Burned the paper, bowed according to the rules, and Ren Yifei left the hall. From the beginning to the end, the eldest Sun and others did not give any attention to this' npc'.

A very ordinary younger generation of the dead, with the unique sense of simplicity of the people of this era, like other night watchmen, nothing special.

The preliminary exploration of the funeral hall has been completed, and these "outsiders" have been examined nearby, and the task has been overfulfilled.

The card game on the card table has changed a round. Ah Liang sat on a bench and ate melon seeds. When he saw Ren Yifei coming out, he called him: "punk here."

Ren Yifei already knows that this Ah Liang and some older people are very friendly to him. In many games, npc will brush out clues when it feels good. don't know if it's the same here.

He went over and sat down at the other end of the bench.

"did you burn paper for your mother-in-law?" Liang handed him the melon seed plate.

Ren Yifei touched a handful of pumpkin seeds and put them in his hand to slowly chew: "Burn it, don't you want to go?"

"forget it. I have a bad temper. I turn around and annoy my mother-in-law."

Ren Yifei peeled off the melon seeds and sighed unintentionally: "Why is it so sudden?"

Ah Liang acted and hesitated to speak, but at last he just shook his head: "people are getting old."

The two men had a crop of gossip on the edge of the card table, and the summer night wind blew slowly, dispersing the giddy smell of oil and wax from the hall.

If this side is not a funeral hall, it is a good place to enjoy the cool. The moon in the sky is big and bright, so that the yard is shining brightly.

They heard the cry of the owl. Ah Liang spit out the melon seed shell and looked around the obvious trace that the owl could not be found: "the owl is screaming again."

During this period, there was another round on the poker table. Ah Liang took a closer look and said strangely, "Why didn't you see the end of Ah Song today?" Doesn't this boy always cling to the poker table? "

Ren Yifei's heart was moved: "A Song?" Where is it? "

"Don't you see? Next to Ajie. "

There were two people beside A Jie, but Ren Yifei could tell which one was Ah Song at a glance.

Everyone else was looking at the cards, more attentive than the players, except for a young man of shorter stature, staring at the hall with a complex expression.

Ren Yifei followed A Liang's words to test: "does he have no money with him today?"

"he used to hang on without money."

With some contempt in his words, A Liang taught Ren Yifei: "you can't be like him. You can't even lose your previous job and ask people to drive around all day." Aunt, you are the only son. "

"Oh, whatever you say, Ah Liang, Brother Liang, I'm sure I won't be like him."

This made A Liang feel at ease, and he grabbed another handful of melon seeds to Ren Yifei: "eat melon seeds."

This head Ren Yifei is like a fish in water, playing the away game into the home field alive, and several players over there spend their days like years.

Npc people are very unfriendly to the players in the play, and it is already a good treatment to ignore and ignore them, and it is only frightening to change their faces from time to time.

The girl with thick pigtails, Xiao Mei, was frightened to cry twice. The second grandson had already shrunk, and her mental state was worrying.

The eldest grandwife was stared at by a middle-aged woman, and even the calm eldest grandson was reprimanded once.

But none of them rebelled against npc, not even veteran players.

While touching Ren Yifei, who crossed the river by mistake, Ren Yifei knew that it was absolutely wrong to provoke npc. The consequences are unclear, but there is bound to be a price.

He is not provocative, does not stand out, first meticulously, feels the bottom.

As time went by, the elderly people in the hall began to leave, and slowly, only the young night watchmen, the families of the deceased, the monks and a few helpers were left.

Ren Yifei finished the bean cake and touched his stomach: "still hungry."

Npc A Jiebai glanced at him: "Why aren't you starved?"

"there will be something to eat in a minute. I think there is smoke at the other end of the kitchen." The older watchman smiled and played a card.

Sure enough, there will be something to eat later.

Because staying up late hurts the body and is easy to be hungry, the master cooks miscellaneous cereal porridge. The aunt in charge of the kitchen came over with a big porcelain basin and said, "you all have some. You can't go back and lose your strength."

This pot of miscellaneous cereal porridge is different from that of later generations. With a layer of water above, there are only some bean-like things below, which are very thin.

