcelain King's mouth twitched.
My child, guess
PS: Sorry, I only had time to write a chapter today. Stay up late later, and send you three chapters tomorrow.
Yaoli is also coming to an end.