Chapter 1115: A heartbroken song, where can I find a close friend
I don’t know which sentence touched the nerves of the village chief. He sighed and said in a nostalgic tone: "Speaking of which, this eldest lady of the Wu family He is also a pitiful person. He was in a hurry and only thought about ordering a wedding dress shortly before the sacrifice."
"But the tailor in the village hurriedly sent over a semi-finished product. Miss, try on yourself Section."
"But after improvements, the finished product was finally ready. Before it could be sent over, the ceremony had already begun. Miss Wu had no choice but to wear the semi-finished product and get on the wedding sedan. "
"Let's go. Hey!" The village chief gritted his teeth, with half regret and half anger in his eyes, "Who would have thought that the truth is like this, these scum who deserve to be killed a thousand times!"< br>
Regarding the village chief's words, the three of them regarded him as farting, but the information revealed in it attracted Jiang Cheng's attention, and he raised his eyebrows, "You mean Miss Wu's wedding dress has more than one piece?"
"Ah." The village chief said subconsciously.
"Is the other finished wedding dress still there?" Jiang Cheng asked immediately.
The village chief hesitated for a moment and nodded uncertainly, "It should be. It should still be there. It is impossible for someone else to wear such a wedding dress. Why, you don't care about this wedding dress."< br>
“Take me there now.” Jiang Cheng said firmly.
Not long after, under the escort of three people from Jiang Cheng, the village chief took them to a remote house.
The owner of the yard was a hunchbacked old man, one of his eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of white mist. After explaining his purpose, the old man was stunned for a moment, and then looked at the people in Jiangcheng with strange eyes.
"Old Guotou, what are you looking at? If you don't lead the way, you will miss the work of several masters. Let's see if I can slap you!"
Don't look at the village chief in Jiangcheng. In front of a few people, he was humble and submissive, but in front of the villagers, he had such great authority that he could silence Old Guo Tou with just one sentence.
Old Guo Tou brought them into a room. It could be seen that this was a working room with two tables, one large and one small.
There are tools such as scissors and rulers on the table, as well as fabrics of various materials and colors.
A bamboo basket hung on a pillar is filled with scraps left over from cutting.
Old Guo didn't say anything, and walked straight into the room with a gloomy face.
Open a cloth curtain and there is a small room inside.
Not long after, Lao Guotou walked out of the room, holding a wooden box in his hand, and placed it on the table with a "dong" sound.
The wooden box is not big, but it looks very old. It must have been untouched for a long time, and there is a layer of dust on it.
Du Moyu was anxious and was about to open the box, but his wrist was suddenly grabbed by a big rough hand.
Looking up, I met Lao Guotou’s eyes.
"What are you doing?" Du Moyu frowned.
Old Guo Tou stared at him for a long time and said in a dull voice: "Before opening it, I have something to remind the masters."
"This wedding dress is not an ownerless thing. It was left by the eldest lady of the Wu family, the Queen of the River who crossed the river."
"She didn't have the chance to wear it when she offered sacrifices, so..." Old Guo Tou paused, and there was a strange light in his eyes, "This can be considered a big deal." A pity for Lady He.”
The fat man was confused, and he always felt that there was something in the old man’s words, “What do you want to say?”
“Old sir, it’s okay to say something. Just tell me." Jiang Cheng raised his chin, which was quite polite.
Lao Guotou took a deep breath with a very serious expression, "This wedding dress represents the obsession of Empress Dahe, and it is ominous."
Lao Guotou's expression was serious, and it didn't look like he was joking. Du Moyu couldn't help but swallowed, and his hand stretched out to the box paused in mid-air.
The next second, Jiang Cheng took the box and opened it directly.
What comes into view is a phoenix crown. The phoenix crown is exquisitely made and beautiful. There are no traces of time on it, as if it was just made yesterday.
Looking away, under the phoenix crown is a bright red wedding dress.
For some reason, Jiang Cheng couldn't take his eyes away when he saw this wedding dress. He took out the wedding dress by some mistake and shook it open in the air. The exquisite wedding dress instantly attracted everyone's attention.
Red satin embroidery, with golden silk threads on it, wide sleeves, and narrow waist. Just looking at this wedding dress, you can imagine how enchanting the figure of the woman wearing this dress is.
Du Moyu's eyes flashed, and he probably knew what Jiang Cheng was going to do.
He wanted to find someone to put on this wedding dress, pretend to be Lady Dahe, and trick Yu Chengmu into opening the door.
The fat man is also thinking, but the issue he is thinking about has nothing to do with Du Moyu. What the fat man wants is to marry such a woman. The doctor will not only not lose money this time, but also make a lot of money.
In Fatty’s calculations, in the final battle with the old president, Wu stood on the doctor’s left, and Empress Dahe stood on the right, a stable group.
There is also a pair of red embroidered shoes at the bottom of the box, which are exactly the same as the ones worn by the ghost bride on the bus in Jiang Cheng’s memories.
After putting the wedding dress back into the box, Jiang Cheng picked up the box and nodded slightly to Old Guo, "Leave these things to me for safekeeping for now."
The village chief is here, Old Guo Tou stopped talking, but looked at the people in Jiangcheng with sympathetic eyes.
After leaving, Jiang Cheng asked the village chief on the road in detail whether there were any taboos about Lady Dahe coming tonight. The village chief thought for a moment and suddenly said: "There are not many taboos, mainly the letter. , but when you said that, I remembered it. Today When Empress Ye Dahe comes, there will be a sound troupe playing. It is said that this music is very strange and should not be listened to too much. It has a strange power to enchant the soul."
Hearing this, Jiang Cheng frowned, "Mr. Yu and the others. Do you know about this? ”
The village chief nodded, "Of course I know. I informed someone this morning."
"Go and find the village's ringer team. We have something we need them to do." Jiang Cheng ordered that tonight's plan must be foolproof. .
The village chief was stunned, with a bad premonition vaguely emerging in his mind, "You guys..."
"At midnight tonight, I need them to play a piece of music." Jiang Cheng said directly. .
Unexpectedly, the village chief immediately vetoed it, "Impossible, masters, if something like this happens, at night...especially in the middle of the night, which villager would dare to go out? Not even one."
While they were talking, the village chief took them to a nearby thatched house. There were some musical instruments piled messily in the house, including drums with mottled surfaces, as well as suona, erhu and the like.
Jiang Cheng can play the piano, and he took it from the high-end bar group training class, but his understanding of folk music is really limited.
It’s not that he doesn’t like it, it’s the customer’s problem.
But before he could think of a countermeasure, he heard a high-pitched and harsh suona sound blasting in his ears. It was so sudden that he almost sent him away.
Jiang Cheng turned his head and faced the fat man's suppressed red face. A few thick fingers moved around the suona hole with an extremely unreasonable flexibility, playing a song of "Hundred Birds Blowing toward the Phoenix". It's a severe liver injury.
Jiang Cheng was shocked that the fat man could actually do this.
But before he could speak, he heard another sound of the erhu string being stretched.
Du Moyu sat cross-legged on the ground and started his talent show.
“Three years of flute, five years of flute, one erhu to break the waist, one thousand years of pipa, ten thousand years of zheng, one suona to play for a lifetime!” Du Moyu’s expression was extremely immersed in his chanting, and his emotions were deep. I couldn't help but sigh, "A song of liver I have a broken heart. Where can I find a close friend?”
The village chief was also shocked when he saw this scene. He didn’t expect that the corpse collector was so versatile. At this level, he was better than a few of the two-handed swordsmen in the village’s ringer team. Much stronger. (End of chapter)