Four days later, at four o'clock in the afternoon, Longcheng Paradise Garden Cemetery.
The weather was a little gloomy, with dark clouds all over the place, and light rain had been falling all day.
Kong Zhenghui stood in the rain, his eyes a little dull, watching the old man's urn being slowly put into the tomb.
Old Mrs. Kong stood beside her, already reduced to tears, being supported by her two children.
Yu Mingyuan, Zhou Tonghui, Su Tianbei, Wa Wa, and Wen Xiaorou all came and stood around the cemetery, wearing black formal clothes and holding umbrellas, to bury the old man of the Kong family.
"Fill in the soil!" Mr. Yin Yang urged.
Kong Zhenghui came to his senses, held the shovel in one hand, and shoveled the first shovel of soil for the grave.
This is the local custom and the responsibility of an eldest son, so that the old man can find some peace after death.
It was difficult to shovel the soil smoothly with one hand. Kong Zhenghui's forehead was covered with sweat and he gritted his teeth and exerted force.
At this time, Kong Zhengqi stepped forward and helped his cousin hold the shovel handle, and then the ceremony was successfully completed.
Only then did the children of other families step forward, pick up shovels, and bury the grave.
Kong Zhenghui stood nearby, watching all this with a gloomy face, his eye circles turning red again.
The whole ceremony lasted for almost an hour. After the burial of Mr. Kong, everyone walked outside and returned to Kong's house.
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Around seven o'clock in the evening, the Confucius family compound.
Kong Zhenghui took his family, thanked the relatives who came from afar, and finally put them all in the car.
These relatives do not live in Longcheng. Many of them live in other places or do business outside. They all come back from thousands of miles to attend the funeral.
After sending them all away, Kong Zhenghui loosened his tie and walked to Yu Mingyuan and the others.
At this time, Yu Mingyuan and his group were sitting in the corner chatting. When they saw Kong Zhenghui, everyone stood up and greeted him one after another.
"I've worked hard on you these past few days." Here are all acquaintances of the same age. Kong Zhenghui's attitude became more relaxed, but he also expressed his gratitude: "The funeral is over. I'll treat you tonight and call Dabai too.
Let’s have a meal together.”
Because the funeral was crowded and chaotic, Dabai did not come.
"Okay." Yu Mingyuan thought for a while and suggested: "Just stay at the Huarong Hotel. We have reserved private rooms there, and the security is OK. After all, Dabai has a special status, so he can't go anywhere else.
So convenient.”
Hearing this, Kong Zhenghui smiled and said: "Haha, yes, everything is different now, the status has gone up."
No one answered. Yu Mingyuan just patted him on the shoulder and changed the topic: "Let's go, bring some umbrellas. It's been raining all day."
"Okay, I'll call Zhengqi too."
Under the protection of the guards, the group drove to Huarong Hotel.
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At about nine o'clock in the night, the motorcade arrived at Huarong Hotel.
Yu Mingyuan took everyone to a private room on the third floor. The private room was not big, with only one table and sofa seats on both sides, which was very elegant.
After all, it was a wedding, and many friends from out of town would come over. In order to entertain some friends, Yu Mingyuan and Tan Mingchao had booked private rooms in advance to prepare for emergencies.
After casually ordering some food, everyone sat here, drinking and chatting, while waiting for Dabai.
At the banquet, Kong Zhenghui's mood was still a little low, so he forced himself to talk to everyone.
After waiting for almost half an hour, the dishes were ready and Dabai also arrived.
He pushed open the door of the private room and said with some embarrassment: "Sorry, brothers, I came a little late. I was chatting with some people from the administrative department."
"It's a low-key show off, isn't it? I know you are the Minister of Foreign Affairs!" Yu Mingyuan greeted with a smile: "Okay, sit down quickly, I will wait for you to start the dinner."
"Look, you guys always talk about this, and it always makes me look like I'm pretending. Don't say this anymore...!" Dabai sat down.
The doll on the side smiled and asked: "Hey, you are late, so you just sit down like this?"
"Okay, then I'll punish myself with three drinks first!" Dabai was also generous, picked up the wine glass, and drank three glasses in a row.
