Chapter 293

Zuolin's house is a huge villa. When we arrived, the door was full of people, all black suits and black umbrellas. The light rain dripped on the umbrellas. It was like the leisurely and cozy feeling like the water and rain hitting the slate of a small bridge in the south of the Yangtze River. This is a good day. If this single folding umbrella is in the fog like rain, maybe we can find the river South of the graceful.

But this is not an umbrella. This is a pile of umbrellas. The people who hold the umbrella are here for the funeral.

Not all people are eligible to join Zuo Lin's family. As a big crocodile in the world, he has a high status, but he also stresses righteousness and has good popularity. Therefore, it is a rare funeral event in the history of TJ. When the eldest brother of Taiwan's underworld passed away, 20000 people went to see him off. This is not Taiwan. Zuolin is not the big brother, but even so There are also nearly one or two hundred people stuck here at the door.

This is not the funeral procession. The ceremony has not started yet.

Knowing that we were here, Wenjie came out to pick us up. After seeing me, his eyes were red, and he came and hugged me. It was only three days. This strong man looked like he was ten years old, and his waist was slightly bent.

After coming in, Wenjie said to me, "my brother hasn't gone to the funeral hall yet. I'll go there later."

I nodded. I didn't know what Wenjie meant by that.

There was a chant of monks in the yard, which was a little solemn. About ten monks were surrounded by a huge ebony coffin. The coffin was made of glass. The people around the coffin were all big men in TJ city. I didn't know any of them.

Under the glass, there is zuolin. Now it is so close to me, but it is separated by heaven and man. I dare not go to see it. I am afraid that if I look at it, I can't help it any more. Today I am here to see him off. I must let him go quietly and solemnly.

Now the ceremony has not started yet. Just now Wen Jie said something, as if someone had helped to watch it. The time has not come, and it is not the best time to lift the coffin. What kind of process is this: the coffin should be carried to the meeting where the ceremony will be held, and then a formal memorial ceremony will be held. At the end of the ceremony, whether it is cremated or buried secretly, I don't know.

There are some of the big men in the yard who feel sorry, but I don't think they are really sad. Except for the original brother in the three harmonies, it's no wonder that people are thinner than paper these days. It's very interesting to come to the funeral.

There seemed to be a commotion in the crowd. I looked along the place where the voice came from. I saw that the crowd seemed to separate slowly. From the door of the villa, some people whispered, and many people even exclaimed. I didn't know what was going on. The crowd dispersed. I saw the woman coming out of the crowd, and I was shocked.

It's Duan Hongyu, who I don't know how to say. Seeing her now, I have three words in my mind: neuropathy.

red, all eyes are red, red cheongsam, red and high heels, and even the chest is wearing the same spark like red flowers, lips are the most gorgeous Zhu Shahong, like a red lip, eye shadow is also red, in the whole scene is a black tone, the Red Imitation Buddha is from the hell of that part of the red lotus, burning the sky to destroy the world, lawless, open and wanton, like Fire, like a devil.

At the funeral, people didn't wear red. In China, the tone was black and white. Duan Hongli was rebellious, but no one came to stop her. Because you saw this woman in red, she didn't fit very well. A woman has one color. Duan Hongli definitely came for red. The beauty combined with her Bohemian red is a silent cry, It's a madman from the bottom of laizi's heart. Everyone can answer, even the old monk who looks down at himself and sings Sanskrit has not stopped him. The red color at the funeral is for heaven, for the earth and for the beast. You always owe her a saying. This is not red, it is the helpless and resistance of the beauty who is crying with cuckoo.

Duan Hongli is now the leader of Sanhe. The answer is No. There are some people with high power in Sanhe. However, who is more suitable for Zuo Lin's funeral?

The old monk who hung his head and knocked on the wooden fish since ancient times raised his head. The rain was left along his bald head, which was funny, and Shun was also a little sloppy on his beard. However, the old monk stood up and walked to Duan Hongli and said softly, "the time is coming."

Duan Hongli nodded. Like a red cloud tomb fire, he circled around the body of zuolin covered with crystal glass. He chuckled and said, "it's time to go."

It was like a little daughter-in-law waking up her sleeping husband, calm and quiet.

She clapped her hands. Eight men, including Wen Jie, came out and stood by the coffin. Later, I learned that it was the monk who said that Zuo Lin died of a violent death and needed eight coffins to calm down his anger. Otherwise, he would not be promoted in his whole life. Although I don't know this statement now, I can see that it is necessary to carry the coffin for Zuo Lin, almost Subconsciously, I stepped forward and walked to Duan Hongli.

