Prophet of Rebirth

Chapter 221 Funeral

The nights in the hospital are always cold and frightening, but Ye Zhiqiu's place is the most cloudy place in the entire Qiuhua Hospital. Ordinary people will feel dizzy if they stay here for one night, but this is already a breakthrough for him. To Ye Zhiqiu, who is at the fourth level of Qiqingjue, this coldness is nothing at all.

The bright moon in the sky is very bright, but Ye Zhiqiu is not in the mood to admire the moon at this time. After a day, his thoughts have recovered from his grief. Looking at his father's body, he feels that everything is a dream. He made a harmless but painful joke. In his last life, his father died of illness due to smoking.Although his rebirth prevented his father from dying of illness, he still couldn't resist the footsteps of the God of Death, as if God had already predestined this ending, and he just postponed this result for a few years.In the face of his resistance to the sky, he seemed powerless.In other words, his death at the age of 28 is also a doomed ending, but how long he can push this result back, he himself is not sure, judging from his current body.Death from illness seems to be a joke, so will he die in a car accident like his father?

"Heavenly, heavenly! Is it heaven or fate?" Ye Zhiqiu looked bitter, and at this moment he looked extremely confused, remembering the words of the sloppy Taoist priest when he was a child, if it is really heaven, then that day Why didn't it happen to me like last time, but to affect my family?

Ye Zhiqiu felt that his head was hurting, but then he was shocked by an astonishing guess. Although he announced that he would close the mountain when he was in the sixth grade of primary school, he has been subconsciously changing some things over the years. The fate of a person is like that of He Ying, Tan Feng, Tan Niu, and her own father. If these are included in the scope of revealing secrets, then how many secrets have been revealed by myself over the years? He has no way of knowing how much he has accumulated, what will happen when it is too big for him, and whether his relatives will be affected, but the final destination of his father just now proves this point.This made him feel terrified, but he was helpless in the face of this invisible heavenly dispatch.

"The established historical trajectory of the previous life cannot be changed after all." Ye Zhiqiu sighed, and then a cold light flashed in his eyes. His father died of illness, but now he was hit by a car. This murderer will never forgive him. The reason why they don't call the police is to find out the murderer with their own hands and let him pay for his life. After all, the laws of this society are not much different from waste paper in the eyes of the rich. If the police really intervene, what do you think? Revenge is even more difficult.

"Ferrari!" Ye Zhiqiu sighed bitterly again. At that time, he suffered a huge physical and mental blow because of his father's death. He didn't notice the murderer's license plate number at all. He only saw the car model at a glance. The most indispensable thing in the society is the rich, and the few clues he has grasped are equal to nothing, so he went to Yeli to find the murderer in the vast crowd.

The night was as cool as water, and the incense candles were replaced one after another.Seeing that the cigarettes in front of the coffin had been burned out, Ye Zhiqiu took out three cigarettes from his pocket, lit them and placed them in front of the coffin, and whispered, "Dad, you couldn't smoke because of your promise with me, so smoke as much as you can today." , Zhiqiu was not filial when he was alive, if he can still be your son in the next life, he will definitely be filial to you, so go away."

In the early morning, before the dew receded, a corpse truck drove up to Ye Zhiqiu. With red eyes, Ye Zhiqiu got into the vehicle and held the coffin. Ten minutes later, the corpse truck slowly left Qiuhua Town, heading towards Xinghe County crematorium drove to.The scene was the same as the scene when his father died in the last life. The crematorium was already full of folks from his hometown Hutan Village, and several female relatives were crying to death, but Ye Zhiqiu knew that an hour later, they would be laughing in the hotel It's not that they are hypocritical and ruthless, but that there is a custom in Hutan Village that has been passed down in ancient legends. When a person dies like a lamp is extinguished, he is gone. A sad song is used to see him off, but the living people have to smile. Continue to live, so the meal after crying is also called Xiaolejiu. Except for the real relatives of the deceased who accompany with sad and wry smiles, the others may only have a little sourness. After all, they will not escape this fate after a hundred years At that time, it was their children who died laughing and crying at this noisy banquet. The reincarnation of life may be as simple as that.

After eating and drinking, Ye Zhiqiu hugged his father's ashes, got into the car numbly, and embarked on the journey back to Hutan Village. At around five o'clock in the afternoon, the car carrying Ye Zhiqiu finally drove into Hutan Village.Calculated since the last time I came back, it has been six years since I came back, and it will be another six years. The last time I came back was to solve the problem sent by God on myself, but this time it was for my father.

Under the leadership of the old village chief, the people in the village lined up at the intersection consciously. However, this time it was not to welcome Ye Zhiqiu, a village treasure who had forgotten his roots, but to welcome Ye Jiaming, a living treasure of the village. It is the ashes of desolation, and the sky above the open land at the entrance of the village is filled with sorrow that cannot be blown away by the strong wind.

When Ye Zhiqiu got out of the car holding his father's ashes, tears flowed from many people's eyes. Without any scruples, Ye Zhiqiu wiped away the tears. Ye Zhiqiu held back the tears for a long time. After seeing the simple villagers again, he started to rush again, but he did not throw himself into the arms of the elder again. Learn to be strong, learn to take responsibility on your shoulders, and learn to smile happily when you are in pain.

The funeral started at [-]:[-] p.m. and lasted nearly two hours. Before the funeral, Ye Zhiqiu knelt in front of his father's coffin until night fell quietly.

"Baba..." With the sound of a suona, the sad prelude slowly opened. Ye Zhiqiu wore hemp and filial piety, and followed the Taoist priests in front of him numbly. , but since Taoist Master Tianji disappeared, the villagers had to invite a Taoist priest from more than ten miles away.

Just like in the previous life, Ye Zhiqiu followed the Taoist priest around Hutan Village twice with the ashes in his hands, and then went to a vegetable field to pay his respects. Naturally, he couldn't help crying for a while. To Ye Zhiqiu's surprise, there was a person inside He vaguely recognized Ye Xiaomei who he met when he went back to the village secretly to Tianji Mountain. Looking at her red eyes from crying, with deep sadness in them, Ye Zhiqiu was secretly grateful, if many people in the village just had Xiaoxiao is sad, then Ye Xiaomei is definitely hurting from the bottom of her heart, because when her family of three was still in Hutan Village, her father and Ye Xiaomei's father were definitely close friends, and they naturally took care of Ye Xiaomei. In addition, Ye Xiaomei's father was out racing cars all the year round, so the father's responsibility fell on Ye Jiaming. It could be said that Ye Jiaming was Ye Xiaomei's half father.

From the beginning of the funeral to the burial, everything seemed calm and peaceful, but at the moment of the wake, an incident pulled the nerves of the whole village, especially Ye Zhiqiu's nerves, and the anger in his heart broke out uncontrollably.