Star Dome Railway: Hand-made strange objects forcibly marry Black Tower

Lady Theon's funeral was scheduled for five days later.

Heavy clouds gathered in the gray sky.

The cold morning wind was like a knife cutting into the face. Black cars were lined up and parked outside the cemetery.

In the cemetery outside Londinion, Lu Huai and Heita listened silently to the priest's eulogy and looked at the dark brown coffin placed next to the grave.

Mrs. Theon's funeral was well attended, including colleagues from Oaks Ford Polytechnic and scholars from the Plantagenet academic community.

But they basically didn't know each other, and they only followed because Ludwig, the president of the Royal Academy of Sciences, attended the funeral in person.

Looking at the crowd wearing black veils at the funeral, Lu Huai's vision suddenly became confused.

In Mrs. Xion's life, she has gone from being a descendant of a noble, to being a top student studying abroad, to being a 'philanthropist' supporting an orphanage. She should be a respected existence no matter what.

However, among the people attending the funeral now, apart from Professor Wayros, who had met her a few times, who really knew her?

After the priest's eulogy ended, Heita stepped forward and placed a purple platycodon on the coffin, and the next moment, the coffin was carried into the tomb.

Looking at the strangers who came to present flowers one by one, Lu Huai lowered his head and his eyes fell on Heita, whose eyes were slightly lowered.

Heita was holding his hand tightly at this moment, and his neatly manicured nails were already embedded in Lu Huai's palm.

"If you feel uncomfortable, just cry." Lu Huai said softly, "It will feel better if you cry."

Heita was silent for a long time and shook his head slightly.

"Can't cry."

"why?"

During Lu Huai's inquiry, Heita raised her head and glanced at Lu Huai. Her eyes were reddish, and then she lowered her head.

"The only place where I can cry is in grandma's arms."

Heita's voice was very soft, without any fluctuation.

Lu Huai was silent. Just when he was about to speak, a drop of rain fell on his shoulder.

In the gloomy sky, drizzle fell, and Lu Huai held up the umbrella he had prepared to cover the head of the black tower.

Perhaps there was not much emotion in the first place, and the sudden rain became the exact reason. The people who came to mourn gradually dispersed in the cemetery. Only the mentors and professors among Oaks Ford could Come up and say a few words of comfort.

However, this is just a formality. Black Tower is not popular in the school, or it should be said that he is not popular among his fellow tutors.

They believed that Heita was too arrogant and arrogant. Even if she achieved high enough achievements, she still could not change the prejudice in everyone's hearts.

After all, seniority, seniority, gender, age, and a series of stereotyped impressions are deeply imprinted in their hearts, and perhaps they should not be blamed.

Because that's what the times are like.

Therefore, when they symbolically said words such as "sorrows" to Lu Huai and Heita, Lu Huai would nod and thank them, while Heita remained silent, which was also taken for granted by them.

The crowd slowly passed by, including everyone from Class C, Wayros, and Ludwig. Their condolences seemed more sincere and sincere.

However, even so, the Black Tower remained indifferent.

She silently looked at the tombstone in front of her, and at the smiling photo of Mrs. Xion on the tombstone.

Suddenly, I remembered something else.

As Lu Huai said, it takes tens of billions of years for a ray of light to travel across the universe, but it only takes less than a second to pass by the blue star.

As for the people on the Azure Star, their life spans are even shorter than this moment.

Compared to reunion, it seems like a lifetime of separation.

Heita never thought that Mrs. Xion would leave one day, but what she didn't expect was.

This day came back so quickly, as fast as...

Just like countless moments in her life.

After coming back to his senses, Black Tower turned its attention to the cemetery again.

She and Lu Huai were the only two people left here.

"Will you leave too?" Heita raised his head, his immature face lacking emotion, looking at the person standing next to him.

Lu Huai looked at the Black Tower silently.

How many times has this question been asked?

However, at this moment, Lu Huai was not as worried about what the future would be like before.

If even the present is full of worry, what’s the point of the future?

"I won't leave, Black Tower."

Holding an umbrella, Lu Huai looked at the Black Tower. His gaze had never been so serious.

"I……"

However, just when he was about to continue speaking, he suddenly got stuck, like a disc with bad sectors, and the content that should have come out naturally disappeared in an instant.

Heita looked up at Lu Huai. There seemed to be no extra emotion in her purple eyes. She just stood there quietly, waiting for Lu Huai to say what he wanted to say.

"I……"

But for some reason, Lu Huai felt that his logical thinking was confused and he had no idea what to say.

Just when there was a thin layer of sweat on Lu Huai's forehead, suddenly, a voice sounded behind him.

"Sorry to excuse you, is this Mrs. Xion's funeral?"

Lu Huai subconsciously turned around and saw a man in his thirties in front of him. He was looking at Lu Huai eagerly. Standing next to him seemed to be his child.

"Yes, may I ask who you are..."

"I am a child who came out of Mrs. Xion's orphanage. I heard that Mrs. Xion's funeral will be held today. It seems that I am not wrong."

The man breathed a sigh of relief, and then took his child to Mrs. Xion's tombstone.

"Look, this is Xion's mother, dad, I told you. Oh, you can call her Grandma Xion."

"Come, give flowers to Grandma Xion."

Seeing the father and son laying flowers and bowing in front of Mrs. Xion's grave, Lu Huai couldn't help but feel comforted.

There are still people who can remember Mrs. Xion...

"Hello, is this Mrs. Xion's funeral here?"

Different voices and the same question sounded around me again.

But this time, when Lu Huai turned his head, what he saw was outside the cemetery, and the bustling crowd was constantly entering the cemetery.

"Is this Mrs. Xion's funeral here?"

"Oh, you are also here to attend Mrs. Xion's funeral?"

"Hello, may I ask here..."

The quiet cemetery became slightly noisy at this moment.

Among the people who came were university students who came early in the morning on bicycles.

A family of three drove across three counties to lay flowers.

There are migrant workers who took the train for two days and nights to get here.

There are office workers who missed a day's work and came in overnight.

Lu Huai saw that not only did they have middle-aged men in their forties, holding flowers in their hands and sighing, but they also had children in their arms who were learning to talk, shouting in the face of the tombstone. 'Granny Theon'.

They were once homeless people.

Mrs. Xion opened a warm door to their lives.

Standing next to Lu Huai, Heita looked at the path beside him. The people who came to pay homage to Mrs. Xion had already formed a long queue, and the sounds of choking and sighing could not be heard.

With a long sigh, Lu Huai knelt down and gently stroked Heita's head. Their eyes fell on the photo of Mrs. Xion.

"Look, the black tower."

Grandma is never lonely.

The steps in front of the tombstone were wet. I don't know whether it was rain or tears rolling down.

Bouquets of flowers were placed in front of the tombstone, and at the top, purple platycodon flowers held their heads high, their petals covered with rain and dew, blooming against the gray sky.

The place she was going to was littered with bones.

Flowers bloomed wherever she walked.

Theon Andrea, the lady lies here.