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"You've changed a lot. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info" Huang Yuan said as he looked at Zhao Chunliang.

"Am I changing?" Zhao Chunliang touched his face in some surprise and said, "What has changed?" ”

"I don't know, a feeling!" Huang Yuan said, "You seem to be much more mature than you were three or four months ago in half a year, and you feel a lot calmer." ”

"I've been through a few things in the last few months." Zhao Chunliang said, "Maybe there has been some change in mentality, by the way, this person is so good, how can he say that he will leave?" ”

"I don't know, Siyi's mother has always been in good health, I don't know why she suddenly had a myocardial infarction, and when she was found by a neighbor, the old lady was already in a deep coma, and she was sent to the hospital for rescue for a long time but could not be rescued, alas." Huang Yuan sighed.

"Alas!" Zhao Chunliang also sighed, this world is impermanent, many times a good person will leave, so people living in the world should really cherish every minute and second of life.

"Where's Siyi?" Zhao Chunliang asked.

"In the funeral home, there are a lot of people who come today, and many of them are from the military, as the only relative of the old lady, Siyi needs to send the old lady the last part of the way, and she has to take care of everyone who came to send the old lady, she has not slept from last night to now. I feel distressed when I see it. Huang Yuan said sadly.

"Come in with me." Zhao Chunliang looked at the funeral home and said, "She doesn't seem to want to see me." ”

"Hmm." Huang Yuan nodded and led Zhao Chunliang to the depths of the funeral home.

At this time, in the funeral home, Lin Siyi was wearing a black suit skirt and gray linen, standing next to the coffin, accepting the condolences of every visitor, her face did not see too much sadness, on the contrary, more of a kind of strength.

This kind of strength comes from her childhood, she has grown up alone since she was a child, and she has more or less adapted to the pain of losing her loved ones.

Beside Lin Siyi, there stood a foreigner with blond hair, who was a head taller than Lin Siyi, wearing a black suit and a serious face.

It stands to reason that the people standing next to Lin Siyi should be Lin Siyi's relatives, and this foreigner standing there can't help but make many people think of a recent rumor.

I heard that Lin Siyi found a foreign boyfriend.

When Zhao Chunliang saw Lin Siyi, he felt that his heart hurt slightly, although Lin Siyi's face was strong, but with Zhao Chunliang's pervasive perception ability now, he clearly felt that Lin Siyi at this time was just an empty shelf, and her soul seemed to be gone.

Zhao Chunliang and Huang Yuan walked in front of Lin Siyi together, Lin Siyi looked at Zhao Chunliang and nodded, which was regarded as a greeting.

"Condolences and change." Zhao Chunliang said.

"Hmm." Lin Siyi replied, and had no intention of talking more.

"If there's anything I need to do, just ask." Zhao Chunliang said.

"No need." Lin Siyi shook his head.

Zhao Chunliang was inexplicably a little confused, bowed three times in the direction of the coffin, and then turned to leave.

"The man next to Siyi is called Alex." Huang Yuan walked beside Zhao Chunliang and said.

"Oh." Zhao Chunliang nodded.

"You really don't mind that at all?" Huang Yuan frowned slightly and asked, according to his understanding of Zhao Chunliang, Zhao Chunliang would definitely not ignore the man standing next to Lin Siyi.

"Mind what?" Zhao Chunliang asked.

"Alex, Siyi's current boyfriend." Huang Yuan said.

"And then?" Zhao Chunliang asked.

"You know, Siyi has you in her heart, she's just using Alex to forget about you, if you really don't pay attention, if something really happens to the two of them, you'll regret it!" Huang Yuan said seriously.

"After going out for almost half a year, I understand a truth, some people, some things, are destined to be only passers-by in your life, we can't be the protagonist in everyone's life, live a good present, cherish the moment, it's enough, others, just follow the fate." Zhao Chunliang said.

"Why do I think you're going to become a monk when you go out?" Huang Yuan frowned and said.

"I'm a monk, what are you going to do? Rest assured. Zhao Chunliang patted Huang Yuan on the shoulder, then walked outside the funeral parlor and squinted at the sun in the sky.

After a long time, a man in a black suit and sunglasses walked over from a distance.

Zhao Chunliang glanced at the man and didn't say anything.

The man walked up to Zhao Chunliang, took off his sunglasses and said, "Long time no see, son." ”

"I know you have to come." Zhao Chunliang said without raising his head.

"I'll come and see her." The man looked into the depths of the funeral home and said, "Give her one last ride." ”

"Where's Mom?" Zhao Chunliang asked.

"She didn't come, this place, it's not appropriate for her to come." The man said.

Zhao Chunliang nodded and didn't say anything, and the man who called him son walked into the funeral home alone.

