"I thought so too. These people on the Internet are always talking nonsense, and the fake can be made true for you. When I met her before, the little girl was very sensible and ingenious, not at all like what was uploaded on the Internet. Lin Jin thought for a moment and nodded self-affirmatively. You say yes! Lao Jiang. ”

Jiang Chao swallowed the rice in his mouth and responded vaguely: "En~En!" ”

Jiang Futing still noticed Jiang Chao's absent-minded eyes.

After dinner, Jiang Futing took the initiative to help clean up his things in the kitchen, and then was pushed out by Lin Jin, "You study so hard, you don't have to do so much housework, it's rare to come back, go back to the room to rest and relax." ”

"I'm fine." Jiang Futing said, ready to go in again, but was stopped outside by Lin Jin.

Lin Jin looked at his idle son and instructed, "You're fine, I'm fine!" I'm just doing this little work, what did you do for me! Your job is to get some rest! Go back! ”

Jiang Futing didn't fight anymore, and then he heard Lin Jin shouting familiarly in the kitchen: "Jiang Dynasty! After eating, I only know that I will go back to the house and cat, and I don't know how to come to the kitchen to communicate with me! ”

When Jiang Futing went upstairs, he saw Jiang Chao who was forced down with a helpless face, and when he passed by, he said lightly: "It's hard work." Then he pretended not to feel the hot gaze at the back of his head.

When he was at home, he basically went to bed at 11 o'clock, and half an hour before going to bed was reserved to watch the popular science series he was interested in on his phone.

As soon as Jiang Futing sat on the bed and turned on his mobile phone, he saw a push from Weibo.

Chen Jiannan really wants to win the giants!

Jiang Futing looked at his phone, hesitated for a moment, and finally clicked on the push.

The condemnation and criticism of Chen Jiannan on Weibo are in full swing, and the popularity even occupies the first place in the topic list, and it has remained high.

Jiang Futing quickly read the information and hurriedly swiped, basically about Chen Jiannan as a junior, and there were all kinds of photos that said that Chen Jiannan was drinking in a nightclub when he was 17 years old, and there were even some who concluded that he was a junior just by his back, and he was also supported by others.

There is an exaggeration that only threw a screenshot of the WeChat chat window and some documents that have no fairness, and judged that Chen Jianan's purpose in doing three was to grab the resources of the wealthy.

Every comment and subject on it looks indignant, but all the evidence on it can't withstand even one percent scrutiny.

If you look at these things carefully, you can know that they are fake, but no one really cares if they are real or not, they only believe what they want to see.

Jiang Futing re-registered a trumpet, and reminded him in the hot comments: Blogger, these photos are P.

It didn't take long for trolls to come in a flood of private messages to him.

Stupid.B, are you blind? If you don't have eyes, I'll contact you with an ophthalmologist?

I wish you an object like Chen Jiannan as soon as possible!

Chen Jianan's water army, don't wash it, you can't wash it in vain in this life.

Don't be blind on the Internet all day long, otherwise Dad will teach you to be a man again!

There were many more vicious words that were constantly directed at him

and his family were personally attacked.

Jiang Futing looked at these remarks, the look in his eyes was as cold as dozens of degrees below zero, almost freezing them through the screen, these people are like hungry wolves, they bite people when they catch them, it doesn't matter who you are, what do you say!

He dropped his trumpet and lay on the bed, his eyes staring at the ceiling.

His mood was a little heavy, and he couldn't sleep after tossing and turning, and the more incomprehensible it was to think that these people were obviously strangers, but they spoke ill of people who had nothing to do with them as if they had some deep hatred.

When he woke up and his mind was groggy, he flipped through his phone at 4 a.m.

Just wake up early to listen to some English listening.

Open the commonly used APP, plug in the headphones, and the result is that Weibo has a push again.

Chen Jiannan was found dead at home at 2 a.m.

The slender eyelashes couldn't help but tremble, and he clicked on the push again, obviously the person everyone was still discussing one second, and the next second he was completely gone.

Although it was 4 o'clock in the morning, the related popularity still rose rapidly, almost surpassing the previous Chen Jianan's topic to the top of the list.

When Jiang Futing withdrew from the topic and returned to the hot search interface, the top three topics were basically information related to Chen Jianan.

There was a heated discussion about her death, and these people were obviously executioners but they were pretending to be righteous and brave warriors, and they all felt that they had gotten rid of the demons and monsters.

From everyone's words, apart from excitement and celebration, he could not feel the sadness of these people for the deceased, not even basic respect.

Jiang Futing turned off his mobile phone, he was not in the mood to listen to his hearing, and in a depressed mood, he fell asleep again.

When he returned to school, along the way, many people on campus were also talking about Chen Jianan-related things. Everyone who knew about this was overjoyed by her death, and even in his class, Chen Jiannan was surrounded everywhere.

"I saw on the news last time that the evidence of her transfer of that rich man's property was caught, and she still refused to admit it!"

"I've seen this too, do you know what's the most disgusting, she's also with several men!"

