Chapter 744

Su Xiangli looked at the flustered people. His mother's family was at a loss. The public was in a bad mood. There were many strangers from all walks of life, some nodding friends, the master of ceremonies and funeral people, and Colonel Lin and others. Thousands of mouths, thousands of hands, pointing to each other, noisy burst out of chaotic sentences, like a group of green ducks rushing into the vegetable market, creaking, no one knows what to do, no one knows where they are. There are only rows of high monuments and rows of low tombstones, which are like stalls full of vegetables. These people can't help but cram their eyes into the characters on these stones.

The chaos lasted for a long time until Colonel Lin could not see it. He went to the front of the crowd and yelled to calm everyone down.

After all, there is no need to express too solemn solemnity to attend a youth's funeral.

The evolution of digital baby was finally closed by the busy staff.

The reporters were driven out and everything was going in the right direction.

But before the master of ceremonies finished speaking, a group of monks with floating cars entered the cemetery again. They said that they were people in the funeral industry, so they cheated the welfare workers. It's strange to say that when the intellectual and mechanical crisis happened, the corners of the road were filled up again by the starving welfare workers. However, people still miss those metal guys who look harmless to human beings and animals, especially when they encounter those human accidents that are hard to refuse. If the cemetery is a group of machines, they can certainly stop the reporters and monks together.

Similarly, if there are some armed guards, the effect will be the same.

However, since you choose to arrange the cemetery in Jiangsu and Zhejiang, there is nothing to complain about. Journalists don't just come in with one mouth.

Su Xiangli slowly shrinks from the front of the crowd to the outside and turns on his mobile phone. Sure enough, all kinds of news have been flying all over the world. All kinds of big media, government media, we media, domestic and foreign, the earth and the moon are talking about Lu Zhengkang. It's just that people don't seem to have any feelings about the content of the secret war, but they are very interested in him . Up to now, Lu Zhengkang has been crowned with a lot of names, such as the fallen genius and the Savior of postmodern crisis.

When someone praised it, someone immediately jumped out to oppose it. They listed Lu Zhengkang's cruel behavior in the third world, suggesting that he had a serious antisocial personality. When such a video came out for the first time, countless people immediately scolded him in the comments. Some people support major Lu, others praise him or kill him, and a group of "Li Zhongke" begin to fight. The scene is like burning fire and cooking oil. The virtual world is full of people. The new news is like a rainstorm blown by a typhoon. It's urgent and dense, with thunder and lightning.

The situation reversed again and again. Every footprint left by Lu Zhengkang from his birth was dug out, and someone gilded his footprints. All his behaviors are showing his difference. People are like children watching meteors on a midsummer night. Some people feel that the beauty of meteors is fleeting. Some people regret why they can't stay in the starry sky. Others feel that this meteor is really inexplicable. It doesn't have any impact on life at all. Why does it fascinate other people.

The incident that the reporter broke into major Lu's funeral also caused a big stir on the Internet. For a moment, the verbal and written attacks became more and more intense. There were also threats that the reporter wanted to be human and pick up the media's black materials. There was a lot of chaos. It was like a mob of demons.

Su Xiangli looked down at the recording of a concert. This was the first and last time that Su huaifeixing band appeared on the stage. The comments were all about blessing and remembrance. Countless people found a short but three minute resonance and meaning of life in the music.

Finally, the song "to kill that Shijiazhuang man" by the grand master. Although the whole process has been silenced, the atmosphere is still fresh in my memory. Su Xiangli thought, it's time to see his old man. I don't know if he is well.

The monks waited quietly, ignoring the strange eyes of the people. When Lu Zhengkang's urn was brought out, they moved forward three steps excitedly. Finally, an old monk took the initiative to walk up to Lu Jiande. "Benefactor, please. I heard that there is a real Buddha in shanxinjia, so I specially came to see the golden body."

We all maintain a sense of respect for religion.

The old abbot asked, "can we see the deer Bodhisattva's relic?"

"I'm afraid not." Lu Jiande looked down at the urn and the black-and-white photo of his son. Next to someone holding an umbrella, is not to let the sun shine on the urn, but that day thick clouds, not much light.

The old abbot looked back at a skinny middle-aged monk and nodded at him. He immediately counted and bowed to Lu Jiande. "Today I saw a real Bodhisattva. I don't know if the benefactor can give me a picture of the whole body of the Bodhisattva. We're going to mold a golden body for him and offer it to the temple."

Sun Hui came over and shook her head at her husband. Mother's face is also a layer of tears dry frost, cold like a ceramic mask.

"Sorry."

The abbot bowed his head and said, "it doesn't matter. The dead tree in the world of mortals is a trace of two hearts of Tathagata. Since the living Buddha has gone to the West and left great love in the world, monks will not cling to a mere relic. Amitabha, take care, benefactor

The monks still walked in a floating car, watching their red and yellow, gold and silver back disappear behind the black window, which made it difficult for people attending the funeral.I don't know who suddenly sneered, and everyone shook their heads, showing disdain and disdain for these religious professionals.

The urn was put into the tomb, the cover was closed and sealed with glue.

It really rained a little in the gloomy south of the Yangtze River.

……

Su Xiang went to Ping'an nursing home to inquire about the information of an old man Lu Xuefeng, but was told that he had died half a month ago.

"What?"

The staff looked at Su Xiangli's stunned face, squinted, and suddenly said with a smile, "are you su Xiangli? Major Lu's girlfriend? "

Su Xiang did not want to answer, but asked: "this Lu Xuefeng is the great grandfather of major Lu, why he died without news?"

The staff said pitifully, "his will doesn't allow us to send messages to relatives. Only a young man came to arrange for him."

"How can you let an old man make a decision like this?"

"Every citizen has the right to decide his own funeral process. The application form for entering the nursing home filled in these matters at the beginning, and the family members of Comrade Lu Xuefeng had no objection at that time, so the whole process is in line with the regulations."

Su Xiangli took a deep breath, "then, did the young man who arranged for him leave his contact information?"

"Yes, it's a gay named Zheng Qilu."