He didn't know if it was because it was the weekend.
There seemed to be more noise in the town than usual.
In front of the Fan family's courtyard, there were some red strips of paper.
No matter how lively yesterday's funeral was, after the people left, the courtyard finally became eternally quiet.
Birth, old age, sickness, and death.
This was unavoidable.
It was happening in every corner of the world.
The Fan family's funeral had just ended.
The old headmaster surnamed Wang from the same small town, Doushan Village, was also going to have his funeral today.
The old principal's mourning hall was built in an abandoned school halfway up the mountain.
Now, it seemed that…
The walls were broken, and it was almost difficult to recognize that this was once a place where people read loudly.
Ever since dawn, more and more people had gathered like a small stream flowing against the current.
From the foot of the mountain, he slowly walked towards the hillside.
Some of these people were former students of the old principal.
There were also distant relatives of the old principal.
These people carried a few knives of paper money or wreaths.
He walked to the simple mourning hall and put down the paper money.
After that, the Wang family followed.
He sent a newly sewn white mourning hat or mourning clothes.
After putting on their mourning clothes, they kowtowed three times to the old principal in front of the coffin in the mourning hall.
As for the only son of the former principal, Wang Xuehai.
He also greeted the guests and kowtowed in return.
Unknowingly, it was already past eight o'clock.
More and more guests arrived, making the abandoned school on the slope look like a vast expanse of whiteness from afar.
White mourning clothes, a white mourning hall, and a white wreath.
Unknowingly, it was already eight in the morning.
Other than these filial sons and grandsons, as well as the former students of the old principal.
The residents of the town started to surround them.
The old principal had a good reputation and connections when he was alive.
Therefore, when everyone watched the funeral, there was no laughter on their faces. Most of them were serious with a hint of regret.
At the same time, some streamers and media people were watching from afar.
One of them was the little streamer from yesterday.
Speaking of which, she realized something when she woke up this morning!
That was because the posts that revealed the news yesterday had disappeared!
Either it had been deleted, or it could not be found.
Now, almost all the fans in her live broadcast room were on Master Su's side like her.
Speaking of which, one of the Weibo posts.
It was written by a fan of the little streamer.
After all, among the many netizens, they had heard the conversation between Sir System and the little streamer with their own ears.
Moreover, this group of people had also heard that amazing flute song in Master Su's small courtyard.
Although these posts and Weibo's popularity had disappeared.
However, the people who paid attention to this matter became even more curious.
In this way.
Yesterday, the people in town mentioned that Master Su would send the old principal off today.
This matter became the focus of many internet celebrities.
Therefore, when everyone heard about the old principal's mourning hall, they all rushed there.
Speaking of which, there were also a few internet celebrities who wanted to be like the little streamer.
Interviewing or secretly taking photos of Su Ming.
However, after Su Ming was prepared, he would not let these people in.
Fan Huai had also arrived on the mountain.
However, he did not gather together like the others.
Instead, he found a place to watch from afar.
At this moment, he saw that the number of internet celebrities holding their phones had not decreased by much, and he frowned.
He had clearly greeted them, but why were there still so many people streaming?
However, he could never have thought of it.
It was him who deleted the post to remove the popularity, but it made everyone more interested in this matter!
Other than Fan Huai, a few people from the Fan family had also come.
However, they weren't that ostentatious. They were more or less in inconspicuous places.
Among these internet celebrities and streamers.
The previous little streamer was considered diligent.
Therefore, she still occupied a relatively high position.
After she was there, she didn't stay idle.
She tiptoed and looked around from time to time.
Whether it was her or the audience in her live broadcast room.
They all wanted to see Su Ming as soon as possible.
However, the little streamer did not know whether to laugh or cry because she did not see Su Ming.
Instead, he found an acquaintance.
"Hey! Grandpa! Here!"
That's right, she found the old man from yesterday!
Speaking of which, to be able to find the old man from yesterday among so many people.
It was indeed not easy.
As for Sir System, he saw that it was the little doll from yesterday.
God, who was stunned for a moment, quickly walked over.
After Sir System walked over, he only nodded slightly at the little streamer.
Then, he did not say anything else.
At first, the little streamer thought that something was wrong with Sir System.
Then, he saw Sir System staring at the old principal's mourning hall. He recalled what he had said yesterday and understood.
This was a funeral, different from the Fan family's funeral yesterday.
It was not just Sir System. The matchmakers in the distance also had serious expressions on their faces.
Seeing this, the little streamer slowly lowered the phone holder that she had raised high.
At the same time, he no longer aimed the camera near the old principal's mourning hall.
Time passed quickly!
Behind them, many children were led by their parents to the mourning hall on the slope.
Sir System did not speak.
The little streamer only found out from the people nearby.
The old principal later volunteered to direct traffic at the school gate when the children were out of school.
These were the parents who brought their children to send the old principal off.
Then, more and more men and women, old and young, began to walk towards the abandoned school.
At the same time.
Seeing this scene, many villagers could not help but squeeze out of the crowd.
Just to kowtow to the old principal in the old principal's mourning hall!
It was half past eight!
After that, no one kowtowed in front of the mourning hall anymore.
However, the people wearing mourning hats also occupied almost the entire hill.
It was a vast expanse of whiteness, as if something was grabbing onto one's heart.
It was a depressing feeling.
The atmosphere was completely different from the one at the Fan family's funeral yesterday.
The atmosphere was a little depressing.
The little streamer looked at the time on her phone.
8:40…
8:50…
After that, there were no more guests, but the grandson of the old principal had no intention of starting the funeral.
This was…
Are you waiting for the Su family's suona?
Just as the little streamer had this thought!
Suddenly!
A rough and penetrating voice rang out!
"Su Family's Suona class has arrived!"
At the same time!
A similar voice came from the mourning hall!
"Filial son, filial daughter, Great Zhi!
Greetings, Master!"
There are too many photoshoppers urging me to write more. I can't finish it. Everyone, give me something else. I'll do my best to add more.
This book comes from：m.funovel.com。