A piece of paper

Chapter 4
He Xianjin's expression was too fierce.

The seductive lips of flower petals turned into the soul of a monster eating people.

The eyes that were long and narrow turned into swords that the evil spirits kill.

His face is cold and his heart is cruel.

Chen Silang flashed these four words, and shivered unconsciously.

"Have you heard clearly!"

He Xianjin pressed his fingers hard, and saw that Chen Silang's face had four more palm prints.

Chen Silang nodded in panic.

He Xianjin let go of his hands, turned his hands behind his back, and secretly moved his trembling joints.

Chen Silang grinned and looked for cold water, moaning and shaking his hands.

In his heart, He Xianjin assigned him a BGM from a certain App in his previous life.

"Momofuku! Momofuku! Water! Cold water! Get me some water!"

In this situation, Chen Silang didn't care about the subwoofer anymore.

Outside the mourning hall, only the squawks of high school students in the voice-changing period remained.

He Xianjin didn't want to give another look, and walked into the mourning hall with his hands behind his back.

After a long while, the screaming outside the corridor disappeared.

Hiding behind the white banner, Mrs. Zhang, who had a panoramic view of all this, was shaking with the box in her hand.

What did she see! ?

She saw He Xianjin's oil bottle, and poured Shiro a bowl of boiling wax oil!

That oil is so hot!
Freezes when cold!
It's like sticking a layer of hot rice that can't be shaken off!
The back of Shiro's right hand was as red as a shrimp shell!
This... this is the master... or the third wife's favorite young son... or the right hand for writing and reading...

Mrs. Zhang was trembling, and the box in her hand was knocking.

He Xianjin's eyes swept over.

Mrs. Zhang's knees softened and she almost knelt on the ground.

"Kim... Kim Sister"

He Xianjin nodded lightly, "Are you giving my mother a four-color saving box?"

Mrs. Zhang nodded hurriedly, "Yes, yes! It's been a day, and it's time to change the offering box!"

He Xianjin smiled and said, "Thank you Mama Zhang for loving me."

Mrs. Zhang waved her hands again and again as she fled backwards, "Don't dare! Don't do what you deserve!"

About to escape, Mrs. Zhang gritted her back teeth, leaned her head halfway, and said, "Sister Jin, what happened just now, you have to inform the third master in advance, be soft and cry, the third master Eat this set... don't wait until the third wife asks the teacher, it will be too late!"

He Xianjin raised his eyebrows in surprise.

Mrs. Zhang hastily added, "We watched you grow up too. When you were young, I washed the bed-wetting sheets for you!"

.....
Oh, it turned out to be a friendship formed by a bed-wetting sheet.

He Xianjin looked away and didn't speak.

The silence made Mrs. Zhang sweat inexplicably on her back.

"He won't say anything."

When Mrs. Zhang thought that He Xianjin couldn't speak, He Xianjin broke the silence softly, "The uncle in the front yard is trying to show his spirit. He sneaked into the women's residence in the backyard secretly. The head of the family found out. He has no good fruit to eat."

Immediately after the topic changed, "However, tidying things up must be indispensable—if you really love me, help me buy ten pieces of jute paper and ink outside."

Jute paper is the cheapest.

With that said, He Xianjin stuffed half a dime to Mrs. Zhang.

The Chen family has nothing, is there any paper left?
Go to any concierge at will, and you can get a few pieces of paper.

This half hanging money is purely for her.

Mrs. Zhang rubbed her hands and didn't take the copper coin, "I still want your money? Your mother just died, so it's not easy to do anything, so save more money for yourself."

He Xianjin thought for a while and then said, "Then do we have a good pen? The one with a hard tip?"

This profession is not right.

Pen, this business belongs to the Wang family next door.

Mrs. Zhang shook her head.

He Xianjin saw the bamboo tube pen in the Gansu Museum in his previous life, but he couldn't remember which dynasty dug it out, so he guessed it was not the right time.

"Then please help me find a small piece of bamboo tip, I can use it."

