The sky in Yanjing is gray and covered with dark clouds, just like the invisible hand of fate covering up the sunshine, blocking out the sky and making it suffocating.
eight o'clock in the morning,
All kinds of cars were parked outside the place where the Han family held the memorial service, and the wreaths occupied the long street and made it airtight.
Perhaps anticipating this, the place Han Xiaoyi chose to hold the memorial service was not in the city, but in a well-known place in the suburbs. On a street more than ten meters wide and one hundred meters long, the cool and quiet atmosphere in the past was instantly
It was torn into pieces, but what replaced it was not liveliness and joy, but a feeling of depression and sadness that was solidified to the extreme. There were cars parked on both sides of the street, and the 100-meter-long convoy was frightening, and the hall was full of people.
The wreaths had no choice but to be placed outside, but as the crowd gathered, the wreaths were piled up even on the street, leaving only a not-so-wide passage.
There are many people and more wreaths,
Some big bosses who are abroad and unable to arrive at the scene in person sent people to express their condolences.
In the two hours from six o'clock in the morning to now, Han Xiaoyi has received nearly 300 people, including political officials, business tycoons, and people who cooperate with the Han family.
Everyone in the military unit had extremely solemn expressions, expressing regret for the immortal talent in the coffin and regret for the towering building of the Han family.
Han Xiaoyi wore mourning clothes and received every condolence guest with a sad face, bowing and thanking, bowing and thanking,
She said thank you more in two hours than she had in a lifetime, and bowed more times in two hours than in a lifetime.
Standing next to her were Uncle Fu and the meticulous young man in green robe, Chen Zizi, one on the left and one on the right, guarding Han Xiaoyi and Han Xiaobao in the center, welcoming the guests in a low atmosphere.
Lin Ze is not here,
After finishing her work in the early morning, Han Xiaoyi gave Lin Ze a task, a task that required leaving Yanjing to complete.
Pick someone up,
Picking up a person he didn't know and Han Xiaoyi didn't know either, but Han Xiaoyi told Lin Ze that this person had to pick up. If he didn't pick up, the memorial service might not be able to be completed successfully.
Lin Ze didn't ask much,
He knew that Han Xiaoyi didn't have much energy to answer his doubts. Lin Ze, who had slept for three hours, drove away after getting the task. He needed to rush, the memorial service would end at 12 noon, and Han Xiaoyi's request was
, he must come back before eleven o'clock,
The memorial service was carried out in an orderly manner. Starting at 8:30, the characters appearing on the stage began to become heavy. The intervention of major second-tier families, quasi-first-tier families, and first-tier families made this memorial service brilliant and made this memorial service even more brilliant.
The weight of Han Xiaoyi has expanded infinitely. Facing all the guests who may be enemies or friends with him in the future, Han Xiaoyi maintains a calm expression and does not reveal any unexpected emotions.
This calmness and composure surprised many big bosses towards Han Xiaoyi.
She is powerful,
No one has ever denied this,
But no one expected that Han Xiaoyi could stabilize her emotions at her father's memorial service, receive the guests without showing any weakness, and make all kinds of etiquette and arrangements to the extreme.
Although her delicate and pale face is full of haggard, there is a perseverance that belies her age in her eyes, which is admirable.
"Miss Xue family has arrived."
A not too loud, but extremely solemn voice sounded outside the door,
After hearing this, everyone immediately stood up to greet the goddess of Yanjing who had been drinking with Han Zhenbei all night long.
When her name fell into the ears of everyone, the first reaction of a group of people staying in the hall was, will this goddess of Yanjing, who has always had her own way of dressing, change her style for Han Zhenbei?
Obviously, their expectations came true,
Aunt Xue's family not only changed her previous dress, but also adapted to the tone of this memorial service.
Simple and even slightly dark, she was completely different from her usual glamorous outfits. A pair of black cloth shoes did not take away the goddess's charm. She was still like a delicate red rose, blooming with the unique charm of a thirty-year-old woman. Her smile and frown were still full of magic, and every step she took was filled with femininity. As her beautiful eyes moved around, many members of the opposite sex subconsciously lowered their eyes, not daring to look directly at this fairy-like woman.
After paying solemn and respectful condolences, Aunt Xue's family walked to Han Xiaoyi. After the girl thanked her, Aunt Xue's family tenderly held the girl's cold but stubborn hand and whispered: "The deceased is gone, but the living is alive." People must be strong.”
"Thank you." Listening to the goddess's magnetic and slightly tender words, Han Xiaoyi's heart tightened and her mind felt like she was fainting.
Isn't this voice the voice of her mother in her imagination?
At this moment, her eye circles were slightly red again, but just for a moment, she returned to normal.
Aunt Xue's family watched Han Xiaoyi's every move and felt pity in her heart. This girl has really grown up.
But as you grow up, your responsibilities will increase, the pressure will increase, and life will become more painful and difficult.
"Whether a person's life is successful or valuable, no public opinion guidance or appearance can be accurate. The memorial service will always clearly reveal the influence of this person." Aunt Xue's family said softly, "Xiaoyi, your father He is an amazing person, and he is also an elder that I respect. From him, I have learned things that will last a lifetime. Please believe that he will bless you and pray for you in the nine heavens."
"Yeah." Han Xiaoyi nodded heavily,
"The eldest son of the Chen family has arrived."
At this moment, an increasingly fierce voice sounded outside the house,
The crowd in the room suddenly moved,
Aren’t the Chen family at odds with the Han family?
Why did this critical moment come? Could it be...
Han Xiaoyi and Aunt Xue's family moved their eyes to the door without any surprise. They saw a handsome young man in a black suit walking slowly, surrounded by black and white robes. His face looked heavy, like a deceased person. He was like a relative, and his moving face definitely didn't look like a fake. Even Chen Xueqin next to him had a slightly condensed expression, seeming to be very sad about Han Zhenbei's passing.
