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It's just that so many people, in this small room, are so quiet.

The silence is not the silence of the sound, but the death that seems to be enveloped.

There is the sound of rapid breathing, there is a slight sound of talking, and even a sobbing sound that is difficult to suppress.

The crowd, many, many people, were staring around the two beds.

Mrs. Qiu Yang Qingfeng was still in green clothes and black pants as usual, and her hair was meticulously groomed, but her eyes no longer had the original majesty, but were full of sadness.

Not only Mrs. Qiu, but also Elder Sanxiu, Wei Lai, Yang Zisang, and Huang Yunxi...... Even Gao Ziming, who is the most naughty and mischievous on weekdays, and Mu Yu, who is the most unruly, are also sad at the moment.

Jiang Guangnai sat on the edge of Zhang Zhixin's bed, even though his face was haggard and sad, he still tried his best to squeeze out a smile and help Zhang Zhixin comb some scattered hair. Then he lowered his head and kissed Zhang Zhixin lightly on his forehead, which had gradually lost his temperature.

"Zhixin, you can go with confidence. In the future, we will meet again in the kingdom of God. When the time comes, you will call me my lover again, and I will call you a good couple again......"

I tried my best to restrain my emotions, but the tears still couldn't be suppressed.

He got up and bowed slightly to the people around him, and his face didn't know whether it was intentional or natural, but there was a hint of joy.

He said aloud: "Brothers and sisters, Zhang Zhixin was martyred for the Lord at 15:39 p.m. on July 21, 2010, and slept in the Lord's arms. From then on all the entangles of the earth could not disturb her, nor could she be shaken by all the cunnings of the enemy, and she would enjoy rest until the return of the Lord. ”

All around replied, "Amen." ”

And I don't know who was the leader, but a song rang out, and all the people sang:

Sleep in the arms of the Lord! What a blessing!

No one ever wakes up and weeps,

Quiet, tranquil, peaceful, happy

Not bound by any enemy.

Sleep in the arms of the Lord! Although separated from relatives

When you wake up, you will be even more happy

Infinite blessings are in the bosom of the sleeping Lord

No one ever woke up and wept.

The song is melodious, how moving, and it is a joy in the midst of sorrow.

Yang Zexi cried when he sang and sang, but he laughed again when he sang and sang, laughing so happily, and shouted at Zhang Zhixin's corpse with a smile: "Sister Zhixin, isn't the world over there very happy?" Is there no worries in the world over there? Are you very happy over there? ”

As soon as these words came out, everyone around them also laughed, it was an open-minded, heartfelt laughter.

Zhou Yan woke up with tears in his eyes, his heart was still full of sadness, his heart was still full of sadness, he couldn't understand where the singing came from, where the laughter came from.

He woke up, sat up from the bed again, and sat on the bed looking at everyone around him with some confusion.

Which one didn't have tears in their eyes and which one didn't have a smile on their face?

Why? Why are you so happy? Teacher Zhang is not ...... Isn't it dead? Why are these people who should have a deeper relationship with Teacher Zhang, even Teacher Zhang's husband, Jiang Guangnai, laughing there?

This is the first time that Zhou Yan has come into contact with death in this way, and it is also the first time that Zhou Yan has faced death so calmly.

Grandma told herself not to cry anymore, so he would never cry again.

Teacher Zhang told him to take care of himself, and he must take care of himself after that week!

Seeing Zhang Zhixin lying flat on the bed, her expression was so serene and with the most beautiful smile.

What kind of death is this? This is obviously going home!

……

No one asked Zhou Yan what had just happened in the spiritual world, as if nothing had happened, crying and laughing, like patting the dust off his clothes and waving his hand, meeting and saying goodbye.

Some accompanied Jiang Guangnai to send Zhang Zhixin's body to be registered, and then prepared for the next cremation, while Zhou Yan remained in the vineyard.

It has been several days since Zhou Yan arrived at the vineyard, but unfortunately, he has spent most of his time in a coma.

Even when he woke up, food was brought into his room. So it was only tonight that he entered the kitchen.

The vineyard is originally the site of a kindergarten, so the kitchen is still relatively large, and the equipment in it is relatively complete, which is a bit similar to the Anle Orphanage.

When Chinese eat, they always like a table of people gathered around the lively scene, and then pick up dishes between each other, which is very atmospheric.

Because Jiang Guangnai and some people left, the number of people tonight is still small, that is, only two tables.

One table for men, one table for women, and the dishes are exactly the same.

Four dishes and one soup, two meat and two vegetables, which are very nutritious and healthy, and at the same time very delicious.

"Zhou Yan, you're too thin, come and eat more." Huang Yunxi is a qualified big brother, and after a meal, he gave Zhou Yan soup and vegetables many times.

I don't know what's wrong, maybe in such a warm atmosphere, I can't help but think of Zhang Zhixin's enthusiasm, and my heart is still a little bitter.

The heart is bitter, the mouth is gradually tasteless, and eating a bowl of rice has reached the limit.

I immersed myself in the sink, but I never thought I would meet someone there.

"Mr. Yang Zisang, hello." Zhou Yan greeted the man politely.

Yang Zisang nodded in return, standing in place, but didn't say anything.

Zhou Yan saw Yang Zisang standing in front of him, but he didn't speak for a long time, he was very puzzled, but he didn't say much.

After a while, Zhou Yan seemed to be a little impatient, and first said, "Mr. Yang, is there something wrong?" ”

Yang Zisang still didn't speak, but his eyes were on Zhou Yan.

That sharp and sharp gaze can search people's stomachs and hearts.

Then he said, "Don't you remember me?" ”

Who?

Zhou Yan's body trembled suddenly, and an inexplicable fear continued from his scalp to his toes.

"Forehead ......"

Faced with Zhou Yan's frightened expression, Yang Zisang was very unceremoniously shocked at his head.

Yang Zisang showed no mercy to his subordinates, so Zhou Yan was in pain at the moment, and kept rubbing his devastated head with his palm, but his heart was inexplicably much more stable.

It's not because of the hard beating that there is stability, but because the person in front of him is not what he thinks in his heart.

The Yang Zisang in front of him is still Yang Zisang, but why is this Yang Zisang so strange today?

Seeing that Zhou Yan still looked confused, Yang Zisang really had to make another burst at his head. But the self-cultivation of people still restrained the anger in the heart.

"Don't remember?" Yang Zisang asked again.

Remember? What to remember?

Indeed, Zhou Yan's mind was complicated, and he didn't know what Yang Zisang was talking about.

Yang Zisang sighed and turned around.

Just when Yang Zisang finally gave up asking and planned to leave, Zhou Yan turned around.

Zhou Yan's pupils shrank suddenly. , because of surprise, because of fear.

It wasn't just Yang Zisang who turned around......

In Yang Zisang's hand, there is also a sword!

A sword with a quaint shape, intricately crafted sword that also spews flames!