Du Er was kneeling in front of the mourning hall drowsily when the sound of rain outside suddenly became louder.
Pitter patter patter, the rain hit the roof tiles and dripped down the eaves.
A cat meowed, its meow was long and mournful.
Du Er seemed to have a dream in her daze. She dreamed of the day she married into the Zhu family.
It was also raining on the day she married into the Zhu family. Heaven and earth were gray and hazy.
She had no relatives. The old servant was weak and did not have the strength to send her off. There was only a servant who was hired to help her with her makeup. She followed beside the bridal sedan and weakly threw firecrackers.
The firecrackers were quickly silenced in the rain. In the end, there were only a few trumpeters who were listlessly blowing and beating gongs and drums.
All the festive sounds were drowned out by the sound of the rain.
What was supposed to be the busiest part of the road passed by just like that.
She was wearing a slightly wet red veil. Drenched in the rain, she walked into the Zhu Family's house. She saw a sheet of white cloth hanging on the wedding hall, and under the big red 'Xi' character, there was a heavy black coffin.
At this moment, Du Er felt a little relieved. Oh, no wonder the Zhu family, as a reputable family in the area, was willing to fulfill the marriage agreement with an orphan like her.
She stood there in a daze. Through the thin veil, she tried to discern whether this was a wedding hall or a mourning hall. Suddenly, a large rooster with a flower crown was stuffed into her arms. That haggard looking old madame finished stuffing the rooster and almost fawningly said to her: "Bow to heaven and earth, bow to heaven and earth."
Du Er looked at the old madame in front of her who was dressed in red and white. She looked at the rows of strong Zhu family members behind her with unfriendly gazes. She, who always understood the situation, made an "oh" sound and said: "Okay. Bow to heaven and earth. "
Thus, Du Er peacefully and amiably bowed to the coffin with the embroidered ball wrapped around it.
Then, she hugged the large rooster and counted the dragon and phoenix candles in the bridal room. She yawned and fell asleep.
When the Zhu family members played the mourning music outside, she muttered in a half-asleep state: "En, it's much better than the joyous music I heard when I came.
The next day, early in the morning, Du Er was pulled up. A string of ginger was secretly stuffed into her hand and she followed a large group of people to cry.
In the mourning hall, her dead husband, whom she had never met before, was lying in a coffin. On top of the coffin was a divine master tablet.
The Old Madame of the Zhu family asked kindly and pitifully, "Why aren't you crying?"
People also asked, "Why aren't you crying?"
Du 'er looked and quickly lowered his head. He used his sleeve to cover his eyes and used the ginger to wipe his eyes. Then, he started to cry.
She was born pitiful and cute, so she was suited to wear plain clothes. She was wearing a white robe and had a hemp rope tied around her neck. When she cried, her face looked even redder, like a pear blossom in the rain.
Half of the people in the mourning hall were staring at Du 'er.
A few days later, the urchins in the vicinity of the Zhu family began to sing, "The bride enters the bridal chamber, enters the bridal chamber, drapes herself in hemp, puts on mourning clothes, dresses beautifully."
When Old Master Zhu and Old Madam Zhu heard the nursery rhyme, Old Master Zhu was so angry that his beard trembled. "Ridiculous! Such a good person like our daughter-in-law is willing to marry Sixth Son to ward off bad luck. How can our family let her reputation be tarnished! "
When Old Madam Zhu heard this, she also cried bitterly, "That's right. How can they bear to make up such a good child?"
Thus, after a period of time, Du 'er entered the nunnery.
Her husband's divine master tablet was placed on top of the nunnery. There were incense sticks burning below. Green smoke curled up. There was a set of Buddhist scriptures, a string of wooden beads and a wooden fish.
Du 'er missed a section of scriptures at night and dozed off. A servant beside her reminded her, "Sixth Young Mistress, won't you be unable to sleep because you miss Sixth Young Master?"
Du 'er was enlightened and stayed up all night to recite scriptures.
In the afternoon, Du 'er picked up the vegetarian dishes that were sent over. Just as she was about to finish a bowl, the wet nurse beside her hugged the divine master tablet and cried, "Young Master, Young Master, I miss you so much that I can't even eat a grain of rice!"
Du 'er glanced at the wet nurse's large breasts. In the end, she was so touched that she only ate half a bowl of rice and two pieces of vegetables.
Du 'er got up in the morning and put on her clothes. She wanted to leave the nunnery and go to the garden to catch her breath. Suddenly, he heard someone wailing from outside, "The red and green clothes, the flowers and plants, all of them are dead. It's better to go back! "
She didn't know whose voice it was, but when Du 'er heard it, she felt that she should catch up with the trend. She hurriedly changed the only embroidered undergarment in her hands into a linen one.
A month later, a servant of the Zhu family saw the Sixth Young Mistress who had married into the family. Her cheeks were sunken and her face was pale. Her body was so thin that it looked like a gust of wind could blow her away. She wasn't sitting in the nunnery with a Buddhist scripture and reciting the Rebirth Sutra for Sixth Young Master. She was wiping her tears in front of the mourning hall.
Thus, the nursery rhymes that were spread in the countryside gradually became praises of the Sixth Young Mistress who was a young widow but was affectionate and loyal.
Old Madam Zhu said to Old Master Zhu and the rest of the Zhu family with tears in her eyes, "Fortunately, we didn't mistreat this good child and protected her reputation. Otherwise, we won't have the face to see the in-laws and Sixth Young Master. "
Everyone in the Zhu family agreed.
When Du 'er's old servant heard the news, he cried his heart out.
However, Du 'er asked someone to comfort him, "It's okay. I think it's not bad … "
As for how good it was … well …
Du 'er lowered her head and woke up with a start.
The mourning hall was silent. Only the sound of rain could be heard outside. The cat was still meowing. Indirectly, there was also the sound of gongs and drums.
Du 'er listened for a while and confirmed that the old woman who looked after the mourning hall had slipped out to watch the mourning hall. She staggered and got up. She took a steamed bun in front of the mourning hall and ate it. She said vaguely in the direction of the cat's meowing, "Hey, forgive me. They're going to search for you again. "
She ate more than half of the steamed bun because there were many steamed buns. It wasn't easy to tell that one was missing. She couldn't take anything else.
No, she still felt that she was getting lighter and lighter. When she sat down, her bones made her uncomfortable.
Du 'er looked at the memorial tablet for a while and sighed, "It's a disgrace to culture." Then, she went to the kitchen without hesitation.
Her journey to the kitchen was very smooth. Everyone in the Zhu family had run out to watch the show.
In order to appease the departed, it was said that the Zhu family wanted to hold a young man's funeral like an eighty year old man's funeral. Therefore, there was a banquet and a mourning hall. The mourning hall was very particular about the mourning hall. It was a big show that lasted for forty-nine days. Whether they were in or out of the countryside, they all liked to watch such a big show.
Moreover, it was said that there was a new show called "Willow Tree". It was based on some storybook. It was said to be very good. Ordinary troupes couldn't act it out.
Du 'er had been focused on these "improper" storybooks. Even if she was locked up in the mourning hall, it couldn't stop her heart from learning about this kind of news.
Some were to eat, some were to watch. No wonder people ran away. When will I be able to take a look at that new storybook?
She thought absentmindedly. As she thought, she stretched her hand towards the pot of stewed meat.
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