The death of a person will have an unimaginable impact on the people around them, maybe this impact can be washed away by time, maybe it will be engraved in a certain corner of the body forever, waiting for when, because of what fragments, to rekindle the memories and emotions that have been sealed for a long time.

Nishinomiya Yueyu was probably much calmer than everyone thought, but almost no one believed that he could be calm.

There are many things that need to be done, and someone has to communicate about the burial. Someone has to stand up in the face of grief and finish these complicated ceremonies.

The funeral, after all, is for the living, and it is an end for all those who remember him.

It's not that Xigong Yueyu hasn't experienced it.

He just didn't experience it...... Own funeral.

Traditional Japanese funerals seem to have a bit of a Buddhist flavor, and the rituals are complicated but acceptable.

But here's the thing.

Nishinomiya Tsurukage, the popularity is too high......

It's only been a day, and the fire has already made major headlines, and if someone hadn't helped stop it, the door of his house might have been broken by the paparazzi. And although Xigong Yueyu wanted everything to be simple in her heart, those fanatical fans who knew the news would never agree.

So probably.

He's going to face his own mega memorial service.

Nishinomiya Yue was numb. He can't even get out of the house now.

He had to keep his own wake at home.

Due to his own strong request as a family member, this funeral was as simple as possible, and there was no monk chanting sutras on the side - Xigong Yueyu really had no way to accept that he listened to others surpass himself.

The people who came to mourn were also real acquaintances, which left him enough buffer time to accept.

"Yueyue."

"Yueyue?"

"Huh?" Xigong Yueyu came back to his senses.

He still can't accept others mourning him, but he has to be there. So when many people said eulogies, he kept looking at his black and white photos in a daze.

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Even if it's just a posthumous photo of the vest, Xigong Crane Shadow looks so similar to him, and it looks like himself...... This was meant to be him......

He never imagined that one day he would actually look at his posthumous photos in a daze.

He had never had this kind of experience in his previous life, and after he died, his soul was quickly stripped off and wandered in another world, not knowing what had happened to him.

"Condolences."

Xigong Yueyu didn't know how many times he heard this, he nodded his head blankly, and continued to look at his posthumous photo in a daze. yhubo

Amen.

Amitabha.

Good, good, good.

He brainwashed himself several times and accepted the tragic fact that according to the funeral process, he would have to stay up at least for a long time, and even after cremation, he had to face the link of picking up his ashes with chopsticks before he could be buried.

Perhaps it was the extreme busyness that could dilute the senses of time, he kept facing different people, and only when he really touched the cold coffin did he react to one thing:

Ah, he's sending himself away.

For two days, I didn't have a good rest, and I forgot whether I had eaten well. Probably ate a little, he relied almost entirely on Osamu Dazai to deal with those chores, and was urged to eat a little when he was free.

In the eyes of most people, he is probably very pitiful. Originally, both parents died, and his brother depended on each other, but now there is no last support, and there are only two teenagers left in the family who can be eighteen, how can they deal with so many affairs at the age of high school?

Therefore, in the past two days, Yukino and Oda Sakuro have almost stayed at his house.

There are a lot of things that Dazai is inconvenient to deal with, and the two adults have to negotiate.

"Press conferences and memorial services, if you don't want to go, don't go." Yukino looked tired, but his condition was much better than when he was in the hospital. She is indeed the kind of woman who can take the lead on her own, and when everything is falling apart, she is more determined than everyone present.

Although, Xigong Yueyu didn't know if she had given up the idea of revenge......

Between them, no one wants to hold a memorial service that is too large, but there is no way, there are too many people who commemorate the Crane Shadow of the West Palace, and they have to give everyone an explanation as much as possible.

It is probably very romantic to be able to huddle with flowers and tears and leave.

If it weren't for the fact that the deceased was somehow alive and at the scene.

"Dazai, have you ever attended a memorial service?" He didn't know what expression he should put on for the past two days, so his face had been stiff, and he was tired after a long time, and when he could finally rest, he went to the slaughtering cat to relieve his mood.

“…… No. Osamu Dazai saw the tiredness of Nishinomiya Yueyu in his eyes, he stroked Nishinomiya Yueyu's hair, kissed his forehead lightly, and said the same thing as Yukino, "If you're too tired, don't go." ”

The memorial service for those who are familiar has ended, and the rest is actually reserved for the media and fans.

"But I'm the only family member." Xigong Yueyu sighed and sniffed, she was so busy in the past few days that she didn't have time to think, and the cold seemed to have worsened, "It seems that there is no way to escape." ”

Dazai healed and was distressed.

