447 Suppression of the Mourning Hall

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The bath towel was covered on his head, and he rubbed his head vigorously with both hands, paused suddenly, and then wiped it vigorously a few times before tearing the bath towel away and throwing it to the ground.

Li Zhunyi's face is a little pale, mainly because he has not had enough rest recently and his meals are irregular, resulting in a not very good mental state. What's more, I just returned from all-night filming, and I filmed for nearly 20 hours in a row, even if I had no problem with my young physical strength, my spirit was tired. The dark circles under the eyes are not very heavy, lightly, but they set off the blankness of the eyes. The brilliance that used to circulate in those black and white eyes has now dimmed.

Walking to the dressing room, I took a white shirt from among the many shirts, and carefully buttoned it one by one from the bottom, and the pearl-white buttons reflected the brilliant brilliance in the morning sun at seven o'clock in the morning. Pulling open the first drawer under the hanger, there were various styles of ties and bow ties neatly placed in it, Li Zhunyi swept it carefully, picked out a decent black tie, and tied it up in front of the mirror. After tying it up, Li Zhunyi got closer to the mirror, smoothed out the folds carefully, and then tied the shirt into the suit pants, flattening the collar, buttons, and sleeves. After confirming, he walked to the hanger opposite, took down a single-button black suit, and put it on.

At the entrance of the door, after putting on the black leather shoes that he had prepared before taking a shower just now, Li Zhunyi slapped his cheek twice to make himself sober. He let out a long breath before pushing the door open and exiting the house in his mini Cooper.

Li Zhunyi: This is on the way to Li Yanlingtang.

Today's weather is very good, cloudless, washed over the blue sky, the sun is shining, the wind is not very strong, gently blowing over, but there is some softness of the spring breeze.

After arriving at the destination and parking the car, Li Zhunyi buttoned up his suit and walked towards the mourning hall. Along the way, you can see fans who came to mourn Li Yan, as well as ordinary people and medical staff who came to the hospital. The atmosphere of the hospital is always a little oppressive, even if the sun in the sky is so beautiful, the silence of the hospital is mixed with the faint smell of formalin in the air, which makes people's mood sink slowly.

Li Zhunyi didn't wear makeup today, didn't scratch his head, and lost some sharp star halo, more like a young college student. The face that was originally like a knife is even tighter at the moment, without the slightest expression, and the eyes reveal the straightforward message of "don't come near me". Each step was big, but heavy.

Many people recognize Li Zhunyi, he is too recognizable now, and with his height of 1.86 meters, he can be easily recognized. However, everyone silently got out of the way, no one called Li Zhunyi's name, and no one even whispered to each other, just passed each other's eyes "Li Zhunyi is also here". Along the way, only the sound of broken footsteps could be heard, and occasionally the small voices of people coming from a distance, everything was eerily quiet.

What catches your eye is a black, solemn black. There were about two or three hundred people in front of them, and everyone stood at the door of the mourning hall, consciously standing on both sides, and the road in the middle was cleared out, so that the people who went in to mourn could be unimpeded.

The appearance of Li Zhunyi made a little commotion in the crowd.

According to their professional instincts, the group of reporters all took a step forward and pressed the shutter on Li Zhunyi, making there more "click" sounds in the air. The road in the middle suddenly became much smaller. This is the profession of journalists, and they have to report on who has appeared in the mourning hall to pay their respects to Li Yan. Li Zhunyi just took a step silently and did not speak.

Seeing Li Zhunyi coming over, as if it was an agreement, everyone automatically took a small half step back, so that Li Zhunyi could move forward smoothly.

"Lee Joon-yi, may I ask what is the scandal between you and Kim Taeyeon?" Suddenly, an abrupt voice came from the group of reporters, although it was a little noisy here, but the voice was still very loud, making everyone immediately look at the source of the sound.

Li Zhunyi's head tilted to the right, his eyes were as sharp as knives, stabbing into the reporter's eyes, "shut up" Li Zhunyi spit out two words in a low voice, making the people around him shiver, no one would doubt that if the reporter said another word, Li Zhunyi's right clenched fist would beckon to his face.

Without paying attention to the reporter who froze in an instant, Li Zhunyi took a step into the mourning hall. The reporters in front of them all retreated in recognition of each other, and the road at the door was relaxed again.

Walking into the mourning hall, wreaths were placed on both sides, Li Zhunyi took off his shoes at the door, and stepped on the somewhat cold floor to walk inside.

In the mourning hall, which appeared many times in the TV series, Li Zhunyi felt that it was completely incompatible with the midsummer outside, and took the three sticks of incense handed over by the emcee next to him. Through the rising smoke, Li Zhun Yi looked at Li Yan's black and white smile in front of him. Just a year ago, Lee Joon-yi was still with this smile, laughing and playing unscrupulously. There were more and more smoke, and the black and white smile became blurred, but in an instant, it became clear in Li Zhunyi's mind, and even with laughter, vivid and vivid.

