How could I possibly have feelings for a woman who fishes Kaizi every day and eats wine as a meal.

I quickly took a deep breath to calm myself down.

However, the big wave suddenly moved to the bed and sat down beside me. Her body was getting closer and closer to me, her little face slowly approaching me, and there was only a few centimeters left between us.

I could clearly see that she was swallowing slowly. A pair of pink mouths were about to stick to my cheeks. My heart was beating wildly, and it was as if my heart was equipped with an electric motor, dancing at a speed of 80 miles per hour.

No, her lips have to be attached. At the last moment, I subconsciously pushed her away.

"Sister, haven't you sobered up yet?"

The air suddenly fell into an inexplicable silence, and the two of us sat on the soft water mattress, speechless.

Suddenly, a screeching mobile phone ringtone came from the bedside table. Someone called Big Wave.

Da Lang suddenly regained consciousness, stretched out his hand and picked up the phone tremblingly, and pressed the answer button tremblingly.

It was Yao Rongrong calling, only to hear the lively and lively voice on the other end of the phone.

"Sister Danhong, the memorial service will start soon, when will you and Brother Wang come over?"

Big Wave calmed his breath and responded. "Okay, you guys start first, and we'll get there. ”

With an empty soup bowl in my hand, I hurriedly got out of bed and put on my shoes.

"That...... I'll be waiting for you outside the door, you can change your clothes first. ”

Big Wave nodded, and likewise didn't dare to look up at me. The room was quiet, and only the eerie heartbeats of the two of us could be heard.

I trotted all the way out of the villa and stood in the courtyard, staring at the Chinese medicinal herbs that filled the yard in a daze.

Suddenly, Old Man Su walked out of the back of the villa with a kettle, and when he saw me, his face was startled at first, and he regained his composure in an instant.

This old man, I'm afraid that he was stimulated when he saw the female apprentice today, and he always felt a little uneasy.

Less leaning, big waves changed clothes, a pure black haute couture dress, with a retro bowler black top hat, and a black Hermes classic bag, wearing such a dress to the funeral, which not only conforms to the atmosphere but also highlights high-profile luxury.

This woman does not forget to show off in front of the dead.

Smelling the slightly bitter aroma of Chinese medicine in the courtyard, my body slowly regained its calm. The big waves seemed to ease a lot, and they walked in front of me in calfskin heels.

Along the way, we awkwardly didn't speak to each other.

When I arrived at the gate of Penang Vocational College, today's battle was really big, and I actually saw a TV reporter's car parked in front of the school, and it seemed that this memorial service was going to be on Penang's social news again.

Big Wave and I entered the campus and went straight to the teaching building where the nursing department was taking a big class. Ironically, outside this teaching building is the green grassland where Yan Yan jumped off the building and committed suicide.

The entire floor of the nursing department was surrounded by water, and there were students who admired and mourned, and there were also some younger students who watched the excitement. Da Lang and I finally squeezed into the lecture hall, and on the podium, there was a leader giving a passionate speech.

Yao Rongrong sat in the front row of the classroom, saw us standing at the door, and stretched out her hand to signal us to enter through the back door.

Yao Rongrong got up silently, and with him was the little milk dog Kou Chenyu, and the two of them took us into the lecture hall together.

When Kou Chenyu saw the big wave, he immediately showed a big smile.

"Sister, let's go, let's go to the front row to watch the excitement. ”

This little milk dog, chasing such a serious matter, he didn't forget to put his sister.

Big Wave waved his hand, "Forget it, let's just stand in the back and listen." The three girls were quite pitiful, so I gave them a bouquet of flowers in a moment and we went back. ”

I glanced around the lecture hall and it looked like a small funeral parlor.

The two cars around were filled with white and yellow wreaths, and a large white banner hung on the long blackboard at the front. It is written on it in black.

