In the middle of the night, the rain finally stopped.

Although the sky is pitch black, you can vaguely see the thick clouds above your head cracking from the middle, and the higher places, there are a few starlight.

The sky is sunny too.

The soul-summoning ceremony, which was originally thought that it could not be held because of the rain, was still carried out according to the original plan. Yan Feibai grabbed a coat that Yan Yi wore during his lifetime and climbed onto the roof. While waving, he shouted loudly: "Go back... Come back..."

The sound is long and desolate, and it spreads far and far in the dark night.

Hearing his shouts, Yan Ruoyu once again couldn't help but burst into tears, burying her face on my shoulder. I heard the sound of her sob in my ears, and could only gently reach out and pat her hand.

The entire main house, even Gantang Village, was brightly lit. The monk invited to recite the mantra of rebirth and salvation in the last time around the spiritual bed. At this time, I heard a mess of footsteps outside the door of the mourning hall behind me. It seemed that some people were walking towards this side. However, in the past three days, everyone was doing very well. There had never been such a mess. Who came here at this time?

I turned around and looked at it, but was stunned.

Yan Gang...

This gray-haired old man, my fifth uncle, is here.

He has been locked up in another place in Gantang Village these days. Although he and Pei Yuanxiu are accomplices, they are elders in the family after all, and they are older, so it is impossible to lock him up in the dungeon, so they found another yard and put him under house arrest, including Yan Zicong, Yan Yong, and several other juniors who followed him.

But today, he appeared here.

It was Yan Zicong and Yan Yong who followed him.

I couldn't help but be stunned. I immediately turned my head and saw Mr. Ma standing at the door with his hands behind his back, with a calm expression on his face. I immediately understood: "Mr., it's you--"

He said, "After all, she is her younger brother, and she is also from the Yan family. She has no descendants. In the last journey, it is best that everyone will arrive to see her off."

I pursed my lips and nodded gently.

This is of course the best.

So I looked up and walked out. Yan Gang was also walking up. He did not look at me, but looked directly at the brightly lit mourning hall, the solemn spirit card, and the soul-summing banners that kept floating in the wind like ghosts.

Yan Gang's steps became heavier, as if his legs were filled with lead. The first step he took to the steps was like a thousand pounds, and he could not even take the second step.

He stared at the spiritual position in front of him and said hoarsely: "Sister..."

I originally wanted to say something to him, but at this time I couldn't remember a word, but I just looked at this old, stubborn, and even a bit domineering old man standing like this, crying, and I felt so sad that I could only slowly retreat aside.

No matter how many years he had separated from this elder sister or how much conflict he had when he met again, this was brothers and sisters, and this was family affection. Moreover, everyone was not as deeply moved by Yan Yi's death - this was the last person among his brothers and sisters of his generation, and he left like this...

What he saw was not just the death of others.

Yan Gang staggered up the steps, almost tripped when he stepped over the threshold, then walked to the spirit and knelt down with a plop: "Sister--!"

“…”

"Why are you doing this? Why are you doing this!"

“…”

"Sister!"

Yan Zicong and Yan Yong and others behind him may not understand why he suddenly felt so sad, but they still walked into the mourning hall and fell to the ground.

Seeing this scene, my tears were also uncontrollably flowing out, making my eyelids sting. I could only control myself with my strength, and then slowly walked behind Yan Gang and knelt down. Other Yan Ruoyu and others followed me and knelt down.

After everyone knelt down, Yan Zicong also helped his grandfather up. Yan Gang rubbed his eyes hard, then turned his head to look at us: "Sister's spiritual position--"

Mr. Ma came over and said calmly: "I will send it to the ancestral hall according to her last wish."

Yan Gang didn't say anything, just nodded, and then asked, "She has no children, who will send them in?"

I said, "I."

"you?"

He immediately frowned and said decisively: "No!"

I also frowned: "Why?"

"You are a woman, how can a woman enter the ancestral hall?"

"My aunt is also a woman, but her spiritual position has entered the ancestral hall. Why can't I send her spiritual position to the ancestral hall?"

"You can't do this. Even if the eldest sister has no children, the Yan family still has the head of the family! Leave this to the head of the family!"

