Shen Tong walked back to the living room, and he saw Li Zhi standing at the door. Li Zhi's face was calm and calm, and Shen Tong suddenly thought of a very terrible thing. How to respond to what the text said, this funeral may have been arranged. Maybe he and Li Rui have been planted with countless people loyal to He Yingwen, so Shen Tong felt a chill down his spine, and the last piece of missing information in his thinking just now was added, how did He Yingwen know what he wanted. If the people around him are not credible, then it is difficult for He Yingwen not to know Shen Tong's thoughts. Without the asymmetry of information, the game is already lost before it starts.

Under the leadership of Li Zhi, Shen Tong came to the next room. Li Rui was still in a breakdown, and although he had regained consciousness, he curled himself up on the ground, leaning against the wall, tears and snot on his face mixed together. His arms clasped tightly around his knees. Li Zhi couldn't say whether he was indifferent or smug looking, his face was always indifferent and calm. When Shen Tong saw Li Rui, he immediately walked over and hugged Li Rui in his arms. He stroked Li Rui's head, as if he was caressing Meiya. whispered comforting words in Li Rui's ear.

Li Rui gradually let go of the arm holding his knee and hugged Shen Tong tightly. It's like grasping at the last straw that floats when you are drowning. Shen Tong comforted Li Rui like that, shaking, patting, kissing his forehead from time to time, and muttering in his ear from time to time. Finally, five minutes before the opening of the memorial ceremony, Li Rui's mood barely regained calm.

Shen Tong used a tissue to help wipe away the remaining tears and snot on Li Rui's face, and rearranged the bow tie for him, making sure that in the eyes of outsiders, he was just crying because of sadness. Then, Li Rui walked downstairs with the support of Shen Tong, walked to the square, and returned to Mrs. Lin's side. l His tear stains and crying red eyes became the best expression of emotion, and even Mrs. Lin seemed to be touched, and her eyes became red.

The ceremony was solemn and solemn, and the gloomy weather seemed to render a sad atmosphere for the moment. The pastor's eulogy was moving, and he proclaimed and spoke with great emotion.

Shen Tong saw the woman in the red veil hat again, she was sitting behind He Yingwen, and her fingers wearing gauze gloves occasionally wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes. Li Rui's mood was calm, but the sadness in his eyes could not be dissipated for a long time. Mei Ya kept holding Mrs. Lin's arm, and she was worried that Mrs. Lin would have another emotional breakdown. However, Mrs. Lin was calm and calm except for a faint sadness. Shen Tong wanted to find Li Zhi's location, but he didn't see him in the rows of seats under the black canopy. Zheng Ju still had tears in the corners of his eyes, and Zheng Qiao wiped it again and again with a tissue, but it seemed that he could never wipe it off. Zheng Ju seemed to be annoyed, he blocked Zheng Qiao's hand with his hand, Zheng Qiao looked at Zheng Ju's resolute and sad side face worriedly, and then looked at the woman in the red veil hat a few seats away. He Yingwen sat in the middle of them, his eyes as if he was saying a final goodbye to his old friend. Fan Dan, who was sitting next to him, had a cold face on his face, as if he was only concerned about the departure of her friend who was also a teacher and friend, and she did not listen to the pastor's eulogy, but was engrossed in playing with her mobile phone. Ma Gang sat not far away, wiping the sweat beads on his forehead with a handkerchief, and the tears in his eyes couldn't stop rolling. Koo was not seated under the canopy at all, he sat in a corner far back, a little annoyed and impatient. The young and beautiful faces had found their prey, sitting alone or in groups beside some middle-aged man, attracting the attention of the man next to them with their pitiful and excessively open collars. Yang Qingran stood outside the crowd, and she swept over her girls and stayed on the back of Shen Tong in the front row.

Our Father in Heaven. The kingdom, the authority, and the glory are yours forever. Amen.

The burial site is on the hill behind the manor, where there is a small cemetery, and in the cemetery there are sparsely erected tombstones, on which the life of the owner of the tomb is engraved. Shen Tong roughly counted them, and there were about a dozen. Judging from the above biography, it seems that they are all the former owners or family members of this manor. He was buried here in the will of Li Rui's stepfather, and only his closest friends and family came to this cemetery. Most of the guests were already on their way down the mountain, on their way to disperse. Of course, there are some people who want to spend the night at the manor, and most of them have already found a room to stay with their new partner.

The coffin containing the body of Li Rui's stepfather was carried on the shoulders of eight young men and sent into the pit with heavy steps in the manor. Carrying the front on the left is Li Rui, and on the right is Li Zhi. The pastor prayed his last prayer, and relatives and friends gathered around the pit and offered their last bouquet of flowers to the coffin in the pit. The cover was covered with a spade. Some people wept quietly, and some people wept silently.

As the stone slab was slowly covered, the whole funeral was over. The people in the cemetery returned to the car one after another.

Shen Tong sent Li Rui to a separate car, Li Rui held Shen Tong's hand, and repeatedly confirmed that he would not leave in the afternoon, so he closed the car door with confidence. Shen Tong sent Meiya and Mrs. Lin into a car again. Mrs. Lin insisted that Zheng Ju and her have a car, and Zheng Ju shirked it, but he never tried to beat Mrs. Lin. Because of the seat limit, Zheng Qiao was not able to be in the same car as Zheng Ju. So, Shen Tong was finally able to stay alone with the girl he had been staring at all morning for a while.

"Qiaoqiao, I didn't misremember your name." Shen Tong asked the girl in front of him.

"Yes, my name is Zheng Qiao." Zheng Qiao replied very politely.

"I heard from your father in the morning that you graduated this year, do you have a good place to do an internship?"

"I was looking for it, I submitted my resume, and I had received the offe in the morning

。 Zheng Qiao smiled, very sweet.

"Okay." Thinking of no other topics, Shen Tong looked at the road of the car, and almost said to himself, "Wait a minute, the car is coming soon." ”

"Hmm. You are, Mr. Shen, right? ”

"Yes, Shen Tong." Shen Tong turned his head and looked at Zheng Qiao.

"Let's exchange contact information, the marketing teacher taught us to use every opportunity we can to expand our high-value network."

"Haha!" Shen Tong laughed from the bottom of his heart, so they added each other's friends.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Shen. I have a hunch that this will never be the last time we will see each other, on the contrary, I feel that we will see each other for a much, much time. Zheng Qiao put his hands behind his back and tilted his head. This is an action that Miya often did when she was young.

"Then I think I have to be cautious, what a pretty girl says will cost the men."

"I'm not a pretty girl."

"Then I don't think 99% of women today are pretty."

"Mr. Shen, is this how you usually make girls happy?"

"Do I seem to have the time and energy to care about other people's thoughts? I'm serious. ”

"Well, then I'll be complimenting you."

"It's not just a boast, it's a compliment from the heart."

"If it's too sweet, it's tired, and if it's tired, it's oily, Mr. Shen."

Shen Tong smiled and closed his mouth.