these years

In February 27, bad news came. Jin Rulin, who had always been known as "Flower Country Mengchang, Fun Field Hua Tuo", died of a heart attack on the evening of the 63th at the age of [-].You know, since he was released from prison, he has no intention of making a comeback, so he went to live in Shenzhen alone, where he managed a restaurant under Zhong Weihong's name.Although Jin Rulin is no longer in the Jianghu, there are still stories about him everywhere in the Jianghu. Therefore, his funeral is full of people, and it is a grand sight. Everyone who has received favors in the past will mourn, and those who have not been promoted should also pay tribute to the face of the ancestors. .

The feast was held on March [-]. Since Jin Rulin converted from Taoism to Christianity in his old age, the funeral followed the Western etiquette and was presided over by a priest. Relatives and friends did not need to wear sackcloth and mourning, but only black suits.After her husband passed away, Zhong Weihong naturally took care of everything as a mistress, even though the husband and wife had long been strangers.Wang Lijun hadn't seen her for a while, and when they met again, she was wearing heavy makeup, wearing a pure black English-style suit skirt, and a black net gauze hanging from her forehead, and she was barely the best of the audience - these years she The ups and downs of the business world, worrying about life, aging faster than Wang Lijun.Fortunately, Meiyan had a strong family back then, and when she and Wang Lijun stood together, modern people still praised them for being immortal, and they could save a little face for people of that era.

When Zhong Weihong saw Wang Lijun, she approached with a smile, put her arms around his arms, nodded and said in a low voice, "Now you can't wear a white suit, can you?"

At this time, Wang Lijun was conscientiously making a mourning expression.Hearing this, he sneered, unable to refute. He once swore that he would only wear white suits in his life, because he couldn't compete with women if he was completely black.Who would have expected that his vow would be broken by a funeral. You know, they all wore white for funerals in the past.

No matter not wearing white, Wang Lijun feels that he is still outstanding.He was wearing a thin black suit that day, the tailoring was well-fitting, and there were faint dark patterns running through the fabric, which was quite decent.He raised his head slightly and looked at the other side of the grass. At this moment, the sorrow and joy were playing again. Among the people coming and going, Qiao Weidong looked solemn, and he was bowing his waist and talking to the pastor; Chen Li and Kang Xiaofei also came, and Chen Li Concerned about her status as the young master of the Wang family, Li just sat in the white chair and played with her hands as if she was afraid of losing face; while Kang Xiaofei greeted and sent off with enthusiasm, and greeted all the guests well.

They are all the men he loves, but they are so strange.Wang Lijun observed and slandered at the same time, her own taste is really unstable.He thought again, it's a pity that Jin Lan is not here today, if he were, it must be a good show--Wang Lijun suddenly felt wrong, as the eldest son of the main house, Jin Lan should be the coffin bearer, but where did he go?He turned to ask Zhong Weihong, but the latter waved at him and told him that Jin Lan was on vacation last week, contracted pneumonia abroad, and is still recuperating in Fiji.

Wang Lijun asked: "The son is not here, so who will carry the coffin?"

Zhong Weihong curled her lips: "It's not her own anyway, so why should I take it for real?"

Wang Lijun said urgently: "You really don't have to worry. I was supposed to be the only one who carried the coffin. Who else can you ask to make up for it?"

Zhong Weihong comforted him and said, "You see, you are in a hurry. Qiao Weidong said that he is the top, and he should be the godson of Lao Jin—anyway, everyone is dead. It doesn't matter if we just open our mouths."

Wang Lijun felt bad, and was about to speak up to object, and let Qiao Weidong step in temporarily, but he couldn't deal with the embarrassment.Unexpectedly, it started to rain suddenly, and people scattered to look for umbrellas. Zhong Weihong prevaricated him, and took the opportunity to run away.Wang Lijun stood there at a loss, but fortunately, after a few drops of rain, he was invited to the coffin room.

Ten minutes later, the rain was getting stronger, and it was raining like a knife all over the sky.Thanks to the rain, the funeral became quieter, no longer like a Chinese funeral, but a little sad and dead in the direction of a Christian funeral at last.At this time, Wang Lijun was standing in the coffin room, looking out through the window. The grass was raining like weaves, and everyone was holding a black umbrella. They looked in with their heads down around the newly dug hole, as if It looks like there's already something in it.

