"The tree wants to be peaceful, the wind does not stop, the son wants to raise, and the kiss does not wait. Isn't it enough to live forever for a hundred years, sad that the sky has fallen unfortunately, and he has passed away, leaving behind a sad ......" A middle-aged emcee in a black suit took the microphone and pretended to be very heartbroken and said, that expression was really like a dead person in his own family, I don't have to say it, it's just professional.

At this time, the gymnasium was crowded, all of them wearing black suits and black long skirts, both old and young. On the large table in the middle is a large black and white photo, and the person in the photo has a slight pursion of the corners of his mouth, looking quietly ahead, and there is no expression on his face.

"Since ancient times, no one has died, and he has been left as a Dan. Comrade Wang Luohua's 49-year life path is the eternal regret and eternal pain of all those who know each other. The master of ceremonies said loudly, this kind of occasion is very familiar to him, after all, he is the one who eats this bowl of rice, who wants to pay for him if he has nothing in his stomach?

However, his loyalty to the cause of education, his dedication to his work, his filial piety to the elderly, his responsibility to his family, his love for his daughter, and his honesty to his friends will always be remembered in the hearts of his relatives and friends. The green mountains will always be there, and the famous name will stay forever, let us always remember such an ordinary and great person!"

The audience was silent, people who knew a little bit about things on this occasion knew that they should not make a loud noise, there were many people who came to attend Wang Luohua's memorial service today, most of them were young people, and only a small number of his former colleagues, relatives and friends.

"There are so many people here," Chi Ling whispered, today she was wearing a long black dress, a black vest on the outside, and her long hair was fixed with hairpins, at first glance, she had a mature charm beyond her age.

Li Zimu stood next to him and didn't say anything, the entire stadium came to attend the memorial service today, and there were about five or six hundred people, all of whom were in black clothes and black pants, and only Wang Xueling, who was kneeling in the middle of the field, was wearing a white coarse cloth filial piety robe.

Don't look at the fact that there are so many people, most of them are college students, and their history department accounts for a large part of this, and there is no way that the school stipulates that people from the history department must be present.

For the memorial service, Li Zimu can be said to be very familiar, after living for so many years, he can't remember how many friends' memorial services he has attended, and sometimes he even participates in his own memorial service......

After the master of ceremonies finished his conversation, it was time for everyone to start offering flowers, the flowers were unified white roses, and one was sent when they first came in to sign for everyone to offer flowers.

So among the people present, only some people have flowers in their hands, and Li Zimu does not have them in their hands, because this time they are attending the memorial service as students, so there is a representative in each class to present flowers, and Li Zimu will definitely not go to this kind of thing, so naturally some people rush to come.

The people who came today have their own clear positions, Wang Luohua's friends and colleagues before his death are standing in the front, and the back are Wang Luohua's students who graduated from school, and students like Li Zimu, who have little to do with Wang Luohua and are forced by the school to come over, are standing in the outermost position.

"The cause of Shen Jin's death has been found out by the police," Li Tian said softly while standing next to Li Zimu, he listened to his father during dinner last night, otherwise he wouldn't know.

"Hmm, what is it?" Li Zimu asked without bias, and found out? He smiled mockingly, if it was really efficient, he would have found it out long ago. Blade has always been blatant in doing things, and he must have seen the dagger symbol at the scene, but now that he has found out, the efficiency of this group of people is too low.

"It's an international organization that did it, I don't know who the Shen family offended this time" Li Tian turned his head to look at Li Zimu's side face and said, he could only guess, but his intuition told him that this matter should have something to do with Li Zimu, because the latter is too mysterious, and now he knows the news about Li Zimu that he is from Bashu, and he doesn't know anything else.

"The wicked have their own wicked grinding" Li Zimu replied lightly, he couldn't see any expression on his face, and he expected the results of this investigation, but if he wanted to know that he was the mastermind behind the scenes through the blade, ordinary people would definitely not be able to do it, so he didn't care much about this matter.

"But in the past two days, the Shen family has been unusually quiet," Li Tianshi couldn't see anything from Li Zimu's face, so he had to give up.

Li Zimu didn't speak, quietly watched the people in the field walk over one by one to offer flowers, if he really dies one day, who will know about him? He doesn't even have a person who can be regarded as a good friend, let alone a family member, thinking of this, I can't help but feel a sense of loneliness in my heart.

Calm? Besides calming him, Shen Guangwen is there any other way? Li Zimu sneered in his heart, even if he knew that it was the blade that made it, so what? Even the international police could not find any trace of the blade, and he still didn't believe that this Shen Guangwen could turn over any flowers.

"On the occasion of saying goodbye to my father, on behalf of my whole family, I would like to express my sincerest gratitude to every leader, colleague, family and friend who has cared about and helped our father! Wang Xueling picked up the microphone and said in a choked voice.

Both the school and the police have spoken to her about the cause of her father's death, hoping that she can keep the matter a secret. For this kind of request, she is already a sophomore and can naturally understand.

After all, if the news of his father's murder spreads, it will inevitably cause some unnecessary problems, and the police are sparing no effort to handle the case, so the sensible Wang Xueling did not disclose the cause of his father's death.

Maybe Wang Luohua didn't expect that an ordinary article he wrote could cause such a big storm and even kill him? Li Zimu sighed lightly in his heart, this world is sometimes so cruel, there is no ability to protect himself, once he is involved in the whirlpool, the possibility of getting out is almost zero.

The whole stadium sounded mournful music again, the salutes outside rang out one after another, Li Zimu looked at the time on his wrist, it was almost twelve o'clock now, and a memorial service had been held for three hours, which was about the same.

Lined up in an orderly manner and walked out, Li Zimu didn't step forward to talk to Wang Xueling, the two just glanced at each other, nodded and said hello, the latter was not in the mood to speak now.

Out of the gymnasium Li Zimu walked straight to the parking lot, today is Saturday and there is no class, so he naturally went back to eat, drove straight out of the school gate and drove on the road, looking at the people talking and laughing on the street, his heart did not have a trace of waves.