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Chapter 12 Cryogenic Part 2

The ceiling beams of the old ancestral hall are extremely high, and the carved windows on all sides are wide open. The skylight penetrates and illuminates the Buddha statues and incense tables in front of the hall. They are mottled golden, silent and dignified, and countless dust particles are turning quietly like stars.

The whole hall is plain and black and white, the banners and wreaths are of no fancy style, there is a thick coffin in the middle of the room, surrounded by white chrysanthemums, its ocher red violin paint is the only color in the room.

Huo Yang heard Ye Lang ask softly, "Is Dad in there?"

Huo Yang was silent for a long time, then he squeezed his hand tightly, and said "um" in a low voice, "Your father is sleeping inside."

"Then did he cover the quilt?"

"It's neither cold nor hot in there. He'll sleep for a long, long time."

"How long will it take?" He opened his eyes, and despite his serious and beautiful dress, his face was still innocent, "When can I see Dad?"

Huo Yang smiled, "When you grow up."

At this time, the sound of high-heeled shoes stepping on the ground approached, Li Yanxing took Ye Lang's other hand and said, "Ye Heling——your grandpa is coming soon. Lang Lang will follow me and you, Huo Yang." Brother, come here together and wait at the door for a while."

The boy let out an "oh" and followed obediently.A group of relatives and friends were waiting at the door, forming groups of threes and twos, talking in low voices with their faces profiled.Ye Lang walked halfway, and suddenly stopped and turned around.

"But when will I grow up?"

Huo Yang lowered his head.He didn't know how gentle he looked, and Ye Lang didn't know how ignorant he looked, he only saw the young man raised his hand and gestured on the top of his head on his body, "When I grow up to my height. "

He quickly glanced at Li Yanxing, taking advantage of her not paying attention, he wanted to give Ye Lang a sudden brain collapse, but when he was about to strike, he suddenly couldn't bear it, his fingertips just brushed lightly on his forehead.Ye Lang evaded reflexively, and heard him pretending to be relaxed and said with a smile, "It doesn't count if you grow horizontally."

Ye Lang also glanced at Li Yanxing quietly, turned his head with lightning speed, puffed up his cheeks at him, made his face very fat, his eyes were wide open, only a small chin was pointed The shape is like a breathing frog.Huo Yangxin said that this kid can also coax people to play, and immediately his palms began to itch uncontrollably.

Fortunately, footsteps and conversations could be heard far outside the door, pulling him back from the brink of public child abuse.The three stood still, Huo Yang stretched out his hand and stroked the collar of his clothes like a dog, cleared his throat, and mouthed to Ye Lang: "Big-eyed thief."

"Big-Eyed Thief" didn't understand what a powerful word this was, but when he saw his smiling face, his intuition was not a good one, and he immediately changed into a serious expression that could be on the cover of a textbook, turning his face like a book. He is the one-in-a-million seed boss.

The vocals approached.

"...Dingke's peer-to-peer reform, I think there is still something wrong. It is a semi-monopoly in the industry itself. If those 'senior' consultants are rashly banned, there will be [-]% trouble...."

"...Qing Sang and M&A flew to Hong Kong yesterday, and the actions of the past two days have been directed at the industry..."

"...The bursting of the domestic real estate bubble is a foregone conclusion. The US ambassador to China plans to invite old men from the real estate industry in December. I think Baishi can cooperate..."

"..."

"...the world is impermanent..."

The first thing I heard was trivial and rambling voices, overflowing from the large expanse of air, although there were many, but light and ethereal, no specific voices could be heard, as if people were deliberately suppressing something.

On the contrary, there is a sound that seems to have no sense of existence mixed in the human voice, which is neither fast nor slow, crisp and steady.Listen carefully, it seems that something is knocking rhythmically on the stone road in the middle of the mountain.

Huo Yang suddenly remembered the only time he stayed in this house on New Year's Eve.

The reunion banquet was held in the house.Due to the traffic jam, it was nearly dark when Lin Zhi's family arrived, and there was an endless stream of relatives and friends who came to congratulate her with their cars and gifts, so they had to park their cars in a small villa area far away from the main house.

