I, the lord of ghost stories

"Time really flies. In the blink of an eye, Qianxue has grown up and even met a boyfriend."

The proprietress was full of emotion as she skillfully poured the tea into the small and classic porcelain cup.

"Watching the young grow up and the old die, that's what time is.

If you don't dislike my nagging, Qianxue should go and have a look too, Mr. Inada also took care of you in the past. "

"Is that so, I don't even have any impression."

"It's because of my young age."

Qian Yu Qianxue seemed a little touched when she heard what the proprietress said.

In retrospect, the impression that he was a kind old man seemed a bit vague, but he also had the memory of visiting Daddy's house.

Being cared for as a child is for sure.

"In that case, I'll pay a visit, too."

The first thing I did when I returned to my hometown was to attend the elder's funeral.

This cannot but be said to be a disappointment.

It's just helpless.

People will always grow old and die.

So the two of them decided to attend the funeral.

It's just that there is no formal attire for the funeral for a while.

"Formal suits, I can lend them to you."

I politely thanked the proprietress, and in about an hour or two, I found the costumes needed to participate in the funeral.

Japanese funerals use black as the primary color.

The clothes of the visitors are exquisite, and the whole body is mainly black.

For women it is a funeral dress, a black handbag, generally a pearl necklace, and light makeup.

Male black suit black tie, white shirt.

The clothes brought by the proprietress were unexpectedly just right.

"The incense ceremony money must be prepared first, I will put 3000 yen, after all, I am a stranger.

For Qianxue, 5000 yen is enough without a job. "

Xiangdian money is also called Yuxuanqian and Yuxiangdian, and the amount is generally 3000~

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Not far from the hotel, there is a convenience store, where I bought the packaging bags of Mikadenori and writing pens specially used for Buddhist rituals.

Write some words of condolence with a writing pen on the white and clean bag, and put it in banknotes.

In Japan, 80 million people go to the end of their lives every year.

This is a country that attaches great importance to funeral etiquette, so traditional funeral etiquette is still very popular today.

The funeral is usually held at home in two days, and everything is arranged by the relatives of the deceased or people from the work unit.

This person has to discuss specific matters with all relatives and the funeral company that arranges the funeral, and Buddhist precepts should be considered when choosing a date.

After the date is fixed, the relevant personnel will be notified separately.

Notify which day will be held for "all night" (night vigil) and which day will be held for "farewell ceremony".

The farewell ceremony is generally held the next day after the whole night, usually at noon.

Relatives and neighbors, as well as the leaders of the unit, will participate in the all-night and farewell ceremony, and must wear black dresses.

Most people only need to go once on the day of the farewell ceremony.

A farewell ceremony is smaller and more formal.

Most of the people who had ordinary contacts with the deceased only came all night, and the relatives and colleagues of the deceased basically both attended.

Yuu Sifeng and Qianyu Qianyu only need to participate in the All Night Ceremony.

After learning the exact time from the hotel proprietress, she didn't have the heart to wander around, but just waited quietly to show respect for the deceased.

The maroon light reflected the entire sky, and gradually sank down bit by bit.

At the beginning of twilight, climbing up the treetops, hazy shadows enveloped the town that was about to enter the night.

The night is slightly cool, with the tidal sea breeze blowing, and the wind chimes under the narrow corridor sway gently.

The soft orange wall lamps, the old-fashioned lantern-like colored lights on the ceiling, and the twilight lights hanging in various places in the courtyard have all been lit up unconsciously.

After changing into formal attire, Yuu Sifeng and the two walked to the entrance.

"Are the two of you going to attend the funeral of Daddy's family?"

Bending and kneeling on the floor, it was a young waiter in his 20s who handed them the shoes.

"So, do you need to reserve dinner for the two of you?"

She cares thoughtfully.

"Why do you ask that?"

"Because if you participate in the funeral, it may not suit your appetite. After all, it is a sad thing."

"At that time, after seven o'clock in the evening, there were no dishes in the restaurant of the hotel, so I asked the guests what they thought."

"If necessary, I will prepare dinner for the two of you in a while, and you can eat it when you come back and heat it up."

Maybe he mistakenly thought that Yuu Sifeng was the nephew of old Mr. Inada.

From Qian Renxue's point of view, it can't be wrong... But it's not a particularly intimate one, and it's not so sad that she can't eat.

"I always feel that my aunt is trying to feed me fat..."

Qianxue smiled and complained.

"No, thank you."

"The whole crab feast at noon is delicious, and I'm a bit full!"

Speaking of it, Yuu Sifeng couldn't believe it, but Qianyu Qianxue was a bit full... Obviously, with the whole crab feast, a single plate was only one or two bites.

