Ning Zhiyuan's grave is located high in the cemetery. From that location, you can see all the graves.

The huge coffin was slowly lowered into the deep grave pit.

Xia Chenghao coldly watched as the priest stood in front of the grave and read the prayer.

"Man is born of a woman, and his short life is full of restlessness, like a flower that opens and withers, and flees like a shadow, and the wind no longer knows where he is......"

"Ning Zhiyuan. He is a warrior of the Ning family, he has devoted his life to bringing dignity and happiness to his fellow family members, in the journey of life, Ning Zhiyuan has selflessly and fearlessly loved his family, and his bravery and wisdom have always inspired these children. He loves his career and loves his family. If any of us need him, he will help us in any way he can. ”

The pastor spoke for a long time.

Ning Xiaona's face looked like a mask, a mask without flesh and blood, and Deng Zhengming reached out to help her.

"That pastor doesn't know how much money he received from the Ning family, or hundreds of people are scared out of the way with guns hidden under their clothes, this prayer is complete nonsense." Fang Yaoqiang said with a grin.

Then someone finally lowered the coffin down the tomb with a rope.

The pastor said a few nonsense words to Mrs. Ning Zhiyuan, and then handed her a small shovel.

The old lady bent down hard and scooped up a little wet soil and threw it in, landing on Ning Zhiyuan's coffin.

Then the shovel was passed to the people who came to the funeral one by one. They all threw soil on the coffin, as well as many flowers, and then shook hands with Mrs. Ning Zhiyuan, Ning Xiaona, and Deng Zhengming one by one.

Ning Xiaona, who is pictured, began to throw the bouquet of flowers in her hand down from the tomb, and then stood aside with her mother in her arms. Then other important family members took turns walking up and dropping the bouquets.

A black marble tombstone was transported.

Then Ning Xiaona said a few words to the people on the side. Two strong men in black walked up. Block the camera with your hand.

The black picture turned back to the studio, and the host said apologetically, "I'm sorry! We were kicked out by the host so couldn't get to see the final scene. ”

Fang Yaoqiang sighed regretfully and turned off the screen.

"That's it?." Xia Chenghao asked coldly, "You called me out of the desert, that's it?" ”

"Of course it's more than that." Fang Yaoqiang said with a grin, "But it has something to do with this matter. ”

"Someone's still sitting unsteadily, is there?" Xia Chenghao asked casually. He certainly didn't need an answer.

The killing of a Green Battalion leader will never end there. If one faction gets permission from the Executive Committee to kill a certain leader, the opposition or the leaders who are loyal to the dead will inevitably seek to surrender or get rid of them.

There will always be winners and losers, and sometimes it can take years to decide the winner and stop killing each other.

"You're so smart! It's not smart enough though, because you shouldn't have asked in the first place. Fang Yaoqiang said with a sigh.

Through the three-story glass window, Xia Chenghao looked far above the mountain peaks of the island, where the dark clouds began to accumulate again, and there would be a dripping rain in the afternoon.

The sun is still shining. It's noon in Nieppe. It was the early hours of the Sunday morning in Kundu and Baogang, and the same planet had different scenes.

How many people on the planet Grims were buried in the ground at this moment. And how many people lost their lives at this moment.

"What are you thinking?" Fang Yaoqiang pretended to ask casually, he had been staring at the young man for a long time, pondering his thoughts was now a pleasure for him.

"The stuff here is really hard to eat, don't be here next time." Xia Chenghao replied lightly.

"It's hard to eat, but here you can see the whole city here. If you stay longer, you can also enjoy the view at sunset. Fang Yaoqiang also learned from Xia Chenghao's tone and explained lightly, "Except here, no one in this city can see these views anymore, because those poor fools don't stand tall enough. ”

Xia Chenghao didn't answer, just looked out the window indifferently, the green sea and blue sky in the distance.

Xia Chenghao walks out through the skybridge connecting the 501 Future Tower to the CBD, a skywalk that often hosts free art exhibitions, and is now flanked by frames that range from rushing pedestrians who disdain the paintings on both sides to leisurely sightseers.

Looking out from the glass wall next to the frame, the steel columns and silver aluminum-paneled exterior walls of the 501 Future Tower look particularly dazzling after the rain washes them.

Xia Chenghao stopped at the edge of a painting, his eyes stopped on it, the picture shows a person with an unclear face standing on a towering spire, with his arms outstretched, the wind blowing, his long hair and the corners of his clothes dancing in the wind, the dark clouds above the picture are covered with a haze, but there is a ray of sunlight shining through the middle on the person's face, a golden splendor.

Xia Chenghao stared at the painting closely, and there was a feeling of déjà vu, as if he was looking at another self from the clouds, but the hair was extraordinarily long.

"What a grand aura." A gentle and honest voice sounded from behind Xia Chenghao, "The concise brushstrokes and the sense of mystery directly bring people into the contemplation of fate." ”

Xia Chenghao turned his head to look at the person who spoke, a white-haired middle-aged man was looking at him and smiling, tall and straight, not fat or thin, wearing a casual checkered shirt and a pair of casual shoes on his feet, about fifty-two years old.

"Wendell." The middle-aged man stretched out his hand, which already had some age spots on his hand, and saw that he was at least sixty years old.

"Hello." Xia Chenghao gently shook Wendell's outstretched hand, he didn't say his name, this was unnecessary, and the handshake was only out of politeness, because if he flatly refused on such an occasion, it would attract the attention of the other party.

Wendell seemed a little surprised that Xia Chenghao didn't sign up for his surname, but he immediately came back to his senses and said to the young man, "It seems that you appreciate it very much." ”

Xia Chenghao looked at the painting on the side and did not speak.

"True art is supposed to shake people's hearts, and this painting is not pleasing enough, but it is very shocking." Wendell shook his head and said, "What the author wants to show is a critique of selfish human beings, and birth to death is a life process that life must go through, and no one can escape it." ”

He slowly spoke out his understanding of the painting.

Xia Chenghao looked indifferently at Wendell, who was intoxicated by the wonderful painting.

"But human beings have always thought that Planet Grims is self-centered, and in the process of human growth, they only see themselves and ignore everything. They stood at the top of the peaks, trampled everything under their feet, and when they looked up at the sky, they realized that the dark clouds could pierce us. There seems to be hope on the planet Gris, and he thinks humanity is illuminated. (To be continued.) )