As the night darkened, the study in the Chen family's compound was lit up.

Chen Xiurui was dressed in a military uniform and sat at his desk, but instead of processing documents as usual, he looked at a group photo on the desk, stunned.

In the photo are three young people.

They stood on the tower, full of spirit and fighting spirit.

It was a photo of him with Tian Fu and Zhao Tuzhi when he was young.

"Ding—"

Suddenly, the phone rings, breaking the silence of the study.

Chen Xiurui was awakened, picked up the private mobile phone on the table, and found that it was Chen Ye's call, his originally dull eyes instantly burst into brilliance, and he connected the phone at the same time.

"Ono, where are you?"

"Grandpa, I'm in Heaven, in Grandpa Tian's residence."

Chen Ye spoke slowly.

Although he already knew that he was Zhao Tuzhi's grandson, his title of Chen Xiurui did not change, and he did not add the word Chen in front of the word grandfather.

"Is it true that the vigil said you weren't hurt?"

Chen Xiurui asked with concern.

From last night to this morning, he wanted to call Chen Ye, but before he could call Chen Ye, he received a call from the town vigil and learned about Chen Ye's situation.

For this reason, he gave up the idea of calling Chen Ye.

Because, he knew that the death of the old man in the sky made Chen Ye very sad, and he didn't know how to comfort Chen Ye.

He also didn't know if he should tell Chen Ye the truth.

"Grandpa, I'm not hurt."

Chen Ye first responded to Chen Xiurui, and then said the purpose of the call,

"Grandpa Tian left me a letter in which he said something and I want to confirm it with you."

Hearing Chen Ye's words, Chen Xiurui was first startled, and then relieved.

What should come will come.

This truth is to be told to Chen Ye after all.

He fixed his mind and said:

"Ono, you ask. I'll tell you what I know. ”

"Grandpa Tian ...... in the letter"

"Ono, these things that your heavenly grandfather said are true."

"Got it, grandpa, you get off early."

After Chen Ye was confirmed, he hung up the phone with a complicated mind.

Although he knew that it was impossible to deceive him with the letter left by the old man of the Heavenly Burial, he still had some difficulty accepting the fact that he was Zhao Tuzhi's grandson.

Because, he has no good impression of the Zhao family, or even Zhao Tuzhi himself!

Chen Xiurui's eyes were red.

Even if Chen Ye knew his true life experience, he still called Chen Xiurui his grandfather, which made Chen Xiurui moved and guilty!

Immediately, Chen Xiurui adjusted his mood, calmed down, and then dialed a phone call and got straight to the point:

Ono just gave me a call. The celestial burial left him a letter telling him about the events of that year. He called me to ask for confirmation, and I told him the truth. ”

Silent.

Zhao Tuzhi, who was in the small courtyard of the red wall compound, heard Chen Xiurui's words, his pupils dilated slightly, but he did not speak.

The silence lasted for half a minute.

Half a minute later, Chen Xiurui saw that Zhao Tuzhi didn't mean to speak, so he continued to ask:

"Do you want to go to the memorial service of the celestial burial?"

"Do you think I can go?"

Zhao Tuzhi asked rhetorically in a low tone.

"I'll go!"

Chen Xiurui answered the question, and then hung up the phone directly.

Zhao Tuzhi put down his mobile phone, got up and walked to the window of the study, and stood with his hands in his hands.

He quietly looked at the crooked-necked tree outside the window, and the scene of three young people together kept coming to his mind.

Memories, very lively.

Small courtyard, very quiet.

A lonely shadow is reflected on the floor of the study.

Two days later.

The memorial service for the elderly buried in heaven was held in the small courtyard in front of the office building of the heavenly prison.

The small courtyard in front of the office building was temporarily converted into a memorial service for the elderly buried in the sky.

The memorial service was not formal and solemn enough, there was no body of the old man buried in the sky, only a posthumous portrait, which was very simple.

It's like a simple life of an old man buried in the sky.

The memorial service began at nine o'clock, but the guests began at seven o'clock, and began to arrive one after another.

The two of Huangfu and Tianqiong, dressed in linen and filial piety, greeted guests from all sides.

At eight o'clock, the town vigil brought the elders of the Shouxia organization, the heads of the major martial arts forces, and the heads of the martial arts families to the memorial service, and bowed apologetically and reproachfully to the statue of the old man buried in the sky.

"Forgetfulness, Xiaotian, sorry, mourning."

