"Funeral!"

With the sound of the dragon old man.

The funeral procession, which had been waiting for a long time, suddenly started to move.

The coffin was on the hearse, and the sorrow and music sounded, heading towards the foot of Tianmen Mountain in a mighty manner.

On the winding highway, a long queue of funerals followed closely behind.

Under the mountain.

"Here, come, finally come!"

"I've been waiting for a long time, it's noon soon, it's been here!"

"Oh... the Chen family has been delayed in the funeral. I thought something had happened, and I was thinking about a big news today!"

...

A lot of people from the media camp were talking.

The Chen family did not cover up all reports today for the funeral and funeral.

In fact, before this, Mr. Long, Chen Daoye and others had already negotiated. It was not that they didn’t want to suppress it, but that they knew they couldn’t suppress it at all!

The destruction of the Chen and Gu families and the rise of the new Chen families has attracted attention. They all focus on the Chen family in the southwest to understand the situation in the southwest and facilitate subsequent news.

Gu Qingying's funeral will inevitably be watched by countless people with ulterior motives.

A slight change will inevitably cause a surging undercurrent.

Excessive suppression will make it more obvious if you want to cover up, and it is better to make it public openly.

Even if the mainstream media is suppressed, those wealthy families and powerful giants with ulterior motives can still release the news by secretly.

As the convoy drove down the mountain, the long-standing spear and short cannons suddenly flashed with dense flashes.

Media reporters also stood in front of the camera and rushed to report.

The vast convoy and all black luxury cars show solemnity and a sense of extreme oppression.

More importantly, every luxury car is riding in a hero and a shopping mall giant!

This identity and this work are shocking!

The hearse had already driven out of people's sight, but the convoy was still coming down from Tianmen Mountain.

With the media footage, the funeral was also broadcast to thousands of households.

It was early in the morning that the funeral attracted countless people to gather in front of the TV and watch the ceremony.

In a trance, the southwest region was immersed in an atmosphere of sadness.

The entire funeral was exposed to the camera without any hesitation.

From beginning to end, Chen Dong's figure never left the camera.

Sorrow, sadness...

The whole process permeated the entire funeral.

A vast crowd stood in front of the grave and held the entire funeral.

Until…the funeral is finally over!

There were tall rose mountains of roses in front of Gu Qingying's grave.

This is Chen Dong’s special advice. Gu Qingying doesn’t like chrysanthemums, she likes roses!

Just this reminder made all the flower shops in the city clear the rose inventory in an instant.

After the funeral, people left in a car.

Only Chen Dong and others were left to gather in front of the grave.

"Old Long, you guys go back first, I want to accompany her again."

Chen Dong looked at Gu Qingying's tombstone dullly and said weakly.

"Young Master..."

Old Long wanted to speak but stopped, and finally took Chen Youen who was sleeping from Chen Dong's arms: "Then let's leave first."

The crowd walked down the mountain and got into the car one after another. Only Jiang Qilin deliberately stayed for a while as everyone turned around, staring at Chen Dong deeply for a few seconds.

"Brother Dong, everything will be fine. After stepping on the road to heaven, everyone can start over, including those who leave."

Jiang Qilin left a word and then turned around and left.

When Jiang Qilin got into the car, Old Long and Meng Po looked at him at the same time.

"Mr. Jiang, is there something wrong?"

Meng Po frowned and asked worriedly.

Jiang Qilin rubbed his chin and said with some uncertainty: "Brother Dong is indeed back, but his whole body seems to have changed."

“It has indeed changed.”

Old Long nodded.

Jiang Qilin shook his head and said, "No, no, no, it's not the kind of change you think, it's the kind of energy that you have lost. Brother Dong used to be full of energy and rebellious. Although I'm not as good as you for time with him, I can feel that he is the kind of person who has to tread his head even if the sky falls. The emperor will never bow his head."

After pausing, Jiang Qilin said in a deep voice: "In this regard, he and I are the same type of people, but this time... I feel that he lowered his head, all his sharpness and all his arrogance disappeared, just like he could die in the morning and night. In just one night, this person was already in the evening and was waiting for death."

Word by word, it is full of loneliness and pain.

Old Long and Po Meng looked at each other, and both saw that the other person's eyes were full of bitterness.

"The young master's childhood experience has brought him a sense of resilience and stubbornness that he never admits defeat, which is indeed as Mr. Jiang said."

Old Long leaned on the seat tiredly, looking at the scenery that was rapidly regressing outside the car window: "He has never suppressed him with such a natural disaster, but he is too concerned about love. His experiences are like a blunt knife in life, cutting off his backbone bit by bit. If you want to stand up again, you can only rely on himself."

"I have told him that after stepping on the road to heaven, everything can be started again and the dead can be resurrected. I hope he can figure it out."

Jiang Qilin closed his eyes and said in a deep voice.

In front of the grave.

The cold wind blew the high-stacked roses rustling.

The air is filled with a rich fragrance of roses.

Chen Dong stood in front of the grave like a sculpture, staring blankly at the black and white photo of Gu Qingying on the tombstone.

Memories were like waves, storming in his mind, bombarding every nerve hard.

The past, every inch of the past, is sweet.

He remembered that after divorced Wang Nannan, the most difficult time was the text message that sent the first greeting - how about it?

He also remembered that shortly after that text message, she crossed the mountains and seas and returned here.

He still remembered that he was so busy that he forgot to pick him up that day. When he arrived at the airport, she was still smiling and waiting for him.

It was also at that time that she taught him, oh... I forgot to bring an umbrella when it rains, so I can buy a Porsche swivel directly!

...

Gradually, Chen Dong's nose was sore, his eyes were covered with red blood, and tears also cling to his eyes.

He stood there, motionless.

Drops of tears dripped down the corners of their eyes.

But his eyes were always dark and bleak, and they were so sad that they were heartbroken.

With a thud!

Chen Dong lay down in the thick flowers, then turned sideways, facing Gu Qingying's tombstone, like a child, slowly curled up, curled up into a ball, and murmured: "Little fool, I'm so tired, I really want to sleep in your arms again."

...

Night falls.

The wind is cold and the stars are bright in the clear sky and the night is clear.

The atmosphere in the Tianmen Mountain villa was strange.

"Old Long, is it still shut down?"

Chen Daoye held his hands and his face turned gloomy.

"If you can't get through, please shut down!"

Old Long held the phone tightly, and his fingertips turned white.

A baby cry came.

"Xiaolu, please help me mix some milk powder, oh yes, and you can also get diapers."

Meng Po's voice came.

Fan Lu left in a hurry.
To be continued...