My travels can open treasure chests

Chapter 89 Angel
Attending a funeral?But I don't know the dead, is it appropriate?

Han Qi looked at the photo of the deceased next to the coffin. It was a boy with a bright smile. I don’t know when this photo was taken. He looked like a student who was still in school. If it was a recent photo within a few years, then The deceased may not have been 25 years old.

very young.

Except for the period when he didn't remember anything in childhood, and the more than ten years of studying and going to school, his life has just begun, like a flower that has experienced wind and rain, but is picked off by the hand of fate when it is about to bloom. There is no time to bloom.

"Thank you, Father. What's his name?"

"Kyle, Adams."

Han Qi asked about the end time of the funeral. The priest estimated that it would be finished before 20:[-] pm, so Han Qi decided to stay and attend the funeral. It is a pity to die in his [-]s. Even if Han Qi heard about it, he would feel unbearable .

He quickly visited the church, and then sat in a church chair to wait for the family members of the deceased.

His parents were the first to come in.

Only then did Han Qi know that this priest was the deceased's uncle, that is, the elder brother of the deceased's father.

The parents also look very young, they look less than 40 years old, but their faces are very pale. My only son died of a terminal illness when he was in his 20s. This is something that every parent cannot face pain of.

Seeing a stranger in the church, the priest introduced Han Qi.

"This is a tourist from Asia who just came over during this time, so I invited him to attend the funeral."

"Welcome, which country are you from?" the woman asked.

"Huaxia, I'm from Huaxia."

"Kyle also went to China before his death. He came back and told us that it was the most beautiful country he had ever seen. Thank you for coming to his funeral. If he is still alive, he will definitely take you all over Tromsø ... woo woo..."

The beautiful pictures in her mind and the cruelty of reality nearly broke her mind, tears streaming down her face.

The father of the deceased hugged his wife and said sadly, "I'm sorry."

Han Qi sighed and said, "May God be with you. Losing your son is hard. I hope you can find the strength you need during this time."

Gradually, more and more people came to the church and looked for seats to sit down.

Han Qi sat in it and was not conspicuous at all.

The priest read the eulogy.

"Today is 2020, September 9th, and we lost a good angel. In Kyle, Adams was always full of joy and vitality in his life. He was helpful, loved to help neighbors, loved to travel, and traveled throughout his life. He has lived in 18 countries... He is very humorous, and his humor often has meaning beyond the humor itself. In the last moments of his life, his light-hearted jokes made people happy in a world full of worries about others. He was full of horror and hysteria. In such an environment, at least one heart is great and healthy, terminal illness knocked down his body, but could not knock down his heart..."

There were gradually sobbing sounds around.

In such an environment, even if Han Qi didn't know this person, hearing the eulogy made his nose sore.

Although I have never met him, we can see from the surrounding discussions and eulogy that this is an optimistic and kind-hearted person, and he is only 23 years old this year, not even a few years older than Han Qi himself.Han Qi was very moved by the fact that he had traveled to Huaxia and praised Huaxia.

The crying made the atmosphere of this church very sad.

After attending the funeral in the church, the coffin was transported to the cemetery for burial.

The cemetery is inside the urban area, and it is on the side of a road where cars come and go. Those who don't know it think it is a small park.

When Han Qi accompanied them here, he found that the environment here was really good, even more beautiful than the park. The tall and lush trees blocked the noise of traffic and crowds outside. The sun is getting warmer, and even God can't bear to let it be full of cold.

The hole has been dug, just put the coffin down.

There is no China in Europe to put down the coffin according to the auspicious time, that is, the time, minutes, and seconds. If this person is put down, his life in reality will really end. From then on, he can only live with friends and family members. In memory.

The bagpipes sounded like a dirge, and in such an environment, even such a sacred tune could not interrupt the sorrow of those around.

Han Qi asked others and found out that the name of the bagpipe piece was called: Scottish Highland Cathedral.

His father took out a tape recorder and said: "Kyle made a recording and told me to play it on his coffin after he died."

The coffins were placed by a few very young people. They felt very heavy along the way. A few girls cried from time to time. They should be Kyle's friends or classmates.After hearing what my uncle said, he helped put the tape recorder on the coffin and pressed the play button.

Everyone was quiet, and even the sobbing of some people became quieter.

A dull voice sounded as if it was locked somewhere.

"Hello?"

Han Qi looked at the coffin below.

this sound?
From the coffin?Or... tape recorder?

"Hello?"

After a few greetings and no one responded, there was a knock on the door, or the sound of knocking on wood, as if Kyle had come alive and was knocking on the coffin.At this time, many people laughed and explained to those around them who were terrified or puzzled:
"This is Kyle. This is his style. If it was him, he would definitely play tricks at his funeral."

And everyone has heard that the sound is not coming from inside the coffin, but from the tape recorder.

So more laughter.

"Is anyone there? Boom, boom, let me out!!"

"Where the hell am I? Hello? Hello!!!"

"Let me out, it's so dark in here, where am I? I just heard someone say my name? Is it my uncle? Damn he's a priest, stop laughing, hello? I can hear you, ha Hey!!! Let me out, please."

"Hoohoo... I'm trapped in the box, no one has found out yet, I'm dead, can you hear me? Say hello again!!! Hello!"

The tone gradually became calm and full of musical tones, but it was very unprofessional, and Kyle should have sung it casually.

"Hello, hello, I just want to say goodbye, goodbye, I'm going to go first, friends."

The image of Kyle in Han Qi's mind became clearer and clearer. Even though he was terminally ill, he still wanted to bring happiness to his family and friends, just like what the priest said.

He is an angel.

(End of this chapter)