Most of the media are quite good at looking at their faces, and they didn't rush up to interview Xigong Yueyu at this critical juncture. But a few people who lack virtue keep staring at them, one after another, like flies that can't be waved away, and they have to go back to publish some unspeakable exaggerated news after talking badly. Osamu Dazai has also been busy taking off recently, and he hasn't dealt with these clowns who jumped up for the time being.

If it really bores Nishinomiya Yueyu......

He began to wonder if he should bother throwing them into Tokyo Bay with a camera and pen and paper.

"Dazai, Tsukiyu." Sakunosuke Oda came and knocked on the door and told them to eat.

He rolled up one sleeve, and there was a warm and fragrant aroma of food on his body, which was reassuring just to get close.

"Oda-kun, I'm really bothering you."

"It's not a hassle." Sakunosuke Oda replied, "You've helped me a lot, too. ”

"Has Liang Yu been in contact with you lately?"

If you can't get out, you lose the vests you can control, and you lose most of your sources of information. Xigong Yueyu was very worried about his vests, so he found a place to lie down and became a standby state.

Originally, he had the habit of glancing at the state of the vest before going to bed, but who let him have an accident on the night of the accident, he and Osamu Dazai were messing around...... I couldn't even forget how I fell asleep, let alone watch where the vests went.

"No, I can't contact my seniors."

Xigong Yueyu sighed "hmm". Probably, his vests are really in a vegetative state somewhere. When this is over, he'll have to look for it right away.

He thought about it and went downstairs.

Sakunosuke Oda was pulled by Osamu Dazai.

"Oda Saku." Osamu Dazai lowered his voice and glanced at Sakunosuke Oda's rolled up sleeves, "What did you just do?" ”

"Cook." Oda Sakunosuke was very calm, "I saw a few suspicious people walking around outside the window, so I went to invite them away." There seemed to be some people who were reluctant to do so, so I discussed with them for a while before leaving. "I discussed it with my fist for a while, and the effect was remarkable.

"Wow!" Osamu Dazai looked at him with a gaze worthy of adoration, "Oda Saku......"

"What's wrong?"

"You are my God!"

Sakunosuke Oda: Embarrassed.

Did he do anything special?

……

Nishinomiya Tsurukage is also a star who debuted, and the number of fans is really large, especially because of this summer festival, many fans gathered in Tokyo. Before they even had time to get on the return ticket, they received the news of the unexpected death of their idol.

There was no collapse, but the house was gone.

To tell the truth, the Nishinomiya Tsukiyu family has not been rushed in by fans who have lost their minds, and it is already the result of Osamu Dazai's efforts.

In situations of extreme anger and sadness, human beings are uncontrollable, whether they are fans or loved ones. Some people have already begun to think about whether the killing of Xigong Crane Shadow this time was an accident or a man-made person.

As we all know, he studied under the famous magician, the Black Feather Thief. And the Black Feather Thief died in the fire escape magic eight years ago due to a failed performance. It's hard not to be reminded of the events of eight years ago.

Eight years ago, there were many people who did not believe that the Black Feather Thief died accidentally.

On the cusp of such a storm, the police also began to investigate the venue that had been extinguished, and under the coercion of many forces, they gave an answer.

- It was indeed arson.

One stone stirs up a thousand waves.

Before the fan memorial meeting began, the emotions had already fermented to a terrible point. The specific cause of Nishinomiya Tsurukage's death has not been released, but just this deliberate arson is enough to make everyone's emotions that have nowhere to be announced, just waiting for an opportunity to gush out.

Xigong Yueyu seriously doubted that now as long as someone goes in and raises his arms, saying that I know the truth, I can lead everyone to revenge, and I can harvest a very cohesive team in a very short time.

At other times, he doesn't mind observing events and watching the drama.

But.

Now in public opinion, he is the one who will be pushed out to lead everyone to find the truth and succeed in revenge.

Nishinomiya Yue was numb.

He really wanted to find someone to complain about.

"Kuaidou ......" Before the memorial service began, Xigong Yueyu saw a familiar person appear, he sighed, and said to the other party first, "Don't comfort me, I've heard enough comforting words." ”

Black Feather Kuaidou's face was haggard, as if he had been working for a few days and nights, and his dark blue eyes were shining with a little piercing brilliance, he seemed to have made up his mind, pulled Xigong Yueyu, and said in an extremely sad tone:

"Month after month. There are many suspicious things about it, and I suspect it has something to do with the people behind my father's death. ”

Nishinomiya Yueyu: ......

"I'll find out the truth."

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