Li Zhendong's departure made Zhao Wu understand a truth. The most beautiful words in the world are not actually I love you, but that your tumor is benign. It's ironic, it's hilarious, but it's practical.

"Li Zhendong, the founder of Zhendong Group, died of cancer, and the news was exposed to shake the entire business community, and they all regretted it and issued a memorial service..."

"In remembrance of awe, I wish Chairman Li of Zhendong Group a good journey...."

"Mr. Li Zhendong, chairman of Zhendong Group, passed away due to illness at 1:42 pm yesterday in the First Affiliated Hospital of our city at the age of 65..."

His departure completely shook the entire real estate industry and business circles, and the headlines of various business news media and business newspapers and magazines published and broadcast the news of Li Zhendong's death.

On the day of the memorial service, it was still raining and windy, and the temperature was cold and not at all like it was autumn, as if it had entered a cold winter.

The government, the business community, including the Hong Kong Foundation and all colleagues within the group, came in a huge number of people. As far as the eye can see, except for a black umbrella moving forward slowly, there is no spectacular scene of guests and crowds under the umbrella. The black umbrella held up, like a huge net, enveloped the entire land. Everyone saluted flowers and bowed in an orderly manner. The band next to it played mournful music, with bass trumpets, long horns, horns, cornets, and double basses playing in unison, arrogant and majestic, and the instruments flashed golden in the rain curtain.

At this time, the rain was still falling, and it was getting heavier and heavier. The depressing atmosphere, a choked cry, the photo of Li Zhendong in the black and white frame stood there, he was smiling faintly in the photo, smiling very kindly....

"Leaders, guests, relatives and friends. The tree wants to be quiet and the wind does not stop, and the son wants to be filial and does not wait. At 1:22 p.m. on March 29, 2017, Mr. Li Zhendong, his father-in-law, finished his bumpy and hard life, leaving his beloved daughter and relatives and friends forever. Today, it is with great sadness that we hold a farewell ceremony for his old man's family here to express our sorrows...... On behalf of my beloved wife Li Yun and the whole family, please allow me to express my most sincere gratitude to all the leaders, guests, relatives and friends who braved the rain to attend the memorial service today, and thank you for coming here in your busy schedule, joining us to say my final goodbye to my great father-in-law! ......”

After Zhao Wu finished speaking, he left the microphone, took a step to the right, and bowed deeply to tens of thousands of people. And Li Yun on the side was crying silently at this time, and the rain and tears were mixed together, and he couldn't tell what it was. But I can feel the despair of her life, the coldness of her heart that will never be seen again.

For Li Yun, his father's departure was as if a piece of heaven had collapsed above his head. The feeling of cruelty, helplessness, sadness and resentment made her whole brain begin to become confused, and her body began to lose weight. Tang Pan and Deng Fangfang were taking care of them carefully, and for a few days, Li Yun washed his face with tears every day, grief-stricken. Her eyes were swollen and red, and she had lost a lot of weight, which made her, who was already thin, look even more haggard.

"On behalf of the Standing Committee of the Provincial People's Congress, I would like to express my heartfelt condolences to Comrade Li Zhendong on his departure..."

"On behalf of the Provincial Department of Construction, I would like to express my deep remembrance to Comrade Li Zhendong's departure...."

"On behalf of the Municipal Party Committee and the Municipal Government, I would like to mourn the death of Mr. Li Zhendong and express my most sincere condolences to his family..."

"On behalf of the Henan General Chamber of Commerce, I would like to express my gratitude to Mr. Li Zhendong, Chairman of Zhendong Group..."

"On behalf of Mingda Group..."

"I represent the Jianyi Group..."

"On behalf of Yuehua Real Estate..."

"On behalf of the Federation of Hong Kong Charities Foundation..."

"On behalf of Zhendong Group and all employees..."

“......”

"Today, let us remember our deep sorrow and pay high tribute to this famous entrepreneur, Mr. Li Zhendong. May you reach where you want to go safely, and you will always live in our hearts. Mr. Li, go all the way..."

"A bow..."

"Bow again..."

"Three bows..."

"Bow again..."

As the host's voice landed, everyone took off their hats one by one to salute, with solemn expressions. There was a long queue outside the makeshift mourning hall, and everyone wanted to take one last look at Li Zhendong and bid him farewell. It took two and a half hours for the group to disperse.

Then, the host of the funeral rubbed his eyes, quickly returned to the role, and read the last memorial speech with deep affection, perhaps for him, this was just an ordinary funeral. We came in a hurry, and we left in a hurry. Tears are nothing but a reluctant goodbye, not the fear of death. The bleak music, the soulful recitation, and the sobbing sounds all around it are just right to bring this memorial service to the most mournful part. With the prompting of the funeral host, several strong men who helped carry the coffin were ready to lift the crystal coffin placed in the center of the mourning hall.

At this moment, Zhao Wu "poof.." He fell to his knees in the rain. He felt as if his heart had been brutally cut open by a blunt file, and grief flowed from the wound and scattered sorrow everywhere. Zhao Wu kowtowed a few times to Li Zhendong, who was sleeping forever. His head touched the ground, and the rain on the ground splashed and completely soaked his eyes. Maybe for him, this is the only way to comfort his soul....

On the night of the memorial service, Zhao Wu and Zheng Yu came to the 'Memories Bar' where the two often get together.

Zheng Yu, who has not been seen for a long time, is obviously much haggard than before, with slightly long stubble, skin has become darker, and he is dressed in a nondescript mountaineering outfit, which looks funny, but he can't laugh at all. Just like their original favorite soothing music, it really didn't ignite that stirring heart anymore.

"I didn't expect you to come back."

Zhao Wu picked up the full amount of whiskey in the cup, drank it all, with tears in his eyes, and said to Zheng Yu.

"Received your email and changed the ticket as soon as possible. I, I have to come back. ”

"Good brother...."

"I'll give you something."

"What is this?"

"I met Ling Wei at the old man's memorial service, she, let me give this to you."

"Heh, what age is this, still writing letters..."

Zhao Wu slowly took a folded letter paper and two keys from Zheng Yu's hand, one was from the villa, and the other was the MINI that Zhao Wu gave to Ling Wei when he proposed to her.

"Okay, I'll go to the bathroom, you slowly miss it first."

After Zheng Yu left, Zhao Wu was stunned, his eyes stayed on the letter paper in his hand, motionless. It seemed like half a century had passed before the letter was slowly unfolded......