If Auntie Ren asked me to call her mom, I would agree without hesitation. But Auntie Ren only smiled bitterly and said:
"Ye Lin, I know you want to comfort me right now, but since Xiao Qin hasn't changed and keeps calling me 'Uncle Ye', then you should call me Auntie Ren like before. Otherwise, it wouldn't be fair to Yuanfeng … to your dad."
"It's fine." I patted my chest and said to Auntie Ren, "My dad won't have any objections. He's a masochist. The more Auntie Ren bullies him, the happier he'll be. "
I was shamelessly selling out my dad's interests on the balcony, but my dad came to find us. It seems Ren Hongde had something to discuss with his sister, so he sent my dad over.
Therefore, on this day and the next few days, the elders were busy preparing for Grandpa Ren's funeral. We, the younger generation, basically played the role of running errands, such as answering the phone, buying mineral water, and other chores.
Gramps Ren was a famous person in the martial arts world, so the Martial Arts Association sent a lot of representatives to express their condolences. They all expressed their regret over the death of the elderly martial artist.
To the public, we unanimously agreed that Grandfather Ren did not die from forcefully exercising his Kung Fu. Instead, we only said that he died from internal injuries left behind in his early years. As a result, the members of the Martial Arts Association expressed their own opinions and guessed which internal injuries Grandfather Ren died from.
"Is it because of the fight with the 'Living Hades' Deng Jiuling? I heard from Grandpa Ren that it was a very dangerous experience! Deng Jiuling's Mantis Fist had already reached perfection. Although gramps Ren won, he had to lie in bed for half a month before he could get up. "
The old man with white hair recalled.
"In the end, Mantis Fist focuses more on external martial arts, so it wouldn't have left gramps Ren with such serious internal injuries." Another middle-aged man with glasses said seriously, "I think it was the fight with Bajiquan's Tong Liuhai. Speaking of which, gramps Ren had a lot of fights with people before liberation. There were a lot of situations where he signed life and death documents, and he also killed a lot of people …"
There used to be some people in the martial arts world who aimed to be the strongest. Their way of life and rules of life were very different from those of ordinary people. There were endless cases of people fighting to the death just to determine who was better. In today's society ruled by law, it was impossible to reproduce that kind of bloody scene.
The guests in the martial arts circle were mainly received by Auntie Ren. Auntie Ren didn't particularly welcome middle-aged and old men because they often pointed at her behind her back. When Auntie Ren won the women's MMA world championship, they said Auntie Ren didn't do proper work. Later, when Auntie Ren became a martial arts director in the movie industry, they said Auntie Ren didn't respect traditional martial arts. It was as if Auntie Ren could only fight to the death like her dad.
"I heard Ren HongLi's daughter is a genius in martial arts, but she didn't learn Yin Yang Sanshou. Gramps Ren also mentioned that Ren HongLi didn't learn Yin Yang Sanshou either. Doesn't that mean Yin Yang Sanshou can only be passed down incomplete?"
"It's not that bad." The skinny old man waved his hand, "The Ren family's Yin Yang Sanshou has already been passed down to the 31st generation, so there should be at least two manuals that clearly state the essentials. But it's not easy to comprehend the essence of the martial arts from words. If you're unlucky, you'll have to study it for at least 10 to 20 years!"
"Then isn't it the same as being lost?" The middle-aged man with glasses spread his hands, "Ren HongLi and her daughter don't look like they're obsessed with martial arts. How would they have the time to study a manual for that long? Grandpa Ren is too stubborn. If Yin Yang Sanshou could break the rule of not passing it on to outsiders and develop it for a few years, it might be able to compete with Taiji Fist. But now, besides us, who else knows that there used to be a martial art called Yin Yang Sanshou? "
These people only knew I was the child of Auntie Ren's remarried partner, so they didn't avoid me when discussing these matters.
I thought to myself: "Gramps Ren didn't want to be suppressed by Taiji Fist and let Yin Yang Sanshou be labeled as a knockoff Taiji Fist. That's why he went against the rules and taught me Yin Yang Sanshou, making me the 32nd generation successor of Yin Yang Sanshou. In order to live up to gramps Ren's expectations, I must work harder and make the name of Yin Yang Sanshou resound throughout the country while I'm still alive. I might even be able to rush out of the country and into the world! In short, I can't be left behind by Taiji Fist! "
Other than the people in the martial arts circle, the other guests were Ren HongLi's business friends. I don't know why they were especially well-informed. Ren HongLi clearly didn't announce his father's funeral, but they all came to offer their condolences and express their condolences.
According to gramps Ren's will, his funeral was not extravagant or wasteful. There was only a simple farewell ceremony with only family members attending. After the body was cremated, it was buried in a cemetery in the outskirts of Dong Shan city, which wasn't too far from Cui Song Mountain.
