Zhang Youzhi sat on the spirit table with Erlang's legs crossed, and subconsciously grabbed a handful of tribute melon seeds.

Didn't catch it.

Unlike the performative funeral in the morning, the funeral in the afternoon was very few people, and there were no rumbling helicopters in the sky.

A handful of people are cleaning up the garbage left behind in the morning half.

A bunch of Western bands with big, small, long, short, and French horns leisurely rehearsing music in a meadow, up to this time they were still playing very soothingly, very elegant, and the whole venue was filled with a brisk atmosphere.

They were not the only ones playing the orchestra, and there were a few old men in sunglasses who were wiping their erhu, and the only one who seemed lonely was a man who was holding a suona in his hand and standing there unruly.

Zhang Youzhi is very comfortable to listen to, he likes this kind of low and melodious instrument, not only Western classical instruments, but also traditional instruments such as gourd silk.

It's that suona, he looked a little panicked, but unfortunately no one could hear him, and he couldn't make some deployment adjustments to his funeral, so he could only watch them do it.

Outside the courtyard, there are two container-converted food trucks, a chef wearing an apron and carrying a large spoon, and a Michelin chef wearing a high hat and holding a tray, looking like no one looks down on the other.

On the stage farther away, a group of horns were rehearsing and singing, and Zhang Youzhi watched it with relish, without realizing the seriousness of the matter at all.

Entrance at the funeral.

A doorman guards the door.

"Hello, please show me the invitation."

A woman led a little girl with a cat in her arms and handed over the black obituary.

There were not many people who came, even if you count the staff present, there were only twenty or thirty people.

However, there were many tables at the funeral venue, all of which were left over from the first half of the morning, and it is estimated that counting all the staff, it is more than enough to share a table for one person on average.

In Hermione's words:

"There aren't as many people as the table legs."

Zhang Youzhi's tombstone is very large, and a QR code is engraved on it, and from time to time, curious staff members come to scan this QR code.

Then they can see a folder in the background of the phone [Wonderful Replay Before Death]

There are 7 amazing videos inside

respectively.

[Zhang Youzhi manipulated Angela, and the diamond game advanced to the five kills of the Race Blood Limit. 】

[Zhang Youzhi and his friends played water drifting, and played 17 flying drifts. 】

[Zhang Youzhi held a branch in his hand, fought 7 vicious dogs alone and retreated. 】

[Zhang Youzhi was hit by a car, accidentally backflipped and landed in a chic manner, just a large number of passers-by saw it. 】

[Zhang Youzhi was on the basketball court, chatting with female classmates when he was catching the volley ball with one hand, and throwing an ultra-long shot with his hand! ] 】

[Zhang Youzhi was defrauded, and then used a voice changer to have an online relationship with the fraudster and defrauded back his property, and defrauded an extra 294 yuan. 】

[Zhang Youzhi held a dagger and single-handedly killed the underworld boss in the anti-gang and evil action. 】

……

Most of the seven videos are from a surveillance perspective, but after editing, they are all surprisingly exciting!

The staff waiting for the funeral to start scanned the QR code with each other and saw these seven wonderful videos, and they were full of praise.

Zhang Youzhi's soul floated to the back of a person, and he couldn't help but smile with satisfaction when he looked at the video inside.

Yes, these scenes are the pride of his life.

Bai Yujing's company didn't fool him, and actually made a small program for him to scan the QR code.

While Zhang Youzhi was reminiscing about his wonderful replay, the last person invited to the funeral finally came.

It's the bum.

It's just that at this time, he no longer has the same beard and thick hair as before, he has a clean haircut, a shaved beard, and is wearing a prison uniform, but he is wearing a police uniform jacket that covers the inner lining.

Hao Shanzhi, the apprentice of the homeless, accompanied him.

Hao Shanzhi saw the junior brother who was being held by the little girl, and couldn't help but want to go over and come back to the master.

Captain Woodman shook his head.

I saw the little gray cat jump off the little girl, leap at the feet of the homeless man, rub his trouser leg affectionately, and then turn around and run under the huge tombstone.

It climbed onto the spiritual table in front of the tombstone and meowed twice in the direction of Zhang Youzhi's phantom.

Zhang Youzhi said hello to the gray kitten.

Cats can always see things that people can't see, how normal.

A staff member tried to take the cat down, but Hermione stopped him.

At this moment, there was a sudden angry scolding.

I saw that Yang Donglin, who had just come back from the police station, was wearing only a white shirt, and a young man with a thief's eyebrows and rat eyes snapped his feet.

"Take it out for me, your kid is easy to change his nature, and he dares to steal things when he is here." After saying that, it was another kick.

Zhang Youzhi floated over curiously, it was actually the thief he knew when he was squatting.

Zhang Shuke took out a mobile phone from his pocket bitterly, Yang Donglin. Raise your phone and shout to see whose phone was lost.

A staff member shouted in confusion: "My phone is missing." ”

Yang Donglin threw away the mobile phone, and at the same time slapped the young man's head, and took out a pair of handcuffs from his skillful trouser pocket.

"Not? Why are you still handcuffed at a funeral?!" Zhang Shuke looked at the handcuffs in Yang Donglin's hands in disbelief, but he had already consciously put his hands together very consciously.

"Lao Tzu is a policeman."

After Yang Donglin said this sentence angrily, he restrained him and slapped Zhang Shuke in the head again.

The young man's tears were all beaten out, but fortunately, the farce passed quickly.

The funeral is about to begin.

Hermione held the microphone and looked at the people below a little nervously, she was still the first time she was the host.

Policemen, homeless people, thieves, students, little girls, bun shop proprietresses, lame cats, and little rich women make up Zhang Youzhi's only "relatives and friends." ”

It was a funeral attended only by strangers.

Now they were scattered and sat at different tables, and the homeless man and the apprentice occupied a table, looking at the direction of the tombstone and were silent,

Zhang Shuke was forced to occupy a table with Yang Donglin.

The proprietress of the bun shop took up a table with her daughter in her arms.

The lame cat leaf occupies the C position exclusively.

"Everybody's here." Hermione smiled at the crowd.

"For some special reasons, he doesn't have any friends, and the few people here are people he has met since he came to this city, so I made an idea for him and called you all over."

"You don't have to do anything deliberately, you just have to chat, watch the play, and listen to the music."

"I just don't want to be too lonely when he leaves."

That being said, the venue was still extremely empty, and the staff were standing solemnly in the distance.

Hermione's voice followed the sound of the river from far to near, and finally dissolved into waves.

Zhang Youzhi's soul quietly listened to Hermione telling his life, looking into the distance by himself, and his heart did not fluctuate.