Updated: 2012-04-16

The news of Shuangyue's death soon spread in the circle, and there were countless rumors and versions. Some restless people are also surging, and it seems that Zhang Jing is not the only one who has the idea of dancing like smoke now.

Naturally, Xiao Luofan and they also received the wind. It's just that he can't think of who is going to harm Shuangyue, and in City A, Wu Ruoyan's power is so strong that even the closest people around her dare to move, either they don't want to mix, or they plan to burn the jade stone.

came out to mix, I had expected such a day, so Xiao Luofan was not surprised at all, like Wu Ruoyan and Shuangyue, the two of them did all kinds of evil, and they had a lot of enmity, and now the person who died was Shuangyue, maybe the next one would be Wu Ruoyan.

Xiao Luofan hasn't been in charge of the aisle for a long time, and he also wants to get out completely, the news of Shuangyue's death has spread, and people in various spheres of influence have speculated that it seems that this time the big war is going to start again.

The day of the funeral.

It was still drizzling. Just like twenty years ago, twenty years ago, Shuangyue came to this world in this way, she shouldn't have thought that she would leave this world with the same scenery.

At the funeral, in front of the tombstone, the priest is reading a prayer. Roses spread all over the ground, a piece of red, so red that people think it is dazzling, mixed with the rain, I can't tell whether it is the red of roses, or the whole world is basically red rain, the whole world is red, desolate red, cold, shocking.

Wu Ruoyan stood at the front, dressed in black, solemn and sad, and she couldn't see the expression on her face. This is probably the first time she has seen without makeup, her face is very pale, there is no heavy makeup, no eye shadow, and no lip gloss. Her clothes were wet with the rain, and her hair was very messy. The sky is gray and dark, the sky is pitying her, twenty years old is the age of flowers, but she is going to leave this world prematurely.

The people standing behind Wu Ruoyan also did not have an umbrella, one row, two rows, three rows, more than a hundred people, black clothes, quiet and silent, a heavy piece, no matter how you look at it, there is no end in sight, these are her people, they are all Shuangyue people.

Zhang Jing stood on the left side of Wu Ruoyan, today she is still the same as usual, no makeup, but she is still pure and amazingly beautiful, her hands are in front of her stomach, clenched, she looked at the photo of Shuangyue on the tombstone, as if the smiling person, still standing in front of her, she is still just a child, she is only twenty years old, she died like this, died like this, never laughed again, never cried again, she will go to another place, maybe there will be a good fear of heaven.

The priest's prayer sounded slowly, and he stood beside the tombstone, his big robe and long beard soaked by the rain, reading these words as if it were a matter of routine, and who would care if he was really religious.

"Gracious Father, you have chosen [the two moons] to be the servant of your Son, to prepare the feast of the Word and the Eucharist for your people in this world, and you have called her back to you, and you have blessed her in heaven to share your eternal feast with all the saints......"

The rain, the soft rain, with the roses, the priest's lawsuit, this soul, completely out of this world, she will go to a very distant place, as the priest said, she will be in heaven, with the gods of the Father, enjoying the eternal feast, hoping that she will be there, not alone.

The tears in Zhang Jing's eyes finally flowed, and on her face wet with rain, she couldn't tell whether it was rain or tears.

Roses are Shuangyue's favorite flowers during her lifetime, this time, let her step on the sea of red flowers to leave this world that is painful for her. Death, or for her is a good relief, when she dies, she will not be tired, she will not be in pain.

Twenty years, whether she is really happy or not, and whether these are the lives she wants, it is always her life, and it is destined to be a tragedy, she should not have come to this world. The world is too chaotic, the world is too big, so she can't tell the good from the bad, and she can't find the direction.

The one in the photo, she is still innocent, I don't know how long ago it was a photo, this face, this smile, I'm afraid I can't find it back after looking for it thousands of times.

I think Shuangyue is happy, just like the smile in the photo, she left this world so peacefully, without a trace of struggle, without pain. That's how she came into this world twenty years ago, and now, still walking away quietly.

Today's day, I'm afraid many people will remember, at least Wu Ruoyan and Zhang Jing will never forget in this life.

The tombstones in the mountains, the rain in the mountains, there is the same lonely soul here, I hope she can not be alone. Zhang Jing secretly prayed in his heart.

"Father, can you say something nice and comfort my sister's spirit!" begged Wu Ruoyan, she knew that she was not a good person, but she couldn't give her anything after so many years of following her, and now that she was dead, this was the only thing she could fight for her.

The priest took off his glasses, and the prayer was suddenly interrupted, and he watched in amazement. "Yes, may I ask what the Sectist [Shuangyue] did when she was alive, and what good things did she do?"