Aunt Xue just glanced at the Chen family and whispered coldly: "Chen Yifei's acting skills are god-level."
Han Xiaoyi stood up straight and walked forward with an expressionless face.
As soon as she moved, Uncle Fu and Chen Zizi followed her and met with the Chen family in the middle of the field.
Pull one hair and move the whole body,
The atmosphere at the scene suddenly condensed into a suffocating substance,
,,,,
At the entrance of the busy train station, crowds of people were filing in and out. Although it was the depth of winter, no one felt cold because of it. Instead, they were sweating profusely.
A young man with thick black hair squatted on the side of the door and smoked a cigarette. Occasionally he opened the bottle of mineral water and took a few sips. He glanced at the door from time to time, and then smoked with his head buried angrily. He seemed to be Thinking about something,
About a quarter of an hour later, a tough-headed kid emerged from behind the young man. He was about 12 or 13 years old and about 1.6 meters tall. He stood inconspicuously among the crowd, but he was among the top kids among his peers.
The little kid's face was full of excitement, but the excitement was mixed with a touch of panic. His eyes rolled, and he reached out and patted the black-haired man squatting on the ground.
"Boss, I just,, ouch."
As soon as he opened his mouth, the young man didn't know how to move his head. With a backhand pull, he picked up the rather agile little kid and threw it out. Then he threw the kid so hard that he had a nosebleed and his face was bruised. Down,
"Damn it, I've been waiting for you for half an hour. You're looking for death." The black-haired man said angrily.
He uttered some vicious words, and the nearby crowd immediately cast contemptuous and angry looks at him, but the little brat's next words dispelled the bravery of several young people whose sense of justice had been completely wiped out by this bitch society. idea,
"Boss, we finally have a chance to go out for a walk. I just fell in love with that young woman on the train. I can't just say goodbye." The little kid wiped the nosebleed from his mouth and said with a giggle,
"Fuck you, uncle." The young man cursed, "You are so fucking slutty."
"Hehe, each other." The little boy squirmed and leaned close to the young man. He loudly took out a cigarette and lit it. He squatted next to him and took a puff of it. He puffed out a stream of smoke in a skillful way and said. ,"Cool."
Two men who behaved extremely strangely made the people nearby roll their eyes. Is this a sign that the top beam is out of alignment and the bottom beam is crooked?
However, looking at the young man's domineering and fierce moves, the passengers did not dare to say anything and concentrated on completing their crowded tasks.
The young man refilled his cigarette, glanced sideways at the little kid, and muttered: "What do you mean, are you taking advantage of this opportunity or are you trying to get your phone number?"
"That butt feels so good." The little kid immediately smiled and said, "Unfortunately, there were too many people, so I couldn't complete the feat of breast penetration, but we have to call. The sister has a three-year-old daughter. Well, it's exactly She is a young woman among young women and a mature woman among mature women. Once the training is completed, I will ask her to have sex immediately."
"Bitch." the young man cursed,
"hey-hey."
This pair of living treasures is naturally Mo Shu and Xiao Hu.
A week ago, they received an invitation from the Yangcheng Military Region to participate in a youth competition. Mo Shu originally planned to go alone, but he couldn't bear Xiaohu's shamelessness. He was tortured by Xiaohu the night before departure, so he reluctantly agreed. On the way back by train today, Xiaohu fell in love with a beautiful young woman in the same carriage. What kind of person is Xiaohu? She was just an animal that followed Mo Shu. Within ten minutes, the young woman was so amused by Xiaohu that she was beaming, showing off her beauty, and was shouting. He wanted to recognize him as his younger brother, but he had no reaction to the good-looking Mo Shu.
It wasn't until the train arrived at the station that Xiaohu took the opportunity to take advantage and asked for the phone under the red-faced and angry young woman.
"Let's go." Mo Shu patted his butt and left the station with the mineral water.
"Boss, this is not the way to go back to the military area." Xiaohupidian followed up and asked inexplicably,
"I won't come back today." Moshu threw a cigarette into his mouth.
"Where are we going?" Xiaohu immediately asked excitedly after hearing this, "Boss, do you have money? How about we go wash your feet."
"Go away." Mo Shu cursed fiercely, "I'm going to find Lin Ze."
"What are you looking for, Brother Xiao Lin?" Xiao Hu asked curiously,
"Han Zhenbei is dead. Ask him if he needs my help." Mo Xian said expressionlessly.
"Ah." Xiaohu raised his eyebrows and said strangely, "You are talking about that Han Daxiong."
"Yeah." Mo Shu nodded lightly.
"Hey, how did he die?" Xiaohu asked jumping up.
"Keep your fucking mouth clean," Moshu scolded.
"Oh," Xiaohu shrank his neck and lowered his voice and asked, "Boss, if Han Zhenbei is really dead, he will be the only one left in the Han family."
"Um."
"That's not good. Such a big Han family can only be supported by these two little brats." Xiaohu asked very maturely.
"It's none of your business." Moshu frowned and said,
"Boss, what are you doing? Are you worried that someone will cause trouble for them?" Xiaohu asked,
"It's not impossible." Moshu said,
"Brother Xiao Lin is so supportive of Han Xiaoyi. He will definitely not stand by coldly. Boss, go over now." Xiao Hu blinked his dark eyes and asked, "Are you planning to kill one or two of the people who make things difficult for the Han family? Kill a pair."
Xiaohu slashed his arm in the air, and Beier had murderous intent.
"What do you think?" A sneer appeared at the corner of Mo Shu's mouth, and he walked away with his head held high.
