Married Thrice to Salted Fish - Chapter 33

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Lin Qingyu thought that Lu Wancheng was just talking casually, but he was really worried about his funeral. Suspected of being ugly and ugly, he said that he would wear his own clothes in the coffin when the time came; also that the white clothes were too monotonous, and asked if he could change to a colorful one; learned that the epitaph he wanted could not be engraved on the tombstone, yet Arguing with Lin Qingyu for a long time.

"Why not?" Lu Wancheng said angrily, "My own epitaph, I still don't have the right to decide?"

Lin Qingyu mocked and said, "'Let a salted fish here, and finally sleep after death'. Thousands of years later, how do you think future generations will think of you?"

Lu Wancheng smiled leisurely: "You might think that I am an advanced talent, and then put me on top of the "Eight Great Masters"..."

Lin Qingyu interrupted mercilessly: "Dreams should also be measured."

The meticulously created limericks cannot be engraved on the tombstone. Lu Wancheng looked disappointed. He sat in a wheelchair and sighed, seeing the flowery motherhood overflowing. Lin Qingyu ignored him and went to the study to take care of herself.

It didn't take long for Hualu to find him with a plate of washed fresh jujubes, and she stopped saying: "Saojun, do you eat jujube?"

"Speak straight."

Hualu hesitated for a long time, and said: "Master has been in this last month. I think you should be nice to him and accommodate him more."

Lin Qingyu smiled faintly: "But, he doesn't want to be accommodated."

Hualu was surprised: "Huh?"

"He tried every means to make us relax, how can we let him down." Lin Qingyu's voice was with insignificant tenderness, "Tell the people of Blue Wind Pavilion, what should we do during the last period of time? , Just as usual."

Hualu seemed to understand but not understand, but she believed in Shaojun. She waited by the eldest master for so long, she didn't dare to say that she knew the eldest master. She had only been married for less than a year, and she had already seen the eldest master thoroughly.

This is probably the confidant of the literati.

The coffin is the place where the deceased sleeps and is the most important thing in the funeral. As Lin Qingyuji Lu Wancheng said, when he chose the coffin, he really took him with him. Huoqi couldn't move the coffin into the Hou Mansion for them to choose, so he could only bother them to run.

Such special shops like Xiuqi are generally open in hidden dark corners of street corners. This whole street is almost full of shops selling dead people's business, the largest of which is called Wuwangtang, which was commissioned by Lin Qingyu.

Lin Qingyu pushed Lu Wancheng ahead, and Huantong shrank and followed behind, with his arms folded, feeling that the street was much colder than the outside, and the wind was whistling, passing by the door of a family with paper people from time to time. In the shop, you can see goose bumps all over the place.

Wuwangtang's folks learned that Young Master Hou Mansion was coming, and waited at the door early in the morning. "The villain respects Young Master." The guy was surprised when he saw Lu Wancheng in the wheelchair, "Could this be..."

Huantong said: "It's my little Houye."

Lu Wancheng smiled and said hello to the buddy, making the buddy startled. He has been doing this for so long, and he has never seen anyone choose a coffin for himself in person.

Lin Qingyu asked: "What about things?"

The guy is clever and quick to react, so he hurriedly smiled and said, "All are ready, please come here, Master Hou."

Although the facade of Wuwangtang is small, there is a cave behind. The newly made coffins are neatly arranged in the backyard, and they are of different types. The guys introduced them to them one by one: "This is Catalpa wood, that is Nanmu. Catalpa wood is not perishable, moisture-resistant and moisture-resistant; Nanmu has fine grain and is not easy to deform..."

Lu Wancheng found a blind spot: "Why are there double coffins here?"

The man said: "Since the young Lord Hou is married, he naturally uses a two-person coffin. The so-called couples are born with the same quilt, and when they die, they are in the same hole. A hundred years later, Xiao Hou and Shaojun are buried in the same hole, and the next life can continue. Fate."

For a while, Lin Qingyu and Lu Wancheng both fell silent.

Lin Qingyu had never thought about being buried with Lu Wancheng. He was reminded by his buddies that he realized the meaning of "being married".

Even though he and Lu Wancheng were reluctant and ignorant of this marriage at the beginning, their marriage was still hired according to the three-match six, going up to the heaven and the earth, and down to the Gaotang, which is completely different from the likes of Xiao Yan and Lu Niantao.

The knot is a husband and wife, and there is no doubt about love.

Life is a return, and death is Sauvignon Blanc. ①

The four words "tie-fa couple" are too heavy.

Lu Wancheng smiled and said to Lin Qingyu: "Should I use a single coffin, I am used to sleeping alone. I have no objection to buried together, but it would be too wrong for you to be buried in the ancestral grave of the Lu family." If it was Jiang He could also consider the family ancestral grave.

