Ling Xin and Song Yu were in the same car, the little girl Song Yu got out of the car and saw that the cemetery's nose began to be sore, and she held Ling Xin's hand tightly, Ling Xin stretched out her hand and gently rubbed Song Yu's head with her hand.

Feeling Ling Xin's touch, Song Yu raised his head and looked at Ling Xin with his big moist eyes, and Ling Xin smiled at Song Yu.

Looking at the smiling face, Song Yu suddenly thought that Chen Xing was touching her head, and Chen Xing was smiling at her.

Why do you feel so much like it?

At that moment, Song Yu really had an illusion.

Everyone walked into the cemetery, everyone was dressed in black, the girls didn't wear lipstick, no makeup, they all came without makeup, even if they were without makeup, no one would say that the girls' appearance was not beautiful.

Especially Ling Xin, the only "school flower" of Gangcheng No. 3 Middle School, has black hair like a waterfall, and her facial features are extremely delicate without makeup, even Hua Yueting and Yang Ling are a little less charming than them.

There was a dark cloud in Ling Xin's eyes that could not be dispersed, it could rain, it could thunder, but it would never disperse.

When everyone walked into the cemetery, there were already many people standing inside.

Jiang Xian, Aunt Hua, Uncle Xing, Zhan Muyu, Xiaofang, the employees of the club, the employees of the car repair shop, and some classmates who rushed over, as well as Jiang Luo, Ah Hui, and Fa Ge.

Today's Fa Ge did not wear a hat to cover his poor hairline, and on this occasion, the man's funeral, he took off his hat.

Xu Yuxue, Ai Xinyu, Uncle Ai, the uncle who gave Chen Xing a fish first, and the elders of the Jiang family were also present, but they spent a lot of manpower and energy in finding news about Chen Xing, but unfortunately they also sank into the sea in the end and there was no news.

There are also many people who have been in contact with Chen Xing, they may have only met a few times, and they may not have met for a long time, such as Huang Jing, that Chen Xing met in the monster boxing training camp, and today Huang Jing was wearing a black suit, and there was a person standing next to him.

Xiaotian from the fruit shop accompanied Huang Jing to attend this funeral today.

After Huang Jing accosted Xiaotian in the method that Chen Xing told him, they confirmed the boyfriend and girlfriend relationship after a month, until now, many years.

It's so fast, Huang Jing sighed, a few years have passed like this, the excitement and disbelief when he stayed up late that night to watch Chen Xing win the championship seemed to be the day before, but now he is already attending Chen Xing's funeral.

He thought that he would attend Chen Xing's wedding in the future, and imagined that Chen Xing at that time, I am afraid that he has already made the entire boxing world remember him, at that time, he should already be the bright star in the sky, he may inspire the whole of Asia, and he is a person who may be included in Baidu Encyclopedia.

Why did you come to your funeral, brother, Huang Jing and the old man all felt that their noses were sore, and their eyes were slightly red.

Xiao Tian felt the emotions of her boyfriend beside her and held Huang Jing's hand with her own hand.

Everyone walked to the tomb, the small tomb was full of people, it seemed a little crowded, everyone was dressed in black, silent, looking at the small tombstone, there were not too many words on it, it was so simple that it couldn't be simpler.

No one had a different opinion about this simple tombstone, because they all knew that Chen Xing was a person who liked simplicity, and if he had the opportunity to design his own tombstone, it would be so simple.

Yang Ling looked at the photo on the tombstone, her eyes were red again, she thought that these tears had long been drained, but when it really came to Chen Xing's funeral, she couldn't help just looking at a photo of him.

Before Yang Ling's tears could cross her cheeks, a drop of water fell on her face, scratching her face.

Yang Ling looked up, and another drop of water was dripping under her eyes, is it raining?

The rain that gradually fell answered Yang Ling's question.

Yes, it's raining.

The weather forecast was not wrong, it rained today.

The rain was falling in a trickling stream, not very big, the sky was still gray, there were no clouds that were piled up, and the rain was stretched in long lines and fell diagonally in the air, sprinkled on the land.

The other people in the huge cemetery hurriedly left the cemetery to hide from the rain, but the crowd in front of the tombstone did not leave, and the people still stood straight, only a few drivers came from the car with umbrellas.

Yang Ling didn't wipe the rain off his face, and watched the rain on the wilderness outside the cemetery sprinkled on the flowers, plants, and trees, this is the scenery that Chen Xing saw in the future.

Yang Ling didn't feel the rain falling on her anymore, and Ling Xin, who was standing beside her, held up the black umbrella.

There were also people in the crowd who held up handfuls of black encounters to block the rain.

Jiang Xian looked at Chen Xing's tombstone and was distracted, Jiang Luo held a black umbrella to help his sister cover the rain, he couldn't guess what Jiang Xian felt in his heart, he only knew that she was very unhappy.

The people of the Jiang family have nothing to do with Chen Xing, but the Jiang family has made a lot of efforts to find news of Chen Xing, and Jiang Luo has certainly made contributions in this regard, but his efforts are not at all compared to Jiang Xian.

The Jiang family is here because of Jiang Xian.

Chen Xing, do you remember what I told you, every time you save me, I hate you a little more.

What I said was true.

Jiang Xian looked at the tombstone, Jiang Luo couldn't guess her thoughts, in fact, she didn't know what she felt in her heart.

"Jiang Luo. Jiang Xian suddenly plucked her lips, and this voice could only be heard by Jiang Luo, who was standing beside her.

"En?" Jiang Xian, who was wearing a suit and standing straight, responded.

"I bought a ticket to go abroad tomorrow, you can take me tomorrow morning. Jiang Xian said.

Jiang Luo, who was holding a black umbrella, was silent for a few seconds, and finally nodded slowly.

"Yes. ”

The time is almost up, Ling Xin looked at the tombstone, she wanted to hook the corners of her mouth when she saw the familiar photo, this was a habit she had developed when she saw Chen Xing, but thinking that this was his funeral, she felt that she couldn't breathe.

You stinky fellow, complaining about this underground affair every day, and now I'm ready to promise you to announce it, but you're gone.

The corners of Ling Xin's eyes moistened, but she still controlled herself from shedding tears.

"Xiao Ling, can you help me get an umbrella?" Ling Xin handed the black umbrella in his hand to Yang Ling.

"Yes, good. Yang Ling took Ling Xin's hand, thinking that Ling Xin was tired of holding an umbrella.

Ling Xin, who handed the umbrella to Yang Ling, smiled at Yang Ling, and stepped out of the range of the umbrella to put herself in the rain.

"Sister Xin?" Yang Ling held the black umbrella in her hand, she could feel what Ling Xin was about to say, and even had a premonition in her heart.

Ling Xin walked to Chen Xing's grave in the dense rain, the rain dripped on her hair, the raindrops dotted on the hair, and also fell on Ling Xin's clothes.