"She's a prostitute!" Wu Ruoyan said calmly, she didn't feel anything wrong, because she was telling the truth, and she didn't want to lie in front of her Heavenly Father, let alone lie to herself.

Zhang Jing was stunned for a moment, she didn't expect Wu Ruoyan to say this.

The rain was a bit loud, and the people standing behind probably couldn't hear the conversation between Wu Ruoyan and the priest.

The "prostitute ?......" priest wiped a cold sweat and said prayers for more than ten years, including doctors, peddlers, murderers, everything, but this is the first time I have encountered this situation.

A prostitute is something that everyone scoffs at, let alone such a holy prayer as the Father, how can she be allowed to defile?

"Is there a problem?" Wu Ruoyan's voice was still cold, and she couldn't hear a trace of waves, and she didn't even look at him, just looked at the photo on the tombstone, "Didn't Heavenly Father say that all people are equal?

"I beg your pardon for not saying this prayer in the Father's hand!" the priest put down the book in his hand, holding the long beads around his neck in the palm of his hand, and the rain still hanging from his long beard.

This time, it really stumped the priest, he really had never encountered such a thing.

"Please!" Wu Ruoyan knelt down. No matter how dirty and watery the ground was, she knelt down and begged the priest to say a few kind words so that she could walk in peace.

The priest sighed, put his hands together, his eyes closed, as if after a fierce struggle of thoughts, and finally spoke slowly, and on the glasses, it was impossible to distinguish whether it was tears or the traces of rain.

"Well, I'll try, Heavenly Father is always merciful, get up!" the priest still had mercy on everyone, everyone was equal, and he still did not look down on the girl who was sleeping and dying under the grave at this moment.

"Thank you!" Wu Ruoyan said thank you, she felt that her whole body was about to run out of strength, but she was forcing herself to hold on until the last moment, even if she was going to fall, at least after the funeral.

Zhang Jing seemed to see that she was uncomfortable, and walked over to help her, but she pushed her away, at this moment, she just wanted to look at Shuangyue quietly, look at her, and look at her like this for the last time.

"There is no distinction between high and low, and so is the profession, life is rough and difficult, and there are many helplessness, the servant of the Father and the Son [Shuangyue], who has lived in the world for twenty years, and finally returns to the Father, and I hope that the Father will not care about her past, and let her return to you, and beg you to remember it, and beg you to grant her the eternal feast of all saints."

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Listening to her grandfather finish this paragraph, the tears of dancing smoke finally flowed, this time, she could finally cry silently, as if, this time is Shuangyue is really leaving, she is really leaving, just like this rain, just stop it, just pull away from herself, leaving no trace.

In front of her eyes, there was still the smiling double moon, and the rain that had just stopped, the air, unusually fresh, the red roses on the ground, and the distant fragrance, seeping with the smell of earth. The mountains are particularly green, and this winter, it is particularly cold, although today's temperature is not too low, and because of the rain, the clothes that are wet are even more cold, and the cold to the bottom of the heart.

Gradually, it became darker and darker in front of her, and Wu Ruoyan finally fell to the ground, just like that, as if she had been relieved, she didn't make a pit, she just wanted to fall asleep.

"Sister Ruoyan ......!" Zhang Jing shouted, she watched Wu Ruoyan fall, but she couldn't stretch out her hand in time, this funeral was full of sadness, Zhang Jing felt like her own funeral, and buried her life two years ago in the past.

Everything will be said after the funeral.

Cheng Er looked at Zhang Jing and they took Wu Ruoyan away, this funeral, he was sent by Xiao Luofan, in fact, the person he cared more about was Wu Ruoyan. He chased them out and followed Zhang Jing and their car.

There were people from all walks of life, all kinds of identities, most of them came for the sake of dancing in the face, but they all stood at the back, the back, the farthest from the tombstone. No matter what the purpose, they still came, and they sent the last trip of the two months, which can be regarded as having a heart.

The rain finally stopped, really stopped, the funeral, and so it ended in this rain. The people dispersed one after another, and the dancing people were packing up their things here, and the wind blew some petals on the ground, and the roses placed in front of the tomb were also carried up by the wind, and seemed to blow a little messy, so let them wander with the wind.

The last shot is still fixed on Shuangyue's photo, and she is still young and beautiful in the photo.

The funeral is over, this winter, in addition to sadness, or sadness, in addition to cold, or cold!

ps: This chapter is so hard to write!Funeral~~~~ Shuangyue, don't come to me tonight, I don't want you to die, it's just that this is the best destination for you.

It seems to be coming to an end.,I want to finish the book quickly.,I've been so tired lately~~ Some readers have reported that there is too much nonsense in "Meet", but dear, if there is no such nonsense, it will no longer be a literary style. But I'll try to change it as much as I can!!