"Big brother is so bad. He doesn't tell me anything."
"As a punishment, he can't eat tonight."
Yan Xianjue sniffed and said, "Forget it, don't go hungry."
Mother Yan felt a pang in her heart: "Okay."
Yan Xianjue wiped his tears on his mother's clothes: "I just met him today, but I'm still very sad."
Mother Yan patted her youngest son's head, the child who had given her the most worries since childhood: "Because the relationship between people is never measured by the time they spend together."
It is not an easy task to arrange Xiaoyaozi's funeral.
But fortunately, there are elderly people in the village to help.
Just being surrounded by circles of crying children made Yan Yian feel overwhelmed.
He used to think that his grandfather’s riddle was the biggest obstacle he had ever encountered in his life, but now it seems that the crying of a child was the real problem.
He became even more determined to train Yan Xianjue to take over.
Even if Yan Xianjue really couldn't do it, he would just follow Uncle Zhou's example and capture his son to raise him. In short, Yan Yian swore that he would never have his own children, never!
He rubbed his temples and arranged for someone to go back and pick up Yan Wan and Yan Shan.
I found a quiet place to rest my ears, and also to call Yan Ci and ask him if he could take a leave.
Whether Yan Ci can come back is one thing, but if he is not notified, that is another matter.
As the number one Husky in the family, he can lift the roof of the house.
Yan's father didn't notice it at first, but after the old man in the village reminded him, he realized that Xiaoyaozi was wearing a Taoist robe today.
However, it was different from the ones he usually saw for performing rituals. It was more plain, so for a moment he thought it was a training suit similar to the one he wore yesterday.
By chance, an old lady from the village asked him, "How many sets of mourning clothes do you need to prepare?"
Father Yan calculated and said, "Please help me prepare seven items first. I'm not sure everyone can come here now."
"OK."
Originally, Yan's father thought that he would need to spend some time explaining to the elders in the village why their village chief suddenly died after meeting them.
As a result, the elderly accepted it faster than Yan's family.
The old lady said: "The village chief told us a long time ago that he stayed here to wait for some people to come."
"When they come, he'll be gone."
"The people he's waiting for are you, right?"
Father Yan pursed his lips and nodded in acknowledgement: "It should be us."
The old lady said with a hint of accusation: "Then why did you come so late? It's not right to make an old man wait for you for so long."
Father Yan: “…”
You have to ask his father about this question.
Can't you write the riddle a little simpler?
But what could Father Yan do? He still had to take the blame: "It's our fault."
The old lady shook her head and said with some empathy: "When people get old, they just want to be reunited with their family. You have quite a few family members, so how can you let him be all alone?"
Yan's father keenly realized that the old lady might not be talking about just Xiaoyaozi.
He nodded and agreed, "Yeah."
The bulk of the funeral arrangements were made by Yan's father and Yan Yian.
Yan Xianjue has some little troubles of his own now.
When he finally calmed down and got up from Yan's mother's shoulder, Yan Xianjue felt a little embarrassed, and Yan's mother did not tease him at this time.
He just whispered, "Go and say goodbye to him."
Yan Xianjue nodded.
Then he was pestered by the children.
First it was Fatty, who sat limply on the ground beside him, tears falling onto the floor.
Yan Xianjue tried to comfort him: "Grandpa Village Chief has turned into a star in the sky."
Who knew that the fat man with a baby voice would explain to him seriously at this time: "Grandpa Village Chief is dead. Once he's dead, he'll never show up again. You can only visit his tombstone occasionally. You can't eat, talk, or hug Fatty anymore."
Yan Xianjue, who once truly believed that his grandfather had gone to heaven to become a star, said: "..."
Another person that Yan Xianjue found very difficult to deal with was Mai Mai.
Because when he was about to go and prepare for the funeral with his elder brother, Mai Mai firmly believed that he should be with these little kids.
Because: "I saw it all, big brother, you were hiding in your mother's arms and crying, so you are also a child."
Yan Xianjue: “…”
Yan Xianjue covered her mouth: "Shut up, I'll buy you some candy."
Mai Mai puffed up her cheeks and closed her mouth unhappily.
Xiaoyaozi's funeral went relatively smoothly, and Xiaoyaozi himself played the biggest role in it.
He had mentioned to the elders in the village a long time ago that there was no need to follow Taoist burial procedures.
According to rural rituals, everything should be kept simple.
He only requested the address of his own grave.
The old lady looked very sad. "The village chief doesn't want to bother us to go find a Taoist priest outside. He always tells us not to be superstitious, and he's also worried that we might be cheated by a fake Taoist priest."
The Yan family watched as the entire village came to busy themselves with Xiaoyaozi's funeral. Father Yan said, "This is what he deserves."
There was just one thing: a slight disagreement between the Yan family and the villagers.
According to rural customs, the person responsible for breaking the pot should be the eldest son or grandson.
Because they represent the right to speak at home.
Although the Yan family and the village chief are not relatives, he is the only younger generation they know.
They thought it was Yan's father or Yan Yian who broke the pot.
But the Yan family and Yan Xianjue both thought that Yan Xianjue should come.
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