Life is like a play

Suddenly, there was a faint sound of a trumpet, "Mom, has anyone in the village passed away?"

"Oh, Uncle Zhou, do you remember?".

"Is that Uncle Zhou who went to the city to buy scrap?"

"Yes, he was poor in the past, and his family had many children, so he went to the city to make a living in his early years, and he suffered a lot outside and was tired and sick. It's quite pitiful, when he came home from the city last year, his three sons all disliked him and refused to take him in with him, so Uncle Zhou could only live alone, and his life was very hard, and he didn't have the next meal. "

"Uncle Zhou has suffered all his life for his children, and his children are really patient!" Yan sighed sincerely.

"No, Uncle Chen next door saw that his old man was pitiful, and he sent some food as soon as he was free, where did he know that he would just leave like that, and before he died, he regretted that his sons were not filial, and gave Uncle Chen more than 100,000 yuan of his hard-earned savings over the years, and Uncle Chen was embarrassed to ask for his money, and all of it was transferred to his son. "

"Is there such a thing? You can imagine how uncomfortable Uncle Zhou was at that time...... Zhang Yan said indignantly.

"Yes, when Uncle Chen transferred more than 100,000 yuan to Uncle Zhou's son, his three sons were dumb......founded."

As he spoke, the trumpets became louder and louder, and the 'food delivery' team got closer and closer.

"Mom, listen, who is it? crying so sadly. I remember that Uncle Zhou didn't have a daughter, was it his daughter-in-law?".

"Oh, this is a hired professional weeping spirit. "

"Professional crying spirit? Now there is this profession?".

"Isn't it, you listen, cry and sing at the same time, purely professional standards. "

"People are dead, is there any point in asking someone to cry on their behalf, when you are alive, filial piety is enough. "

"Not only this, but now even the Qingming Festival has asked someone to sweep the tomb on behalf of him. "

"Now that the Qingming Festival is on holiday, find someone to sweep the tomb on his behalf, so why should he go by himself. What's more, if he really has something, his parents will understand it in the spirit of heaven, is it really meaningful to find someone to sweep the tomb on his behalf?".

While talking, the mother and daughter have arrived at the intersection in front of Uncle Zhou's house, Yan deliberately stopped and looked inside, there is a two-story chic bungalow in the house, and there are also paper-tied cars, computers, air conditioners, etc., funeral and daily necessities. Yan couldn't help but sigh: "Refrigerators, air conditioners, computers, cars, these things Uncle Zhou didn't use when he was alive, he has gone to heaven now, will he live a good life with these!".

"Hey, let's go", my mother reminded her in front, and then Yan quickened her pace and pulled her mother to continue walking.