At the beginning of the memorial service, we did not choose to wear a black suit, but adopted the black Tang suit of the East to bid farewell to Tang Xuan's life.

I was the only one in the venue who wore sunglasses, because I would cry, Tang Xuan was the one who talked to me the most, and he was also a zombie who often confided in me, for me, although he was not as long as the fat man and me, but after all, he was also my family.

I will attend this memorial service......

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