Antarctica.
"Hongcheng sent a message, the mission is completed, rA9 has disappeared, the remaining data has been cleared, and the people in the Zhimeng are gradually waking up!"
Big Brother said to all the combatants around him: "We won this battle!"
Hula——
Cheers and applause sounded like a boiling tide.
Everyone forgot their physical form in the surprise, and even the calmest people couldn't help but smile. On this day, the omnic clouds hanging over the heads of all mankind finally dissipated, and the sun once again shone on the earth.
At this moment, bad news came: "Major Deer's brain waves have stopped!"
The atmosphere in the base suddenly fell into dead silence.
…
Su Xiangli wore regular clothes and received the Medal of the Republic on behalf of Lu Zhengkang.
Her face was very calm, almost like a sixteen-year-old girl.
It was her turn to go on stage to report. In the audience, Lu Zhengkang's parents, relatives and friends were all present, and they were already crying.
"Today, I am honored to accept the country's highest honor on behalf of my closest comrade-in-arms, Comrade Lu Zhengkang. This is a war without gunpowder and news. Fortunately, we won beautifully. This kind of dedication in difficult times further highlights the Chinese
The spirit of sons and daughters. In the face of natural and man-made disasters that threaten people's lives and safety, every soldier, and even ordinary people, have the courage to fight to the death, even if it is a battle beyond our conventional understanding, as long as there is home and country in the heart.
, all sacrifices are the triumphal songs of the strong men..."
Applause surged, flashlights flashed like stars, Su Xiangli's voice spread across the country through communication equipment, and even every corner of the solar system where humans have a foothold. Everyone knew that there was a sixteen-year-old boy in a
He sacrificed his life in a secret war concerning the fate of mankind.
After the meeting, Su Xiangli met Lu Jiande and his wife in the side hall.
Sun Hui's eyes were red, as if there was a layer of vermilion paint around her eyes, but when she saw Su Xiangli, she still smiled and said, "Xiao Su, our Kangkang always mentioned you to us, you did a good job."
Lu Jiande said nothing, his face was ashen, and he was almost speechless.
Among the two girls, Sun Sheng, the second youngest, remained silent. Sun Ying, the third youngest, raised her head and greeted Su Xiangli: "Sister-in-law, is the elder brother dead?"
Su Xiangli looked into Sun Ying's eyes, and her cheeks reflected in the child's eyes, as if she were looking at him. Su Xiangli didn't know how to answer for a moment, "...right." She told the truth, but
Especially I felt like I was holding out a sharp knife.
The younger sister nodded. Today's children all know what death is. She in turn comforted Su Xiangli, "It's okay, sister-in-law. I read in a book that there are three levels of human death, and physical death is only the first level."
, as long as we still remember him, eldest brother will not die."
Su Xiangli finally couldn't hold back the tears in her eyes. She knelt down and hugged her little sister, "Yes, Yingying, you are very sensible."
"This is what my eldest brother taught me. He often said that everyone dies eventually and hoped that we would not cry at his funeral. Oh, by the way, he had a special email containing the songs he wanted to play at his funeral.
. He originally thought that he would die in seventy or eighty years, and he said that the young people attending the funeral would think that he had old-fashioned taste. I will send you the email."
Mother Sun Hui scolded: "Sun Ying, don't be ridiculous."
Lu Jiande turned his head and said nothing, but his shoulders were shaking.
Tomorrow is July 17, 2093, which is Lu Zhengkang’s funeral.
There needs to be a wake tonight, and at the same time, it is also the first seven.
In the mourning hall, there were a lot of lights. In the banquet hall next door, the atmosphere of the funeral meal was indifferent. The expressions of the participants were rigid. Among them were Lu Zhengkang's classmates, comrades-in-arms, relatives and many strangers' family members. Some were immersed in sorrow.
Inside, some people were just minding their own meals.
Human joys and sorrows are especially expressed neatly at funerals.
In the early morning of the 17th, Lu Zhengkang's body was sent to the incinerator. He was wrapped in a heavy shroud. This kind of clothing that was invisible on ordinary days made everyone present feel ridiculous when they saw it.
The ancient tradition wrapped around the young and modern body is like the best footnote of dying young.
Only ten people were allowed to enter the observation room. The male elders of the Lu family, Lu Jiande and several brothers, as well as Lu Zhengkang's grandfather Lu Tingchu, Su Xiangli and his father Su Quanting were also included, and the rest were also included.
They were all waiting in the lounge outside.
The incinerator is fully automatic, and the body will be ignited after entering it. This cremation technology has been used for many years and is very safe. In order to take care of the emotions of the family members, the observation opening is very small. If you look in through the hole, you can only see orange flames.
Flow, as for the appearance of the body, it is completely invisible.
Lu Jiande bowed and stared with difficulty. After watching for a while, he couldn't see anything clearly. He only knew that what was burning inside was the body of his son, his bloodline heir, and his Miao clan.
At least, he died gloriously and had a grave to rest in, but he did not have to be like the rest of his clansmen who only had an electronic token left for people to pay their respects after death.
But he died after all. This child had been with him for sixteen years. Lu Jiande watched his growth, as if he was witnessing another more perfect and outstanding version of himself. Now this replica of his life has finally left first.
.The material of physical existence is being destroyed, and his thinking and brain have stopped long ago, just like a beautiful wall clock. When time is frozen forever, it is the moment given by death.
Lu Jiande slowly squatted down, and several brothers came over and patted his back gently.
When he was young, Lu Jiande experienced the death of his parents. The grief at that time made him feel that his heart was numb enough. But now, he found that it still hurts and bleeds, and even the scars from the past are starting to hurt.
.
Soon, the cremation was over, and it was time to collect the bones. However, what everyone saw was a small pile of shiny relics, emitting colorful rainbow light on the fire-burned bed board.
"Jiande! Your son has become a Buddha!"
…
At the funeral at noon, many reporters with guns and cannon suddenly burst in.
"What are you doing here? You are not accepting interviews now!"
"We came to take pictures. I heard that Major Lu Zhengkang became a Buddha. The editor said that if I don't report this, I will pack up and leave tonight!"
"Yes! That's right!" all the reporters shouted.
"Then you are not afraid of going to jail?"
"Be free! People have the right to receive information!"
These people were forcibly taken away. At this time, passionate music sounded at the funeral.
When the current music started, many elderly people were startled: "Who is playing the Digimon Evolution Song?!"
The reporters jumped for joy.
"Escape from others (no matter who you are, there are times when you want to escape...)"
The second sister Sun Sheng and the younger sister Sun Ying were hiding in the audio and video room. They were supposed to play sad music, but the suicide note left by Lu Zhengkang marked: "Please play the following songs at my funeral - "Brave Heart", "Good Time"
", "The Godfather", "I'll Love You Even If You Die", "Go Home Often", "Borrow From Heaven for Another Five Hundred Years", any one is enough."
The younger sister clasped her hands together and said, "Brother, your wish has been fulfilled!"
Chapter completed!