If it were normal, with Dabai's character, he would definitely make some jokes with the doll, but after all, in this situation, some words are naturally inappropriate.
After greeting everyone, he picked up the wine glass again and said to Kong Zhenghui: "Old Kong, I'm sorry for not being able to come to the funeral today. I'll give you this glass."
Kong Zhenghui had drank a lot now, his face was a little red, and he waved his hand and said, "No problem, I still respect you."
The two of them clinked their wine glasses and drank in one gulp.
"Look at it, the old man has suffered a lot." Seeing that Kong Zhenghui was in a low mood, Dabai couldn't help but persuade him.
"Oh, I was just thinking... I was already over thirty, but I am still in my thirties, and today... I am nothing." Kong Zhenghui was in a very low mood, and he kept toasting with everyone. He was drunk and talked more.
: "I think the five of us started a business together, and now some have become rich and idle, some have become diplomats, and some are less than one person and more than ten thousand people... I am the only one... this is not bullshit, haha, my hands are all
It’s gone.”
"Oh, don't say that either."
"Actually, when you were captured by Jiang Zheng last time, Xiao Yu was also very anxious. That night, there was almost a military collision...!" Yu Mingyuan also advised.
"Haha, I don't mean anything else. I just want to drink some wine. I feel so depressed." Kong Zhenghui glanced at everyone, picked up the bottle and continued to pour himself wine: "Forget it, let's not mention it, let's talk about something happy...
…”
As soon as he finished speaking, Kong Zhengqi, who was next to him, also drank a lot. His face turned red and he turned to Yu Mingyuan and said: "Brother Mingyuan, let me tell you something from the bottom of my heart. We were all with you at the time. Now that you don't want to play anymore, we
I don’t know what’s the point of continuing this.”
Yu Mingyuan's face was slightly stiff, and Wen Xiaorou on the side also frowned slightly.
Everyone looked unhappy, Kong Zhenghui also waved his hand: "Zhengqi, you drank too much, what nonsense are you talking about!"
"I've been holding some words in my stomach for a long time." Kong Zhengqi waved his hand, and with the help of wine, he poured out the complaints in his stomach: "Brother, I feel wronged for you! How easy has it been for you these years? You have worked hard,
I made suggestions for the association and worked hard without complaint, but what happened? I was not reused in the association, and even ended up with...a cripple. Brother, you are not married yet!"
As he spoke, Kong Zhengqi couldn't help but shed tears. He didn't know whether he was drunk and showing his true feelings, or whether he was following Yu Mingyuan and others to express his inner complaints.
In his opinion, his cousin followed Yu Mingyuan. Now that Yu Mingyuan has withdrawn, Kong Zhenghui actually has no room for development.
To put it bluntly, when the Tongji Association split up, whether it was the upper-level layout or the final fake show, Kong Zhenghui actually had conflicts with Su Tianyu.
With this kind of relationship, is it possible for someone to reuse me? Marginalization is inevitable.
Kong Zhengqi thought this and wiped the corners of his eyes: "Brother, I...!"
"Okay!" Kong Zhenghui interrupted him again: "Stop talking, you drank too much."
Kong Zhengqi originally wanted to continue pouring out his grievances, but when he saw his cousin's face, he had to stand up and said, "If you're not allowed to talk, then I'll pee."
After saying that, he shook his body, turned around and left the private room.
The rest of the people in the room didn't look very good.
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After leaving the room, Kong Zhengqi wandered to the nearby bathroom, unbuttoned his trousers and relaxed the pressure on his bladder.
He stood in front of the toilet, his eyes straight, his mouth slightly open, and his consciousness a little hazy. At this moment, the phone suddenly rang.
"Dip Lingling!"
Kong Zhengqi pulled up his pants, took out his cell phone and saw that it was an unfamiliar number. He answered the call drunkenly: "Hello? Who is it?!"
A polite voice rang on the phone: "Hello, Mr. Kong, I am from the Discipline Inspection Team of the General Bureau of Statistics. Your funeral should be over by now. Please come to the Bureau of Statistics tomorrow morning."