Putting the ashes into the urn was originally what Ling Mo planned to do, but Ning Yuanlan stopped her, she took the urn from Ling Mo's hand and said to him, "Dad, let me come, I am his wife, these are what I should do." ”

Ling Mo was helpless, so he had to nod.

Ling Baolu didn't use tools, this was her husband, she didn't dislike it at all, and directly swept the white ashes into the urn with her hands.

The ashes just came out of the crematorium, and they were still very hot, but Ling Baolu didn't mind at all, and continued to sweep the ashes with her hands, and then, her hand touched the things one by one, which turned out to be the bracelet she gave to Qi Yu, but the rope with the jade had been burned, but the jade was still very good, not only was it not deformed, but it still maintained its original appearance.

"Jade is very resistant to high temperatures, and it takes a high temperature of 1,000 degrees Celsius to burn them out." Only then did Ling Mo remember this.

The maximum temperature in the crematorium is also eight; Nine hundred degrees Celsius, which is still a hundred degrees Celsius away from the temperature that jade is afraid of, of course it will not be burned.

When Ling Baolu heard this, tears fell one by one, seeping into the white ashes.

"Since you don't want to, leave it for me as a souvenir." Ling Baolu didn't care about the high temperature or not, but if Qi Yu was unwilling to take this bracelet away, then she continued to put it away.

With tears in his eyes, he picked up the jade one by one, wiped it clean with a handkerchief, put it in the pocket of his coat, and continued to put the ashes in the urn.

The urn was made of fine sandalwood, Ling Baolu put all the ashes in it, and then covered it, and then held the urn and went out with Ling Mo.

The people outside are waiting, the next thing to go is the Martyrs' Garden, there is only one Martyrs' Garden in Jiangcheng, all the soldiers are buried here, the location of the mountain is very good, and it is generally reserved for officers of a specific rank.

Qi Yu's military rank in the "Dark Eagle" is high, so he can also be buried in the position of the mountain.

The group drove to the foot of the Martyrs' Garden Mountain, where many pine trees are planted, Ling Baolu sat in the passenger seat of Ling Mo's car, holding the urn, waiting for the car to be parked, she looked up at the cemetery in front of her, here, is it Qi Yu's home?

So, where does she belong?

Brother Qi Yu, you are my destination, but you are gone, what do you want me to do now?

Ling Mo turned off the car and turned her head to look at her daughter in the driver's seat, her eyes were swollen, her face was swollen, her hair was shaved because she had been bitten by a dog last year, so this year, her hair has only grown twelve centimeters, and she can't tie it up, she has been wearing her hair, and she looks more and more haggard.

"Baolu, let's get off the car, dust to dust, soil to earth, this is the best destination for the deceased."

Ling Mo stretched out his hand to shake it; Holding her daughter's hand, her expression was full of distress and worry.

Ling Baolu didn't turn her head to look at him, just nodded, reached out and pressed the buckle of the seat belt, and the seat belt popped out, and at the same time, she also pushed the car door and got out of the car.

There were already a lot of people out of the car, her closest family, other people who had a good relationship with their family, as well as Qi Yu's men under "Dark Eagle", his four bodyguards, and Qi Yu's friends in Los Angeles.

And among those people, Ling Baolu also saw a person, that person, she will remember until she dies in her life.