"It's a godsend that she's suddenly dead! What a waste of resources to be alive! ”

Jiang Futing sat in his seat and glanced at them coldly, and the girls lowered their voices and continued to whisper.

Before the class bell rang, Jiang Futing's mobile phone suddenly vibrate.

It's from Lin Jin: Son, on Friday, Lao Jiang asked your head teacher for leave, and the people of the Chen family came to invite us to the funeral, don't forget! And how tall you are now, I'll order your clothes.

Jiang Futing quickly typed the word: Okay, 1.9 meters.

Lin Jin quickly replied: Son, aren't you 1.8 meters? You can't grow any longer! I won't be able to get a match for a long time.

Jiang Futing was speechless, put away his mobile phone, and the class bell rang just right.

There was no pressure of exams for only one week, everyone was not salty or light, only Chen Jianan's topic lasted for a whole week and did not subside.

On the day of Chen Jianan's funeral, the weather was gray and dripping

Ticking soft drizzle, the dark clouds above the head were like boulders weighing everyone's hearts, Jiang Futing began to follow his parents into the funeral home, and the heavy sadness tightly surrounded everyone's faces.

He turned his head, and there was a field of black umbrellas in the open air, and those people stood in a very neat line, all of whom were not qualified to attend the funeral directly, some were friends, some were remnant fans, and they had cleaned up the most solemn side of the funeral.

Lin Jin first took Jiang Futing and Jiang Chao to sign at the entrance and gave the money, and then each of them received a pure white chrysanthemum in their hands, this is a ritual that everyone has to live, when passing by Chen Jianan, they need to put the flowers in the ice coffin, missing, mourning.

Jiang Futing didn't say a word along the way, he silently observed, it turned out that even among the people who were invited, there were cold bystanders, who else except her parents would be really heartbroken.

He followed Lin Jin to the edge of the ice coffin, the woman in the ice coffin still had a refreshing face, she was taken makeup, except for not breathing, everything else was the same as usual, and even gave people the illusion that she was not actually dead.

When Jiang Futing put the chrysanthemum in his hand on her forehead, he inadvertently touched the end of her hair, he quickly withdrew his hand, but saw a faint black gas emanating from near Chen Jianan's head.

His eyes were so deep that he instinctively solemnized, because he was deeply impressed by what happened at school before, he paid more attention to it, and the result was nothing abnormal, so he slowly sat and waited elsewhere with his parents.

"Jiang Futing?" An uncertain sound of surprise suddenly sounded above his head, pulling him back from his wandering thoughts.

Jiang Futing raised his head and looked at the handsome boy in front of him, and frowned suspiciously: "Lin Ziqing." ”

"It's me! I'll you what eyes now! You won't forget about me, will you! Lin Ziqing naturally stretched out his hand to put it on Jiang Futing's shoulder, but Jiang Futing quietly avoided it.

"Nope." Jiang Futing didn't look directly at him and said embarrassedly.

"You're still the same as before, you don't like to talk." Lin Ziqing sat down directly next to him, looked at the sobbing crowd in the distance, and sighed.

"Not so familiar." Jiang Futing still said lightly, his eyes still stayed on the ice coffin.

Lin Ziqing suddenly had a frustrated and heartbroken expression, thinking that he was looking at Chen Jianan's corpse, "She is indeed quite charming." ”

Jiang Futing looked at him with a strange expression.

Lin Ziqing knew that he had misunderstood something, and hurriedly waved his hand and explained desperately: "I mean when she was alive!" ”

Jiang Futing ignored him, still staring in the direction over there, and there were more and more people mourning, some people were really crying and some were crying, he suddenly spoke: "Do you believe her?" ”

Lin Ziqing was stunned for a moment before he reacted to what he said, and thought for a while: "It doesn't matter if it's true or not, living is like purgatory, and dying at this time is liberation." ”

Jiang Futing didn't say anything more and continued to lock in front, and after a while, Lin Jin ran over, noticed the people next to Jiang Futing, and said in surprise: "Lin Ziqing? ”

woods

Qing smiled sweetly: "Auntie is me." ”

Lin Jin looked him up and down, and admired him: "It's so fast!" It's all grown so tall! But don't be too high, or you won't find a girlfriend like my son in the future. ”

"Auntie! He's just right now, handsome, I guess the people chasing him will have to line up a few streets! Lin Ziqing teased heartily.

Jiang Futing looked at the woman in front of him speechlessly in front of outsiders, and glared helplessly, Lin Jin just didn't know, and continued to greet Lin Ziqing.

Jiang Chao, who was not far away, urged them again.

It's time for the funeral.

Although Chen Jianan's reputation is not particularly good, her parents' funeral for her is still very grand, sprinkled with a long list of luxury car fleets. All the brilliance that she had not felt in front of her was vividly arranged after death, but unfortunately she could not feel it.

All of this was ironic in the past, as he had seen before, that unfilial sons and daughters were reluctant to pay for their parents' treatment, but after their parents died, they proved to the world how filial they were.

(End of chapter)