dream village

Shufu's funeral was still held on the school playground, because he died accidentally outside, and according to local customs, he could not be held in the barn in Hejiawan.The playground was very lively. Except for the occasional crying of family members, what I saw and heard was basically a festive atmosphere.It seems that the white wedding and red office has been slowly accepted by the villagers.

Funerals after a person's death are generally called white funerals, which is a bit weird.Among them, the word "white" is easy to understand. Dead people are always a bad thing. Even if an elderly person dies of old age or illness, his relatives will naturally have some grief, and the relatives of the deceased all wear hemp and filial piety, and hemp and filial piety are both white.But why it is called a "happy event" is a bit puzzling.Ordinarily, no matter what the cause of the death of a person is, it must be an extremely sad event for the family of the deceased, so how can it be called a happy event?

But in fact, the whole white wedding event was interspersed with grand cultural performances, and even impromptu karaoke with the participation of relatives, friends and passers-by.There is still some crying at white weddings, but most of them are relatives who cry in response to the occasion, and some rich people even hire special mourners to cry on their behalf.

In this way, the white wedding scenes often become extraordinarily funny, crying and shouting, singing or laughing at the same time.Some relatives even sang popular songs while wiping away tears. I really don't know whether his tears were squeezed out or flowed out. If they were, for whom was he shedding them?

Such white weddings are not only nondescript, but also groundless.If it is said that it is to save the dead, and its master is not a Buddha or a Taoist, how can it be saved?

However, it is still understandable to change a way of thinking to look at this matter.You think, when the deceased dies, a new life is about to begin. Isn't this a happy thing?

Besides, people can't be resurrected after death, so what's the use of crying again?Can you cry the dead back to life?

It would be better for everyone to happily send the dead on the road.Anyway, sooner or later, everyone will have such a day, and they will meet each other underground.

Zhang Tao hurriedly walked to the school, thinking that for such a big event, he should not take credit for what happened last night. He should indeed do something to make a good impression on the villagers, especially Aunt Lanhua. Make a good impression.As for why he wanted to make a good impression on Aunt Lanhua, he didn't think much about it, and besides, it wasn't the time or situation to think about it now.

When the people on the playground saw Zhang Tao coming, they all greeted him enthusiastically, but after saying hello, these people went on their own, and no one asked him for instructions or arranged for him. thing.

Zhang Tao was a little puzzled, am I not a hero?Aren't you following my lead in everything?Why does it seem that there is nothing wrong with me now?I just laughed that Mengfang came to eat and drink, but now I am also in this role?

In fact, the one who sang the dirge at the white wedding was organized by a set of Li Xian team that his father participated in; The "walking head" organized and arranged for some men and women in the village to be busy.Such as chef, helper, Eight Immortals (coffin bearers), water bearers, cookers, tea burners, hospitality, etc. These tasks are carefully and clearly divided, and then written on a piece of white paper and posted on the wall superior.People in the village went to help out when they saw their names, so there was no need to shout.His mother and sister are also busy here because they are on the list.

As for Brother Tao, he really has nothing to do with this lively scene, he only has something to watch and eat.

Zhang Tao first idly turned around on the playground, looking east and west, everyone was busy with themselves, and no one even talked to him.

At noon, the sun was very strong. Zhang Tao was sweating profusely and found nothing to do, so he sat under the awning in front of the cemetery.

He thought, Brother Tao needs to be strong and talented, so why isn't there anything I can do?If you don't do anything, how can you eat other people's bowls?

Zhang Tao saw his cousin Wei Yun's face was flushed, and he was blowing the trumpet with his mouth puffed up.He patted his thigh, yeah!How could I forget about playing the trumpet?

You see how hard my cousin blows, can't I help him?Wouldn't he be upright when he was going to eat?You can even go to the master's table to make a living.Thinking of this, Zhang Tao acted immediately and walked to Wei Yun.

"Brother Yun, let me blow it up for you." Zhang Tao shouted enthusiastically.

Because of the loud noise and Wei Yun playing it hard, Zhang Tao even yelled a few words, but Wei Yun didn't hear him.Zhang Tao had to stand in front of Wei Yun, shouting and gesticulating with his hands.

Weiyun saw that it was his heroic brother calling him something, and thought that there were two trumpet players anyway, so it would not matter if he stopped for a while, so he moved the trumpet away from his mouth and asked loudly, "Tugu, what's the matter?" Woolen cloth?"

"Brother, I see you have worked so hard, let me brag for you!" Zhang Tao said thoughtfully.

"Are you okay? This is not your kung fu!" Wei Yun said doubtfully.

"You also taught me to play the trumpet, and it's not like you haven't heard it before." Zhang Tao said in a very arrogant way.

"But it's fun for you to play! This is a band, and it needs more cooperation!" Wei Yun said worriedly.

"That's not the same, don't worry! Brother, the piece you're playing now is "Hengshan Tune", I understand it, and it won't go out of tune!" Zhang Tao assured, patting his chest.

"Okay then! Let you try it!" Seeing that the hero's younger brother promised so much, Wei Yun had no choice but to say.

Zhang Tao played the trumpet quite well, but he could only play one key, which was G key. He was also quite familiar with this piece of "Hengshan Tune" and often played it.

But the problem is, with the progress of Li Sheng's elegy, the trumpet player has to change the song and tone.If the song hadn't changed, the dirge could barely be sung, but if the key hadn't changed, it wouldn't have sung at all.

This lament is impromptu music, it changes with the libretto and the emotion of Li Xian, sometimes high-pitched and sometimes low-pitched, how can it be sung to the end in one tune?

No, the whole band is in the key of C, but he is blowing a high-pitched G key.Lixian couldn't go on singing the dirge, and neither could the other eight students. They all stopped to watch Zhang Tao puffing his toad mouth and playing it like no one else.

Zhang Tao saw so many masters looking at him, and thought that he played so well that everyone would come to watch him play, so he played more proudly, and his voice became louder and louder, and even a good G key was played again. It was raised several times by him and blew into a high-pitched tone, so that the hero's trumpet could be heard throughout the entire descent.

Seeing his younger brother making a fool of himself, Weiyun stomped his feet anxiously, and even pulled Zhang Tao's clothes several times without stopping him, so he had to forcefully snatch the speaker off.