"when you have the money to invite monks, you give us this kind of porridge? No wonder Chunzhi's mother-in-law wants to. " A night watchman lost his temper and complained.

A Liang knocked on the table: "eat porridge less mouth, worried about choking."

Huh? Ren Yifei found that it was wrong, and he turned his head and looked at it carefully.

Not only does the monk pay a lot of money, but there is also something wrong with the coffin.

Farmers of this era, looking at the general conditions, buy more thin-skinned coffins, let alone paint them. But the coffin was covered in black paint and the coffin was thick, which was at least the food rations for his family for a month or two.

If you look at the everbright lights on all sides, it is already a luxury to light the everbright lanterns, but here they all use good sesame oil. The golden transparent vegetable oil shows extravagant light and should not appear in this kind of family light.

Such a funeral is good-looking, but it hurts the family. Even if it is filial piety to the elderly, it is really too much.

That A Liang is still educating the bold young man: all those who come are affectionate, but they don't want other people's porridge, and the love of the vigil has been given away, so it's not worth it to make an excuse for the porridge.

The talent came back, and he left with the bowl in his arms.

Others are also subtle, evading the topic, as if implying that there is a story behind the wake.

"Liang, give me a spoon." Ren Yifei began to watch the hustle and bustle in the crowd, and his arm was bumped by people.

The man who hit him stood on the table: "Xiao Fei, go and bring the stone and Xiao Wan. They have been hungry all day." The child is too young to bear this. "

"Ah?" Ren Yifei was stupefied for a moment, but he couldn't remember who this man was.

Ah Liang spooned the porridge and put down the spoon: "Ah Song, why do you call punk if you don't call someone yourself?"

The appearance of the babysitter moved Ren Yifei so badly that he immediately slipped over and stood behind Ah Liang, looking at the porridge scene with round eyes.

Ah Jie, who was against him before, also said: "A Fei has been hungry for a long time."

Several young people in the crowd looked at it and said to themselves, "are these people blind?" What else is good about this kid except that he is good-looking and sweet-mouthed? Lazy and greedy.

"A Song hurt his foot. It's not convenient for him."

"right, one high and one low."

Several night watchmen who used to play well with Ah Song rescued him.

Ah Liang looked down as if that was the case. he stopped there, thinking awkwardly about how to finish it.

Seeing this, Ren Yifei scratched his chin and put the bowl down: "well, Liang, please spoon more for me. I'll call Stone and Xiao Wan."

As he stood sideways, he squeezed out of the group of night watchmen.

Ah Liang didn't stop him. Watching him drill into the hall, he shook his head and said, "Don't bully Ah Fei all the time. He's just spoiled by his aunt and doesn't have a heart."

Bullying?

Several night watchmen have lost their temper, all right, they can't compete when they are hurt by their own brother.

Only A Song subconsciously nodded and unexpectedly agreed with this remark.

"Xiao Fei?"

Ren Yifei thought of this strange name as he walked into the hall. Everyone yells' punk', why does this man call him 'Xiaofei'?

According to A Liang, he doesn't know this Ah Song that well. Why do you call him like that? So familiar and intimate, but like a friend.

Ren Yifei has a lot of questions:

If A Song is a player, why does he know that the two children are named 'Stone' and 'Xiao Wan'?

If Asong is not a player, why does he show completely different characteristics? Not even like a gambler.

This person is even more special and worthy of attention than the eldest grandson before him.

After a lot of walking, the funeral hall was brighter, and in front of the coffin knelt the deceased's family: the son and daughter-in-law of the deceased in filial piety, the silent eldest grandson, the eldest grandwife with gold characters on her head, the second grandson huddled in the corner, and two great-grandchildren.

The two children were young and knelt for a day, but they were all in a daze.

The eldest grandson was expressionless in front of burning paper, and his hands smelled of jute paper. Suddenly he saw a young npc coming slowly and walking all the way to the coffin. He said to his cheap parents, "Uncle and aunt, why don't you two go and have a drink?"

