Chapter 743

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"Red city sent a message, the task is completed, ra9 has disappeared, the residual data is cleared, and the people in Zhimeng are waking up one after another!"

Big brother said to all the fighters around him, "we have won this battle!"

Hula -

cheers and applause sounded like a boiling tide.

All people forget their bodies in surprise, and the most calm people can't help smiling. On this day, the cloud of wisdom and equipment over the heads of all human beings finally dissipates, and the sun shines on the earth again.

At this time, the bad news came: "major Lu's brain wave has stopped!"

The atmosphere in the base suddenly fell into a dead silence.

……

Su Xiangli, wearing a regular dress, received the medal of the Republic instead of Lu Zhengkang.

Her face was so calm that she hardly looked like a 16-year-old girl.

It's her turn to report on stage. Under the stage, Lu Zhengkang's parents, relatives and friends are all there, already sobbing.

"Today, I am honored to accept the highest honor of the country on behalf of my closest comrade in arms, comrade Lu Zhengkang. This is a war without smoke and news. Fortunately, we won a beautiful victory. This kind of dedication in difficult times highlights the spirit of the Chinese people. In the face of natural and man-made disasters that infringe on people's life and security, any soldier, even ordinary people, has the courage to fight to the death, even if it is a battle beyond our conventional cognition. As long as there is a home and a country in our heart, all sacrifice is a song of triumph for the heroes.... "

The sound of Su Xiangli spread all over the country by means of communication equipment, and even every corner of the solar system where human beings are based. Everyone knows that there is a 16-year-old boy who died in a secret war related to the fate of mankind.

After the meeting, Su Xiangli met Lu Jiande and his wife in the side hall.

Sun Hui's eyes were red, as if she had plated a layer of red paint around her eyes. But when she saw Su Xiangli, she still smile, "Xiao Su, we Kangkang always mention you to us, you do a good job."

Lu Jiande didn't say a word, his face was livid, and he was almost speechless.

Among the two younger sisters, Sun Sheng, the second, was still silent. Sun Ying, the third, raised her head and said hello to Su Xiangli: "sister-in-law, is he dead?"

Su Xiangli looks into Sun Ying's eyes. Her cheeks are reflected in the child's eyes. It's like looking at herself. Su Xiangli doesn't know how to answer for a moment Yes When she told the truth, she felt that she was giving out a sharp knife.

Little sister nodded, now the children know what is death, she also comforted Su Xiangli, "it's OK, sister-in-law, I see in the book, there are three levels of human death, the death of the body is only the first level, as long as we still remember him, brother will not die."

Su Xiangli's eyes finally couldn't contain her tears. She squatted down and hugged her little sister. "Yes, Yingying, you are very sensible."

"This is what my elder brother taught me. He often says that people will die. I hope we don't cry at his funeral. Oh, by the way, he has a special email with songs he wants to play at his funeral. He thought he would die in 70 or 80 years. He also said that young people attending funerals would think he was old-fashioned. I'll send you the mail. "

His mother, sun Hui, yelled, "Sun Ying, don't be mischievous."

Lu Jiande turned his head and said nothing, but his shoulders trembled.

Tomorrow is July 17, 2093, the funeral of Lu Zhengkang.

There's a wake tonight, and it's the first seven.

In the mourning hall, there were lights and candles. In the banquet hall next door, the atmosphere of fasting at the funeral was cold, and the participants were stiff. Among them, Lu Zhengkang's classmates, comrades in arms, relatives and many strange family members, some were immersed in sorrow, while others just ate by themselves.

People's joys and sorrows are especially clean at funerals.

In the early morning of the 17th, Lu Zhengkang's body was sent to the incinerator, and he was wrapped in a heavy shroud. This kind of dress, which is invisible on weekdays, makes everyone present feel absurd when they see it. The ancient tradition is wrapped in the young and modern body, which is like the best footnote of dying young.

Only ten people were allowed to enter the observation room, including Lu Jiande, the elder male of Lu's family, and his brothers, as well as Lu Tingchu, Lu Zhengkang's great grandfather, and Su Xiangli's father, Su quanting. The rest of them were waiting outside in the rest room.

The incinerator is fully automatic, and the body will be ignited after entering. This cremation technology has been used for many years and is very safe. In order to take care of the emotions of the family members, the observation port is very small. When you look inside from the hole, you can only see the orange flame jet. As for the appearance of the body, you can't see it at all.

Lu Jiande bowed and gazed hard. After a while, he couldn't see anything clearly. He only knew that what was burning inside was his son's body, his blood heir, and his ancestry of Miao nationality.

At least, he died a glorious death, and there was a tomb for him, but he didn't have to be like the rest of the people. After his death, there was only one electronic token left for people to look up to.But after all, he died. The child accompanied him for 16 years. Lu Jiande witnessed his growth, just like seeing another more perfect and outstanding self. Now the copy of his life is the first step. The material of physical existence is being destroyed, and his mind and brain have long stopped. It is like a beautiful wall clock. When time is fixed forever, death is given.

Lu Jiande squatted down slowly. Several brothers came over and patted him on the back.

When he was young, Lu Jiande experienced the death of his parents. The grief at that time made him feel numb enough. But now, he finds that he still has pain, bleeding, and the scars of the past are beginning to hurt.

Soon, the cremation is over, and it's time to collect the bones. However, what people see is a small pile of lustrous relics, emitting colorful iridescence on the burned bed board.

"Jiande! Your son has become a Buddha

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At the funeral at noon, many reporters with long guns and short guns burst in.

"What are you doing here? No interviews now! "

"Let's take photos. I heard that major Lu Zhengkang has become a Buddha. The chief editor said that if I don't report this, I will leave tonight!"

"Yes! That's right A crowd of reporters were shouting.

"Are you not afraid of prison?"

"Be free! People have the right to get information! "

These people were forcibly taken away, just at this time, the funeral scene sounded passionate music.

At present, many elderly people are stunned: "who is playing the evolution of digital baby?"

The reporters jumped with joy.

"No matter who you are, there are times when you want to escape..."

Sun Sheng, the second younger sister, and Sun Ying, the younger sister, were hiding in the audio-video room. They should have played sad music, but Lu Zhengkang left a note saying, "please play the following songs at my funeral --" Braveheart "," good time "," the godweather "," love when you die "," go home often "," borrow from heaven for another 500 years. "

The younger sister put her hands together and said, "brother, I have fulfilled your wish."

Sun Sheng pulls his sister to flee immediately, leaving chicken feathers all over the funeral site.