After Zi Feng finished reading the letter.
He collapsed onto the ground.
In the process of reading the letter.
She seemed to have experienced Su Li's entire journey.
She could clearly feel Su Li's pain.
And all sorts of other emotions that were deeply rooted in his bones.
"Zi Feng, you've worked hard."
He Jiong patted Zi Feng's shoulder encouragingly.
Grandma Wang also cast a grateful gaze at Zi Feng.
She had never known that her son, Chen Xu, would be killed.
He actually had such a close female friend.
The audience in the live broadcast room.
At this moment, they were all immersed in a melancholic mood.
At this moment.
Five to six middle-aged women suddenly appeared outside the courtyard.
They all looked to be in their forties.
"Teacher Wang!"
As soon as they entered the courtyard, they greeted them warmly.
"Why are you guys here?"
Mr. Wang asked curiously when he saw the person.
"The village chief asked us to come."
"He asked us to help."
The woman who spoke was called Zheng Lan.
She used to be the class monitor of Teacher Wang's class.
Usually, she was a warm-hearted person in the village.
Zheng Lan looked at He Jiong and Zi Feng who were present.
He even greeted the two of them.
"You must be Teacher He. Welcome.”
"Younger Sister Zi Feng is much better looking than on television.”
Zheng Lan's enthusiasm.
In an instant, the depressing atmosphere from before was turned 180 degrees.
One after the other.
It really made Zi Feng and He Jiong not know whether to cry or laugh.
"This big sister is so enthusiastic!"
The audience was also discussing Zheng Lan.
"I already told the village chief that there's no need to help.”
Teacher Wang said to Zheng Lan.
She did not want to trouble the villagers because of her sons.
Her daily meals, daily life, taking care of her grandfather, and other matters.
The village and the organization had already given her meticulous care.
Therefore, as long as it was within his ability.
She would choose to do it herself.
As for the decoration of the mourning hall, it was specially instructed by the village chief.
However, the village chief did not say the exact reason.
"We'll know when night comes.”
The village chief only said this sentence.
"Teacher Wang, you still have time to talk."
"We just watched the show."
"If it wasn't for Teacher He and Younger Sister Zi Feng's help.”
"You can't even carry this altar."
"Even if you can lift this, what about the rest?”
Zheng Lan pretended to be angry.
“……”
Mr. Wang fell silent.
"Zheng Lan, stop talking."
Another woman pushed Zheng Lan.
Zheng Lan was straightforward and only then did she realize.
His words just now were clearly inappropriate.
"What does this big sister mean?"
"What do you mean by what happens next?"
"What else?"
The audience heard Zheng Lan's words.
They were all dumbfounded.
He Jiong suddenly thought of Kang Yong's words.
Chen Xu was not the only martyr in the Chen family…
It seemed that these villagers knew the inside story.
No wonder those villagers mentioned the Chen family back then.
All of them could not help but reveal sadness in their eyes!
He just didn't know how many more martyrs the Chen family had.
Or even…
Thinking of this, He Jiong did not dare to continue thinking.
Zi Feng looked at Zheng Lan with a surprised expression.
She did not know the inside story.
Therefore, he was very puzzled by Zheng Lan's words.
Teacher Wang did not blame Zheng Lan.
Instead, he waved his hand and said,"
"Come, come."
"I can't refuse to accept my old age."
This meant that he agreed to help Zheng Lan and the others.
Zheng Lan and the others were overjoyed.
They were not only here to help.
It was also the time for Teacher Wang to fall into sorrow.
They could help ease Mr. Wang's emotions so that he wouldn't be too sad.
Then, under Teacher Wang's command.
Zheng Lan and the middle-aged woman walked into the room in the middle.
A moment later.
They came out with another offering table.
Then, he placed it next to the altar.
" What's going on?!"
Seeing this unbelievable scene in front of him.
The audience's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.
Other than Zheng Lan and the others.
He Jiong was not too surprised because he was mentally prepared.
But Zi Feng was shocked beyond words.
When she saw Mr. Wang, she came from the middle room one after another.
When he took out many incense sticks and fruits again.
He almost collapsed!
"Teacher He, do you know what's going on?”
Zi Feng saw Teacher Wang's solemn expression, so he did not dare to disturb him.
She could only ask He Jiong beside her.
"I'm not too sure, but someone should know.”
"Wait a moment, I'll go ask now.”
He Jiong walked to the side.
He contacted Kang Yong through the earpiece.
"Director Kang, did you see the scene?”
"Who is Teacher Wang decorating the mourning hall for now?”
He Jiong asked directly.
"It might be Chen Yu."
"But I'm not too sure."
Kang Yong speculated.
The reason why he guessed so.
It was because he knew that Chen Yu was the eighth son of the Chen family.
"Teacher He, look!"
Just as He Jiong was about to ask further.
Zi Feng suddenly ran over and interrupted He Jiong.
He Jiong followed Zi Feng's finger and turned his head to take a look.
He saw Teacher Wang holding a huge black photo frame.
He walked out from the room in the middle.
Almost at the same time.
Outside the courtyard.
Suddenly, a loud voice rang out.
"Is Auntie Wang at home? I'm Li Ming.”
"I'm here to see Chen Yu."
Following the voice, everyone looked over.
The screen in the live broadcast room was also shown to the person who had just arrived.
He saw three people standing at the entrance.
When he saw the middle-aged man in front of him.
Many of the audience stood up in shock.
The middle-aged man was blind.
His eyes were covered by a huge white cloth.
Not only that.
One of his sleeves.
It was also empty, swaying with the wind!
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