His every move was gentlemanly and elegant, and every bow, turn, and kneel was done with ease and skill, fully demonstrating his professionalism and respect.

Many people did not go home tonight, and the two campfires were full of people. Chen Man did not go up to sleep there either, and was particularly energetic.

The kitchen cooked noodles for a midnight snack and everyone had a bowl.

The noodles cooked in this big pot with chopped green onions are particularly fragrant.

This was the most delicious noodle dish Chen Man had ever eaten in her life.

I wanted to eat another bowl, but there was no more in the pot.

After the midnight snack, the funeral directors continued to get busy. The sound of chanting scriptures seemed distant and mysterious in the dark night.

After the midnight snack, someone came over with several large bundles of straw, and several old men sat around and twisted the hemp ropes, making them big and strong.

There were a lot fewer people at the scene, but it was still more than last night.

It was dark, but when Chen Man looked at the time, it was already past five o'clock.

Someone took a roll of firecrackers to the street, and the crackling sound was particularly harsh.

Chen Man's heart inexplicably began to panic as the voice rang out.

After the sound of firecrackers, people kept coming over.

They all looked sleepy.

"The coffin was opened for the last time, and filial sons and grandsons, relatives and friends came to see the old man for the last time."

Grandpa Junyang shouted in the main room.

Grandma Junyang, who was sitting next to Chen Man, was talking to the other elderly people. "Want to go take a look?"

Several old men shook their heads, and one nodded, "Let's go, take a look, you won't see it again."

Chen Man's heart felt like it was pierced by a needle, and she could no longer see.

"Let's go, Chen Man, and see your grandma for the last time."

Chen Man nodded and helped Jun Yang's grandmother to stand up.