Original God Zhongli BG Xiao Qinglong traveled through time

Chapter 226 Rainbow Room

Hu Xingzhi's funeral was solemn and dignified, with white mourning banners swaying softly in the wind, as if silently telling of the sorrow of parting. Although the number of people who came to pay their respects was not large, each of them was a very close relative or close friend. As the head of the Wangsheng Hall, Xingzhi had a similar temperament to his father and was good at making friends. However, the Wangsheng Hall was taboo in Liyue Harbor after all, and this was a helpless matter that could not be forced. But you don't need many friends, just intimate ones are enough.

On this day, Lin Huan was still hidden in the crowd, her eyes eagerly searching through the crowd, quietly looking for those familiar figures. She was so eager to take a look, to see what her old friends looked like now, because she knew very well that she had always missed them deeply.

Boyang came, his body slightly hunched, his face extremely haggard, his eyes revealing sadness and fatigue that could not be concealed. Time had left deeper marks on his face, and the former heroic spirit and magnanimity had now been replaced by a deeper sense of vicissitudes and decline.

Ye Qi and Ye Jin, brother and sister, also came together. The arrival of Tianxuan Star Lord Ye Qi really added a lot of brilliance to this place. In Lin Huan's eyes, the little girl who used to be around him has now grown up. Her slightly tied up bun is delicate and dignified, and she looks more solemn and solemn in her plain clothes. She has a solemn expression, and there are still traces of tears in the corners of her eyes. The tears leave shallow marks on her fair face, but it does not damage her calmness at all. Instead, she exudes a noble temperament that is hard to ignore in this calmness.

Ye Jin, who was standing by, pursed his lips tightly, his face slightly pale from exertion. He remained silent, his brows slightly furrowed, as if he was trying his best to suppress the grief that was surging in his heart. He clenched his hands into fists, and the veins on the back of his hands bulged, showing that he was using great strength to control his emotions. His eyes revealed pain and sorrow, but also a kind of determination, as if telling others that he would be strong in the face of it all.

However, Lin Huan searched the crowd but still could not find Rong Zhao. Her heart suddenly clenched, and an ominous premonition suddenly arose. She understood that this time, she missed another person's departure and would never see him again. This realization made her heart seem to fall into an icy abyss in an instant, and the chill instantly spread throughout her body.

In this long river of time, Lin Huan came to the world as a time traveler. Her real age as a human is similar to that of the Boyang brothers and Hu Xingzhi. They are like bright stars standing side by side, and can be regarded as people of the same generation or even the same age. Moreover, she respects and appreciates Hu Xingzhi's father as an elder. They have experienced countless storms together.

Now that Hu Xingzhi has passed away, Boyang's condition is self-evident. His health is getting worse and worse, and every step he takes seems so heavy and difficult.

Lin Huan looked at her friends quietly, her heart full of emotion and sadness. Her former friends left one after another, and she seemed to be trapped in the narrow crack of endless time, unable to move forward to embrace those figures who had already gone away, nor was she allowed to turn around and escape. She could only imitate a certain gentleman, silently and calmly watching. At this moment, the familiar feeling of loneliness and helplessness quietly rose in her heart again.

The people who came to pay their respects had solemn faces and whispered about Hu Xingzhi's life. Their voices seemed particularly low in the silent atmosphere, as if they were afraid of disturbing the peaceful rest of the deceased and adding to the grief and sorrow of the family members.

Lin Huan looked through the crowd, searching carefully, but she never saw the figure of Xingzhi's wife Yunxi. A hint of understanding and disappointment flashed in her eyes.

Her eyes finally stopped at a familiar yet unfamiliar figure, that was Xiao Lan who had grown up. Xiao Lan was tall and straight, just like his father, with a calm and resolute look. His face was well-defined, and he inherited his father's heroic spirit, but his eyes were more profound and restrained. His every move seemed to carry the shadow of his father, making Lin Huan feel as if she saw her former brother Xingzhi.

Lin Huan stood there quietly, gazing at Hu Xingzhi's coffin, recalling every detail of the past, tears blurred her eyes. At this moment, countless memories and emotions surged in her heart, and the time she spent with Hu Xingzhi was constantly playing in her mind like a movie. She remembered their laughter and quarrels, and the difficulties and challenges they faced together, and the grief in her heart became more intense.

At this time, a breeze blew gently, and the petals in front of the mourning hall fluttered down one after another, as if gently bidding farewell to Hu Xingzhi. Lin Huan raised his head, looked up at the sky, and prayed silently in his heart: May the deceased rest in peace, and may the living be strong.

After the funeral, people gradually dispersed. Boyang also left slowly with the help of his children, his back looked so lonely and desolate.

Lin Huan still hid her figure in the same place, quietly standing in front of the small mound belonging to Hu Xingzhi, unwilling to leave for a long time. Above Hu Xingzhi's small mound was the tomb of their father, the old master Hu Jing. That's right, she longed to spend more time with her father and brother. So she waited until everyone had dispersed before she revealed her figure. In her hand, she held a small mechanical bird tied with a small silk scarf, and she released it in front of the tombstone with shaking hands, her heart full of bitterness, and her thoughts were even more complicated.