The mourning hall is set up three days later at night for the day of mourning.

This is also the last day of the funeral of the Y Yang Master, and on this day, the relatives and friends of the deceased will be present.

Zhang Xiaoran also has a lot of friends on weekdays, but the closest relationship is still a few of them.

This time, Zhang Chaosheng did not announce it to the public, so in the end, there were so many people in the mourning hall one after another, no more, no less.

Everyone was silent, the musicians were blowing away the mourning music, some of them were staring at the ground, some were looking at Zhang Xiaoran's last photo, and the woman in the band was holding the microphone and singing softly-

Send Yi Qianli until the mountains become flat,

Don't hurt and leave, please drink sake, six twos and threes.

One or two thoughts, you are as white as snow.

Two or two thoughts, your glow enchantment is like a red lotus.

Three or two thoughts, your eyes are bright, your teeth are smiling.

Four or two thoughts, you Mei into the soul bone righteous clouds.

Five taels of thoughts, your delicate heart and hope for peace.

Six, two thoughts, your fragrant soul will never disperse.

Six two three, the remaining three.

The yellow spring is long, one pass after another.

I am in the world, looking at a thousand sails.

In the end, I only wish that I would dream of Yiyan when I was drunk.

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A song "Sending the Soul Song" sang Zhang Xiaoran's life.

At the end of the song, people disperse. Zhang Chaosheng held her coffin and walked out of the door alone. He walked towards the courtyard, it was late at night, the wind was strong, and he wanted to send Xiao Ran more.

I hope she'll go slower, slower......

In the end, Liang Qiuqiu, Mu Xunian and Liang Yixuan hugged each other, and Luo Grayqi's assistant brought in a lot of red wine, and he didn't get drunk tonight.

Liang Qiuqiu can't remember a lot of things, he drank a lot of wine that day, crying and laughing, as if he was back in his childhood.

How many bottles of wine did they drink? Who knows...... Empty bottles fill the house.

Mu Xunian even vomited, she ran to the bathroom and squatted next to the toilet and vomited all the time. He even fell directly to the floor, drunk and unconscious.

Xi Yan's injuries had not yet healed, and he sat next to the coffin, holding an empty bottle in his hand, his eyes misty.

His memories in the human world over the years are really like a dream.

With Zhang Xiaoran's departure, this beautiful dream also woke up completely. In the future, I will still have to face this cruel world, for myself, but also for the people around me...... None of them can fall here.

Hazy, he seemed to see Dongfang Mo and Luo Gray Qi sitting at the coffee table talking, the president ...... In the past, Xi Yan only served Dongfang Mo alone. This is still the case.

He raised his empty wine glass, as if he was toasting towards Dongfang Mo.

When I poured it into my mouth, it took half a day to pour out a drop. He tossed the bottle aside and began to look for new wine.

Liang Qiuqiu began to sing, one song after another, tirelessly.

The musicians have long since dispersed, and she drunkenly held Zhang Xiaoran's posthumous photo and didn't let go, tears and snot flowed together.

I was really sleepy, so I curled up under the table and fell asleep.

Someone patted her on the shoulder with his hand, and when he saw that she was unconscious, he picked him up.

Sent to the bed in the bedroom, Mu Jiuxing walked towards the window, pushed open the window, and he sat directly on it.

It's finally time to leave.

Once I'm gone, I don't know when I'll be able to return. It's good that everyone can get together at the end.

He just looked at the night outside, until the sky grew whiter, until the sun shone in, until ...... The messenger of the White Dragon Clan has arrived.

"Miss Liang, today, we are about to set off. ”