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When he arrived at Old Man Zhu's house, Li He threw ten yuan to the driver, "Sir, can you wait here for me? I'll pick someone up and come out."
Since he had the license plate number, he wasn't afraid of the person running away.
The taxi was only fifty cents a kilometer, and the driver was naturally happy to take ten yuan. He wasn't afraid that the person would run away, so how could he not be happy to wait for an empty car? "Go ahead, there's no hurry."
Then, he found a roadside parking lot, got out of the car, lit a cigarette, and leisurely waited for Li He. Taxi drivers were considered high-income groups, and they could find a wife to choose from.
Li He walked along a small alley and finally found Old Man Zhu's house. He had only been here once before.
"Master Zhu, open the door." Li He took off his gloves and started knocking on the door.
When Li He heard the movement inside, he stopped knocking on the door.
"Who is it?"
After Li He finished smoking, Old Man Zhu came out with his jacket, "It's you, kid. You can't come to me empty-handed on the first day of the new year, right?"
Li He said, "Master Zhu, Uncle Yu passed away."
"What? When did this happen? " Old Man Zhu was stunned, and after a long time, he hurriedly asked.
"At two or three in the morning, didn't I immediately inform you?"
Old Man Zhu sighed, his expression indescribably lonely, "Why did he die before me? The one before was still fine."
"Master Zhu, I'll be leaving first. I still have to inform Master Bo." [Love ↑ Go △ Little ↑ Say △ Net]
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Old Man Zhu waved his hand and said, "No need to inform him, I just need to give him a call. Not only him, but many people also need to be informed. You can go back first. I won't keep you for breakfast. "
Li He saw that he could save a trip, and was happy, so he directly returned to the taxi and rushed home.
He went home first, only to find that the door was locked. He did not know where Fu Xia had gone. He did not bring the key with him, so he went to the Yu Family to help build the mourning hall.
Many people from the neighborhood came to help out. Because Old Madam Yu had invited people to take care of things, everything was done in an orderly manner.
Fu Xia came over, and Li He asked, "Where did you go? I didn't see you."
"I'll call Shoushan's family. They have to come back as well."
Li He slapped his forehead. He had forgotten about this. It seemed that he had not informed everyone. He called Xiao Wei over and asked him to inform Su Ming, Erbiao, and the rest. After all, they had worked together with Yu Dehua in the south. No matter how they got along, they could not let go of their relationship.
At noon, people began to send over wreaths, lining up from the courtyard to the door. Li He's usual impression of the old man was that he was an unsuccessful little old man. Only now did he realize that the Yu Family had quite a lot of connections. Wave after wave of people came in, and they were all received by Old Man Zhu and Monk Bo.
As for Yu Dehua, he did not know a single one of them. He could only kneel in the position of a filial son and return the greetings one by one.
When Shou Shan and his daughter Zhou Ping hurried back, the task of cooking was naturally handed over to him.
According to the rules, the Yu Family would stop the coffin for three days, and more and more people came to pay their respects. Even Yu Dehua himself was shocked. The entire alley was filled with wreaths.
The moment Li He saw Old Man Yu enter the cremation furnace, he thought of all the bits and pieces he had with Old Man Yu. Suddenly, he could not hold back his tears.
After the Yu Family's funeral was over, Li He rested because he did not know how to comfort the Yu Family. Pain often needed time to heal.
Old Man Zhu and Monk Bo were here again, so Shou Shan naturally had to show off his culinary skills.
The few of them started to drink and unconsciously started to talk about Old Man Yu. Monk Bo said, "I also feel that the world is tasteless. Less than the night, separated by dust, cold and cheerless, a land of sorrow. "
Old Man Zhu poured himself a cup of wine, "Monk, you're starting to talk about literature again. We also have a day when we die, how many more years can we live?"
Shou Shan hurriedly said, "Don't count me in. I haven't lived enough. I'm happy to live another day."
Monk Bo shook his head and smiled bitterly, "I'm just lamenting that I won't be able to meet such a calligraphy master in the future. I'm just missing a bosom friend."
Old Man Zhu said with certainty, "That's true. It's a pity that I didn't get him to write a few more works while he was still alive. I wanted to let him practice for a few more years, but who knew that he would be gone so quickly."
After saying that, he looked at the couplet on Li He's door.
Li He didn't understand what they meant and asked, "You mean that Uncle Yu is a calligrapher?"
Old Man Zhu sneered, "Do you think there's only one Yu Youren among the calligraphers with the surname Yu? Old Man Yu's ancestors had a big family business. When he was young, he was dissolute and unruly, so he was naturally considered a playboy. However, his calligraphy was indeed unique. Back then, when the Japanese entered Beiping City and wanted Old Man Yu to be the president, a knife was held to his neck, but Old Man Yu stiffened his neck and didn't agree. This was also worthy of the word 'backbone', respectable and lamentable. "
Shou Shan couldn't stand listening to the Japanese, as if they had ruined his youth, "None of the Japanese are good people. Last year, there were a few Japanese who came to the restaurant to eat. If it wasn't for the people from the municipal committee, I would have chased them out."
Shou Shan was still indignant.
Zhou Ping, who had been eating at the side and hadn't spoken, couldn't help but interrupt, "Dad, I feel that those people were quite polite and kind. They bowed and thanked us. Why do you have to argue? It's not like all the Japanese are bad people. We're open for business, and everyone who comes is a customer. "
Seeing that his daughter was arguing with him, Shou Shan angrily slammed his chopsticks on the table, "What do you know? The Japanese are bad. The Japanese have always been polite and don't care about morality. Even if they meet a dog or a beggar, they will still bow to them. Before killing you, they will also bow to you. "
Old Man Zhu suddenly laughed out loud, "Shou Shan, it's not easy. You're getting old, but you're living wisely. Before the Japanese entered Beiping, many people said that the Japanese were polite to men and women. They would say thank you when they bought something, and if they stepped on your foot, they would say thank you. When they saw a child, they would also give a candy. Everyone said that the Japanese were civilized people, and that they didn't need to run when the Japanese came. But when the Japanese came, everyone realized that when the Japanese robbed something, they would also say sorry for the trouble. When they killed someone, they would also say sorry for the trouble. "
Monk Bo clinked his cup with Li He's and said, "The Japanese didn't learn anything serious from us. They only learned the Three Cardinal Principles, the Five Virtues, the Four Dimensions, and the Eight Virtues, but they learned the Six Rites and the Six Rites. They emphasized etiquette, followed the rules, and had an order of seniority. When they killed people in groups, they would line up. Before they chopped off your head, they would even give you a ninety-degree bow. So, the Japanese didn't learn the 'virtues'. They're the opposite of the Chinese. The Chinese focus on temperament, while the Japanese focus on etiquette. "
Li He agreed with their words. The Japanese placed great importance on etiquette was indeed amazing, and it often gave the Chinese the illusion that they respected them.
Actually, this was a manifestation of the Japanese's sense of etiquette. This sense of etiquette was even a little perverted. Brewing a pot of tea could be turned into a tea ceremony, arranging flowers could be turned into a flower ceremony, martial arts could be turned into karate, and even sushi could be turned into a sushi god.
However, this kind of thing from the Japanese could mislead people. A group of people helped to flatter them. For example, a certain fatty who often wore black-rimmed glasses and had long hair with the surname Gao praised the Japanese to the heavens, but at the same time, he also made the Chinese look like they were worthless.
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