There is no shortage of bad people and no shortage of good people in this world.

Perfect, heinous, there is still no shortage of such people.

No one will make any difference between one less person in this world and one more person.

But if there is a very important and important person missing, then for the person who cares about you, what his world lacks is a heart, a heart that will beat.

On the clear blue sky, more than a dozen planes whizzed by, and sadness and remorse streaked across the entire sky and across everyone's hearts.

There were so many planes from Qizhuang City on the airport of the national highway that the local people couldn't help but watch.

Liu Hanxing's face suddenly became old, with wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, and his head turned gray overnight.

Beside him is Cui Jiali's maiden family.

The eldest uncle and the second uncle were wearing solemn mourning clothes, and their wives and children hid behind and wiped the tears that should not have been.

Guan Yi's eyes kept on the last plane that landed, and the huge airfield of the national highway was all occupied at once.

His wife held her big belly and pulled Guanyi's hand, and her eyes were full of regret.

Zhou Tian took off his glasses, wiped away his tears and then brought them back on, Yang Xu stood in place and looked at the plane that landed, and the whole person cried all at once.

Keke pulled Cheng Wen's voice cowardly, and he didn't dare to cry at all.

There were many, many people standing at the airport, including high-ranking officials, soldiers, policemen, relatives and friends.

There was a muffled thunder in the sky, and all the voices seemed to be crying for the one who had left.

With the opening of the cabin door of the plane, an earth-shattering voice came from the cabin: "Brother Mengyao, go home!" The voice was heartbreaking with a thick cry.

As soon as Deng Yuqing's last note fell, the cry spread from beginning to end.

These people on the plane are from Qizhuang City, and all of them are survivors.

"Brother Mengyao, go home!"

The voice rang out again.

The cold wind passed by everyone's ears, and they even heard the wind crying, crying in grief.

"Brother Mengyao, go home!"

Liu Hanxing wiped his tears and watched the figure over there gradually come over.

Cui Jiali held the portrait expressionlessly, the portrait was a girl on it, and it was surprising that the portrait of this girl was not taken by the camera, but drawn!

She was wearing a bright red robe, a little cinnabar on her eyebrows, evil eyes, beautiful cheeks, and slender fingers with a ball of blue fire standing there like this, so beautiful, so people couldn't take their eyes off.

Cui Jiali was followed by a child, who was only four or five years old, did not cry or make trouble, and just pulled the corner of Cui Jiali's clothes and walked forward step by step.

During the day, the three brothers and sisters followed behind, holding a bell in their hands, shaking and walking, the crane immortal Panshan Senior Uncle Qingxian Daoist behind him recited the mantra of the past in his mouth, and Fang Xiaoling, the eldest grandson and others behind him, scattered paper money.

Along with the wind were the spirit flags, white, and a little bright in such weather.

He stood on one side holding Brother Mengyao's urn, there was no hope in his eyes, he had been, and when everything was over, they could start living again in a place where no one knew him, but now he was the only one left of all the people.

The rain poured down, the wind fell silent, the sea dried up, and a hundred ghosts wept around the beam.

This funeral was held for 7746 days.

In these seventy-seven forty-six days, countless and countless people came to spend time for her, and the evil ghosts of the climate kept watch in the auditorium during the day and also in the auditorium at night, and the ghosts and wild animals came one after another, and they sat in the corner of the auditorium like people, quietly looking at the statue, or occasionally making two weeping roars.

At first, they were scared, but then they wept together.

The Five Immortal Families in the Northeast also came, and finally left after sitting here for dozens of days.

Her life may not be so smooth, but her life is very exciting, with ups and downs, and in the end, there are so many people crying for her, laughing for her, living for her, and dying for her.

The people in the county, the big cities, the countryside, the ravines, and the countryside all heard this rumor, and came from far and wide with their own hearts, and wept when they saw such a situation.

When she heard the story, it was the last day of the funeral, which was Halloween.

The body couldn't help but lean forward: "Really? ”

The name Hanako beside her sighed: "Oh, of course it's true, today is the last day of Jiutian Niangniang's funeral, I still want to go, it's not far away, do you want to go?" ”

"Go, go back then!" The girl stood up suddenly.

"What's the matter, let's go now!"

In the huge auditorium, Yao Daoren drank the last sip of wine, looking at the woman on the statue with such grief.

Deng Yuqing brought the wine over again, put it in front of him at once, and patted him drunkly: "Stinky Taoist, come, drink, continue to drink!" ”

"Deng Yuqing, are you enough!" Bai Zhi snatched the wine from his hand with red eyes.

He watched the wine being taken away, and walked over upside down: "Daughter-in-law, you give me the wine, be good, don't make trouble!" ”

"Deng Yuqing, can you think about other people's feelings, you drink like this, if Brother Mengyao sees what she feels, you can drink it yourself, you pull the senior brother and the senior uncle to drink together, how long do you want them to be decadent!"

"No, not decadent." He smiled and snatched the wine with one hand, looked at the portrait of Brother Mengyao and knelt down suddenly: "Ancestor, I'm not decadent, I know you definitely don't want to see us like this, let me tell you, I'm really not decadent!" ”

Liu Hanxing looked at Deng Yuqing and sat down.

All the people were silent, it was not the first time that such a thing had been born, nor was it the first time that it had gone from quarrel to snatching.

At funerals, there are almost every day when there is such a thing, and there is a quarrel every day. At first, there would be people to dissuade and someone to pull the fight, but now I am used to it.

She exhaled and looked at the situation in the auditorium, and walked to the side with a heart: "Lao Tie, this, this, this is so big here!" She exclaimed. Her body was suddenly hit by a black shadow, and she let out a sigh and pushed her body to Lao Tie's side.

It hurts: "What are these things around, people are not people, ghosts are not ghosts, and I don't pay attention when I walk." She looked around, shaking.

The old iron also looked around: "What are you blind?" Didn't wipe your eyes clean? There are a lot of white flowers around here, where do you come from, no one is not a ghost. He replied.

What else did the girl think, the old iron suddenly sighed in surprise and pulled the girl and shouted excitedly: "Hey, brother, the woman on the portrait in front of you is not like you!" ”

Brother was dragged by him like this, and his head was dizzy: "Don't don't, don't drag, my head is dizzy." She patted her head and looked in the direction that Lao Tie was pointing to.

When her eyes touched the special portrait, she was dumbfounded, and exclaimed in surprise: "How can this be, why does the woman above look the same as me!" ”

The screams spread throughout the auditorium and into everyone's ears.

He raised his head slowly, the wine bottle in his hand slipped off the stage, and Yao Daoren looked at the girl opposite in disbelief, like, too similar, it was carved out of a mold.

"Sister, sister!"

Xu Xu, who hadn't spoken for a long, long time, suddenly spoke, and his red eyes and soft body rushed towards the girl with a smile.

"Ancestor!"

"!"

She was still immersed in the portrait, and the sudden sound in her ears pulled her out of the cold sea cave, and her body fell heavily, and kept falling.

Just when she thought she was going to be surrounded by darkness, suddenly a pair of large hands pulled her body back from what was about to fall.

That person, that person's face had a smile of rebirth after the catastrophe, warm, extremely familiar.

In the last moment of touching him, she was thinking:

"If there really is a permanent death in this world, perhaps she may be God's favorite."