The light of light rose from the horizon.

The pool water shines under the sun, and the alfalfa grassland and lavender fields in the distance are sprinkled into a golden color.

This is the attic balcony, and Han Xuan slept here last night.

There is a folding bed on it. It is windy in summer nights, with the smell of stars and the grass that has just been cut, and there are no mosquitoes.

It seems that this kind of hateful little insect will avoid Han Xuan. Anyway, he has never been bitten since he was a child, which really makes the boy's father envious. If there are tender things, they will not bite them. But they like their old skin and flesh. Every summer, he is the most unlucky.

Fat Ding curled up beside his master. Before he woke up, he leaned on the bed in a large shape, occasionally scratching his belly, his tail drooping on the edge of the bed, and his paws were pressed by Han Xuan and felt a little uncomfortable, so he pulled it out and turned over.

"Dong!"

It fell down...

Resentment grabbed the sheets and wanted to climb up, but it was too much oil and it was a little difficult. My short legs kept scratching and my face wrinkled together.

Guo's mother was bent down and came out of the wooden window in the study. She walked to the balcony and pushed it. Then Fat Ding breathed a sigh of relief and sat on the bed.

Han Xuan was woken up by his mother, wiped his eyes and stood up, murmured, "What's wrong, mom?"

"Old Hall's funeral begins at nine o'clock. I'm going to Augusta Town later and get up and prepare." Guo's mother packed up the sheets scattered on the ground and said, "The clothes are ready, and you're on your room bed. Come down and have breakfast, Joanna is doing it."

I haven't seen my son for a long time. Guo's mother spoke very kindly. Han Xuan knew that she had left home for a long time and was like this when she first returned home. I don't know how long it will last before she became disgusted again.

By the pool of the small garden, the cowboys with Old Hall were well-connected, and they wore black and dark blue clothes today.

The cowboys wore black ties. John bought dozens of white flowers last night and distributed them to them to avoid them on their chests. Aunt Kelly wore a gray long dress and gathered together to talk with three or four cowboy families who were dressed up.

Snow Mountain Ranch rarely encounters such things, and no one knows how to deal with them. Even Old Patton, who is in his sixties and who thinks he will be the first, sighs a little, and tries to smile as much as possible and lowers his head to sort out his clothes.

Han Xuan saw that everyone was basically there through the window. He quickly finished his breakfast, took the white flowers handed over by Joanna, said thank you, put them in his shirt pocket, and dozens of people took more than ten cars to drive towards Augusta Town.

...

Being led by my father into the ancient church.

There is a paradise in the East and a paradise in the West. Han Xuan feels that although people leave this world after death, they have a home.

Old Hall was a devout Christian during his lifetime. He thought he would rather have funerals in the cemetery than holding a funeral.

The coffin was delivered yesterday and placed in the church with relatives and friends taking turns to watch. John introduced it, which is a customary practice to show respect to the deceased.

The Christian attitude of calmness and calmness towards death is very obvious at the funeral of Old Hall. The ceremony is very simple. Most of the people attending the funeral are mournful but not hurt, and of course there are times when tears flash.

But Han Xuan had never seen any scenes of crying loudly, beating his chest and stamping his feet, and crying until he fainted. This was obviously different from his time in China.

Today's memorial service is themed "Celebrating the Life of the Dead". It is to remember the beautiful past of our ancestors. Sadness and sorrow are secondary.

The coffin was placed on the stage, surrounded by various flowers, and the priest stood beside him and presided over the ceremony.

The eulogy delivered by Mrs. Hall at the funeral was not all sad and sad, but a long-term discussion of the fame and fortune of Hall during her lifetime, but more of the recollection of some small anecdotes that express Hall's unique personality. While everyone smiled, they diluted the sad atmosphere.

The same is true for Old Hall's relatives and friends to speak on stage, and they sometimes make the guests in the audience laugh.

For example, Sister Hall said that when he was four years old, he secretly kissed a girl, and was caught and beaten by the girl's father. The girl still remembers this incident.

Han Xuan didn't know if Old Hall was still alive, would his father come to the stage to speak today. Anyway, Hall's family didn't inform him today, so the eulogy written by Han Qianshan would naturally be useless.

After singing the hymns, when the pastor announced the end, several relatives and friends helped to cover the coffin, carry it onto the hearse, and drive all the way east. Other vehicles would not be inserted into the funeral convoy at will. In addition to being abiding by the regulations of US traffic regulations, they are also respectful to the deceased.

The cemetery is called "Angel's Greenland", which is only a few dozen meters away from the residential area. Americans and Canadians like to live near it and think that the cemetery has better feng shui.

There are lush trees everywhere here, with tombstones densely lined up on the east, south and west sides, while there are few tombstones on the north side. Han Xuan was curious about this and turned his doubts to his father.

Han’s father straightened out his son’s hair that was blown by the wind and explained softly: “The north is usually where prisoners, murderers or suicides are buried.”

"The north of the altar of the Christian church is where the gospel is read. The main purpose of the gospel is to make sinners repent, so the north is set for those sinners who need to be saved." Aunt Kelly is a Christian, and she knows more about the customs and adds a sentence in a low voice.

The tomb has been dug up. Influenced by the early Western culture of "Dream Worship" it is usually facing east and west, that is, the deceased face is facing east. A brief farewell ceremony was held during the burial, following behind his parents and saying goodbye to Hall's family.

When I left, I remembered that the beautiful part of Hall's personal character was taken away, and what was positive and positive, so sadness became secondary.

...

Side of Flathead National Forest Park.

Winnie followed a tourist slowly. The man in front of him panted and ran desperately, with his expression on his face looking like he was about to cry.

Winnie wondered if she was chasing her behind, she was just a walk, and the baby bear was vegetarian and not human.

When I passed by the mountain, I met the black-nosed sheep and stopped and raised my bear's paw and greeted me. These little guys were all cute and I was no longer afraid of seeing the bears more often. Unfortunately, not every bear is Winnie. After they lost two or three companions, they still didn't understand this truth.

Winnie roared twice and speeded up.

Tourists rolled and crawled, and there was no time to consider. If they wanted to chase the Kodiak brown bear at the speed, they would not be able to escape even if they rode a motorcycle.

I only know how to move forward and hope to meet other people in this ranch, so it is better to have a gun.

The Snow Mountain Ranch has nearly 80,000 acres.

Giving him hope, and making him despair.

"This is too big!"
Chapter completed!