Du is pacing in the dense new house. One day in April, I had put on a tulle shirt. Still, sweat soaked my clothes. The day after I moved into my new house, I carried a solid wood coffin. At this moment, white lanterns were hung inside and outside the house, and a room full of people mourned and gathered in the main hall to burn paper money.
"Father, Commissioner Li came to offer his condolences," said a swaggering young man.
Before the host greeted me, I saw a group of people in uniform marching quickly into the purlin. The wailing in the hall stopped and temporarily entered the wing hall. The leading soldier's dark face was full of sadness, so he took the hand of the head of the family in class and said, "You are always sorry for your loss!" The early death of director Lu is really a loss for our party. " Having said this, he ordered a couplet written by a deputy to be sent and hung in the mourning hall. Write a letter, Yushu has been buried for a long time, and its heart is not strong; Heroic and heroic, always showing off orchids. The soldiers observed a long silence for both sides of the substation. The dark yellow military uniform was wet by the pouring rain, without a moment's frown, just like the scene of Lu Tiannan's strict rank when he was alive.
Lupo coughed a few times and leaned back in the plush chair of the old tree crutch. White-haired people send black-haired people, and the pain in their hearts goes without saying. I think his Lushi family lived in Luling, Jiangxi Province, and has taken root to build an ancestral temple, which is very famous in the province. Not only did their ancestors succeed, but their descendants also had good intentions. Lu Tiannan, the eldest son, is the most proud person in the spring breeze. He followed the Kuomintang at a young age and went to the Whampoa Military Academy. When I was a soldier, I was occasionally seriously ill, but I failed to achieve good news but sent a sad letter. Lu Yannan's third son-Lu touched his cane-the year before last, a fellow villager took a group of people to his ancestral home. Pedestrians are immature, their clothes and shoes are worn out, and some of them fall on the side of the road. Mr. Lu Lao has always been charitable, wine and meat are self-evident, and even took out some silver dollars and things to give to everyone. When Yan Nan was helping, she thought that after listening to the remark that "a single spark can start a prairie fire", she silently packed her things for herself and left together. When he left, the old leader handed Mr. Lu a crutch, which was the one in his hand, saying, "I didn't expect to report it, so I had to use a wooden stick as evidence and report it when he won." From then on, this stick will never leave your hand as a token of missing your youngest son.
If it weren't for the chaos of the times, the explosion of "whew-bang" rang overhead for three days, and I didn't want to leave my hometown. Thanks to my second son, Xian Ai, who stayed at home to help with the care, I can only rely on his youthful strength to move from my hometown to Guilin this time. When the new house was completed, I never expected that the first visitor was my lifeless eldest son.
"Sir, there is a telegram from Mr. Liu in Shanghai." The domestic slave respectfully handed over the note in his hand.
Lu unfolded his creed, ironed out the serious expression on his face and said to his wife, "My old Liu always misses me. Before I shipped the cloth to Shanghai, I bet him that if he could sell it out within a month, he would immediately become a in-law. No, the man who wants a wife is coming. " Madame is very happy to hear this. He also called two school-age ladies to the back room and told them, "Show each of you a photo for your future husband." Hearing this, the two young ladies naturally blushed. Miss San listened and didn't care about the things around her. She is more than 20 years older than her big brother, and her sisters are nearly 10 years older than her. All she knows is that she stayed in a strange place for nearly a month by bus, and she will go to primary school the next day, which is no longer the place called private school.
It's getting dark everywhere, and the light in the white lantern can barely see the busy people. When I moved to a new place, there were many funerals. There were very few people who could help Lu Zhai, and even dinner was not prepared. When Mrs. Zhou visited the next door at noon, she noticed that the new neighbor's house was exquisite and thoughtful, but by lunchtime, no one was eating. I saw that his little girl took one or two kumquats and stuffed them into her mouth at a medium speed, fearing that her father would punish her again.
