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Chapter 5
The cold wind blows through the crowd.

Although Ma Xiaorong had already explained, it did not calm down the anger of everyone.

His funeral should be kept simple?

Hearing this kind of words, Uncle Zhang was so angry!

He reddened his neck,

He shouted at Ma Xiaorong:
"Fuck!"

"Although I don't have much interaction with Lao Wang, I at least know that he always saves money and money!"

"When I'm free, I'll still be on the street, rummaging through the trash cans to pick up the plastic bottles inside! Cardboard boxes!"

"What is he for?"

"What is he saving money for?"

"Isn't it just to make your life better?"

"A person like him who saves money is, yes, poor is a little poor. In the eyes of others, he is no different from a beggar!"

"But he didn't steal the money he saved, he didn't grab it, and he didn't spend it! He gave it all to your little grandson to buy milk powder and diapers!"

"He saved most of his life, even if there is no credit, there is hard work, right?"

"But it's good for you, Lao Wang is gone, and he doesn't even buy an urn!"

"Could it be that you can't even afford the cheapest urn!"

"It's fine if you can't afford it, but you even use a garbage bag as an urn! You put this pile of paper! It's worth it!"

"You fucking grandma, who are you humiliating?"

"I see that your stomach is full of bad water!"

"I'm afraid you are muttering in your heart that Lao Wang is garbage, so you can only put it in a garbage bag!"

"It's a shame that you're still a woman, you motherfucker, hurry up and be a man!"

……

have to say,

Uncle Zhang's words once again touched everyone's hearts.

I think Uncle Zhang is a bully and a brave man, and he dares to say anything.

Although everyone understands this kind of thing, they can only whisper it at most and cannot say it out loud.

After all, everyone is just an outsider who came here to join in the fun.

This is a family matter, a private matter.

Although it is very immoral at the moral level, even if you say it yourself or reprimand it, it is basically useless.

So after thinking about it, everyone is more timid, and there are more and more things about touching porcelain, which leads to more and more people who are indifferent to themselves.

So even though there was anger in their hearts, they didn't say anything.

It's just in private, giving pointers, that's all.

however,
This uncle is obviously different.

He sprays as soon as he opens his mouth without caring about anything, how can he say that he is happy!
It really solved the hatred of everyone!

……

Here

Although Wang Zhong also heard Uncle Zhang scolding his wife,
He didn't say much, he was still kneeling in front of the tombstone, crying.

The sister-in-law next to me, although she was also towards Ma Xiaorong before,

But now seeing that everyone was very angry, she didn't dare to say anything more, so she just kept silent and just watched the fire from the other side.

but,

After Ma Xiaorong heard it,

There was no trace of guilt on his face.

On the contrary, he was confident and confident, and continued to explain pitifully,

"But... we did this... out of filial piety..."

"Wuuuuuuuuuuuuu... Dad is the head of the family, who would dare to disobey his orders..."

"So we can only be forced to accept that the garbage bag is used as Dad's urn..."

"However, I also carefully selected the garbage bag, which is the kind of biodegradable garbage bag, which is environmentally friendly... Woohoo... It's not an ordinary disposable trash can at all, it's not comparable at all..."

Ma Xiaorong explained while crying.

It's just not afraid of making things big.

but,

her explanation,

She always said that she was wronged, and this was an order from Mr. Wang. She even chose a good garbage bag during the order.

It means,

I have to thank you for co-authoring Lao Wang's death?

I can finally smile at Jiuquan, and die with peace in my eyes?
Anyway,

A thousand words and a word,

No matter how Ma Xiaorong explained it, everyone felt that she was lying.

Although everyone has no evidence, it does not prove that Ma Xiaorong is innocent!

Everyone is not a three-year-old child, let alone a fool. After seeing this indiscriminate thing, you can immediately and easily know the difference!
……

"Hmph, bitch!"

"I can't say no to you, but I don't agree with you either!"

"Well, I'm going to buy an urn for Lao Wang now!"

"You think it's expensive, it's okay!"

"This money, I will pay!"

With a cold snort, Uncle Zhang trembled with anger, bent over, leaned on crutches, and walked away slowly.

His eye sockets were already wet.

He wanted to cry because he was about the same age as Mr. Wang, and he knew a lot about the world, but he was so impersonal, he was not a family member at all.

With all due respect,

This is the first time I've seen it!

Really long experience!
……

The funeral continues.

Condolences came one after another.

The spacious road outside the cemetery is endless, and there are some slightly noble vehicles.

This is not,

Several black off-road vehicles came slowly.

Stopping at the entrance of the cemetery, several elderly people walked down.

Although they are old age,

But walk,

He was actually hale and hearty, with a heroic posture, and his whole body exuded an aura of being a soldier.

Yes.

These few people are old comrades in arms of Mr. Wang.

Hearing that their old comrade-in-arms passed away due to illness, they also drove all the way here.

Just to commemorate comrades-in-arms at the grave.

With great respect and respect, I went to visit Mr. Wang.

originally,

The atmosphere on Ma Xiaorong's side was still very awkward.

But because of the entry of these veterans, the original ice gap was broken.

"Hello……"

"Nice to meet you……"

"Ah... you are always... my late father's old comrade-in-arms...?"

"Hello, hello, long-awaited, thank you..."

Good morning greetings,
Only then did he move forward slowly and came to the tombstone.

After seeing the name on the tombstone,
For a moment, tears filled my eyes, and sadness came from it.

……

And this time.

Outside the cemetery, on a nearby hillside.

A majestic figure stood in the howling cold wind.

He was wearing a military coat and stood with his hands behind his back.

The face carved like a knife is extremely stern, the eyebrows are drawn into the temples, and the black gold ring on the index finger is shining with extraordinary nobility.

Although he did not make any actions or speak any words.

From Wei'an up and down, there was a faint indifference, arrogance and mysterious aura.

Exactly,

Li Xinghe.

His lowered eyes looked down intently.

Looking at all the movements in the cemetery in front of him, they were all brought into his deep eyes.

It seems that everything in front of me has nowhere to escape.

And the plan in my heart has already been brewing.

"Your Majesty, can we begin?"

Suddenly a word came,
There is a person behind him, holding an umbrella for him.

(End of this chapter)