"I deeply mourn the untimely death of Peng Lanyan, Gu Zhen and Li Cuiling, three students of the 15th Nursing Department. ”

To the left of the podium stood the families of the three dead girls. They are Peng Lanyan's parents, Gu Zhen's grandparents, and Li Cuiling's mother and younger brother.

Several relatives are dressed in heavy filial piety, especially Gu Zhen's grandparents, because they are old, sitting next to the podium, still crying from time to time.

The saddest thing in the world is that a white-haired person sends a black-haired person. Especially I heard that Gu Zhen is a left-behind child, who was brought up by his grandparents since he was a child.

The baby granddaughter who has been guarded since she was a child died was killed by a steel bar running through her head, you can imagine how sad and desperate these two old people should be in their hearts.

At the front of the lecture hall are the leaders of the school and the department, and in the middle are reporters and videographers with camera machines.

It seems that this memorial service is actually a memorial service for the three girls. In fact, it is just an act of launder and advertising for the school under the pretext of memorialization.

Yao Rongrong introduced to us that it was their department head who was now impassioned on the podium. A middle-aged man who is half-bald and slightly fat.

The old man held the speech in his hand and spoke in the vernacular from beginning to end for no less than 20 minutes. 15 minutes of the course are devoted to the history of Penang Vocational College.

This kind of memorial service, which is a gimmick from beginning to end, is simply meaningless.

I vaguely heard the reporter's tricky questions below.

"I heard that the death of these three girls in your school is related to a student who committed suicide by jumping off a building three years ago? There are also rumors that these three girls were killed by ghosts. What do the school leaders think about this?"

I only heard the righteous denial of the head of the department.

"It's all nonsense. ”

He waved his arms comically, and the few flowers left on his head were beautiful, trembling with his passionate speech.

"Back then, Yan Yan committed suicide by jumping off a building because of depression, which was purely the student's own psychological problem. It has nothing to do with the three unfortunate girls now...... ”

Big Wave and I watched this terrible memorial service silently, and I really regretted wasting my time here to listen to such an official propaganda lecture.

After about two hours, until the film of the TV station cameraman was finished, the TV station personnel were evacuated one after another, and then the school leaders waved goodbye.

The real memorial ceremony has finally begun.

The head of the nursing department came to the stage to organize the order, and gave a pale white chrysanthemum to all the students and the families of the deceased.

The next step was to hang the portraits of the three girls high in front of the blackboard.

These three beautiful girls, who I watched the other day say and dance, are now all black and white photos on the blackboard.

Students, one by one, stepped onto the podium. In front of the three portraits, bow and mourn to the families of the deceased.

There was a cry under the podium, and the lecture hall was shrouded in inexplicable sadness all day.

Da Lang and I also walked to the podium and bowed deeply and silently 90 degrees to the three black and white photos.

Then there are Peng Lanyan's parents next to her, Gu Zhen's grandparents, and Li Chunling's mother and younger brother.

The six family members of the deceased, with blank expressions, responded to the bows of the classmates over and over again, their haggard and sad pain, which we could not feel in any way.

Finally, we put the chrysanthemums in our hands on the desks in the front row of the lecture hall. The long desk was piled up into a small chrysanthemum mountain, like a tomb in a mass grave, and the girl's tomb was also made of flowers.

There were tears hanging from the corners of Da Wave's eyes, and she was usually cold, but today she was a little sad.

She looked at the pile of chrysanthemum tombs and sighed at me.

"You say, don't you feel sorry for a few girls anymore, so they don't smell good. ”

I was relieved.

"The fragrance of chrysanthemums is faint, not to mention these wild chrysanthemums that are wholesaled and used to pay tribute to the deceased. The most fragrant chrysanthemum is none other than the Hangbai chrysanthemum in Anyang, Jiangsu, just like the chrysanthemum tea we drank at Zhang Dingwen's house that day. ”

"Chrysanthemum - flower - tea. ”

The big wave suddenly thought, and I thought of something in an instant.