Two days later.
The weather was clear and cloudless.
At the foot of Fenglan Mountain, on the outskirts of Fenglan City, there was a road that led up the mountain.
On both sides of the road, a wreath was placed at a certain distance, and each wreath had two curtains hanging from it.
At the end of this path was the Fenglan Ridge Cemetery.
Buzz!
At this moment, an old red-flag car without a license plate was driving straight up the mountain.
In the car was a white-haired old man wearing a straight and dignified Chinese tunic suit, black sunglasses, and a Bluetooth headset.
Sitting in the front passenger seat was an attractive woman in a delicate black cheongsam. She also had a Bluetooth earpiece in her ear.
Although she was a woman, she had maintained herself well. She looked to be only about 30 years old.
Behind the car were two black SUVs.
These two cars, along with the white-haired old man and the beautiful young woman, were the plans that Zhang Ye had prepared for Old Master Zhao Li. It was a high-class funeral for him.
At this moment, the two cars were following the road at the foot of Fenglan Mountain, heading straight for the direction of the Ridge Cemetery on Fenglan Mountain.
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On Mount Fenglan, in the Ridge Cemetery.
The scenery in the cemetery was excellent. The cement road was repaired and could only accommodate two cars. There were tall and straight cypress trees on both sides of the road. Inside was a cemetery that was divided into pieces, and around the cemetery was a lawn.
It was autumn, and the originally green cypress trees had turned slightly yellow.
The lush green lawn turned yellow along with the cypress trees.
At this moment, a gentle breeze blew past, adding a touch of sadness to the already heavy atmosphere.
All of this seemed to be crying about the injustice of the heavens, but also seemed to be complaining about leaving too early.
Near the northwest corner of Ridge Cemetery.
The warm sunlight shone on a tombstone.
At the top of the center of the tombstone hung a black-and-white photo of Zhao Li wearing a Chinese tunic suit. His eyes were bright and his face was smiling.
Below, the words 'Zhao Lizhi's Grave' were very eye-catching.
Behind the tombstone, there was a grave that had been dug open. It was only one square meter in size.
There was a rectangular urn inside.
The old man, who had worked hard, tired, and wronged his entire life for the sake of his children and to survive, was placed in a rectangular box.
In front of the tombstone.
Zhao Yi turned around and secretly wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes. Zhao Na knelt on the ground and looked at her father's tombstone and the black-and-white photo. She cried non-stop, and a middle-aged woman comforted her in a low voice.
Behind the two of them stood a group of immediate family members, Zhao Li's friends, and old neighbors.
Each of them wore black clothes and held a bouquet of flowers in their hands.
Some of them could not help but shake their heads and sigh. Some of them looked at the black and white photo of Zhao Li hanging on the tombstone, and sorrow welled up in their hearts.
The funeral had not yet begun, but the sound of crying could be heard.
Before the funeral music could be played, everyone's hearts were gripped tightly.
Buzz!
At this moment, several cars roared.
Most of the people present looked in the direction of the voice.
It was a black Volkswagen sedan with a white license plate.
Behind the car was a Rolls-Royce Phantom, a Bentley Mulsanne, and a Maybach.
A total of four cars appeared before everyone's eyes.
Among the crowd, some were surprised, some shook their heads and sighed, but most of them were puzzled.
Only Zhao Yi looked at the black and white photo of Zhao Li on the tombstone when he saw the four cars.
A complicated look flashed in his eyes, but in the end, it turned into helplessness.
Squeak--
As the black Volkswagen with a white license plate stopped at the front, the cars behind stopped by the roadside.
Ka--
Under everyone's gaze.
An old man in a black suit stepped out of the black Volkswagen.
Soon after.
A plump old man in a large black robe alighted from the Rolls-Royce.
An old man in a black Tang suit got out of the Bentley.
A skinny old man with a walking stick stepped out of the last Maybach.
……
Under the lead of the old man in a suit, the four of them walked toward Zhao Li's tombstone.
Just by looking at the cars that these elders drove, it was not difficult to guess their identities.
They were Zhao Li's old comrades.
The purpose of their visit today was very simple.
He had come to send Zhao Li off on his last journey.
" Uncles, thank you very much for coming to attend my father's funeral…" Zhao Yi's tone was low as he bowed slightly.
The old man in the suit nodded, and his serious face was slightly moved."Old Zhao has only four close friends in his life. He's gone, so we have to send him off one last time.”
The plump old man secretly wiped the tears from the corner of his eyes and smiled bitterly."Old Zhao's life has been too hard. He's also stubborn.”
The old man who got off the Bentley lit a cigarette and took a deep breath."He's a person who's most afraid of others giving him charity. As long as he changes this habit, he won't be like this.”
The old man with the walking stick rested his hands on his walking stick and shook his head."Now that he's gone, what's the point of talking about this?”
" Yeah, they're all gone now…" The old man in the suit sighed.
He turned to look at Zhao Yi and said,""Is everyone here?"
Zhao Yi nodded.
The old man in the suit nodded. He looked at the black and white portrait of his old friend on the tombstone and said with a trembling voice,"Then…let's begin."
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