Chapter 440 (1/2)

The news of Fang Yixing's death in battle reached yanziwu, and everyone was shocked.

Fang Yan returned to the village with Fang Yixing's body in his hands, and the door of Zhuqi opened to the outside.

”It's a man, too.” A middle-aged man sighed. ”It's a pity.”

”It's said that Yixing doesn't look like the man of our yanziwu. This is not - which one doesn't look like the man of our yanziwu? He is the man of yanziwu. What he did is not what every old and young man in yanziwu can do - ”an old woman praised and said.

”The white haired man sent the black haired man, and Fang Huwei's old dog was pitiful too -” the white haired old man with his hands in the sleeve cage shook his head and sighed.

”It's a pity that there's no battlefield of war death, otherwise you can write your name on the stone tablet at the entrance of the village --” said the young man --

no matter what the villagers of yanziwu think of Fang Yixing's war death, but where Fang Yan passed, there were huge white flags in the yard after yard.

In front of or behind each house, on the tallest tree, there are long strips of white cloth painted with soul charms.

There is a line of big characters on the white cloth: the immortal Taiyi of the East pole made Jintongyunv lead Xianhe to rise to the fairyland early.

The white cloth spread out in the wind, and was sounded by hunting in the cold wind.

In the end, the whole village hung the soul calling flags.

This kind of phenomenon just appeared soon. The sword God Qianye army from Dongyang died in battle. The villagers of yanziwu felt his loyalty and spontaneously hung up white flags for him to summon his soul. This is a great honor for the villagers of yanziwu.

Fang Yan's expression is numb and stiff. That hand is no longer his own hand, and that foot is no longer his own foot. Face is not your own face, and heart is not your own heart. Every step out is like a machine in motion without any emotion.

Behind him, white flags rose slowly.

In front of him were many relatives of the local family who had lined up to meet him.

At the front of the line is the old man Fang Huwei. His hands are tightly holding the handle of the wheelchair. Because of the excessive force, the old paint has been rubbed off several pieces by him. He did not dare to look at Fang Yanhuai's son's body. His eyes were red, and there were muddy tears in his eyes. His voice was hoarse and bold, and he cried, ”when a good man died in battle, he would not retreat from his actions, but died bravely - Shengfan.”

Aunt Fang Yixin's second aunt Fang Yiling couldn't help crying. Lu Wan had already fainted after receiving the news. Now I can't stand on my bed.

Big uncle Fang Hao and second uncle Zhao Chengxin and a group of men rushed over and took Fang Yixing's body from Fang Yan's hand. Then he ran to the coffin which had already been set up in the inner room. According to the rules of yanziwu, the dead need to be looked up by their relatives and buried three days later.

Fang Yan is like losing his soul. He has no tears, no sorrow, and can't speak a complete sentence. Pass by grandpa Fang Huwei, pass in front of the crying women, pass by the door of mother's room, then come to the coffin hall and kneel in front of the coffin.

Some people burn incense, some fire guns, some burn paper money.

Some cry, some howl, some mourn.

Some people kneel and sit beside Fang Yan, some people comfort Fang Yan to drink water and eat, and others say that Fang Yan is sad and changeable.

Fang Yan lost his self-consciousness for a long time, and his divine consciousness entered another world.

He automatically rejected and abandoned all the world in front of him. There were only three people in the world he lived in, including Lu Wanfang and his family.

When he was a child, Fang Yixing bought the first bicycle for him. He cheered and cheered. Fang Yixing corrected his mistakes in Tang poetry and Song poetry. Fang Yixing took a whip to whip his angry face because of his laziness in practising martial arts -

he was erudite, learned and remembered, and had first-class calligraphy and painting. Mr. Chen Daoming, a famous calligrapher and painter, once said that he could be qualified as a professor of Shuimu University and Yanjing University.

But he was never good at expressing his feelings.

He can only scold his son and teach him a lesson. Every time he cares, he should be called ”your mother says”.

He was polite to his wife, no diamond ring or rose, and never said I love you.

However, he is taking good care of them and guarding them.

With all his abilities and abilities.

Every hug should be a little harder, because it may be a farewell.

Every wish must be fulfilled as soon as possible, because there may be no future -

Ye Daoling is back.

He took half a day out of his busy business and brought his daughter leaves to visit Fang Yixing.

After he had incense in front of the Lingpai of Fang Yixing, he took a look at Fang Yan, who was kneeling on the ground, sighed gently and left with his daughter's hand.

Here comes Ye Daoxian with his son ye Fengsheng. When ye Daoxian is fragrant, ye Fengsheng simply kneels in front of the throne and bangs his head three times. The head is broken and the blood is shed. It's as miserable as inflammation.

Ye Daowen also came. He came with his wife. When ye Daowen came to the throne to offer incense, his wife went to the inner room to comfort Lu Wan, who had been lying in bed for two days.Here comes the old lady of the Li family and the old man of Zhangjia. Ruan's grandmother also came.

Here comes Mr.

Mr. Fang went to see Mr. Fang Huwei and left.

Here comes Ye meekness.

Leaf gentle came kneel down. She knelt down and sat beside Fang Yan without saying a word, covering her face with coolness.