After the bow, the town vigil shook hands with Huangfu and Tianqiong respectively, first apologized, and then comforted.

apologized because, after the news of the death of the old man in the sky was reported, he and the Shouxia organization did not avenge and seek justice for the old man in the sky because of Zhao Tuzhi's order.

The emperor forgot his feelings and bowed to Tianqiong in thanks, but did not say anything.

Because, they also know that as the head of the summer vigil organization, many times they can't help themselves.

Then, the major elders of the Shouxia Organization and the helmsmen of the major martial arts forces said the same thing to the two of Huangfu Wangqing and Tianqiong as the town vigil.

After doing all this, they stood aside, and then looked around, but they didn't find Chen Ye's figure.

This made them a little confused.

Why wasn't Chen Ye at the memorial service?

At this moment, a prison guard came over and reported to the emperor:

"Second master, there are thousands of warriors from outside the Heavenly Prison, they bring flowers, saying that they are here to see off the big boss, there is a long queue, do you want to verify their identities?"

"No, you don't."

The emperor shook his head in disgust.

In her opinion, today, all the most powerful martial artists in the martial arts world of the Xia Kingdom are gathered here, and no one will dare to take the opportunity to make trouble.

Those warriors who came came spontaneously came to see off the old man of the heavenly burial, and if their identities were verified, it would be a disservice.

Meanwhile.

A car with a military license plate slowly drove towards the office building of the Heavenly Prison.

"Heavenly burial, although your martial arts strength has not been the first in the world, your character has achieved the first in the martial arts world of the Xia Kingdom. Thousands of people spontaneously came to see you off, and I envy you. ”

Chen Xiurui looked at the long send-off procession and said secretly in his heart.

Then, the car stopped in the parking lot in front of the Tianjiao office building, and Chen Xiurui came to the memorial service under the guidance of a prison guard.

At the scene of the memorial service, the town vigil and others were a little surprised when they saw Chen Xiurui.

They didn't expect that Chen Xiurui would come to attend the memorial service for the old man buried in the sky, and he would come so early.

Chen Xiurui walked straight to the front, staring at the remains of the heavenly burial, thinking back to the days when he was young and buried with the heavenly burial, his eyes were slightly red, and he bowed three times in a complicated mood.

"Condolences."

Then, Chen Xiurui shook hands with Tianqiong and Huangfu successively to comfort him.

With all that done, he stood beside the town watch.

Subsequently, the head of the Heavenly Prison Administration arrived belatedly.

After he saw Chen Xiurui and Zhen Vigil, he wanted to come over to say hello first, but after finding that the two of them had gloomy expressions, he realized that something was wrong, and quickly stopped his actions and stepped forward to bow to the portrait of the old man buried in the sky.

"Second master, all the guests who attended the memorial service have arrived, is the memorial service going to start?"

When the person in charge of the Heavenly Prison Department walked into the crowd, a prison guard asked the Emperor again.

"Let's get started."

Huangfu nodded slightly, and then motioned to Tianqiong to come to the stage and preside over the memorial service.

"Forgetfulness, what about Ono?"

At this moment, the town vigil couldn't help but ask.

In a flash.

Including Chen Xiurui, everyone's eyes were focused on Huangfu's forgetful body, and their eyes were full of curiosity.

"Town chief, Ono is not here today."

Huangfu replied calmly with a faceless face.

As her words fell, there was a small commotion at the memorial service.

The faces of the crowd were more or less shocked.

They all know that the old man of the heavenly burial loves Chen Ye as a child of the heavenly prison and even his own grandson, and has come forward to help Chen Ye many times, and Chen Ye should come to attend the memorial service of the old man of the heavenly burial!

"Thank you for ......"

Immediately, without waiting for everyone to come back to their senses from their surprise, Tianqiong walked up to the stage, first thanking him, and then recalling and telling the simple but extraordinary life of the old man buried in the sky.

Ten minutes later, the sound of the sky dome stopped abruptly.

Mourning music rang out at the memorial service.

"Grandpa Tian, go all the way!"

In the Heavenly Prison Building.

The young man who was known as the child of Heaven, who killed the madness in order to avenge the old man, held a bowl of white wine, red eyes, and spoke softly.

"Send the big boss! Sir, mourning! ”

The prisoners stood in a square and bowed at the same time.

The young man craned his neck and drank the wine from the bowl.

The wine was strong, but it could not soothe the sadness in the hearts of young people!

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