Chapter 789

Yang Li smacks her mouth and glances out of the window.

"Tut, Jin Zongliang, when did you become such a person who didn't dare to accept reality?"

"Yan Xi's death is not a fact in itself. I don't have to accept it."

Yang Li smiles: "ouch, is it so difficult to accept reality? Yan Xi died when she died, but I'm still here. I'm waiting for you at any time. "

"I'll say it again." Jin Zong took a deep breath, calmed himself down, suppressed his anger, and said, "Yan Xi is not dead. In addition, I advise you to accept those careful thoughts in your heart and stop wishful thinking. "

Yang Li shrugged indifferently: "just be happy. Anyway, one day you will accept this fact. I heard that some people went to the police station to get the body back. It seems that there is a funeral to be held. I don't know if I have informed you? Ha ha ha ha. As for me, I have a long way to go, and I'm not in a hurry. After all, I'm not dead now. "

Yang Li pokes at Jin Zongliang's pain again and again. She just wants to satirize him. What's more, she can't understand why Jin Zongliang would rather be immersed in a dead person than give her a little attention? She's really pissed off.

"I advise you to think twice." Jin Zongliang's tone had already brought a little anger, "but it seems that people like you, who have no brains, can't help it. Did you just say you live well? I don't think so. It's better to leave early for people like you to live. "

"Will you go with your baby Yan Xi? I'm sorry I can't do it. I'm disgusted to see her like that. " Yang Li's face became gloomy.

"Shut up, Yan Xi's name doesn't deserve to come out of your mouth."

Yang Li raised a sneer: "Jin Zongliang, where is Yan Xi? Why do you want to defend her like this when people are dead? "

"At least she is not comparable with you at all. You two are not people in the same world at all, so you are not qualified to judge her."

Yang Li felt a chill in her heart: "she and I are not in the same world. She has gone to hell, and I am still alive in this world."

"When you go to hell, you won't see Yan Xi there, because even if she dies, she can't stay in the same place with people like you."

"Pa", the phone hung up, did not give Yang Li another chance to speak. Jin Zongliang leans on the swivel chair and his mood drops to the bottom. Since the news broadcast last night, he has received a lot of information, including inquiries, concerns and consolations. However, in Jin Zongliang's view, those information are all of the same nature. They are all changing directions to remind him that Yan Xi is dead.

But he just has a feeling that Yan Xi can't die like this. He can feel the breath of Yan Xi in the world. He knows that she is still alive, but it seems that everyone has decided that Yan Xi is dead, even Wen Xiangyang is no exception. Jin Zongliang can't figure it out. It's just a woman corpse. How can it be Yan Xi? Just because it's the time, the place, the shape, is that all right?

Jin Zongliang covers his face with a headache. Now his mind is in a mess. All kinds of words in the news and the picture full of mosaics are pounding around in his mind. He cuts his heart one by one, bleeding and breaking his only hope.

He is like standing on a desert island, the sea water is drowning little by little, the waves are surging and roaring, all shouting, Yan Xi is dead, Yan Xi is dead, and he is surrounded by the sea water, helpless, he only has a small piece of land under his feet, he is very afraid, at a certain moment, those waves will roll him away, will assimilate him, he is afraid that he will be with those waves at a certain moment With shouts, Yan Xi is dead, Yan Xi is dead

Great despair swept in, and Jin Zongliang closed his eyes painfully.

He has just received a message from Wen Xiangyang. Wen Xiangyang said that he has brought Yan Xi back and will hold a grand funeral for her in the funeral home tomorrow. He hopes that he can attend.

Jin Zongliang looked at the message for a long time, and then he laughed. His voice became louder and louder, his mouth opened wider and wider, and his movement became wider and wider. Until the corner of his eyes burst into tears, he straightened up and leaned back on the chair. His wet eyes were full of sadness.

He picked up his cell phone and replied to Wen Xiangyang: "sorry, I won't go."

Yan Xi is not dead. What funeral is he going to attend? That's funny.

Jin Zongliang knows that he is Yan Xi's only hope now. If he also believes that Yan Xi is dead, then she is really dead. Jin Zongliang stared out of the window. Yan Xi, you must wait for me.

The next morning, the funeral home.

Today's weather is surprisingly good, early in the morning, the sun has been in full bloom, Wen Xiangyang covered his eyes with his hand, looked up at the sky, a smile. Yan Xi, you see, even heaven welcomes you so much.

The huge hall is full of elegant flowers, even the air is fresh flowers. Yan Xi's body is placed in the center, covered with white brocade, surrounded by countless white roses.

Wen Xiangyang held back the tears from the corner of his eyes and stroked Yan Xi's cheek through the white brocade.This should be the funeral you want, Wen Xiangyang thought.

There are still five minutes to go before the funeral starts. People have basically arrived. Many people have come to see Yan Xi off. The hall is full of black clothes, covering Jin Zongliang in the corner.

He lost sleep last night, struggled for hours, and finally rushed from home half an hour before the funeral.

Although you believe that Yan Xi is not dead, what if If you miss this one in case, doesn't he even take part in Yan Xi's last journey? He couldn't bear to miss the chance.

In this way, Jin Zongliang has been hiding in this humble corner, looking at the process in progress in the distance and the tears on Wen Xiangyang's face. It's strange that he didn't have any waves in his heart, just like it's not Yan Xi lying there

The emcee is going through the penultimate process. The relatives of the deceased put her into the coffin prepared in advance. Lu Lin doesn't know why she didn't come, so there is only one Wen Xiangyang beside Yan Xi. He holds her horizontally. He doesn't know if it's because of her stiff body. Wen Xiangyang looks a little tired. The body's hand leaks out from under the brocade and hangs to one side.

Jin Zongliang's eyes suddenly brightened. He was staying at the farthest place, but he clearly saw the hand. Pushing aside the crowd and going forward, others looked at him strangely, but he didn't care. He quickly stepped forward and grabbed Wen Xiangyang.

"Jin Zongliang? What are you doing here? "

Wen Xiangyang looks at Jin Zongliang strangely, and he doesn't know what he is going to do when he suddenly comes up to catch him.

Jin Zongliang looked at Wen Xiangyang: "this is not Yan Xi."