There seemed to be some commotion coming from inside the funeral home.

Many people recognized the man who walked into the funeral home, and they also heard a lot of legends about that man, especially those in the army, who remembered that man even more, and everyone stared at that man firmly.

After all these years, this man is still the same as before.

He just needs to stand there casually and be the center of attention.

His name is Zhao Jianyu.

Zhao Jianyu walked to the coffin, looked at Lin Siyi with a heavy face, and said, "Siyi, the festival is changing." ”

"Uncle Zhao, thank you." Lin Siyi nodded to Zhao Jianyu, who is also surnamed Zhao, Lin Siyi's attitude towards Zhao Jianyu is much better than that towards Zhao Chun.

"In the future, when you are alone, you must learn to be strong." Zhao Jianyu said.

"I'll take care of her!" The man named Alex, who was standing next to Lin Siyi, put his arm around Lin Siyi's shoulders and said.

Zhao Jianyu glanced at Alex, nodded, and then bowed deeply to the coffin in front of him three times, then turned around and walked out of the funeral home, just like when he came, without greeting anyone.

Walking outside the funeral home, Zhao Jianyu walked to Zhao Chunliang's side, patted Zhao Chunliang's shoulder, and said, "Alex is a member of the top 33rd level family of Freemasonry. ”

"Hmm." Zhao Chunliang nodded, handed a cigarette to his Lao Tzu, and said, "When will you and your mother come back?" ”

"A little while." Zhao Jianyu took the cigarette and said, "I heard that you also have a thought." ”

"Well, it's about three months away." Zhao Chunliang said.

"The road to heaven is actually not difficult." Zhao Jianyu said, "The time will naturally come, and you don't have to force it." ”

"I've already thought about it, life and death are fate, and wealth is in the sky." Zhao Chunliang smiled, his face was a kind of relief, everything he had experienced in the past half a year or so made him look down on a lot of things.

"The Infinite Sword Saint is both good and evil, you should pay more attention to yourself." Zhao Jianyu said.

"Hmm!" Zhao Chunliang nodded.

"I'm leaving." Zhao Jianyu picked up his cigarette and walked forward.

"Watch out there." Zhao Chunliang shouted.

Zhao Jianyu turned his back to Zhao Chunliang, raised his hand and waved.

The funeral was held at three o'clock in the afternoon, Lin Siyi never cried from beginning to end, maybe for others, people would be called unfilial, but no one said Lin Siyi, because everyone knew that Lin Siyi was a person who would not easily show his emotions on his face.

Many people are actually more sympathetic to poor Lin Siyi because of this, because crying is at least a way to vent, and not crying may be more uncomfortable than crying, right?

Zhao Chunliang left alone after the funeral and returned to the capital.

He didn't have much interest in who Lin Siyi was with, after all, everyone had their own lives, Lin Siyi chose her life, Zhao Chunliang was not her parents, so he couldn't care so much, as for that Alex was a member of the Masonic thirty-third level member family, it didn't have much to do with him in Zhao Chunliang's opinion, even if he was the emperor Laozi, it had nothing to do with him.

Zhao Chunliang, who returned to the capital, returned home directly, he had more people who needed to be accompanied, and these people were all he would have in his future life.

Half a year has passed, Zhao Rui has obviously grown up a lot more than before, seeing Abba come home, Zhao Rui excitedly threw himself into Zhao Chunliang's arms for a while, Jiang Wanqiu Pujia and Nangong Fengluan The three women stood aside with a smile, after half a year of getting along, the relationship between the three of them was obviously much deeper.

Zhao Chunliang had a very happy night, and it can even be said to be the happiest night in the past six months, at this time Zhao Chunliang realized that no matter how a man is outside, home is really his last and warmest harbor.

Zhao Chun secretly made a decision in his conscience.

On the night when Zhao Chunliang went home, far away in the Central Park of Wharton, the capital of the United States, black cars were moving forward quickly.

When the cars stopped, in front of them, a church appeared.

Outside the church, several cars had already been parked.

The car stopped, and the blonde foreigners stepped out of the car and walked into the church.

These foreigners have a badge on each chest, these badges represent a family, and on these badges, there are numbers one by one, basically the numbers are between 30 and 32.

If you want to leave it to ordinary people, I am afraid that they will not understand why there are these numbers, only Freemasons will understand that each number represents the rank of the family in Freemasonry, and in Freemasonry, a level of more than thirty means absolute strength.

Inside the church, people seem to sit in a certain order.

Everyone sat in their positions deeply, among these people, there were high-ranking officials who had the power to pour the power of the country, and there were also huge wealthy businessmen.

No one spoke, everyone sat quietly, as if waiting for something.