Chapter 891: Eulogy!

War Song Maniac is very popular in Southeast Asia. Not to mention the Wen Breaker, who has always been a little self-contained and proud. Even the eight-sided exquisite, the old fox Wang Shu, who can fight with anyone, is not popular.

No one in this world is stupid. Who is really good and who is a hypocrite may not be measured in a day or two. But for a long time. It's always a little bit of a look.

Maybe some people don't see that Wang Shu is a hypocrite, but no one can't see that the war song maniac is really a good person.

Hello people. Not necessarily good-tempered. But doing things must be good.

War Song Maniac is popular. I also made a lot of friends. Many people who have come into contact with him once want to be friends. Not because of his background, not because of his huge financial resources. Of course, this is a brutal reality. Just good people, maybe there are some people who are willing to be friends. But for others whose time is money. I don't necessarily have the time to make friends with him.

One way or another. The memorial service of the war song maniac was undoubtedly lively. It is also destined to alarm Southeast Asia.

Warsong Maniac is over fifty years old. His elders are almost dead. The younger generation is not qualified enough. Although there are also memorial services. But people in Southeast Asia know it. The real operation of this memorial service is to break the situation. This Southeast Asian giant who has been friends with the war song maniac for half his life.

The memorial service lasted from morning to five o'clock in the afternoon, and the heavyweights had already put incense on them, each caring for the descendants of the war song maniac. Only then did he fall to the side with a gloomy expression.

Whether it's the East or the West, the saying that the dead are greater will work.

There are many Eastern faces and many Western faces at the memorial service of the war song maniac. Even some of them are black. From this alone, it can also be seen that the war song maniac has a wide range of friends.

At half past five in the afternoon, the final slot of the memorial service. Wen Poju, who was wearing a black suit, coughed slightly and came to the stage.

With the unanimous consent of the fighters, the eulogy was read by Wen Po.

During this time, Wen Po worked hard for the memorial service of the war song maniac, and even ignored the chaos of the Wen family. It can be seen that his sorrow for the war song maniac is no less than that of the descendants of the war family. No matter what others say, Wen Poju has long lost his mind.

Slowly coming to the stage, Wen Poju gently raised the microphone. Bloodshot eyes glanced around at the black head of the audience. With a sad look on his face, he said in a slightly hoarse voice: "Thank you for coming to see Lao Zhan on his last journey." ”

There was silence in the audience.

"It makes sense. I should have prepared a eulogy. Actually, I was prepared. Even many servings are prepared. It's just -- fifty years of acquaintance. I found that no matter how long the speech was, it could not be a vehicle for me to express my inner feelings. So before I went on stage, I tore up all the scripts. ”

"I've met a lot of people in my life. Some are friends. Some are enemies. Others, who are friends when they need me. I'm an enemy when I don't need me. But Lao Zhan, from the day I was born, he treated me as a friend. Until the moment of death. Still is. ”

"When I was a kid, Lao Zhan loved to play fighting games. I don't like it very much. But because at that time, few people dared to be friends with him. He's too hot-tempered. Parents are too domineering. So I became his only option. I still remember that when I first started playing, he always let me. I didn't know it at the time, and I thought I was playing at a high level. Later I knew. He let me. I'm afraid that I'll lose too much, so I won't play with him in the future. ”

"Back then, we used to play games on weekends. Unless I'm out socializing, he'll be bored on the computer on weekends. ”

"At that time, I sometimes wondered. This guy is the only male member of the war family, so he has no interest at all. Why are you so obsessed with fighting games? Later I knew. The reason is that his parents did not allow him to practice martial arts. So he can only send affection and games. ”

"Finally, at the age of eighteen. He was already 1.9 meters tall and ran to my house. He was very excited to tell me that he wouldn't need me to play games with him in the future. I just smiled. I asked casually. He said that his parents promised him to practice martial arts. ”

"After the age of eighteen, Lao Zhan became the number one master in Southeast Asia. Invincible in the world. ”

