Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
There was a certain level of attention to this segnt. The person reporting the funeral had to wear mourning clothes. When they arrived at soone else’s house, they could not enter. Only at this ti could they knock on the door hard, and the more urgent the better.
When every family heard this knock on the door, they knew that sothing had happened to them and had co to report their funeral. Therefore, this family would quickly go out to welco them, and those who reported the funeral had to kowtow no matter how old they were.
Just like that, Su Guowei went door to door to inform them. These villagers would go to the mourning shed an hour later than expected.
This was also because Su Guowei considered that when the ti ca, all the leaders of the various factions would co. It was also a more appropriate way to deal with it.
In front of a wooden coffin in the mourning shed, Yang Shan sobbed as she placed Su Yun’s clothes into the coffin. When the coffin lid gradually closed, she looked up and saw Su Yun’s black and white portrait. She could not help but cover her face and cry.
So female police officers in casual clothes and Xu Jiajia, Zhou Xiaoxiao, quickly ca forward to comfort them. However, how could they understand the pain of losing their son?
Feng Shaoyu, Professor Sun, and the others were on Lingshui Mountain not far away. They used shovels to dig graves for Su Yun.
If this matter was seen by the villagers, they would be more particular about finding so people who specialized in tomb making to choose the so-called treasure land.
However, this segnt was naturally omitted from Feng Shaoyu and the others. They only choose the best location for Su Lin on Linshui Mountain.
Feng Shaoyu, Professor Sun, Professor Cai, Master Gu, Zhou Nanhai, and Chen Ye ford a team to form the tomb. In the early years, coffins were small, and it was enough to dig about three feet deep. Therefore, at that ti, there were usually four people making the tomb.
Now, because the coffin was huge and most of it was hidden deep, it had changed from a four-person team to six people.
This was all a tradition of Shengu Village. It was strictly implented by everyone, and they gradually beca serious about this funeral.
For the six of them, having two more people to make the tomb could slow down the rotation, and each of them could have a little ti to rest. After all, tomb making was a laborious job. They had to rely on the shovel to dig out the soil bit by bit. They did not choose to transfer machines to excavate. From their point of view, manual labor was the best respect for Su Yun.
Since they had been digging for nearly an hour, everyone’s arms were very sore and numb. They could not use any strength.
Amidst their sweat, they had no choice but to rest from ti to ti. They took turns to co forward and ensure that the polishing process did not stop. This would be Su Yun’s last resting place. After the funeral in Shengu
Village, the funeral procession would bury Su Yun’s clothes in the Lingshui Mountain cetery.
At that ti, it also ant that all dust would return to dust. No matter how reluctant the people of the Yang Realm were, they had no choice but to bid farewell to the deceased.
The weather today was relatively gloomy. It even started to drizzle very quickly. The rain hit Feng Shaoyu’s face, making him look up at the sky and sigh. “Looks like the heavens are pitying the passing of a hero.”
Professor Sun gritted his teeth without saying a word. His eyes were red as he worked hard to raid the tomb. Under such circumstances, everyone’s mood was actually similar. Until now, it was difficult for everyone to accept the outco of Su Yun’s long death. However, reality reminded them again and again that they had to face this painful matter.
The only thing they could do for Su Yun now might be this grand funeral.
As Su Guowei and so spontaneous villagers began to splash soup along the street from the middle end of each family, this ant that the funeral had already reached the ceremony of splashing water.
This path would be the path that Su Guowei would personally take Su Yun to Lingshui Mountain after the funeral. For the rest of the wake, this street would be splashed every day. He only hoped that the deceased could walk smoothly.
With the simultaneous implentation of several aspects, the funeral finally proceeded as scheduled.
First, a few black cars drove into the village. The director of the Fan City Bureau, Li Zonghui, brought a large number of plainclothes police officers to the scene. These police officers would carry out the security work for the funeral. Soon, they set up a line of defense outside the mourning shed.
Imdiately after, Feng Shaoyu and the others rushed back from Lingshui Mountain. They entered the mourning shed and quickly saw a heartbreaking scene. As family mbers, Su Guowei and Yang Shan stood on both sides of Su Yun!s portrait in mourning clothes.
Yang Shan could not help but sob, covering her face and crying. This voice tugged at the heartstrings of everyone present, making their hearts ache. Su Guowei had also aged a lot. His eyes were red, and he kept staring at the ground with his head lowered. His arms were trembling slightly.
In the mourning shed wrapped in white silk, flower wreaths were placed on both sides. The couplet with black words on a white background was the voice of everyone.
“Famous people will be passed down for thousands of years. They will light up the descendants. Your voice and appearance are there. Your smile and appearance will last forever.”
The elegiac couplet silently spoke, expressing the respect of everyone who ca to attend the funeral for Su Yun. In the misty rain, everyone held black umbrellas and stood in the mourning shed for a long ti without saying anything.
The periphery had already been protected by plainclothes police officers. Not only did they want to protect Su Yun’s funeral and not be affected in any way, but they also wanted to protect the various people who ca to participate..
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