"It depends. If he's still here, don't disturb him until the funeral is over."

This is the last stop of the dead in the world, and it's also the saddest moment for their relatives. Besides, the Lin family has a great career, so there must be a lot of people attending the funeral. It's very likely that all the dignified people in X city will come. Maybe at this time, it's better to leave some dignity for the Lin family.

Cao Zhen nodded and agreed, "listen to you!"

Two people in the door, the whole clothes, calm mood, went in.

The South Hall is the largest one in the Xianhe funeral home, with an area of at least 400 square meters. The two halls are used together. Nevertheless, it is still a place full of people.

At the center of the front, surrounded by a white chrysanthemum, is a huge black-and-white portrait photo, and on both sides are huge soul banners, which are quite imposing. The elegiac couplet is extremely common, and it says: the sound and appearance are just like that, Yide lives forever, Nanke dreams, looking at clouds and thinking about relatives, which are the words that many women's families will choose after they die.

Looking at the person in the black-and-white photo, she looks like a female star in the 1930s and 1940s. Her features are not only exquisite, but also graceful. She is chuckling with a little shyness. Although the years have left a shallow fishtail mark on her eyes, it also deepens her kindness.

Cao Zhen sighed, "it's said that Mrs. Lin is only 48 years old this year."

It's a pity that I left before I was 50 years old.

He said, "people always die. It's just the difference between morning and night. There's nothing to sigh about."

Because of the fragility of life, she has seen too much. Birth, aging, illness and death are the things that people have to experience in this world, and no one can escape.

And a person's death, in fact, there are three times.

The first time was when the breath stopped, biological death.

The second time is when people are buried. People attend the funeral of the dead and miss the life of the dead. There is no place for the dead in society.

The third time is the last one who remembers the dead. When he forgets the dead, that is the real death.

Cao Zhen knew that she was indifferent. It was no surprise that she was so indifferent to life and death. She asked, "the Lin family are all ahead. Do you want to go there?"

In the auditorium, it's easy to identify the Lin people. They are all dressed in big black clothes, with a long and wide belt made of white cloth around their waist. The men's faces are heavy, while the women's eyes are red with tears.

He looked around and wanted to find him, only to find out that he was not there. With a cold heart, he walked quickly.

One side of the funeral master immediately exclaimed, "guests are coming! Bow... "

The noise was so loud that everyone could see it.

Hu Hu and Cao Zhen had to follow the master of ceremonies and bow to the photos.

"Family members return the gift!"

Lin Yinuo, who is in mourning, salutes Hu Hu and Cao Zhen. Maybe she didn't sleep well. Her face is pale and her eyes are red and swollen, like two big walnuts.

Hu Hu nodded to her, and she nodded slightly.

"Ho Ho, what are you doing here?" Jing SA suddenly ran over from the rest room, grabbed her hand, dragged her to the place where Lin Yinuo couldn't see, and asked in a low voice, "you're not here to catch people, right? It's a funeral. Yinuo is sad enough!"

At this time, Lin Yinuo's life must be taken by arresting people.