: End of Volume 2

Su Xiangli looked at the panicked people, her mother's family looked at a loss, the father-in-law family was furious, irrelevant outsiders from all walks of life, a few nodding acquaintances, the master of ceremonies and funerals, and Colonel Lin and others. Thousands of mouths, thousands of hands, pointing at each other, noisily bursting out chaotic sentences, like a group of green ducks rushing into the vegetable market, creaking, no one knows what to do, no one understands himself where is it. There are only rows of tall monuments, rows of short tombstones, like a stall full of vegetables, so these people can't help but squeeze their eyes into the characters on these stones.
The chaos continued for a while, until Colonel Lin really couldn't see it, and walked to the front of the crowd, yelling to calm everyone down.
After all, attending a young man's funeral does not have to express too solemnity.
The Digimon Evolution was finally shut down by the busy staff.
The reporter was kicked out, and everything was moving in a good direction.
But before the master of ceremonies could finish speaking, a group of monks driving in suspension vehicles entered the cemetery again. They said that they were insiders in the funeral and interment industry, and thus deceived the welfare workers who guarded the door. It’s strange to say that when the omnic crisis occurred, the corners of the road were filled with welfare workers waiting to be fed. However, people still miss those metal guys who look harmless to humans and animals, especially when they encounter bad ones. If the guarding cemetery is a group of machines, they can definitely stop the reporter and the monks together.
Similarly, if there are some guards with live ammunition, the effect will be the same.
However, since I chose to arrange the cemetery in Jiangsu and Zhejiang, I have nothing to complain about. The reporters didn't come in without a mouth.
Su Xiangli slowly shrank from the front of the crowd to the periphery, turned on the phone, and sure enough, all kinds of news have been flying in the sky. All kinds of big media, official media, self-media, domestic and foreign, Earth and Moon, everyone is discussing Lu Zhengkang , This amazing boy, but people seem to have no feelings about the content of the secret war, but are extremely interested in him personally. Up to now, Lu Zhengkang has been given a bunch of names, what is the fallen genius, what is the savior of postmodern crisis.
When someone praised him, someone immediately jumped out to oppose them, and they listed Lu Zhengkang's cruel behavior in "Three Worlds", implying that he had a serious anti-social personality. The first such video came out, and there were countless immediately. People scolded in the comments. Some people support Major Deer, some people slander and kill, and a group of "lizhong customers" begin to persuade them. The scene is like a fire, the virtual world is crowded with people, and the new news is like a torrential rain blown by a typhoon. It's dense, with thunder and lightning.
The situation reversed and reversed. Every footprint left by Lu Zhengkang since his birth has been dug out, and some people have gilded his footprints. All his behaviors show his uniqueness. People are like children watching shooting stars in the midsummer night. Some people feel that the beauty of the shooting stars is fleeting, while others regret why they can’t stay in the starry sky. Others feel that the shooting stars are really inexplicable. It doesn't have any impact on life at all, why do you make other people so fascinated.
The reporter's intrusion into Major Lu's funeral also caused an uproar on the Internet. For a time, the verbal criticism became more intense, and there were also threats of human beings reporters and media gangsters. The chaos was full of chaos, and it was like a gang of demons.
Su Xiangli looked down at the recording and broadcasting of a concert. This was the first and last time that the Su Huai Fei Xing band was on stage. All the comments were blessings and remembrances. Countless people found it in the music for a short period of only three minutes. Resonance and meaning of life.
In the end, it was the song "Killing That Shijiazhuang Man" by the grandfather. Although the sound was muted, the atmosphere was in place and the memory was still fresh. Su Xiangli thought that it was time to visit his old man, not knowing whether he was doing well.
The monks waited quietly, disregarding the strange look of everyone, when Lu Zhengkang’s urn was brought out, they moved forward three steps excitedly, and finally, an old monk took the initiative to walk to Lu Jiande, "Donor Please, Lao Na heard that the true Buddha came out of the faithful family, so he specially came to pay homage to the golden body."
Regarding religions, everyone maintains a detached respect.
The old abbot asked: "Can we see the relic of Deer Bodhisattva?"
"I'm afraid not." Lu Jiande looked down at the urn and the black and white photo of his son. There was someone holding an umbrella next to it to prevent the sun from shining on the urn, but there was not much light on the dense clouds that day.
The old abbot turned his head and looked at a thin middle-aged monk. The other nodded at him. The abbot immediately knew, put his hands together and bowed to Lu Jiande, "I saw the true Bodhisattva today. A full-length photo in front of him, and we are going to make a golden body for him to be used in the temple."
Sun Hui walked over and shook her head at her husband. There was also a layer of frost on the mother's face with dry tears, as cold as a ceramic mask.
"Sorry."
The abbot bows his head together~EbookFREE.me~ It’s okay, the red dust is bitter, the sea withered prosperous trees, two hearts in one trace. Now that the Living Buddha has returned to the west, leaving the great love in the world, the monks will not cling to the mere legacy. Amitabha, the donor takes care. "
The monks still walked in the suspended car, watching them red and yellow, the gold and silver intertwined backs disappeared behind the black car windows, and everyone who attended the funeral was a little unspeakable.
I don't know who suddenly laughed, and everyone shook their heads, expressing disdain and contempt for this group of religious professionals.
The urn was sent into the tomb, the cover was closed, and then sealed with glue.
In the gloomy Jiangnan, it really started to rain a little bit.
...
Su Xiang left to the Ping An Nursing Home to inquire about the information of an elderly Lu Xuefeng, but was told that he had passed away half a month ago.
"what?!"
The staff member looked at Su Xiangli's shocked face, squinted his eyes, and suddenly smiled and said, "Are you the Su Xiangli? Major Lu's girlfriend?"
Su Xiangli didn't want to answer, but asked, "This Lu Xuefeng is the grandfather of Major Lu, why is there no news of his death?"
The staff member said compassionately: "He made his own will, and we didn't allow us to send news to relatives. Only a young man came to arrange funeral affairs for him.
"Why do you just let an old man make a decision like this?"
"Every citizen has the right to decide on his own funeral and interment process. These matters were filled out in the application form for entering the nursing home. Comrade Lu Xuefeng's family did not object at that time, so the entire process was in compliance with the regulations."
Su Xiangli took a deep breath, "Then, did the young man who arranged his funeral leave contact information?"
"Yes, it's a man named Zheng Qilu."
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