That family is quite far away from the three bloodlines of the original family, so they don't have much say in the family, but they greet guests very warmly.The master and the hostess helped them unload the cigarettes, wine and tea ceremony, but the son who had just entered high school led them to the house, speaking in a sophisticated and tactful way.

There is already a black and blue night sky above the head, and there is still a dim orange dusk near the ground, but the surroundings are decorated with lights and festoons, and the eyes are full of fiery red and gold.Huo Yang took Lin Zhi's hand, listened to his adoptive parents chatting with the child, and looked around with a child's unique curiosity.He didn't remember how many gorgeous houses with different styles he saw. In those floor-to-ceiling glass windows that were still covered by flowers and trees in the middle of winter, wool carpets, lamps in the shape of branches and gleaming cloud-patterned marble floors could be vaguely glimpsed.Once in a glimpse, Huo Yang also saw a slender beauty with copper-colored curly hair, wearing a long black crepe dress with a collar that exposed her shoulders, lifting the hem of the skirt delicately, and descending a long staircase.

Changing scenery along the way, the boy said that it was cold today, and he would show them the scenery here another day.He talked freely about fountains, sculptures, gardens, trestles, and so on.Huo Yang was a little numb under the influence of capitalism's copper stench, but when he entered the main house, which is located behind the old house and in the center of the long chain of new houses, it would be a real eye-opener.

The group of people outside was mighty, and finally entered the gate of the ancestral hall.

The leader was a handsome middle-aged man with big back hair, in the style of Liang Chaowei, and next to him was Ye Heling, the old man who was leaning on a cane.As the name suggests, he is immortal. At this age, he has a fairy-like temperament just like the carved nanmu root stick in his hand, which makes "Liang Chaowei" look like a vase with a tiger's head.

"Dad." The middle-aged man's voice is very magnetic, it is the kind of cello-like bass that can make people's ears pregnant, and everything that comes out of his mouth has a powerful solemnity like a leader's speech.In addition, the ancestral hall was empty and quiet. When he opened his mouth, everyone in front of him and behind him immediately fell silent, "Brother is inside."

Ye Heling didn't say a word, maintaining a slightly hunched posture, standing at the gate for a long time.None of the descendants and relatives behind dared to look in, let alone make a sound.

Breath can be heard all around.

Ye Heling's crutch hit the ground, making several dull thuds.He walked slowly two steps towards the position of Li Yanxing and the others. Huo Yang didn't react, and two people, one big and one small, started to act.While Li Yanxing stepped forward to hold his arm, Ye Lang was very well-trained, quickly followed her, and hugged Ye Heling's other hand hanging by his side.

She first opened her mouth and called out in a low voice: "Dad."

Ye Lang followed up with "Grandpa" expressionlessly.

Mr. Ye nodded, and finally spoke, his voice was old and hoarse, "...these few days," he looked up and looked around the old house with gloomy eyes, "I'm tired of you and the second child."

"..." Li Yanxing's throat was choked up, and her chest was also extremely stuffy. She couldn't make a sound, so she could only lower her head silently.

The middle-aged man, who hadn't stepped forward, interjected at the right time, and said with contagious grief in his subwoofer voice: "Dad, these behind-the-scenes things are all vain rituals. Brother, if Izumi knows, I definitely don't want to tire you and me." Sister-in-law. You insisted that the children follow, and walked from home step by step, and walked for a long time; sister-in-law has not been able to eat or sleep well these days, and she has worked hard. Drink some water first and rest for a while."

Ye Heling neither said good nor bad, but shook Ye Lang's hand vainly, and sighed deeply: "My child."

Other relatives and friends came forward to bend down and shake hands with him, with respect for the dead father, who was a white-haired man and a black-haired man, and also a business legend that can be written into history.There was no sadness in Mr. Ye's expression, only solemnity and self-restraint, he greeted these people who came from afar with due courtesy, and even hugged and patted each other's backs with a few old friends who were also old, Everything goes without saying.