It's time for dinner again. I saw Mrs. Zhou carrying a burden into the patio from the outside, lifted the bamboo cover on the surface, and suddenly a cloud rose.
It happened that the first lady and the second lady came back from going out and passed the patio. They can't help but sigh: "It smells good!" He went up to see what had happened. When Mrs. Zhou saw that they were coming towards her, she quickly spread out two white porcelain bowls, put two white things into a boiling porcelain pot and stirred them for a while, then fished them out and threw them into the bowls, and opened another cover, two spoonfuls of juice and three spoonfuls of ingredients. While walking, the two young ladies watched the performance, and they also wondered, "Mrs. Zhou, what unique skills did you give to the performance?" Mrs. Zhou handed two bowls first and said, "You try them first. This is the unique skill of Guilin people-rice noodles with burdens. We eat every day, and if we don't worry about powder for a day, we feel uncomfortable. Call your old guy (Guilin dialect: dad) and your brother to eat together. " Two young ladies tasted fresh food and then went back to the back room to ask their families to come and have a look.
After dinner, everyone put Mrs. Zhou away and asked her to tell me about the old customs and new things here. Mrs. Zhou also sat down and explained in detail from the beginning. The war between ghosts and gods shot at the celestial phenomena, the first emperor opened a canal with the help of mountain gods, and Ming Chengzu was stationed in Nanfu, all of which were told as a romance of local chronicles. Everyone is also listening to delusion, as if from the war into a paradise. Zhou Sao didn't stop it. She took a few sips of Xianai's water, as if adding enough motivation, and continued to talk about the changes in recent years.
"You don't know, over the past few years, our general lee and white staff are really amazing, hard work, they make our Kay colorful, and there are all kinds of dance halls and commodities. People say that Guilin has become a small Hong Kong! " Mrs. Zhou proudly said, "Look at the new couple who moved across the hall. They are the Xiao Hong couple who have been mentioned in the newspaper. " A romance in Guilin continued until the rain stopped and several stars lit up in the air.
After the three-day ceremony, everyone moved Mr. Wang's mourning hall to the slant hall, and the purlin began to restore its original use. Before the relocation of Lu Jiaju's family, Lu He Xian Ai visited Guangxi many times and got to know the surrounding situation. In the war, there are few such valleys for people to recuperate. They met two pieces of land early, one is a new home, the other is connected with home, and there are also two entrance rooms as storefronts.
The owner got up early that day and turned into his own shop next door. The orchestra was already waiting at the door, and the father and son gave each one a red paper bag. In the loud suona sound, Xian Ai boarded the lintel and hung a plaque with the words "Feng Wan Shazhai" written in Jinsha ink. Shops with this posture are rare in Fiona Fang for several miles. When the neighbors heard the noise, they all came to watch the fun. At the corner of the street, you can see those golden paint characters flashing. After the opening firecrackers sounded, several rich housekeepers rushed in and demanded "the best cloth in the village". Xian Ai greeted these mammy from morning till night, but when she was busy, she really sold some of the best goods in Bucun. In the afternoon, Buzhuang was busier. When everyone saw the squire and the people from the General's Office coming to buy cloth, they all came in to pick and choose, and all kinds of cloth in Buzhuang were sold everywhere. Lu remembered the gambling made by the Liu family who were doing business with Shanghai. The trade in this small town is booming, but it hasn't been sold out in Shanghai for half a day. When he thought of this, he secretly scolded, this old Liu brother bullied me in the countryside, didn't understand the market in big cities, and insisted on pulling my second daughter as his wife. Despite this thought, his face showed a little red light. It turned out that a few days ago, his two daughters heard about the photo shoot and rushed to the photo studio to take a photo and urged their father to send it. A few days later, there was also a reply from Shanghai saying that she had taken a fancy to two girls. As soon as the Lujia family is arranged properly, she will send someone to pick it up.
In recent days, everything at home has been arranged properly, and Master Lu began to miss his third son Yan Nan. He didn't know the distance.