Ling You threw a piece of paper money into the brazier, then looked up at the coffin in front of him and said, "But I killed Grandma Sun."

Wei Shuyang's face sank: "If you think like this, then Yaxian's death will be in vain."

As he spoke, Wei Shuyang took a puff of cigarette, looked at Sun Yaxian's portrait and said: "Your grandma Sun practiced medicine and acupuncture when she was twelve years old. It was her life's ideal to treat illnesses and save people. She believed that she could be saved at the end of her life."

The life of her grown-up grandson is the most perfect ending to her life, and what is your Lingyou ideal?"

After hearing this, Ling You slowly raised his head, and Wei Shuyang continued: "Xiao Yun has told us what you did in Liushan Town. Your grandma and I are proud of you. That's because of you.

You have helped tens of thousands of farmers in Liushan Town with your own efforts. But what are you telling me now? That you are wrong? Tell me, where did you go wrong?"

Ling You turned his head and looked at Wei Shuyang's figure. That old figure seemed extremely broad in his eyes, so wide that it could cover his weak and helpless self.

"Grandpa Wei..."

Wei Shuyang waved his hand: "You are not wrong. What is wrong are those who abuse their power. What is wrong are those who are selfish. What is wrong is that the meager rights given to them by the country and the people are wrongly used to pressure the people to the greatest extent.

Those people on my body. And what did you do wrong, Lingyou?"

As he spoke, Wei Shuyang excitedly pointed to the portrait in front of the coffin: "She, Sun Yaxian, died at the hands of you Lingyou. If you are really uneasy about your grandma Sun's death, then you will take revenge on those people, and

It’s not about feeling guilty and blaming yourself in front of us two old guys.”

After listening to Wei Shuyang's words, Ling You burst into tears. In the dead of night, Wei Shuyang's words exploded in Ling You's ears like thunder, and his voice lingered for three days without stopping.

Ling You didn't say anything, but the paper money squeaked in his hands. After a moment, Ling You kowtowed three times to Sun Yaxian's portrait.

At dawn the next day, Ling You changed into a new black shirt, black trousers and black leather shoes.

Because Sun Yaxian was alone all her life, without any marriage or nieces, Ling You and Ling Yun tied filial piety hoops on their arms, tied filial piety belts around their waists, and wore sackcloth on their heads, as the filial son and grandson of the deceased.

.Every time someone enters the small courtyard, the brother and sister will bow and salute to show their gratitude.

When the sky turned dark, in the small Yungang Village, cars lined up all the way from Sanqitang to the entrance of the village, and there was an endless stream of people paying their condolences, including dignitaries, businessmen, and villagers.

Among them were many of Sun Yaxian's former patients who came from Changyuan City, Linjiang Province in the early morning. Within a few moments, they included Shang Yuanzhi, Secretary of the Jiangning Provincial Party Committee, Qin Songbai, Governor of Hedong Province, Deputy Director of Jiangning Provincial Public Security Department and

Du Heng, director of the Yuyang Municipal Public Security Bureau, Chu Zijian, director of the Jiangning Provincial Department of Health, and others sent wreaths to fill the courtyard.

The host of this funeral was still village chief Wei Dabao. When the time came, Wei Dabao started the ceremony. The whole process was solemn and depressing. Even today's weather seemed to be moved by it, with dark clouds covering the sun.

Gray.

It wasn't until Wei Dabao let out a heart-rending scream that Ling You stepped forward, picked up an earthen basin, raised it high above his head and shouted, "Grandma, you have a good trip."

After saying that, he fell heavily to the ground. In an instant, the earthenware basin was smashed into pieces, and then a car with a license plate ending in 082 drove to the door of the small courtyard. Wei Dabao held a paper rooster and placed it on the roof of the car, and then

Walked back to the small courtyard.

The meaning of the license plate is that Sun Yaxian died at the age of eighty, plus one day, and one year is exactly eighty-two. The paper rooster represents the folk custom of "the golden rooster leads the way."

After doing all this, several strong men in the village got ready in front of the coffin, watched Wei Dabao closely, and after chanting a few folk funeral words, Wei Dabao raised his hand and shouted: "Wake up."

Immediately, a suona sound resounded through the sky, and several big men carried the coffin and walked out together behind Ling You, who was holding the portrait.

Qin Geng, Du Heng, Mai Xiaodong, Xue Yayan and others also followed behind with solemn expressions. Because Qin Geng often went to Sun Yaxian for acupuncture, he had a different emotion towards Sun Yaxian than the others. At this moment, he was already crying.

Made me cry.

Then, under the darkness of the funeral procession of hundreds of people, everyone went up to the hill where Ling Guangbai was buried. At this time, a deep pit had already been dug in front of Ling Guangbai's tomb.

This was also Sun Yaxian's last wish before her death, which was to be buried beside Ling Guangbai's grave and reunite with him underground.

Immediately afterwards came the official burial. Wei Shuyang, who was hunched over, stood in front of the two's graves, but he did not cry and fainted several times like Ling Guangbai did when he died. Instead, he remained silent for a long time, not even a drop of tear fell, and just looked at that person.

Two cold tombstones, eyes fascinated.

After the soil was buried, the monument was erected, and the ceremony was over, Ling You asked Wei Dabao and asked Xue Yayan and Ling Yun to help him take care of the visitors, while he stood in front of the two tombstones with Wei Shuyang.

Ling You's eyes have gotten better today. Although his vision is still a little blurry, he is closer and can see people's faces clearly. At this time, he looked at Wei Shuyang's appearance and couldn't help but feel distressed, so he stepped forward and held Wei Shuyang tightly.

Holding the arm of the crutch: "Grandpa Wei, it's windy today, let's go back."

When Wei Shuyang heard this, he shook his head and said nothing. It was not until a gust of wind passed over the hill that Wei Shuyang gritted his teeth and burst into tears.

Upon seeing this, Ling You hugged Wei Shuyang and stroked his back gently, but he couldn't say a word of comfort. He knew that the feelings of these old people were not something he could empathize with, and he had lived for most of his life.

An old man who has lived his whole life like a human being, how can he not understand the principle that the dead should be mourned by the living? Wei Shuyang does not need comfort now, he may just need to cry loudly to vent the sorrow he has suppressed in his heart.

After Wei Shuyang sobbed on Ling You's back like a child for a long time, he slowly said: "Xiao You, Grandpa Wei, I have no friends anymore!"

When Ling You heard these words, a sense of sadness surged into his heart. He tried hard not to cry anymore, so he bit his lip with his teeth and drew blood.

"Grandpa Wei, you have to take care of yourself. If you have any problems, Xiaoyun and I will really have no relatives anymore."
Chapter completed!