On October 20th, it was still rainy, today is Qin An's funeral, no newspapers, no money, no public sacrifice, the next day funeral, everything is simple.

Qin An is a native of Luoyang, born in the sixties in the old industrial area, so the funeral was held in Luoyang, and the fallen leaves returned to their roots.

Large and small wreaths were placed inside and outside the mourning hall, and the names of Zhao Jianzhong, Su Ling and others were impressively listed.

In the funeral parlor's mourning hall, Chiprian Polombescu's violin "Ballade" is playing on a loop. The crowd wearing corsages deliberately kept their volume up and down when they talked to each other.

On the white table were lanterns, incense burners and a few old Romanian film reels that were not very popular.

The old man in the old tunic personally greeted every guest who came to mourn, and talked kindly. When many people saw this old man with gray temples for the first time, they couldn't believe that this was the fierce and famous Candle Jiuyin.

Li Yan and his entourage also came to mourn for Qin An, and after taking a look at Candle Jiuyin, the three of them saluted the statue, and then were led by An Jing and arranged to sit in the corner.

"Your flowers."

An Jing handed a white corsage to Danniang.

More than two seats, as well as the representatives of the Yan Zhao Association who have reserve qualifications, do not need to wear corsages in advance, these people are often the best in the Yan Zhao Society, whether there is nepotism or not, their personal hard power must be very strong, and there is no doubt that they will occupy an important position in the Yan Zhao Society. There is no need to participate in the scramble.

An Jing smiled at Li Yan and Cha Xiaodao: "The last time we met at the shooting range, you should still remember." ”

"Of course, Miss Anjing."

"You can call me by my name."

Li Yan bowed his head lightly, and his demeanor was more restrained.

Some of these people present had a relationship with him, such as Zhao Jianzhong, Zhan Yuejin, Ji Wenji, some of whom he had dealt with, but had never met, and he had to rely on An Jing's guidance to recognize him, such as Su Ling and Houtu.

There was no bitter master at the funeral, and Yan Zhaohui was solely responsible for the funeral, and everyone present was Yan Fu walking without exception.

The people who serve as the bars, deacons, and male and female escorts are even relatively strong agents, and there is no shortage of second-seat representatives at the level of six divisions.

"You sit down first, and I'll greet the other guests."

After saying that, An Jing walked away.

In the midst of mourning, groups of guests look at the people with mixed eyes, some smirk at each other, some anxiously exploring their old friends or partners, and some bowing their heads in their seats. Most of them were of course old faces at Yan Zhaohui, but the number of newcomers still exceeded many people's expectations, and no one cried at the funeral, but it was terrifyingly depressed.

Cha Xiaodao sniffed and slammed Li Yan's arm: "I'll go out and smoke a cigarette." ”

Li Yan nodded, Cha Xiaodao got up and left, and Li Yan's eyes unconsciously swept over the crowd.

To be honest, Qin An's funeral was much more simple than Li Yan imagined. The storm was only in Yan Fu's circle, and except for a few large-scale accidents that had no head or tail to Luoyang, it almost did not cause any chain reaction.

One of the reasons is that Qin An has traveled to Daqian Yanfu for a long time, and the high-ranking deputies who were buried with him are a group of people with loose and free personalities, many of whom have not even returned for several years, and have long been included in the missing persons.

What's more, it is the result of deliberate suppression by the top management of Yan Zhaohui.

"Huh?"

Li Yan's eyes froze, and he saw a familiar man and woman.

"Mr. Qin is a very remarkable person, you know when you see him, he shouldn't just die like this."

Yang Yan's palms shook to the rhythm of the violin, he stared at the ever-bright lamp not far away, and said to Bai Xiao beside him.

"Say it, don't think about making trouble."

Bai Xiao glanced at Yang Yan.

Yang Yan smiled: "I won't." ”

Suddenly, he felt Li Yan's gaze, and Li Yan looked at each other, and after a while, the two looked at each other and smiled, and they looked away in unison.

The music of the "Ballade" is as sad as a rain and a wind.

Candle Jiuyin sat beside Zhao Jianzhong, and scratched his reddened eyes with his rough palm: "It's almost time for people to come." ”

Zhao Jianzhong didn't answer, listened carefully to the music, and nodded for a long time: "Xiao An's affairs will be taken care of by you, I am very relieved." ”

"I should do it."

Zhao Jianzhong suddenly frowned, and said to Candle Jiuyin with a forced smile: "Aren't we, it's too big, and we invited too many miscellaneous people?" ”

"When a person dies, there is no reason not to let people mourn."

Both old men bowed their heads.

The arrogant insect walked over quickly: "It's almost time, Mr. Zhuo, this is a eulogy." ”

He handed the eulogy he had prepared in advance to Candle Jiuyin.

"No, you don't." Candle Jiuyin pushed away the hand of the arrogant insect and was just about to go out. was stopped by Zhao Jianzhong.

"Jiuyin, be restrained."

Candle Jiuyin glanced at Zhao Jianzhong, and then picked up the eulogy in An Jing's hand.

He walked to the stage amid the complicated gaze of everyone and glanced down at the eulogy in his hand.

"Today, with a heavy heart, we deeply mourn ......"

Halfway through speaking, Candle Jiuyin's throat seemed to be blocked by something, and the violin music stopped at the right time.

After a few seconds of coldness, everyone realized that without the cover of the violin, the atmosphere of the funeral was so strange and embarrassing.

Candle Jiuyin continued: "Deeply mourn my good friend, Qin An. Qin An and I have been good friends and brothers for decades. But not long ago, he was killed. ”

The old man's words changed abruptly: "No matter who did it, I will definitely investigate it thoroughly, and I will never let him go." ”

After that, he stepped off the stage, and the eulogy on two pieces of paper came to an abrupt end.

Long.

Alone, at the funeral, untimely applause rang out.

This is a dark-skinned woman sitting in the front row with a scar on her eye.

The second applauded Yang Yan, his face was flat.

There was a sparse round of applause, and there were probably only a few dozen people, most of whom came to the funeral early, and they were not scratching their ears and cheeks like the others, looking left and right. Instead, he sat quietly in place from beginning to end, without saying a word.

At this moment, these people applauded after Candle Jiuyin's short eulogy, which lasted for more than ten seconds.

The funeral scene of hundreds of people became more and more silent, everyone's faces were different, Su Ling's face was expressionless, Zhan Yuejin closed his eyelids tremblingly, and Zhao Jianzhong sighed softly: "Go on." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, a loud explosion came from outside the mourning hall.

Everyone was stunned in disbelief at first, and then an irresistible, torrential malice and anger instantly overwhelmed everyone present.

Perhaps it was an illusion, Candle Jiuyin added a lot of wrinkles and gray hair, and he stood up sluggishly, and no one could move with the malice of the black pressure on the ground.

Zhao Jianzhong, Su Ling, Zhan Yuejin, Houtu, and Fearless Sanzang slowly got up with gloomy faces.

Whoever it was, for whatever reason, would have the consequence of disrupting this funeral in the face of the anger of almost the entire Yan Zhao Society.

The door was opened, blood was everywhere in front of the door, and a representative in charge of welcoming the guests had a bloody hole in his chest, and he was vomiting blood in a big gulp.

Cha's knife was propping up his body, and his neck was also cut by an unknown object, and the blood was pouring out.

There was a bloodstained man crawling at the door, one of his right legs was ripped off, supporting this body to kowtow to the funeral home, kowtowing miserably while crying miserably.