No. 11 Happy Funeral

  The second day after I crossed over has passed, the third day has passed, and in the blink of an eye, a week has passed. Oh, it's been seven days. They probably don't calculate time by weeks, so they naturally don't have the concept of Sunday.

  So they are busy every day. The village owner suddenly passed away, and the village was immediately in a state of chaos with no leader, and there was a mess.

  It seems that my father is a very powerful figure who has never been marginalized and has always held real power in his hands, otherwise such a chaotic situation would not have occurred. However, the chaos only lasted for a day or two before the control of the village was seized by my brother Nie Qiuyuan.

  It is said that he didn't have any intention of being the leader, and in the past, he hadn't planned or done anything related to it. However, now someone needs to take charge, and he has the strongest means and is the most fierce in fighting, so he took over.

  It doesn't matter if he's not a good leader, because Nie Qiuyuan is destined to be a pillar of the country, not a bandit. Although this world seems like a mess to me, I still believe in the male god's abilities. The power of brainless fans is boundless!

  These days, Nie Qiuyuan has gradually handled the affairs in the village in an orderly manner. Although I don't know what he has done, every day I see that tall, black-haired man in a black tight-fitting long shirt busy coming and going, my heart is filled with admiration and tenderness.

  I think he's really handsome, every move is so cool. Sometimes I just sit not far away and watch him, that feeling is like sitting on the edge of the playground watching my favorite boy play basketball. The boy doesn't smile or talk much, his expression is very focused. If he lifts up his vest to wipe off sweat, the youthful pheromones emanating from him will make a girl's heart skip four beats, eight beats, sixteen beats, thirty-two beats.

  I never really looked at those boys in school before, now I've made up for it.

  During this time, apart from attending the funeral, I didn't do anything else, I was a wounded person. In fact, my injury was very serious, but it's really amazing that I recovered quickly and didn't feel much pain.

  Although we are bandits, the funeral is simpler than that of ordinary people, omitting many tedious rituals, but the basic procedure is still followed. The deceased was bathed and dressed in a shroud, incense was burned and paper money was offered, a chicken was killed to summon the soul, a notice of mourning was posted, the coffin was stopped for three days, and the filial sons and daughters wore hemp and mourned in front of the spirit, wailing in grief.

  Only we women are crying. Nie Qiuyuan and the others, as good men of Jianghu, even if they are in great pain in their hearts, should be able to hold back their tears. I cried very sadly, with tears falling down my face. I had practiced in front of a mirror before, and this body's beauty made me very satisfied. This cry, the whole thing was like a pear flower in the rain, so pitiful and weak that it was too feminine. When I cried to the point of "weakness", even Nie Qiuyuan came over to support me twice.

  There was nothing special about his facial expression, he's a pretty reserved guy.

  During this time, the Young Master of the Night did come to see me once (Author's note: probably couldn't bear it anymore). I was drowsy and about to fall asleep when he appeared silently at my bedside under the moonlight.

  "Isn't that your dad?! His seductive tone was laced with a hint of mockery. "You can cry like this too, how fake!"

  "Mind your own business!" I replied rudely. This person was obviously lurking in the shadows, watching everything about our village. Was there something valuable here that he coveted? But as long as he didn't steal from Nie Chuyun, it had nothing to do with me.

  "What are you doing here?" He asked while tapping my head with his hand, which I slapped away. I felt that this action of his was becoming a habit and it annoyed me.

  Come and pursue the one I love! I said it bluntly. I don't know why, but I think it's not bad to have someone share my worries. Although this person is a bit neurotic, my intuition tells me he's harmless.

  "Huh?" A ambiguous smile hung on his face, "Who is it!"

  "It's definitely not you." I said. This topic reminded me of that unlucky brother and sister relationship again, so I covered my head with a quilt and ignored him.

  It's also possible that Master Yuye is the lucky star of my life. On the second day after he brought up this topic, I encountered the first great joy of this life. This joyful event was so big that it could make me struggle less for a lifetime.

  The next day was the day of my father's funeral.

  I wore a plain white dress, with loose hair scattered all over, and cried loudly in front of "Dad's" spirit tablet.

  I've lost my memory, I can't even remember who my father is. I cried so painfully that it seemed like no one else felt anything was wrong except for the mysterious gentleman watching from the shadows. It seems this father of mine must have loved me a lot, thinking about it now, I'm actually feeling a bit sad.

  After mourning and crying over the body, the deceased was taken back to the main house, which means the body was put into a coffin. Then came the funeral rites. The male host of the funeral was someone from our village, who suddenly walked up to me with an air of mystery, handed me a handkerchief, and whispered: "Miss Ye, please accept my condolences."

  I was shocked and stared at him in disbelief. How did he know my surname is Ye?

  I carefully sized him up, his appearance was extremely ordinary, with a hint of sadness on his face. I desperately rummaged through my memories of past lives, but as Ye Zhenzhen, I was just a university student, with no complicated social relationships and not many acquaintances. As for this person, I had absolutely no impression of him at all.

  Another thought flashed through my mind, a group of divine beasts whizzed by. After crossing over, did my brain short circuit? Since he recognized me, that means he's an old acquaintance from the past life, he must have also crossed over and is now borrowing someone else's body. How could I possibly recognize him just by his appearance?!

  Who is this person, after all?

  But that couldn't stump my clever mind. I lowered my voice, squinted my eyes and said to the male host in a cryptic tone: "2014, xx Public Security University, junior year..."

  The male host did not respond to my signal with the excitement I had expected, but instead looked at me like an alien, and after a while, his expression turned into panic.

  "Miss Ye, please take care of your body and don't grieve too much! The chief has no children under his knees, you are the chief's only bloodline, I hope you will prioritize your health!"

  He thought I was too heartbroken and had gone mad.

  Wait, what does he mean?!

  No children under your knee?!... Then what about Nie Qiuyuan?!

  I couldn't believe my ears and didn't even have time to get excited. I was stunned for a while, then turned around and asked Little Red behind me: "What's my name after all?"

  "Miss, your name is Ye Liuyue!"

  "Ye... isn't that Nie Liuyue?"

  "Ah, that's the young master's surname! The young master is the chief's adopted son, no need to change his surname. It seems Miss has really forgotten!"; Xiaohong said while pointing at the spirit tablet in the mourning hall, "Look, isn't the chief's name written clearly?!

  It just occurred to me that it's been several days and I still haven't noticed what my father's name is.

  On that tablet was clearly written: "The position of Ye Qing, the great master of Heifengzhai in Bowls Mountain". I am really unfilial!

  Dad, you, is this a ghost?!

  Neng Liu Yue... I thought it was Neng Qiu Yuan, you have a big mouth!

  A kind of joy, an uncontrollable ecstasy, slowly spreading from the bottom of my heart. Oh my god, the happiness of life, is it not just this? Originally a lifelong pursuit, one wake-up call, and found that it was achieved without any effort, this feeling of having pie fall from the sky is simply too cool!

  But I still have a good upbringing. I still sang a sad dirge for Father with professionalism, although the dirge resonated lightly and quickly in my heart, producing the festive effect of playing a mournful tune several times faster as in "Big Shot".

  Dad, thank you for not making me and my male god biological siblings. Oh my god, amen! From now on, you are my real dad! You will definitely go to heaven!

  I stole a glance at Nie Qiuyuan, he was lost in thought, his expression sorrowful. What a sentimental and righteous man, how lovable! And now I have the qualifications to love him! I want to perform well in front of him, with my intelligence and beauty, one day I will win him over!

  What I think in my heart, Nie Qiuyuan will naturally not notice anything. He has never even looked at me once.

  The author's round moon

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