The man looked at Lin Qingyu embarrassedly: "Young Master, this..."

Lin Qingyu said indifferently: "That's what I heard from Master Xiaohou."

The guy didn't dare to put his beak: "The single coffin is at the back. Please come with me, Master Xiaohou."

Suddenly, a woman whispered faintly. Huantong was so scared that he leaned on Lin Qingyu: "Young master, do you hear the cry?"

The guy explained: "Don't be afraid, brother, that's another guest watching the coffin."

Several people followed the buddy through the rows of coffins, and they saw a woman. The woman is plain, her eyes are out of focus, and she is described as haggard and weak as a willow. Even so, it is not difficult to see how beautiful she used to be.

The man whispered: "This is Mrs. Huo. Her husband contracted tuberculosis three years ago and died at home yesterday."

Mrs. Huo was originally a talented actress of Jiaofang Division. She met with a scholar because of fate, and she had a lifelong relationship with him. The scholar boy ran away his wealth and redeemed her for her. He thought he would be able to accompany her with a white head. Unexpectedly, only a few years have passed since the days of raising the eyebrows of the case, and they will never see each other.

The man was not very sighing: "Mrs. Huo is a weak woman born in the dust. She has no father and no mother. She lost her husband at an early age. She has such an outstanding appearance, I am afraid that the future will be difficult."

Several people were standing not far from Madam Huo, but Madam Huo seemed to be unable to see them at all, nor could she hear them. She gently stroked the golden nanmu coffin with her hand, and murmured: "May the southwest wind pass away into the arms of the king...②"

After that, a line of tears slowly slid down from the corner of her eye, falling to pieces.

Lin Qingyu retracted his gaze and said, "Let's go."

Lu Wancheng was silent for a moment, and smiled: "I think that golden nanmu coffin is not bad. Is there a single-player version?"

Wuwangtang is worthy of being a time-honored brand in Beijing, and things are done quickly and well. Within a few days, everything else was prepared except for the golden nanmu coffin. In Lu Wancheng's own words, he could say goodbye to everyone anytime.

After everything was ready, the man went to the Houfu to settle the bill. Lin Qingyu thought that he was doing well, so he personally rewarded him. The guy accepted the reward and said with a smile: "There is still something in the hall, so the villain won't disturb Master Xiaohou and Young Master."

Lu Wancheng asked casually: "You Wuwangtang, will you be busy in winter?"

"Who said no." The man said, "There are many elderly people who can't make it through every winter. But today, it was a young lady who went to... Xiaohouye and Shaojun should remember that it was that day that we were there. Mrs. Huo that Wuwangtang has seen."

Lu Wancheng was taken aback: "She was fine the day before yesterday, why is she so suddenly."

The guy sighed: "That Madam Huo couldn't bear the pain of losing her husband. After finishing the funeral for her husband, she died in the lake in the middle of the night."

Hearing this, Hualu covered her mouth with red eyes, and Huantong was also quite moved. Lin Qingyu glanced at Lu Wancheng, and said to the buddy: "Thanks for your hard work, go."

After the buddy left, Lu Wancheng was obviously quieter. Lin Qingyu could probably guess why he was like this, and she must have nothing to do with Madam Huo.

Sure enough, Lu Wancheng suddenly asked him after drinking the medicine, "Qingyu, you should, haven't you treated me as a husband?"

Lin Qingyu said: "I said, I treat you as a friend and a confidant."

Fortunately, it's just a confidant.

But if the confidant is gone, he will be sad and sad.

"You don't want to be a confidant." Lu Wancheng was a little anxious, "You can treat me as...just as a tool."

Tools...a tool that is thrown away when you use it up, without putting in any emotions?

Lu Wancheng wants him to do this?

Lin Qingyu sneered: "Lu Wancheng, who do you think I am."

Lu Wancheng was stunned: "...Qingyu?"

"Do you think that after you die, I will be like the other survivors. I will wash my face in tears and live in search of death?" Lin Qingyu's voice is slightly cold, like winter snow. In the miss of you? You are wrong, Lu Wancheng. If I was so vulnerable and indecisive, when I was marrying you, I would have been hit and killed on the Xi bed." Lin Qingyu watched Lu Wancheng, his throat rolled up and down. , Calmly said, "Don't worry, I will watch you go, and then... live well."

Lu Wancheng watched him for a long time, his eyes seemed to contain Ling Ling Qiushui, and he almost sighed: "What should I do, Qingyu, you really...are completely rooted in my sexual addiction."

The author has something to say: There are two more! Two more late, everyone will come back tomorrow morning~

① "Leave Farewell Wife" by Su Shi

②Cao Zhi's "Seven Sad Poems"

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