Huo Yang tried to keep up with the greeting team at first, but finally found that there was no room for him to intervene, which made him a little embarrassed, so he stood aside obediently.After the round was over, Ye Heling's gaze swept away, and finally landed on him.

Huo Yang originally wanted to extend his hand, but suddenly felt it was wrong; he wanted to bow, but he also felt it was wrong.After a few seconds of uncoordinated stupidity, he quickly stopped, pretending to be a young man who just finished the college entrance examination and said "Hello, Grandpa" according to his seniority.

Ye Heling in front of him was wearing a double-breasted black gold orange green gown. When he moved, there were silver dark lines flowing on the smooth silk.From his face, one could tell that he had lived a pampered life all year round. His long eyebrows were not flying or chaotic, his teeth were very neat and clean, and his breath was clean.

Most noticeable are his eyes.The pair of eyeballs are not cloudy due to old age, but have faded to a very light blue-gray color. The eyes are very hale and hearty, as clear and cold as a deep pool, and as sharp as a falcon.When he looks at people with scrutiny, that oppressive aura can attract all the attention.

I don't know if it was intentional or out of habit, but now he is staring at Huo Yang with this kind of not-so-kind gaze.The latter had sweat on his back from his staring, and on the surface he had to put on a pose, and looked back at each other like a fool.

Mr. Ye gently caressed the body of the nanmu walking stick, the roots of the tree were uneven on the surface, "What's the name of this child?"

Li Yanxing observed his words and quickly added, "Huo Yang, Lin Zhi's child."

"Oh. Come to pay New Year's greetings," Ye Heling patted Ye Lang's shoulder lightly, "I even drank your full moon wine. Did you go to university?"

Huo Yang answered truthfully: "I just finished the college entrance examination this year."

"Where did you get the exam?"

"Local A major."

"Promising, good." There was a smile on his face, some wrinkles appeared, and he looked much softer, "Give your parents a face."

Huo Yang looked at his nose and mouth, and he had a ladylike temperament, "Thank you, grandpa."

Ye Heling didn't speak again.He slightly bent his back, and said softly to Xiaoye Lang: "Sit with Grandpa and chat for a while."

"Grandpa, go slowly." The boss of the seed changed into a well-trained painting skin in a blink of an eye, and obediently supported his hand, and the three of them walked slowly to the front of the hall together.

The middle-aged "Liang Chaowei"—that is, the second child Ye Qijun, watched Mr. Ye take a seat in front of the hall, and then called the large group of "filial sons and grandsons" outside to come in.Elderly people are seated, family members and friends are sorted roughly by seniority, young people, except for a few talents who have already worked in the company, are mostly in the back seat, and children are not allowed to follow.

Generally speaking, the ancestral hall is not as noisy as the vegetable market—except for the gang of dudes in the back row who were picked out by their parents from all kinds of monsters and ghosts, their heads were held down and they were dressed in formal clothes. It's like having lice all over your body.A few people winked, mouthed and signaled, or dozed off bit by bit, and received angry warning eyes from their parents from time to time.

Ye Qijun turned slightly sideways to finish speaking with the other person, and unfolded the eulogy in his hand while listening.Then he nodded, gave some instructions, then turned around to face Mantang, and patted his hands lightly a few times.

After everyone quieted down, he lowered his head to build up his emotions, took a deep breath, and said in a resonant voice: "Thank you all elders, relatives and friends, for coming to the humble house to attend Ye Qiru A memorial service for Mr. Ye Qiru, he is the head of the Ye family and a leader in the business community. He is a person who struggles hard, works hard, is enthusiastic about public welfare, and always cares and helps everyone around him with the greatest kindness. He is a good Teacher is a close friend, a loving father of a ten-year-old child, a filial son of an 80-year-old father, and my elder brother... the person I love and respect the most, and the elder brother who has worked hard to get closer to him since childhood. Today, we all lost loved ones..."

The author has something to say:

My mother stewed chicken today, and just scooped a bowl for me, and found a lot of ginger in it.Originally, I wanted to pick it out directly, but I suddenly guessed whether it could be yam?

I took a bite and found it was ginger (smile)

Don't give up, take a bite of each, each is ginger (smile)