C36 (1/2)

Samit and Kieran looked at each other, their expressions turning gloomy, neither of them saying a word.

It seems that I asked about something that I shouldn't have, so I immediately changed the topic and told Samit about my Second Uncle's situation. Yesterday was the last day, but Second Uncle still hasn't woken up, what should I do?

Samit thought about it, then said that his Zen Master had told him that if he was unable to wake up, he would bring him to the Deer Garden.

Hearing him say so, I saw a glimmer of hope, whether it was okay or not, as long as there was hope.

I asked this and that as I ate, and both father and daughter had a look of displeasure on their faces that I didn't notice at the time, until I realized that Indians never talk when they eat, which is the opposite of what we do, and that most of us like to eat and talk.

It seems that if I want to gain a foothold in India, I first have to learn to follow customs and overcome cultural differences.

Shortly after dinner, my phone rang. It was from my father, who told me on the phone that someone called Li Dan was looking for me, but he couldn't reach me. After searching for a while, he finally called my home and told me to call back as soon as possible.

This Li Dan is our dorm's Lao Er, Steamed Bun's brother.

After hanging up, I remembered that in order to not let Steamed Bun disturb me, I had deleted his phone number, which was set to reject foreign calls. Even Lao Er's phone had been added to the blacklist.

It seems that Lao Er definitely has something important to discuss with me after going through so much trouble to find me, so I immediately went back.

As soon as the call connected, I heard Lao Er screaming crazily. Yang, my brother is dead!

Hearing this sentence, an inexplicable fear and shock surged into my heart, only until the phone kept ringing with Lao Er's questioning voice did I come back to my senses, and ask him what was going on.

Lao Er said shakily on the phone that he wanted me to come back and participate in the funeral and tell him in person when he returns.

After hanging up, the guilt and panic that I had never felt before made my legs go weak.

Samit frowned and asked me what was going on. I told him the situation and the buyer of the Black Infant was dead.

When Samit finished listening to me, he sat back down on the chair, and his face once again revealed that he had lost control of his mind.

Li Dan and I had been classmates for four years, and were on the same side. Even if his brother's death had nothing to do with the Holy Infant, I had to participate in this funeral as well.

Samit expressed his understanding towards me, he said that it just so happens that you can go back to your country to get a work visa, and if he can show me a work invitation, I can get a work visa and stay in India for the rest of the year.

He drew up a work invitation letter and gave it to me. He also booked a plane ticket for me to come back quickly, remember one thing, no matter what, do not track down the whereabouts of the Holy Infant. No matter how far you hide, no matter how far you hide from them.

I bid farewell to Samit and his daughter, and took the plane to Chengdu. After arriving at the place, I went back to my home, and after greeting my parents briefly, I rushed over to Lao Er and the rest's house.

Last time, Lao Er and Steamed Bun brought me over to his house to take delivery, but I didn't think it would be too far away. This time, however, I had to take several public transportation trips and ride on a small bus for another half an hour before I managed to reach the entrance of his village.

After entering the village, I really didn't have to worry about not being able to find the Lao Er's house, because from afar, I could already hear the sound of the suona blowing. In the countryside here, we even have to pay attention to the red and white happy events.

To be honest, I really don't like this sort of thing. If I didn't have to, I wouldn't dare to come.

Arriving at Lao Er's house, I saw that the courtyard had been set up with funeral shed. In the center of the courtyard was a large red lacquered coffin, and beside the coffin was a small table with a portrait of Steamed Bun on it. The large eyes in the portrait were glaring at me, causing me to hastily move to the side in fear, not daring to look any further.

There were a lot of people in the courtyard, the mortuary workers were busy doing their work, friends and relatives were all hanging their faces, and Lao Er's mother was crying in front of the coffin.

My family is also from the countryside, and the village is full of dead people, but most of them are sad and joyful. When friends and relatives gather together, they will talk and laugh, and even if there are people crying, they will be the mourners.

However, this was the first time I had seen such a funeral with a black head and white hair. The atmosphere of the whole scene gave off an endless sense of oppression.