Li Zhunyi exhaled lightly, bowed three times with incense, and then inserted the incense into the incense burner.

The two old men beside him bowed deeply to express their gratitude to Li Zhunyi, who should be Li Yan's parents. After Li Yan's accident yesterday, his parents in Busan immediately rushed up. The two elders, who were originally middle-aged, seemed to be sixty or seventy years old at this time, the wrinkles between the temples wordlessly told the pain in their hearts, looking at the red and swollen eyes of the two elders, they were already crying until there were no tears. Li Zhunyi suddenly remembered that Li Yan was an only child.

With a deep bow to the two elders, Li Zhunyi silently withdrew from the mourning hall. The air inside was so oppressive that it was breathless.

Walking out of the mourning hall, Li Zhunyi saw Lin Xiyuan, who arrived one step ahead of him. Originally, Lin Xiyuan planned to come with Li Zhunyi, but after an all-night stay, Lin Xiyuan also had to go home to freshen up, and the two people's homes were still some distance apart, so they acted separately.

"You go there and sit down, Director Lee Yoon-jung and Yoon Eun-hye are here, and Yoo Ah-in is also here, there. Lin Xiyuan pointed in the direction to Li Zhunyi, "I'll go to the agent to sit, Li Yan's agent is also here......" Li Zhunyi patted Lin Xiyuan's shoulder, and the two staggered.

Walking to the guest reception room outside the mourning hall, ironically, it was actually very lively, the sound of barbecue and whispered conversation were mixed together, and there was no solemnity outside just now. It's just that the large black and white in front of you makes people feel a little heavy. People who know and don't know are sitting on the ground scattered like this, there are artists and Li Yan's relatives and friends, everyone is eating barbecue on the table and chatting quietly. The person in charge of hospitality in Li Yan's house walked among the guests with plates in his hands, serving food and drinks to everyone. It's not so quiet anymore, but the air is still low.

Following the direction that Lin Xiyuan pointed out just now, Lee Joon-yi easily found the location of the crew of "Coffee Prince No. 1 Store", and saw Lee Yunzhen, Yoon Eun-hye, Kim Jae-wook and others at a glance. Li Zhunyi walked over, and in just a short distance, he saw many acquaintances, and they nodded to each other as greetings.

When passing by the table where the crew of "The Strongest Qiyu" was, Liu Yaren stood up and hugged Li Junyi, and the two didn't say anything, but it could be seen from Liu Yaren's sluggish expression that he was decadent, and Eric's eyes behind him were even more swollen from crying. "I'll go to our crew and talk about it later. Li Zhunyi whispered to Liu Yaren, and the two patted each other's chests, and then dispersed.

"Director, favor ......" Lee Joon-yi nodded with everyone around him, and said hello.

A year is not a long time. But for the crew members of the "Coffee Prince No. 1 Store" present, it is undoubtedly a long, long time. This time a year ago seemed like a century ago.

Speaking of Li Yan's accident this time, he was drinking and motorcycling, and Li Yan was completely different from usual, as if he had fallen into an evil spirit, doing something he would never do in ordinary times. Should such a departure be said to be fate? A ridiculous fate makes people only tilt the corners of their mouths to the right and pull out a sneer. Other than that, don't know what to react to.

Act of God**. Car accidents should be called accidents, and in the face of such accidents, life is always fragile, like a crystal that can be broken at any moment. The most brilliant brilliance of Li Yan's life has just bloomed, and it has quickly withered, just like the gorgeous cherry blossoms in March, it is only seven days from opening to withering, so fast that people can't sigh or cherish it, and it has already disappeared.

Although Li Yan's debut time is not long, it is not short. After changing from a model to an actor, Li Yan took on several movies, although the response was average, but since the success of "Coffee Prince No. 1 Store", Li Yan's career this year has gradually embarked on the track, not only in the original model career has got more opportunities, film and television opportunities have also increased, and more importantly, the advertisers have come to make life comfortable and comfortable. After the filming of "The Strongest Qiyu" was completed, the next trip was still being discussed, but it was abruptly stopped because of an accident.

The cherry blossoms have bloomed passionately at the very least, and only withered in their best moments, majestic and poignant. But what about Li Yan, has he ever bloomed wantonly? No one can know this answer except Li Yan himself, and this is the most heart-wrenching fact.

The car accident is like this, it came too suddenly, in an unexpected moment, it was born like this, it was born and ended in a dull way, but it caught the people who stayed behind by surprise, and they had to face the result when they didn't have time to prepare psychologically. However, apart from being stunned, nothing could be done.

Today's second update.