Memorial Hall.

The memorial service began.

It was full of depression and crying, especially those children, the crying never stopped, and even many female comrades such as Xiao Lu shed tears again.

"Daddy Wei!"

"Why are you leaving?"

"Daddy Wei, you're back!"

"I said that I would repay you when I grew up! For what! Woo woo! For what, you won't even give me such a chance to repay your kindness!"

"Daddy Wei!"

"Don't go!"

The scene was chaotic for a while.

Some people had flowers, some people lined up to bow, and some people lay on the body of Editor Wei and cried, dead or alive.

Zhang Ye looked at Editor Wei who was lying there peacefully, and he was also very self-blaming in his heart, if he helped Editor Wei work overtime that day, if he didn't go home, he might be able to help Editor Wei when he had a heart attack, and people might be able to save him, but ......

"It's time to go live!"

"Camera! Find the camera!"

"Take this picture, and give the rest to the host in the live broadcast room!"

Reporters from television and newspapers are starting to scramble.

……

Meanwhile.

Kyungseong TV, BTV-News Channel.

"Audience friends, Comrade Wei Jianguo's memorial service has begun, we have seen that the leaders of the TV station, the colleagues of Wei Editor, the children and parents who have been helped by Wei's father, and some people who have spontaneously organized by the society to mourn Wei's father are all present, from the crying and the heavy atmosphere of the scene, we can already feel how respected and loved Father Wei was during his lifetime!"

Live streaming is connected.

The background is a live camera, and the voice is the host in the live broadcast room.

Then, the host said: "Next, let's pick up the live voice." ”

……

This way.

Wang Shuixin asked, "Is the live broadcast through?"

"That's it. The secretary went to ask, although it was not a channel, but they were all colleagues from their Beijing TV station, he came back and said: "It will not be broadcast live for the whole process, only about ten minutes of live broadcast, but it is almost the whole process, his family said a few words, the leader said a few words, and the time was almost over." "It is not a position of national-level leader, and there will not be such a high standard, although Wei Jianguo's deeds are now very concerned by the whole country, but a local station in Beijing gives a ten-minute live broadcast, which is already a very high salary.

A leader of the Beijing TV station also went to the camera to supervise their work, it doesn't matter if the recording is broadcast, but every time it is broadcast, it must be foolproof!

Zhang Ye, who had just come in, also went to Hu Fei and Xiao Lu.

Hu Fei said in a low voice: "The live broadcast has started, stop talking and discussing." ”

Hou Geen snorted, "We understand. ”

Later, a woman in her early twenties who had been standing next to the body of Editor Wei walked out, because the memorial hall was relatively large and it was a live broadcast, so she was handed a microphone by a TV station staff, which was also to ensure the volume effect of the live broadcast to the greatest extent, so as to avoid not hearing the sound during the live broadcast.

This is Editor Wei's daughter - her name is Wei Ying.

Wei Ying stood up with the microphone, "Xie Lu thank you, thank you for attending my father's memorial service, originally, we didn't want to hold this memorial service, because my father didn't like extravagance when he was alive, but I still thank you for letting my father leave with dignity, and there are so many people to see him off." After speaking, after a pause, she said: "Many reporters have asked me before, I have such a father, do I feel very proud, many people think I will say yes ......" Speaking of this, she chuckled: "Actually, it's not!"

"Ugh. ”

"How do you ...... that?"

"What does she want to say?"

Everyone didn't know why, and whispered.

Wei Ying looked at them," I don't feel proud for a moment, since I was sensible, my dad never bought me a new dress, my mother bought it for me secretly, since I went to school, my parent-teacher meeting was not attended by my dad once, he had to work when he worked, and he would be busy picking up bottles and helping other children during his breaks, and I, not among the people he needed help, even the tuition for my first semester of college, my dad didn't help me pay it, he went to help other children, it was I who worked for three months, helping people wash dishes, cleaning rooms, and earned back the tuition fees, which were most supplemented by the school！”

No one spoke.

Wei Ying looked very calm, "What should I be proud of? What am I proud of? I know that my father is a good person, I know that he is very noble in personality, but I never think he is a good father!"

The more than 100 children who were helped by Editor Wei all bowed their heads silently, and some didn't even dare to look at Wei Ying's eyes, they couldn't say what they felt in their hearts.

One parent said, "I'm sorry!"

"Kid, I'm sorry!" another parent burst into tears.

For the sake of their children, Father Wei snubbed his own daughter, and they were shameless to face this still very young girl!

Wei Ying said: "I haven't finished speaking, you don't have to apologize, and I don't mean to blame anyone." Saying that, he searched in the crowd, his eyes fell on Zhang Ye's face, nodded at him slightly, and then said: "My father's favorite poem is Teacher Zhang Ye's poems before his death, I love it to death, I will read Teacher Zhang Ye's works almost every day, I have also read it, and there is a poem that touches me a lot, this poem is exactly what I have always wanted to say to my father!

Say what?

Want to complain?

Or do you want to question?

Everyone listened quietly.

Turning around, Wei Ying looked at his father's body, looked at it lightly for a long, long time, a tear fell from the corner of her eye, and she said: "You see, or you don't see me, I'm there, not sad or happy." You read it, or you don't read me, the love is there, and it doesn't come or go. You love, or you don't love me, love is there, not increasing or decreasing. You follow, or you don't follow, my hand is in your hand......" Wei Ying held her father's cold hand and held it tightly, "...... Never give up!"

At this moment, many people cried!

People live, including the audience in front of the TV!

What kind of complicated feelings this is, everyone may not be able to understand it, and they can't empathize with it, because they haven't experienced it, but they all know two things: Daddy Wei is a good person, and Daddy Wei's daughter...... Never hated him!

Zhang Ye also had fog in his eyes, this picture reminded him of a scene in "If You Are Honest Do Not Disturb 2", but it was a movie, it was made up blindly, but this scene was real!

A father who doesn't know if it's good or not!

and a ...... Very nice daughter!