"But the head of the family handed over everything here to me!"

I said firmly: "Uncle, this matter is not something that needs to be discussed with you, but that I have decided."

"you--"

He was so angry that he was thrilling, but seeing that it was not the time to conflict with me, he gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, I can promise you to send my eldest sister's spiritual position into the ancestral hall, but you can't go in during the day, you can only go in at night!"

“…”

"The ancestors and the clans are above, this rule cannot be broken!"

“…”

"Otherwise, even if I hit you here, I will not let you enter the Yan family's ancestral hall like this!"

As he said this, he really looked at the coffin, his fists clenched, and a sense of being brave enough to die was on his face. I looked back at Mr. Ma, and he seemed a little hesitant. After a moment of silence, he also looked at me and nodded very gently.

I let out a sigh, and then said to Yan Gang: "Okay, I promise you."

As soon as I let go, I heard that many people behind me were secretly relieved.

It seems that although they didn't say anything before, they were still a little worried. Yan Gang's words actually matched the wishes of many people. They really didn't want me to enter the ancestral hall just like this. And I also understand that probably now, it's not yet time for me as a woman to officially enter the ancestral hall.

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Since we are going to enter the ancestral temple to worship at night, it is natural that we are not going to go out. Everyone has prepared everything else.

So soon, our people arranged everything in the ancestral hall.

I put on a white robe, walked to the mourning hall under the gaze of everyone, knelt down and bowed three times and nine times, and went forward to take Yan Yi's spiritual position, slowly walked to the door of the mourning hall, looking at the crowded crowd in front of me, Old Man Ma was still standing far away, looking at me with a pale face, like an outsider.

Yan Feibai and Yan Ruoyu and the others followed me, raised their sorrows, and as a roll of paper money was thrown high into the sky, then, pieces scattered, like falling snow, I finally walked out, listening to the scattered sound of paper money falling on my head, shoulders, and we stepped on my feet. We walked forward, the soul-summoning banners and lanterns opened a completely unfamiliar road for my eyes.

This is my first time mourning for someone.

The clear boundary between life and death has become blurred in front of you for the first time.

I walked forward step by step along the road paved with paper money, and walked to the ancestral hall. It was different from when everyone discussed major events a few days ago. The eaves and trees were covered with linen, floating in the night, as if countless ghosts were watching this moment.

And when I walked to the ancestral hall with the spirit throne, an inexplicable tremor surged from my heart.

When my father and mother left, I did not fulfill my filial piety by their side, nor did I have the opportunity to mourn them. But today, it seems that God has given me such an opportunity to enter the ancestral hall, take a look at my father's spiritual throne, and do my filial piety for him.

God treats me, maybe it's really good.

Thinking of this, I didn't feel so uncomfortable. At this time, I walked to the steps in front of the ancestral hall. The door had been opened. There was no light inside. Only the lanterns carried by the people behind me illuminated the door and reflected my figure inside, swaying.

Mr. Ma walked up and nodded at me. Then I knelt down with the spirit tablet in my arms, and kowtowed to the open door again.

The descendants of Yan family behind them also kowtowed.

But just as I stood up and was about to walk in, Yan Gang suddenly said, "Wait a minute!"

My steps stopped on the steps and turned to look at him.

Although Yan Yi's funeral was also attended, everyone was guarding against him now, so even if he came here, we were following us in front of us and behind us. When he heard him speak, several people took a step forward vigilantly, beware of what actions he was going to do.

I asked, "Uncle, what's the matter?"

He frowned and said, "It's okay if the head of the family didn't come, why didn't even his mother come?"

Xue Qian?

I said softly: "Mom is sick and can't get up, so--"

Yan Gang said hatefully: "This family is getting more and more unruly!"

I didn't say much, just sighed, then turned my head and looked forward with concentration. Where was my shadow still reflected, but - I don't know if it was because of the sudden wind, the shadow twisted even harder.

At this moment, my heart suddenly sank for no reason.

At this moment, a noisy sound came from behind us from afar, as if someone was shouting loudly, and it seemed particularly terrifying in such a quiet night.

What's wrong?

Everyone turned around and someone had already exclaimed.
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