After recognizing Qianxue, the proprietress, Aunt Yoshihara, seemed extra enthusiastic.

It's as if you want to complete these years at once.

It is natural for the residents to change their attitudes whether they are locals or children who have grown up watching them.

This is the case in many places in Dongying. As for the enthusiasm for the guests, it is another matter.

The enthusiasm for outsiders is just etiquette, and there is still repulsion in his bones.

Watched by the waiter, the two stepped out of the hotel gate.

Walking out of the Yoshihara Hotel, you can see the blue sea in the alley in front of the door.

Walk slowly along the shortcut, and after a while, you will see a street facing the sea.

The twilight is gray, and there is still a little glimmer of light in the pale blue sky in the distance.

The street lamps on the spacious and tidy road cast soft light, illuminating the surroundings, hanging here one by one, in the style of lanterns ingeniously.

It feels like going back to ancient times, very emotional.

Walking on the street, one of the most intuitive feelings is - tranquility.

It seems that no matter how many people are walking, everyone is immersed in the quiet beauty of the ancient town, and there is little noise.

The cleanliness here is a rare good thing for tourists.

Especially when you have just come from a city full of traffic and hustle and bustle, it will feel like a world away.

It's as if the flow of time here has slowed down.

There is a railing on the side of the road, and the lake is across the railing.

The surface of the lake is glowing with silvery light, which complements the red halo on the top of the snow mountain not far away.

The small cafe by the lake run by an old lady has a warm and homely feeling.

Obviously there are not many guests, but there is always laughter.

On the stone steps next to the shrine, there is a young boy with blond hair and blue eyes who is alone, sitting there, focusing on sketching with the light in front of the shrine.

There is no noise from tour groups, no selfie sticks, and no shopping bags. It is so quiet that you can hear the sound of waterfalls from a distance.

Everything is so contented and peaceful, I don't know why, people are embarrassed to speak loudly to disturb this tranquility.

Walking side by side in this poetic town, neither of them spoke much.

Occasionally, it is just a look back, a smile, and a few simple words, and you can feel the tacit understanding between each other.

A day's play, coupled with the evening scenery that I went out early to enjoy at this moment, is enough to satisfy my heart.

At the appointed time, the two arrived at Inada's house 3 minutes ahead of schedule.

Too early, the host may not be fully prepared.

It's too late, and I'm suspected of being late.

Neither early nor late, just arrived about 3 minutes early.

The rice field family is the leading wealthy family in the local area, and the gate is unbelievably large.

"On behalf of Qian Yu's family, I will give a separate gift money at that time, and Yuu can represent yourself."

Unless she is married, Qianyu Qianxue is still a member of Qianyu's family.

Step into a mansion befitting of lavish doors and grounds.

There was a young woman in black waiting here.

She led Sifeng Yuanyou and the others to the side of the mansion. There were already people waiting here, sitting behind the table, holding a booklet, and writing down the name of anyone who came.

Several people had already arrived before Sifengyuanyu and them.

"May I ask your name?"

"Qianyu Qianxue."

"Yu Sifengyuan."

After registering the name and address, I handed over the censer money with both hands to the staff who seemed to be relatives (御霊前, 御香丹.

Visitors and gift money must be registered in the register for return gifts.

No matter who comes, this gift money must be given.

About [-] to [-] yen at a time.

Neighbors can pay less because they want to help.

Dongying people are very fussy about this.

For those who gave incense gift money, after the funeral, thank you letters should be sent to them, and "thank you gift money" should be given back.

The amount of "thank you gift money" is generally half or 1/3 of the incense gift money given by the other party.

At the same time, gifts such as bath towels, quilts, wool, white cloth, pottery, lacquerware, tea, etc. must be returned.

In short, there is a principle - the money spent by the guests participating in the funeral is basically given back to you through gifts, thank you money, banquets, etc.

No more, no less, roughly equal.

In recent years, there have been occasional expressions of gratitude in the form of donations not to individuals but to social welfare facilities.

In this case, it is often necessary to send a thank-you letter with words such as "inheriting the wishes of the deceased and respecting the donation to social welfare".

During and after the funeral, thank or return gifts to the mourners, monks, priests, and others who helped with the funeral.

For those who come to participate in the "wake of the dead", a casual banquet is required; for those who go to the burial ground and those who participate in the burial ceremony, they should be invited to their own homes or restaurants for dinner; for drivers or crematorium staff, etc. Thank you by putting one or two thousand yen in a small paper bag with "志" on it; and send some money in the name of "traffic expenses" to other helpers.

For monks, remuneration should be paid according to the number of chanting sutras and the length of time.