At this moment, Mei Chaotian found out if he hadn't kept up with the pace of society, otherwise how could he be so surprised by the current scene!

Oh my God, Brother Hu, who has been single for ten thousand years, has already found his other half!

And Su Tianyin and Hu Tianyuan didn't care about Mei Chaotian, who was messy in the wind, and chatted by themselves.

"Who is he?"

"An actor, Mei Chaotian······ How? Do you care about him? ”

"How is it possible, I just think that person is a little funny."

"Oh."

"Are you jealous?"

"Nope."

"Okay, you're not jealous."

“······”

When the two of them arrived at Han Lin's place by car, Fan Xiaolin, Su Qianqing, Zhou Yili, and the three of them were already standing at the door. In addition to the three, there was a coffin, and a large truck, and six tall and thin men.

"You're here." Fan Xiaolin saw the two of them coming, nodded slightly, then withdrew her gaze and looked at Han Li in the coffin, her face full of sadness.

"Mom, sister." Su Tianyin's face sank, and he walked up quickly. Hu Tianyuan also followed.

"This may be the last look." Fan Xiaolin looked at Han Lin, who was lying quietly in the small square 'house', and her eyes were full of nostalgia. If it weren't for this kind of opportunity, she probably wouldn't have looked at her seriously like she had done recently.

She really hasn't been with her mother for a long time.

Several people were speechless one after another, silently standing beside Han Lin, lowering their heads, and bidding farewell to Han Lin for the last time in a silent way.

They knew that this was just like what Fan Xiaolin said, this would be the last look, and there would be no Han Lin in the world after that.

"Nail it." It took about ten minutes before Fan Xiaolin spoke.

The six men who had been waiting next to him secretly breathed a sigh of relief when they heard this, and quickly grabbed the tools and nailed the nails one by one.

Zhou Yili naturally stretched out his hand to cover Su Qianqing's eyes and hugged Su Qianqing into his arms, otherwise Su Qianqing would have watched this scene.

Hu Tianyuan naturally stepped forward and stood beside Su Tianyin, reached out and clasped Su Tianyin's hand, and looked at Su Tianyin worriedly.

Fan Xiaolin took the movements of Hu Tianyuan and Zhou Yili into her eyes, and a faint smile hooked up at the corner of her mouth, which can be regarded as a trace of treatment in all kinds of sadness.

Fan Xiaolin looked at Su Qianqing who was nestled in Zhou Yili's arms, and smiled lightly, but there was a ghost in her eyes.

It's time for it to be over, it's long time before the dust settles.

"Let's go, let's see her off for the last time." Fan Xiaolin retracted all her thoughts and spoke calmly.

A few people went directly to Qinggang Park by car, and the six people were the first to arrive at Qinggang Park. After Fan Xiaolin and the others arrived, after the burial was confirmed, the coffin was put down steadily, and then the soil was buried spoonful by spoonful.

For half an hour of dead silence, no one said a word. Everyone watched this scene silently.

When the six of them set up the monument, they had just driven away, and the pitch-black sky suddenly rose into a line-shaped fireworks, which quickly bloomed in the air.

White, red, yellow, fireworks of various colors quickly filled the entire sky.

In the early morning, October 1st, National Day, is a festival that everyone is happy about.

It's just that happiness isn't for them.

"It's a great irony." Fan Xiaolin muttered.

The day the world celebrates together, but it is the day when their loved ones are gone.

"Let's go back, it's not too early." Fan Xiaolin gathered all her thoughts, turned her head to look at the two pairs behind her, and the serious expression on her face eased slightly.

"Let's go back together, it's getting late. It's easy to catch a cold, don't catch a cold. Su Qianqing, who had been silent, suddenly spoke.