Mrs. Zhang wanted to ask what's the use, but she also thought about Chen Silang's shrimp shells that were so hot that the back of his hand was so hot, she quickly kept her mouth shut and said "yes".

In less than a moment, Mrs. Zhang came back with her things.

Force is worth such a thing, sometimes it is simple and easy to use.

When everyone left, the entire mourning hall was so quiet that even the burning candles made a concrete sound.

Although it is full of people's voices and frequent exchanges during the day, after the face is changed, dust will return to dust, dust will return to dust, and they will part ways without any connection.

She was on a hospital bed in her previous life, and her goal was to stay alive.

what about now?

In this absurd era where a man pays a month's worth of flowers to buy a coffin jade for a woman, and is praised by others, in this weird era of "I am the master, you are a servant, and you don't even have a share in incense", in this " Please beg the third master to take advantage of his soft-heartedness and settle your own affairs" bullshit era.

What is her goal?
Her life, her worth, her future are determined by others.

But no one can decide what is going on in her mind.

He Xianjin knelt in front of the coffin, as if there were flames beating in his eyes.

The candles in the mourning hall did not go out all night.

Just after dawn, the funeral people came, followed by Chen Sanye in a daze.

Before carrying the coffin, He Xianjin seriously kowtowed three times towards the coffin.

Since then, she has lived with the lives of three people.

Chen Sanye insisted that the funeral procession go through the gate of the Chen family in a dignified manner.

The two gates of the inner courtyard resolutely stopped the young love brain.

The leader of the funeral team gave Mr. Chen an idea.

"Let's take a detour and touch the concentric lake on the veranda. I know a small door that is unattended all year round. You can also reach the front yard from there."

He Xianjin glanced at the speaker.

The funeral team followed this route and rushed all the way towards the front yard.

Mr. Chen happily rewarded each of the funeral team with a silver coin, and encouraged them loudly, "Just do it! As long as Ai Niang's coffin leaves the gate of Chen's house, I will reward ten golden melon seeds each!"

The funeral suona was blown even louder.

He Xianjin held He Ainiang's tablet, dressed in hemp and mourning, and followed closely behind Chen Sanye.

Another casual affair that was about to crash into the front yard.

A middle-aged man with a horn beard rushed forward with red eyes, "You can't do it! Third master! If you don't see each other for nothing, you will never see each other for a hundred years! Take He Xiaoniang out through the side door!"

Chen Fu brushed it away, "Where do you go for the funeral tomorrow?"

The middle-aged man was about to cry, "My lord is going through the gate!" He patted his thigh, "There is no precedent for my aunt's funeral at the gate!"

"Ai Niang went out from the main gate this time, there will be a precedent next time!"

Chen Fu made up his mind and glanced at the mourning hall not far away.

There are as many people inside as ants, and they are so busy that they can't be looked down upon!

With his head held high, Chen Fu drove the coffin bearers away, and put the coffin on his shoulders, and shouted the horn to direct the crowd to move forward.

"Make him crazy!"

A full-bodied female voice.

It is the head of the Chen family, Mrs. Qu.

Mrs. Qu combed a smooth bun and wore a black linen dress. She has a round face and a short figure, but she has an extremely upright demeanor.

When Mrs. Qu was walking, her right foot was dragging on the ground. It was obviously inconvenient for her to walk, but her momentum remained undiminished with her crutches.

When Chen Fu saw his mother, he shrank his neck reflexively.

Unexpectedly, this time, his old mother turned the tiger away from the mountain and did not hit the back of the head.

With a "snap", the crutch hit Chen Fu's knee socket.

Chen Fu's knees softened, seeing that the coffin was crumbling!

Holding the memorial tablet, He Xianjin rushed forward, and a corner of He Ainiang's coffin hit He Xianjin's back hard!

"Well!"

A sharp pain spread rapidly up the spine.

He Xianjin bit his lips tightly.

This damn love brain.

Harm others and harm yourself!
　Thank you, Sister Ming, for your reward.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)