At noon the next day, in front of the Jingxing Hall of the Municipal Funeral Home on Minquan East Road in Taipei, there were large and small garlands. The plain yellow flowers, under the autumn sun, look particularly simple. It was quiet inside, and it seemed a little lonely, and this lonely atmosphere was so different from the name on the wreath before his death.

The memorial service of a generation of heroes Gu Long is today, in the loneliest corner of the most prosperous Taipei.

Wang Zheng and Guan Zhilin's two daughters gathered together, changed into black clothes, and Liang Kun took the wreath and couplets prepared in a hurry, and when they arrived here, the memorial service was about to begin.

Gu Daxia loved to be lively during his lifetime, and he loved friends more than everything. Many friends also knew his temper, so the garlands were clustered in front of the Jingxing Hall of the funeral home one by one. The people who came to pay their respects came one after another.

In the Jingxing Hall, the decoration is solemn, and the portrait of the ancient hero is hung in the center of the mourning hall, and both sides are full of elegiac couplets. These elegiac couplets are all made by friends, so most of them are written in the vernacular from the heart.

"You've gone far away, will I stay long?"

"Come colorful, go without a trace, and don't forget to get drunk in the world. The pen may be slightly dark, and after a while, we will bring wine. This is written by the well-known female writer Sanmao.

"You are lonely here to be a scholar and kendo friend, I want to persuade you to get there and take revenge on the wine immediately. Written by Jane Rip, who is also a writer.

The couplets are different, but the most genuine emotions are revealed in the pen.

Looking at these couplets, a sadness crept into Wang Zheng's heart, and then asked Liangkun to hang the couplets he brought with him.

"Xiao Li's flying knife is absolutely loud, and Chu Liuxiang is not seen in the world. ”

Fresh clothes and angry horses, grapes and wine, pink beauties, swords and swords, heroes and tears, in the eyes of others, are nothing but romance and desolation. Wang Zheng knows that this is just the daily life of Gu Daxia, he is a person who really understands the rivers and lakes, and the artistic conception of his articles can be imitated, but the real wine and women, knives and prodigal sons, no one can rub the charm between his words.

Now that Gu Daxia has died, the entire rivers and lakes have been silenced by three points because of his departure.

Gu Daxia's former friend, Wang Zheng didn't know most of them, so he sent a wreath to hang the couplet, and he and Guan Zhilin quietly waited for the start of the public sacrifice.

More and more friends poured into the Jingxing Hall, everyone shook hands and greeted each other, but their expressions were a little gloomy.

The public sacrifice began at 1:45 a.m., and the family members knelt in front of the ancient hero's spirit, and under the mournful tone of the master of ceremonies, friends came forward in waves to salute, salute, and worship. The Western band played a mournful elegy, many people's eyes were red and swollen, and many shed sincere tears.

"Please Mr. Xiangjiang Wang Zheng, Miss Guan Zhilin, Mr. Wang Kun, Miss Wang Guxian of Baodao, come forward to worship!"

The order of worship soon fell to Wang Zheng and a few people, and under the eyes of the guests, most of whom came from the writer's circle, several people walked to the spirit and bowed three times very respectfully.

"Bow and revere heaven and earth. Two bows and mourns the deceased. Three bows to comfort the family. The gift is completed, and the family returns the gift. ”

The family members who knelt in front of the spirit and wore linen and filial piety were Yu Xiuling, the last woman of Gu Daxia, and two young sons, while the original partner and ex-wife did not appear at the funeral. Facing the beautiful woman who accompanied Gu Long on the last journey, Wang Zheng said softly: "Please mourn and change!"

At 2:35, the public sacrifice was completed, and the coffin began to be sealed, and relatives and friends flocked to the back of the mourning hall to pay homage to the last face of Gu Daxia.

Although Wang Zheng and Gu Daxia only have one side, the other party has left a great description in his heart, looking at the hero lying peacefully in the coffin, I only hope that there will still be wine and women in another world, but there is no illness.

Buried beside Gu Daxia were forty-eight bottles of his favorite XO wine during his lifetime.

Ni Frame opened the wine and suggested that everyone accompany Gu Long to drink one last time, and as he spoke, tears flowed and became hysterical again, and under his emotional influence, the atmosphere became very intense for a while.

No matter what Ni Frame's character is, his friendship with Gu Daxia cannot be questioned, Wang Zheng silently picked up a bottle of wine, twisted the cap, and poured it straight into his mouth, the wine was spicy and pungent, but it couldn't drown the sorrow in his heart.

With Ni Frame and Wang Zheng taking the lead, the rest of the relatives and friends followed suit, and the 48 bottles of XO that were originally buried by Gu Daxia were drunk by everyone at once, and the wine was sad, which was an inexhaustible sorrow.

The wine was dried, Ni Frame looked sad, and shouted the name of Gu Daxia before his death, and then everyone also shouted together. Female friends, including Guan Zhilin and Wang Guxian, were infected by the atmosphere, and they were already in tears, with tears in their eyes.

No matter how many relatives and friends call and wail together, no matter how strong and mellow the XO wine, it will no longer be able to save the life of the ancient hero.

The workers coated the coffin with viscose, covered it with glass, and then slowly closed the coffin lid and moved it into the morgue. How many disputes, how many reputations, all disappeared forever on the stage of the world at that moment, with the drooping of the curtain.

When the public memorial service is over, relatives and friends leave one after another with grief, perhaps only by leaving this cold funeral home will the pain in their hearts be lightened.

Among them, Ni Frame and Sanmao were the most sad, they were already so sad that they were paralyzed, and with the help of many friends, the grief-stricken two were able to leave the funeral home.

After the mourning, Wang Zheng's trip to the treasure island was completed, but he did not leave the funeral home like other guests, but came to Yu Xiuling, who was dressed in filial piety, and said: "Miss Yu, I am Wang Zheng from Xiangjiang, you may not know me, but the movie I co-produced with Baolong Company has been successfully completed, and it will be released in the near future." The deceased is gone, the living are like Sifu, although Mr. Xiong is gone, but his family still has to live a good life, this movie has half of Mr. Xiong's shares, and the film copyright also belongs to Baolong Company, hoping that the shares and copyrights will be taken over by Miss. ”

Yu Xiuling is still less than thirty years old, she followed Gu Daxia in high school, and although she didn't get any name in the end, she took care of the funeral, her eyes were already red and swollen from crying at the moment, and in the face of Wang Zheng's words, she smiled reluctantly and said: "Thank you Director Wang, I heard him mention you, the matter of film shares, I want to talk about it after taking care of the funeral." ”

Wang Zheng knew that she was in grief now, and she didn't want to talk about the shares, so she just said hello in advance this time. This time he suddenly appeared in Taipei, and he will definitely be put in the newspaper by the local media, and I don't know when I will be able to come to Baodao again next time.

asked Yu Xiuling to come to Xiangjiang in the near future, Wang Zheng no longer stayed, and left the funeral home with Guan Zhilin and others.

That night, in addition to Wang Guxian, who was still in grief, returned to his home in Taipei, Wang Zheng and Guan Zhilin flew back to Xiangjiang overnight.

During the return trip, there was also an episode at Taoyuan Airport. When passing through the security check, the airport police carefully interrogated Wang Zheng, and wondered how he could appear on Baodao after being banned from entering the country, and because there was no evidence of his smuggling, he could only be allowed to board the plane in Xiangjiang in the end.

Wang Zheng, who didn't close his eyes all the way, didn't feel sleepy at all, and his heart was still immersed in the sorrow of the public sacrifice, which lasted until he returned to the dormitory of Dunhoulou and lay on the familiar bed.