Chapter 425: Burial

Sleeping in a daze, Zhao Yan was woken up by a burst of crying, he thought he was still in a dream, but followed by the sound of knocking on the door and shouting his name, he really woke up. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

"Bang bang!"

"Bang bang!"

"Mr. Zhao! Mr. Zhao! Zhao Yan! Fan Long's parents and family are here! Mr. Zhao! Fan Long's family is here! Are you out? ā€

Zhao Yan sat up from the bed in shock, he didn't notice that the silver-white halo on his body flashed away, completely under the skin of his body.

Because he suddenly sat up from the bed, his right hand inadvertently swept to a glass on the bedside table, there was half a cup of water in the cup, and there was a chaotic sound, when Zhao Yan Huo Ran turned his head to look, the water cup had already rolled off the bedside table, and most of the water in the cup had been poured out, and it was about to break on the floor tiles.

Zhao Yan reflexively reached out to grab the water cup, but it was obviously too late, Zhao Yan frowned, and his irritability just rose, making the pupils of his eyes shrink suddenly.

The glass suddenly stopped falling, including the clear water that had been poured out of the cup, time seemed to have stopped for a moment at this moment, and then, in Zhao Yan's incredible gaze, all the clear water poured in the void returned to the glass, and the glass that was about to shatter on the floor tiles also flew up quickly, with a soft "bang", and returned to the bedside table steadily, the water in the cup quickly shook a few times, and then returned to calm, as if the scene where it fell down just now had not appeared at all.

This......

Back in time?

Zhao Yan's heart was shocked, just now, for a moment, he felt that he seemed to have some kind of magical connection with the water cup, that feeling flashed away, and when he wanted to capture that connection, that feeling, the water cup had returned to the bedside table, including the original clear water in the cup.

Zhao Yan's gaze moved down, fell on the ground, and found that there was not a drop of water on the ground.

"Mr. Zhao! Mr. Zhao! Fan Long's family is here, can you come out for a while? ā€

The sound of banging on the door and Wang Qin's voice came in again, giving Zhao Yan no more time to think about the feeling just now.

"Oh, I'm up! Coming out right away! ā€

Zhao Yan agreed, rubbed his face vigorously with his hands on his face, made himself more sober, and then got up and strode over, opened the door and walked into the living room.

In the living room, Fan Long's parents, second uncle and others really came, when Zhao Yan saw them, Fan Long's mother was shrunk and sitting on the sofa crying, Fan Long's father and second uncle had red and swollen eyes and sad faces.

Sending a white-haired person to a black-haired person is always heartbreaking and unbearable.

Seeing Zhao Yan coming out of the room, Fan Long's mother's cry immediately became much louder, as soon as she saw Zhao Yan, she immediately got up and threw herself in front of Zhao Yan, grabbed Zhao Yan's arm with rough hands, and asked with tears of mourning: "Ah Yan!" Ah Yan...... Why? Why didn't you take good care of Aaron? Why are so many people fine, but Aaron has an accident? Why? ā€

Others hurriedly came over to help her comfort, but Zhao Yan felt very uncomfortable, but he couldn't defend it.

He can understand the sorrow in the heart of Fan Long's mother, they only have one son, Fan Long, who is only 18 years old.

……

In the afternoon of the same day, Fan Long's parents and second uncle called a hospital corpse truck and took Fan Long back to Xicheng, and Zhao Yan, Wang Qin, Xi Jian, Zheng Xiaohua and others also drove with them.

When the car arrived in Xicheng, dozens of relatives and friends from Fan Long's family came, everyone was sad, there were more women and women crying, and the saddest was Fan Long's grandmother, the old man had not seen Fan Long's remains, so he cried and fainted there.

The corpse truck only stopped downstairs at Fan Long's house for less than an hour before driving to the funeral home.

Zhao Yan heard that it was because Fan Long was too young and died young, so he couldn't handle the funeral at home, which made Zhao Yan even more sad.

It also made Fan Long's family even more sad.

Fan Long's body was parked at the funeral home for two days, and after being cremated two days later, he was buried in a cemetery on the western outskirts of Xicheng.

In the past few days, Zhao Yan has always been expressionless and rarely speaks, his parents and eldest sister have gone to the funeral home to see Fan Long's remains, and they also participated in Fan Long's funeral.

On this day, maybe God is also sad about Fan Long's death, there is a heavy rain in Xicheng, which has not rained for many days, and the dark clouds in the sky are oppressive, which makes people feel depressed at a glance.

All the people who participated in the funeral were dressed in black, with black umbrellas in their hands, Zhao Yan stood at the edge of the crowd, Lou Wenhao and Ji Yichun stood next to him silently, Zhao Yan had no umbrella in his hand, and most of his body was wet, Lou Wenhao held an umbrella to help him block it, so that he would not continue to be drenched in the rain.

Zhao Yan's eyes kept looking at the black and white photo of Fan Long on the tombstone, and some rain was on his two long black eyebrows and eyelashes, making his eyes look more and more melancholy.

Lou Wenhao and Ji Yichun exchanged a look, and Lou Wenhao comforted in a low voice: "Ah Yan! Don't blame yourself! Ah Long's matter is no wonder to you, Ah Long is in Nanjing, you are in Xicheng, you can't have expected Ah Long's accident, fighting with the murderer is Ah Long's own choice! If we find the murderer in the future, we will help him take revenge! ā€

Ji Yichun also comforted: "Yes! Ah Yan! Maybe Aaron is living well in another world now! ā€

Compared with Zhao Yan, Lou Wenhao and Ji Yichun seemed calmer and less sad, because they had solved the mystery of reincarnation, remembered their original identities, and knew that Fan Long died here, but in fact, he was not really dead, he just returned to the original world.

After a few of them are completely in the time and space of Daming, they will also leave here, and they will be able to see "Fan Long" again.

Zhao Yan didn't speak, his eyes were still looking at Fan Long's tombstone, watching the relatives and friends of Fan Long's family step forward one by one to say their final goodbyes to Fan Long.

Everyone stepped forward in turn or offered a bouquet of flowers in front of Fan Long's tombstone, or stepped forward to bow, and after a long time, everyone finished their turns, and it was Zhao Yan, Lou Wenhao, and Ji Yichun.

"Ah Yan!"

Lou Wenhao reminded Zhao Yan, and the eyes of several people next to him also fell on Zhao Yan, Zhao Yan's eyes drooped slightly, stepped on the rain, took two steps forward, and walked out of the range of the fish umbrella, the rain line in the sky fell on his face and body, Lou Wenhao reacted and quickly followed to help Zhao Yan block the rain.

Zhao Yan didn't look at Fan Long's parents, uncle and others on both sides, walked to Fan Long's tombstone without saying a word, pursed his lips and bowed deeply, and saw Zhao Yan and Lou Wenhao stepping forward, Fan Long's mother was just wiping her tears, and suddenly cried again.

"Aaron! Aaron...... My poor child......"

Zhao Yan closed his eyes and stood in front of Fan Long's tombstone for two seconds, and then turned around and left without saying a word.

Lou Wenhao and Ji Yichun then bowed, and then quickened their pace to chase after Zhao Yan.

In the heavy rain, Zhao Yan, who was dressed in black, walked down the mountain alone, and his back looked lonely. (To be continued.) )