This is not a reminder fortunately, a reminder, the eldest grandson players can not help touching the belly: he is also hungry.

"it's punk." The middle-aged woman recognized the npc and bowed her head. "We're not hungry."

"Auntie, if you are exhausted by this, your mother-in-law will not feel at ease." Young npc named punk cared.

"ahem." The eldest grandson coughed and looked up at him: come on, look at me, I'm hungry.

When it comes to the dead, the middle-aged man is stiff for a few seconds. The muscles trembled on the middle-aged woman's face, forming a frightened expression.

She leaned to cover her face and stressed again, "We're not hungry."

"do they want to eat some stones? It's time to run out of strength. " The young npc whispered, looking at the two children, showing that he could not bear it. "they are still young."

The old woman thought for a moment whether she felt sorry for the child and nodded: "I'll be back after eating."

"Gollum." The belly of the eldest grandson made a sound, and he looked up at the young npc, and said, "Why didn't this npc call him?" As long as he shouts, he will not be able to take advantage of the opportunity to say yes?

Even the eldest grandson's wife, who was sitting on one side to touch his belly, looked at him: bean porridge is not good, so if you call me, I will be reluctant to drink it.

However, this npc is extremely lack of eyesight, and their eyes are almost thrown to the blind. He left with two children without asking anything.

So a few living people, are they invisible or something?

Is the treatment of players too low?

As soon as the person left, the middle-aged woman immediately lost her good face and showed a bitter face to the others: "continue to kneel and make your grandmother happy."

Hungry players:.

Ren Yifei took the two children out of the hall.

The bowl has been set on the table and porridge has been poured into it.

As soon as Ren Yifei led the two children to sit down, three bowls of porridge were pushed over. There was not much soup in it, and the beans were pointed. He looked up. It was Ah Song.

Ah Song smiled at Ren Yifei and beckoned the two children to eat porridge.

Ren Yifei looks at other people's bowls. They are all water, crystal clear. The night watchman replied with resentment: don't look, it's all in your bowl.

"ahem." He rubbed his nose and sat down brazenly to eat.

The taste of miscellaneous cereal porridge without any seasoning was really ordinary. Ren Yifei drank it slowly, and out of the corner of his eye he saw the middle-aged woman over there in a hurry and let the two children pass.

She looked a little flustered, and her eyes frequently looked in the direction of the hall, urging the two children: "burn some money for Grandma. Grandma likes you best."

Ren Yifei poked the beans: only ate a few bites. Are you in such a hurry?

Ah Song waited for the two children to leave and naturally poured their porridge together.

Ren Yifei put down his chopsticks and seemed to remember what was in his head.

"do you want to eat, punk? Don't eat the rest. I'll help you eat the rest. "

Ah Jie, who had finished eating his share, patted him on the shoulder.

This shot, Ren Yifei before the strange idea to do not know where. "you wish." He picked up the bowl and drank the rest.

With something in their bellies, the young boys have the spirit to play cards again. There are few times throughout the year when they can play cards fair and square.

Except for a coffin on the side, the wake was not terrifying at all.

Probably because it was the elders who died, and they were also very kind elders in the past, and they all looked gentle and loving when they were alive, so they were not afraid.

What lies in the coffin is nothing but a useless body. What's so terrible about the body? Besides, there are so many people at the scene.

The sound of playing cards rang until the night was dark. Ren Yifei stood up and said he was going to the hut.

The card players didn't look back: "go ahead, don't fall into the pit."

"screw you. I can't drop anyone who falls into the pit."

In the country houses of this age, the huts were all in the backyard, so he went to the backyard.

Sure enough, the hut was in the backyard, opposite the firewood room, and he smelled it as soon as he entered the backyard.

The yard is not small, with banana trees and pomegranates in the corner, a pig and several chickens, and an abandoned well, which is what an ordinary farmer's backyard looks like.

He got into the hut without going to the toilet.

Ren Yifei rubbed his face with both hands, like peeling off a piece of human skin. there was no 'punk' jumping off and naivety on his face. he was a man who felt very calm and calm at first glance.

It's not punk, he's Ren Yifei.