The sky in Yanjing was gray. Dark clouds are falling. It's like the big invisible hand of fate that covers the sun, obscuring the sky. It's breathless.

Eight o'clock in the morning.

All kinds of cars have been parked outside the place where the Han family held a memorial service. Wreaths encroach on long streets.

Perhaps expecting this, Han Xiaoyi's choice to hold a memorial service was not in the urban area, but in a well-known place in the suburbs. On a street more than 10 meters wide and 100 meters long, the cold and quiet atmosphere of the past was instantly torn apart, but it was replaced by lively and joyful atmosphere. It is a depression and sorrow that is solidified to the extreme. There are cars parked on both sides of the street, and the 100-meter long queue is frightening. The inner hall was full of wreaths, and they had to be placed outside. But as the crowd gathered, the wreaths were piled up tightly even on the streets, leaving only a less spacious passageway.

There are a lot of people. More wreaths.

Some bigwigs, who were abroad and could not arrive at the scene in person, sent people to express a moment of silence.

From six o'clock in the morning to now, in the two hours that are not long or short, Han Xiaoyi has received nearly 300 people. These people include political officials, business tycoons, and military units that cooperate with the Han family. Everyone's expressions were extremely solemn. For the choke of the immortal talent in the coffin, the regret of the majestic edifice of the Han family.

Han Xiaoyi was dressed in filial piety clothes and received every condolence guest with a sad face. Take a bow. Thank. Take a bow. Say thank you -- thank you in two hours is more than she's said in a lifetime. The number of bows in two hours is more than a lifetime.

Next to her stood Fu Bo, as well as the meticulous young man in the green robe, Chen Cripple. The two of them are one left and one right, protecting Han Xiaoyi and Han Xiaobao in the center. The guests are greeted in a gloomy atmosphere.

Lin Ze is not there.

Han Xiaoyi gave Lin Ze a task after finishing his work in the early morning. A mission that requires leaving Yanjing to complete.

Pick up people.

picked up someone he didn't know and Han Xiaoyi didn't know. But Han Xiaoyi told Lin Ze that this person had to be picked up. If not, this memorial service may not be successfully completed.

Lin Ze didn't ask much.

He knew that Han Xiaoyi didn't have much energy to answer his doubts. Lin Ze, who had slept for three hours, drove away after getting this task. He needs to be in a hurry, and the memorial service will end at twelve o'clock at noon. And Han Xiaoyi's request was that he must rush back before eleven o'clock.

The memorial service proceeded in an orderly manner, and from half-past eight, the characters who appeared began to become heavy. The involvement of major second-tier families, quasi-first-tier families, and first-tier families made this memorial service shine. It also makes the weight of this memorial service infinitely expanded. Han Xiaoyi maintained a calm expression in the face of all the guests who might be enemies and friends with him in the future. No surprises.

This calmness and calmness surprised many bigwigs at Han Xiaoyi.

She is powerful.

No one has ever denied this.

But no one expected that Han Xiaoyi would be able to stabilize his mood at his father's memorial service and receive guests without showing weakness at all. The number of etiquette and various arrangements are made to the extreme.

Although her delicate and pale face was full of haggardness, there was a determination in her eyes that did not match her age. Admirable.

"Miss Xue has arrived!"

A voice sounded outside the door, not too loud, but extremely solemn.

When everyone heard this, they immediately put on a posture to greet this goddess of Yanjing, who drank all night with Han Zhenbei and did not lose the wind.

When her name fell into the ears of everyone, the first reaction of the group of people staying in the hall was - will this Yanjing goddess, who has always dressed her own way, change her style for Han Zhenbei?

Clearly, their expectations have come true.

Aunt Xue not only changed her previous dress, but also catered to the tone of this memorial service.

Plain, even slightly dark. and her past glamorous outrageous clothes. A pair of black cloth shoes did not take away the grace of the goddess, she was still like a delicate red rose, blooming with the unique charm of a thirty-year-old woman. Her smile was still magical. Every step she takes, there is a feminine smell. As the beautiful eyes flowed, many people of the opposite sex subconsciously lowered their eyes, not daring to look directly at this fairy-like woman.

With a serious and respectful condolence, the aunt of the Xue family walked to Han Xiaoyi and waited for the girl to thank her. The aunt of the Xue family gently held the girl's cold but stubborn palm, and said softly: "The deceased is gone, and the living must be strong." ”

"Thank you." Han Xiaoyi listened to the magnetic and slightly tender words of the goddess, her heart tightened, and her brain was quite faint.

Isn't this the voice of her imaginary mother?

At this moment, her eyes were slightly red again. But in an instant, she was back to normal.

The aunt of the Xue family took Han Xiaoyi's every move into her eyes. I feel pity in my heart. This girl has really grown up.

But I grew up. The burden will increase, the pressure will increase, and the life will become more painful and difficult.

"Whether a person's life is successful or not, whether it is worthwhile. No public opinion guidance or appearance can be accurate. The memorial service will always show the influence of this person at a glance. Aunt Xue said softly. Xiaoyi, your father is an amazing man. He is also an elder whom I respect. From him, I learned something that will last a lifetime. Be assured that He will bless you above the nine heavens. Pray for you. "Hmm!" Han Xiaoyi nodded heavily.

"The Chen family is very young!"

At this moment, an increasingly fierce voice sounded outside the house.

The crowd in the room was immediately moved.

Isn't the Chen family at odds with the Han family?

Why is this coming? Could it be...

