Sorrow Music, Red Flag Entrance!
In front of the tombstone, a mournful sound rang out, adding a chill to the atmosphere. Coupled with the sobbing sound, it was like a knife that stabbed deeply into everyone's hearts.
"Today, I welcome everyone to attend Zhao Li's funeral. I'm Zhao Li's nephew, Zhao Ergen, and the host of this funeral.”Zhao Ergen was wearing a black suit and had a downcast expression. He stood at the side with a microphone in his hand.
" Zhao Li, my uncle. He's a good person, a respected person. He's upright and kind, and has never done anything bad in his life…"
Zhao Ergen spoke in a choked voice as he raised a tissue to wipe his tears.
Everyone present was also affected by such emotions and burst into tears.
Meanwhile, Zhao Na was already sobbing and lying on the ground, trembling. Her son and Zhao Yi's daughter were also crying quietly, but the reason why the children were crying was because the adults were crying.
These cries were mixed together, as if they were going to pierce through the sky and reach the ears of the smiling old man on the tombstone.
In the crowd.
Zhao Li's four comrades consciously stood behind the Zhao family members.
Today, they were friends. Even if they had a high status, they should be like this.
This was the rule.
After hearing the speech, tears started to roll in their eyes again.
"Go, call those kids over.”As the oldest of the four, Zhang Zheng said to the youngest, Liu Wenyuan.
Liu Wenyuan wiped his tears and nodded.
After leaving the crowd, Liu Wenyuan walked toward the car.
When they arrived at the car, the driver bowed slightly and the officer nodded.
Liu Wenyuan raised his hand and looked at the four grandchildren.
"Alright, stop chatting." Liu Wenyuan said in a low voice.
"Grandpa Liu."
"Grandpa Liu."
"Grandpa Liu."
"Grandpa!"
When the four grandchildren saw Liu Wenyuan walking over, they immediately stopped the conversation game and greeted him.
Liu Wenyuan was not in the mood to care about them now. He was immersed in the sadness of Brother Zhao's death.
"The four of you, come with me. It's time to pay your respects.”
With that, he turned around and walked towards the grave.
As soon as he finished speaking.
The three boys 'faces darkened, and their excited little faces collapsed.
Only the girl looked better.
He couldn't think of a way out, so he decided to leave after the funeral.
But did they dare? They didn't dare.
She could only follow behind Liu Wenyuan obediently.
" Today is the anniversary of Old Mister Zhao Li's death. He has left us forever, and he has also left this world forever…"
Back in the crowd, the speech was still going on.
Liu Wenyuan and his elder brother stood at the side.
According to the rules, their grandchildren should be standing in the last row.
However, these four grandchildren stood five meters away from the crowd and did not move forward.
"Just stand here. They all smell.”Liu Yewen pinched his nose and pretended to smell bad as he whispered to his friend beside him.
Wang Jian also reached out his hand and waved it in the air. He looked at the people who were crying in low voices with disdain."I'm crying non-stop. My ears are about to explode.”
Zhang Haoran crossed his arms in front of him, his face full of reluctance."I still don't understand why I should attend such a person's funeral.”
Zhang Haoran raised his head and looked at the sun hanging high in the sky. He blocked it with one hand and narrowed his eyes."I'm dying from the sun. Let's end this quickly."
After a few simple complaints and venting the resentment in their hearts, they stopped complaining.
There was no other reason. They were afraid that their grandfathers would hear them.
If his allowance was deducted because of this matter, or he was grounded or something, it was not worth it.
……
"This is the end of my speech. On behalf of the Zhao family, on behalf of Zhao Li, and on behalf of my uncle, I would like to thank everyone once again for coming to attend his funeral today.”Zhao Ergen bowed deeply to the crowd.
In the crowd, the cries were already very quiet, and the funeral music was also reduced to a minimum.
Zhao Yi, Zhao Na, and their children were still kneeling beside the tombstone.
Following that, everyone went forward and placed plain flowers on the ground, saying their condolences. The entire funeral was about to end.
After all, in order to respect Zhao Li's last wishes, there was no need for a grand funeral. It was just a simple process.
Buzz!
Just as everyone was about to bring the flowers forward.
In the nearby Ridge Cemetery, a car roared.
No one was paying attention to this.
However, the four grandchildren looked in the direction of the voice.
"Hey, look, there are three cars coming.”Wang Jian pointed at the three black cars that were approaching.
The other three had no intention of caring about the funeral. Something could attract their attention and they immediately turned to look.
"Wait a minute, does the car in front have no license plate?”Liu Yewen narrowed his eyes and said in surprise.
Zhang Haoran snorted." Are you really not afraid of being caught? How dare you drive a car without a license plate?" Wait…"
The next moment, Zhang Haoran's eyes widened and he exclaimed,""That's an old Red Flag! F * ck!"
Originally, they were still conversing in low voices, but Zhang Haoran's words directly raised his voice by an octave.
Instantly.
The crowd attending the funeral was all attracted by Zhang Haoran's exclamation.
Under everyone's gaze.
A red flag without a license plate was followed by two large black SUVs.
The three cars were driving towards the funeral venue.
Everyone's faces were filled with doubt, surprise, and confusion.
Squeak--
Under everyone's watchful eyes.
The red flag without a license plate was parked in front of the military vehicle that Zhang Zheng was in.
An unprecedented feeling immediately swept through everyone's nerves.
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