My dad wrote an elegiac couplet on top of Auntie Ren's wreath. He praised gramps Ren's valiant life and his literary talent. Ren Hongde nodded to express his gratification and joked: "When I die, you'll also be responsible for writing the elegiac couplets."
"You're not allowed to say that!" Auntie Ren looked at her brother angrily, "Dad's old and irresponsible, he can leave whenever he wants … are you going to leave me behind too?"
After their father passed away, Auntie Ren and Ren Hongde's relationship became closer. That's why Auntie Ren had such a big reaction to a joke.
"Don't worry, I'll take care of my body." Ren Hongde waved his hands, "My father's gone, so I have to take care of my only sister …"
"It's good that you know!" Auntie Ren scolded him with a bitter yet sweet smile, "It's a good thing you don't know martial arts, so I don't have to worry about you walking down my father's old path. But you should at least give me some training, okay? Lately, your belly has been sticking out … "
Ren Hongde looked at the burning wreath and nodded slightly. However, he heard his son, Ren Peng, praying with his palms pressed together, "Don't worry.
"Grandpa, please bless me in heaven. I'll be a god, and I'll be flying …"
"You're the internet addict who should be flying!"
Although he didn't say it out loud, that expression appeared on Ren Hongde's face, then he fiercely slapped the back of Ren Peng's head.
"Be more presentable when you're paying your respects!"
Xiao Qin was very formal the entire time, so normal that I almost didn't recognize her.
At this time, she also put her palms together like her cousin Ren Peng and prayed: "Grandpa, please bless our family in heaven. I'll draw a comic of your heroic massacres to commemorate …"
Don't draw! At least don't draw until your drawing skills improve! Recently, you've been uploading the 'Famous Detective Two Dog Li' that you've been working on for a long time, right? It caused another uproar on the internet. Diehard fans spread the news and shouted "Shui Qin -sensei has returned"! If you use Picasso's fruit-style drawing skills to draw gramps Ren and Yin Yang Sanshou, it will have the opposite effect. Everyone will think that Yin Yang Sanshou is a joke like your manga!
Speaking of which, after I helped Auntie Ren get a copy of the death certificate, I took a taxi to the crematorium and was even joked about by the taxi driver on the way.
Since gramps Ren's death was related to me, I haven't been sleeping well for the past two days. It caused my gums to become inflamed and swollen. After I got on the taxi, I couldn't take the pain anymore, so I laid down on the back seat. Then I told the driver to go to the second crematorium in Dong Shan city, but the wicked driver said to me:
"Bro, aren't you going to another hospital?"
Fuck! You're the one who's going to give up treatment and burn yourself in the crematorium!
I was angry, but I didn't bicker with the driver. After all, I had gramps Ren's death certificate and proper business was more important.
Since the driver dared to joke with me, it also proved that my face wasn't as fierce as before. Although he was a bit worried that he would be robbed when he saw my sinister face in the rearview mirror. I gave him the fare as usual when I got off, and he felt like he picked up money on the street.
After finding out that Xiao Qin's grandfather passed away, all of her classmates expressed their condolences. But since the farewell ceremony was very small and only limited to family members, neither Winnie nor the class leader were able to attend.
At this time, Xiao Qin received a text. I reckon it was from one of her classmates, or it could have been Ai Mi or Peng TouSi. Peng TouSi was very regretful about the death of gramps Ren. He hoped that if he was lucky enough to meet him in heaven in the future, he would be able to compete with him at his peak.
Xiao Qin walked to the side and quietly replied. The phone in my pocket also vibrated. I took out my phone and looked at the screen. I was so scared I almost peed my pants.
The sender of the text was gramps Ren, and the content was: "I'm not dead! I can still be saved!! "
F * ck! Gramps Ren, where did you send this text from! Is this the netherworld! Even if you didn't die, you should have sent me a text an hour earlier! Now that your ashes have been brought back, you're telling me you didn't die!?
The sun shines on everything, but I felt a chill in my heart. What kind of supernatural event is this! Even if gramps Ren used some messaging app, there's no way he would know when he was cremated! How did he send me a text an hour after he was cremated?
My body stiffened in shock and suspicion. Xiao Qin, who was not far away, laughed bitterly with tears in her eyes and said: "Grandpa is too mischievous. He forced me to use his phone card to send a text to Ye Lin classmate and scare him … why do I have such a mischievous grandpa!"
It turns out that Xiao Qin received an email from her grandpa on the night he passed away. He told her to do this or else he wouldn't recognize her as his granddaughter.
Sigh, Gramps Ren, rest in peace! Such a mischievous old man, he made the funeral not serious at all!
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