Han Xiaoyi and Aunt Xue moved their eyes to the door without any surprise. I saw a handsome boy in a black suit walking slowly surrounded by black and white robes. His face was heavy, as if the deceased were his relatives. This moving countenance does not look like a disguise. Even Chen Xueqin, who was next to him, was slightly condensed, and seemed to be very sad about Han Zhenbei's passing.

The aunt of the Xue family just glanced at the Chen family, and then whispered lukewarmly: "Chen Yifei's acting skills can be called god-level. ”

Han Xiaoyi stood up straight with an expressionless face and greeted him.

She moved. Fu Bo and Chen Cripple also followed. Meet the Chen family in the center of the field.

Domino effect.

The atmosphere of the scene suddenly condensed into a substance like suffocation!

-- The entrance of the railway station with a lot of traffic. Crowds of people come and go. Even though it was the depths of winter, no one felt cold because of this, but sweated profusely.

A young man with thick black hair squatted on the side of the door and smoked a smoky cigarette. Occasionally twist the mineral water and take two sips, occasionally sweep two glances into the door, and then bury his head in anger and smoke. It seems to be pondering something.

About a quarter of an hour later, a tiger-headed kid emerged from the young man's back. At the age of twelve or thirteen, he is already more than one meter and six meters tall, standing inconspicuous in the crowd, but he is a top-notch child among his peers.

The little kid's face was full of excitement, but the excitement was mixed with a touch of panic. His eyes rolled, and he patted the black-haired man who was squatting on the ground.

"Boss, I just- ouch!"

As soon as he spoke, the young man didn't know what to do, and with a backhand, he picked up the nimble boy and threw it out. And then slammed a. He had a long nosebleed and a bruised face.

"Damn, I've been waiting for you for half an hour, and you're looking for death?" The black-haired man said angrily.

His vicious words were released, and the nearby crowd immediately cast disdainful and angry glances at him. It's just that the little kid's next words dispelled the thoughts of a few young people who had a sense of justice and were still wiped out by this dog-mother society.

"Boss, we finally have a chance to come out for a walk, I fell in love with the young woman on the train just now, can't we say goodbye and never see each other again?" The little kid wiped the nosebleed from his mouth and smirked.

"Grass, you uncle!" The young man scolded. "You're a!"

"Hey, hey, each other." The little kid leaned over to the young man, took out a cigarette and lit it, squatted next to him and took a puff, spewing out a puff of smoke skillfully. "Cool."

The two men who behaved in an extremely strange way rolled their eyes at the crowd nearby. Is this considered that the upper beam is not correct and the lower beam is crooked?

But looking at the young man's domineering and fierce shot, the passengers didn't dare to squeak. Keep your head down and complete your own crowded tasks.

The young man refilled a cigarette, glanced at the little kid, and muttered, "What's the matter, do you want to get the phone number when you take the opportunity to rub the oil?" ”

"That ass feels so good." The little kid grinned as he stepped on. "It's a pity that there are too many people, and it is not good to complete the feat of chest attack. But it's time to get to the phone. That sister has a three-year-old daughter. Well, it's the young woman of the young women, the mature of the. When the training camp was completed, I immediately asked her to shoot. ”

"Slut." The young man scolded.

"Hey, hey."

This pair of living treasures is naturally Moshu and Xiaohu.

A week ago, they received an invitation from the Yangcheng Military Region to participate in a youth competition. Mo Shu originally planned to go alone, but he couldn't stand Xiaohu's dead skin, and Leng was overwhelmed by Xiaohu's torture on the night before he left, and reluctantly agreed. On the way back by train today, Xiaohu fell in love with the glamorous young woman in the same carriage, what kind of character is Xiaohu? It was a livestock that followed Moshu, and within ten minutes, the young woman was amused by the little tiger and smiled. yelling to recognize him as a younger brother. On the contrary, there was no reaction to the book that did not sell badly.

It wasn't until the train arrived at the station that Xiaohu took the opportunity to take advantage of it and begged for a phone under the young woman's sister's red face.

"Let's go." Mo Shu patted his ass and left the station with mineral water.

"Boss. Returning to the military region is not taking this path. The little tiger came up and asked inexplicably.

"I'm not going back today." Mo Shu threw a cigarette into his mouth.

"Where are we going?" When Xiaohu heard this, he immediately asked excitedly. "Boss, are you rich, how about we go wash our feet?"

"Get out of the way!" Mo Shu scolded viciously. "I'll go find Lin Ze."

"What are you doing with Brother Xiaolin?" Xiaohu asked curiously.

"Han Zhenbei is dead. Ask him if there's anything he needs my help with. Moshu said expressionlessly.

"Huh?" Xiaohu raised his eyebrows and said strangely. "You're talking about that Han Da Xiaoxiong?"

"Hmm." Mo Shu nodded faintly.

"Grass. How did he die? Xiaohu asked.

"You have a clean mouth." Mo Shu scolded.

"Oh-" Xiaohu asked with a low voice. "Boss, Han Zhenbei is really going to die. Isn't the Han family the only one left with his two children? ”

"Hmm."

"That's not good. Such a big Han family, can it be supported by these two little kids? Xiaohu asked very old-fashionedly.

"It's none of your business." Mo Shu frowned.

"Boss, what are you going to do? Are you worried that someone will trouble them? Xiaohu asked.

"It's not impossible." Mo Shu said.

"Brother Xiaolin supports Han Xiaoyi so much, he will definitely not stand by coldly. Boss, you go over now—" Xiaohu asked, blinking his dark eyes. "Are you planning to embarrass the Han family, you will come and kill one by one, and two will kill a pair?"

Xiaohu's arm was slashed in the void, and he was murderous.

"What do you say?" A sneer appeared on the corner of Mo Shu's mouth, and he strode forward.

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