"Lao Zhan likes to practice martial arts. He also likes to drink wine and eat meat. He has spent most of his life on these three things. But I don't like to practice martial arts, and I don't like to drink wine and eat meat. So I slowly distanced myself from him. Maybe for me, time can dilute friendships. But time is useless for the old war. I still remember when I graduated from college and had my first career setback. It was the old war who accompanied me for a full week. At that time, he was also very busy and did not have much time. But he was with me. Drink every day until I vomit. Drunk in the dark. ”

"The old war has a good amount of wine. I'm sure everyone knows this. It can be a week. He kept drinking with me and I was drunk. He didn't dare to rest either. He was afraid that I would be stupid. He knew that I was a proud person and couldn't stand too much setback. A week later, I figured it out. Took a shower, changed into clean clothes and went to work. Before leaving, he patted me on the shoulder and said, Xiaowen. In this life, where can there be a hurdle that cannot be passed? Are you terminally ill? Are you going to die soon? No? Then enjoy life. ”

"The next day, I got a call from his parents. My uncle and aunt scolded me. The reason is simple. Lao Zhan came home with stomach bleeding. Collapsed in the living room and vomited blood. I almost threw up to death. ”

"Lao Zhan can drink better than me. But Lao Zhan was afraid that something would happen to me. So secretly drank most of the wine. If you leave it for me to drink. I'm afraid it was more than twenty years ago. I'm dying. ”

Wen Poju raised his head slightly, trying to let the liquid in his eyes roll back. His voice was hoarse, and his eyes were red: "I'm sorry." Here I would like to mention Wang Shu. ”

"Wang Shu has put a lot of pressure on me for most of the year. Is the old war stressful? Big. As big as me. But Lao Zhan never complained to me. It's me, once emotionally unstable. He will reassure me. Let me not overthink it. Actually, I never listened. Even if you listen to it. It's still just as stressful. Pressure is a thing that has always been given to oneself. ”

"Presumably many people are wondering how Lao Zhan and Wang Shu went. Sorry, I can't say. I'm not going to say either. I don't care if you question me or not. Whether or not to slander me. What does it matter? The old fight to the moment of death, let me live well. Go ahead. What else can I not bear, what can I not accept? ”

"The old war is gone. But he walked proudly. Just like his life, he came frankly and went chic. ”

"The old war is gone. But I'm still alive when I break the game. I lived, and he exchanged his life for it. He made me figure out a lot of things. It also made me understand a lot of things. So start today. The warrior will be more important than the Wen family. I don't have to ask about the Wen family, but the affairs of the Zhan family, his descendants, I will protect them with my life. ”

"In my life, I have only one friend, and he is called War Song Maniac!"

Wen Poju's pale face couldn't hide the heavy sadness, raised his head, stared at the blue sky, and roared loudly: "Old Zhan, go to the top, please continue to laugh at the rivers and lakes!" I can see it! ”

This is a very strange eulogy.

But it's the best eulogy.

It is narrated by Wen Po, the closest friend of the war song maniac, which is poignant.

Many people understand what they are supposed to do for their friends. But not much can be done. Society is too cruel, and the world is too helpless. Many have chosen to give up.

But Warsong Maniac didn't.

He sometimes faces situations that are more difficult to choose than ordinary people, but he still expresses what his friends should do and say with practical actions.

He may be a very hot-tempered man. He may disagree and get into a fight. But he is the most touching friend.

He doesn't verbally state his attitude toward his friends. But he will tell his friends with his actions. Don't be afraid. I've always been there.

Wen Poju felt it.

The people in the audience can feel it too.

Some are alive, but he is dead. Some people died, but he was alive.

War Song Maniac used his life to tell everyone, friends, that it should be like this.

The war song maniac also used his life to tell everyone that men should live freely.

The war song maniac also used his life to tell everyone that people don't live to wait for death. There are many more important things to do. For example, eating meat, drinking, for example, making friends?

The one who wept over his departure was his friend.

At this moment, everyone in the audience shed tears of parting.

Old war, have a good trip.

~~ There are 2 more chapters to come. The time is uncertain, but it must be before 2 o'clock.