Wang Lijun turned around and looked inside the room again.Besides him, there are two other people in this room, both are middle-aged men in their fifties.Wang Lijun felt that they looked familiar, and it took him a long time to remember that they were Jin Rulin's bodyguards back then, one practiced dragon form and the other practiced tiger form.These two also practiced martial arts in St. Marianne, and were scolded bloody by Jin Rulin. Unexpectedly, after a long time, there are still people who are willing to carry the coffin for the deceased, which is not in vain.

Wang Lijun sighed here, Qiao Weidong opened the door and came in at the same time, he was drenched, his black hair was curled up in tufts, and a black suit was drenched close to his body by the rain, showing his tall and heavy body even more.Qiao Weidong entered the door and said, "It's time, lift it up."

Wang Lijun was a little embarrassed at first, but when he took a closer look, the other three looked serious and had no time to pay attention to his embarrassment.The two bodyguards beat their heads to show their understanding. They went to the back of the coffin and squatted down, each supporting one side of the dragon pole.Wang Lijun walked over, imitating the two of them, and put the dragon pole on the left side of the front on his shoulders, while Qiao Weidong was on the right.When the four of them had firmly lifted the dragon pole on their shoulders, Qiao Weidong yelled, "Get up!" The four of them gritted their teeth at the same time, bent their knees, and lifted the coffin with all their strength.

Just like that, the four of them walked out of the room tremblingly.As soon as he went out, Wang Lijun was drenched by the rain. His eyes were flooded with water and he couldn't see clearly. On the thigh, it is almost impossible to move the leg, not to mention the coffin carrying a thousand catties on the shoulder.But no matter how difficult it is, he has to persevere, he knows that everyone is watching him, Chen Li is watching him, Kang Xiaofei is watching him, those mainlanders, Hongkongers, people from mainland to Hongkong are all watching him, watching He, the disciple of Jin Rulin Zhijia, is now famous and has almost reached the top of the rivers and lakes. Could it be that he can't even lift a coffin?

Wang Lijun cheered for himself in his heart, but his steps became heavier and heavier. Fortunately, Qiao Weidong saw the clue, and he put in extra effort to help Wang Lijun carry half of the weight. After that, the two behind him were steady enough to take one step at a time. They guarded the coffin, so although it was like a moat, they finally came to the pit.

When he came to the side of the pit to put down the coffin, Wang Lijun's right arm went limp, and he almost fell into the pit with the coffin, but Qiao Weidong pushed him back to his original position with his shoulder.Wang Lijun smiled at him to express his gratitude, but Qiao Weidong turned his face and nodded to the priest, expressing that the condolences would begin immediately.

Wang Lijun couldn't see where Qiao Weidong was, so he could only smile randomly. His face was covered with water, and his smile was awkward. The rain soaked his suit and wrapped him tightly, making his body look emaciated and embarrassing.In his eyes, the world is a vast expanse of white across the rain curtain, only a lot of black shadows swaying.The heavy rain hit the coffin lid, making a lot of noise, and the white chrysanthemums offered by others were also smashed by the rain, and the remains were scattered all over the ground.

In the cemetery, in front of the crowd, the priest read the eulogy, his voice was low and the rain was loud, making people confused.Only Zhong Weihong, who was closest to him, heard clearly that it was from the "Bible", which was one of the "Psalms", and it was said that it was Jin Rulin's favorite passage after he was baptized.

"The actions of the world are really illusions. They are busy, and they are in vain. They store up treasures, and they don't know who will collect them in the future."

After the eulogy was finished, someone picked up a shovel and began to fill in the soil. One of them moved too much, and a shovelful of soil was poured on Wang Lijun's shoes.Before Wang Lijun could react, Qiao Weidong grabbed his arm and pulled him back, all the way to his side.In this situation, the two of them tacitly said nothing, they just stood side by side, bowed their heads, letting the rain roll over the clustered eyelashes, and then fly down again.