Chapter 496

Ann xiaonuan looks at ChiYan's body. She knows that ChiYan is an excellent person, but she didn't expect to die like this.

"It's all ready." Han Yichen turned his head and looked at the night. Lord Ming said in a deep voice.

"Well, let's go." Yeming said quietly.

"Didn't she come?" Mo Qianqiu asked quietly.

"She said she didn't want to see the red flame's body turn into ashes, so it was time for the funeral." Lord Yeming said in a deep voice.

Yes, I would like to watch my family turn into ashes in front of me. It's even worse than death.

Finally, Mo Qianqiu several people carried the body of ChiYan onto the spark car and went to the cremation place. Along the way, several people didn't open their mouths and looked serious, but with a trace of sadness.

An xiaonuan turns to look at Yeming Jue. Although Yeming Jue doesn't have any expression on his face at this time, she knows him. Maybe his heart should be very uncomfortable at this time. After all, the people who have been with him for many years have passed away. It's hard for anyone.

Half an hour later, several people of Lord Yeming went to the crematorium. They handed over the body of red flame to the cremator, who pushed the body of red flame away.

Looking at the red flame's body being pushed into the raging fire, Lord Yeming saw a man standing there, his hands tightly held together, his eyes full of sadness and anger.

Of course, this anger is not against the red flame, but those damn killers,

I don't know how long it took to end this long cremation.

Lord Yeming stayed here for more than two hours and finally took the red flame's urn away.

Lord Yeming has found the cemetery of red flame. Originally, Lord Yeming wanted to bury the ashes of red flame in the base of blood killing hall, but she refused.

She said that the place was a person's nightmare, although it was a very terrible nightmare for her. Perhaps for ChiYan, the place was a warm home.

Lord Yeming obeyed that's opinion and did not take the red flame urn back to the blood killing hall. Instead, he chose an expensive and beautiful cemetery, which could meet her wishes.

Until the next day.

Many people gathered in the cemetery, but today it was drizzling.

The earth put on a golden sweater, and the withered yellow leaves and bright maple leaves fell down, like several colored butterflies flying in the air. Although the frost came, Grandpa Qingsong was still wearing a green robe, which made him look more verdant in the tomb garden.

In front of the solitary grave, there is a very luxurious grave. Beside the grave head, gold paper is paved with flowers and wreaths. The tombstone is marble, high and large, and the words engraved on it are also gold. A circle of marble guardrail is set up in front of the tombstone, which arranges the grave like the owner's private courtyard. Even the ground is paved with marble board, clean and clean.

Time sweeps away the barren thoughts and heaps the dust and rocks into a grave. Standing on the head of the grave, I still can't see the legendary hope on the horizon. In a desert, the wind rolled sand and stones cut my face, shed blood and drip in the boundless desert, and then hid.

This place has spent a lot of money to buy it all. Because the tombstone in the cemetery here is expensive, there is no one, so Lord Yeming directly spent a lot of money to buy it.

In this way, all the important things in the future will be buried here. Isn't it not lonely.

ChiYan's death made us lose a good brother. He left us, but his dedication to diligent and selfless work, his fine style of hard work, plain living, diligence and thrift; The noble character of being decent, honest and honest is still worth learning and remembering, and we regret that his family has lost such a good husband and such a good employee. But people can't come back to life after death. We can only control our feelings, restrain our grief, and redouble our work with higher enthusiasm to comfort Mr. ChiYan's spirit in heaven. " The priest said word by word.

As the priest's voice fell, the mourners who came to the funeral, holding a flower in their hands and wearing all black clothes, walked to the red flame tombstone one by one, put down the flowers in their hands, and then bowed deeply.

ChiYan is an orphan with no father and mother. All the people who come to the funeral are ChiYan's good brothers who have lived and died together. In fact, there are still many who haven't come, because they have very important things to do, so they can only mourn here.

After everyone put down the flowers in their hands, many flowers had been piled up in front of the tombstone.

Finally, ye mingjue, an xiaonuan, Han Yichen, Mo Qian, Qiu, Jin Xuan, Nan Lichuan, ye Jiu Andrew, Ruan Qingwei, ye Yi and ye ran Xi held a cloud in their hands and dared not put it there. Then they bowed deeply with sadness in their eyes. After they put it, they stood on both sides.

Ann xiaonuan stood there and thought it was over, but soon another man came over.

She is a woman. Her face is very pale without a little blood color. She looks very scary, but even if her face is bad, she can't hide her beautiful face. She is wearing a red dress and her eyes are red and swollen. She cried for a long time.

An xiaonuan looked at the woman and wondered why she had never seen this woman. When an xiaonuan saw the ring finger of the woman's left hand, he knew a little, but it was also his guess.

The woman walked to the red flame tombstone, put down the flowers in her hand, and then the big tears came out of her eyes.

"ChiYan, you big liar, you promised to be good. Why did you leave me alone? Liar, you big liar, why did you leave me alone in the world? You big liar, you don't keep your promise, ah!" the woman in front of the tombstone fell to the ground and cried loudly.

One side of the night, ran Xi looked at the woman who hurried forward and squatted down to hold the woman who fell on the ground, "Xia Xia, don't do this. You must be worried about your red flame in the sky."

The woman named Xia Xia heard ye ranxi's words, raised her head and looked at the picture on the tombstone. The whole person was crying and was about to collapse. She suddenly thought of something. She turned her head and looked at Yeming Jue standing there. She stood up. Ye ranxi held Xia Xia and saw Xia Xia walk in front of Yeming Jue. An xiaonuan looked at the woman in front of her, but the woman didn't look at an xiaonuan.