As if she couldn't see me, she looked askance in front, and I said, "I want to carry the coffin."

Duan Hongli said with a smile, "good."After hearing this, an old man nearby was not happy. He said, "who is this? All the people who carry the coffin to Zuo Lin are people of high status. Which of these people is not the nephew of big man Sanhe? Where did he come from? What qualifications do you have? "

Chinese people like to pay attention to their seniority and seniority. It has become a matter of long face for these people to carry the coffin to Zuo Lin? Zuolin is dead. Do you want him to raise his status for these people's nephews?

Duan Hongli listened to the old man's words, or did not look at me, said: "he asked you, where do you come from, what is your relationship with Zuo Lin?"

When the old man saw that the red carp didn't protect me, he was even more rampant. He came to me and said, "I don't know where you came from. You can come with me now. You can't come here..."

Before the old man finished, the silent second brother kicked him right in the mouth of the old man, and the old man was kicked to the ground. He was very powerful in the three harmonies. Someone came around here.

The second elder brother doesn't care about it. The people around don't take a guy. Even if he does, he takes a polished screwdriver from his hand and puts it on the old man's neck. Now he is stepping on his chest and saying, "his name is Chen Kai. It's my brother. Clean your mouth. If you don't learn the tutor well, I'll let you have a class White? "

The old man should be a businessman. He was so scared by his second brother that his face turned purple and he shivered all over. Who could have thought that at zuolin's funeral, there were people who directly made trouble and said that they would do it, but there was no sign.

It's a pity that they don't know second brother.

When I saw the second elder brother like this, I knew that things would not end well. Facing the crowd around and the old man who was trampled on by the second elder brother, I said, "my name is Chen Kai. I started to recognize zuolin as my eldest brother three days ago. However, he will be my eldest brother all my life. As for why I am qualified..."

Speaking of this, I directly threw the umbrella, pulled the shirt to the side, Bangbang, bang, the buttons on the shirt were all opened. I pulled down the shirt and the suit, and half took off, revealing the body that looked like a mummy. Calmly, I said, "these injuries were cut by my brother and I three days ago. There were several, which I helped him carry. Now he is lying down, I stand, I ask, I am not qualified to carry the coffin for elder brother, I want to ask, have you? "

Most of the bandages on my body have begun to ooze blood along the way. People with a clear eye can see that I am not lying.

Seeing what I said, the second elder brother gave the old man a bash. Then he stood up and walked to me. Duan Hongli, a madman, still laughed. He asked the old man on the ground, "Uncle Kuan, do you think he is qualified?"

If I'm not qualified, what are the qualifications of the black second generation who have never seen the wind or rain?

The broad uncle's face was red and white, but in the end, he stood up and snorted, waved his sleeve and walked away.

Eight people, bent down to grab the stick under the coffin, and then stood up. Wenjie and I were in the front. The heavy coffin made me want to cry. Step by step, I went outside.

The way to carry the coffin is more like a pilgrimage to the soul, because this experience fully let me know one thing, how earth shaking is a man alive to avoid being nameless after death.

When we carried the coffin out, the hundreds of cars slowly started to move, as if agreed. Hundreds of flowers were pulled up in front of us, and hundreds of motorcycles opened the road. The police did not dare to come too close to maintain order, so they could only block our section of the road.

Behind us was a team of hundreds of people, unconsciously expanding. I didn't live in the founding of the people's Republic of China. I didn't know the grand scene when Premier Zhou died. But when we carried zuolin out, the people around us followed the ranks.

In their eyes, there is no big brother in society. In their eyes, zuolin is just a big boss who is rich and generous and even good-natured. Anyone who lives near has not received his favor. TJ has built many primary schools by himself.

For the coming people, they don't know the difference between the social elder brother and the officials. They only know how to treat them well and thank them. That's all.

The venue was built temporarily, not far from zuolin's house. If there is any characteristic, it is big. There are hundreds of people in white on both sides kneeling on both sides of the hall. They are not employees of Sanhe real estate, but the younger brothers of Sanhe gang who can fight and chop.

The eight of us put zuolin in the spirit hall, and I went to a corner with my second brother. I didn't think of any publicity. It was enough to send him the last way.

The following story can only be described by shock. Duan Hongli kneels in front of the coffin enchanting and listens to the names of the people who are honored by the host. It is the first time for me to see the eldest brother of Qingzhu. He is in his forties. He is very gentle and white. He is like a university professor. At last, a person comes and the host hugs me The whole body was tense.

"Zhan Bai, chairman of white tiger Entertainment Limited."

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