Chapter 1317

The lamp in the study made people's eyelids ache, and the famous fists on both sides were tightly clenched together.

His Adam's apple rolled and stared at Grandpa's wrinkled face. Wet and bright tears flashed at the bottom of his eyes. Although he tried not to let the tears slide down, the fragile tears still * * his eyelashes.

The string in his heart was broken.

Su Xiaoxiao felt a tingling pain in her breathing. Although this was the outcome that had been known for a long time, it was still a little unexpected when it really happened.

She lowered her eyes and blinked, and bean big tears burst into her eyes.

They were silent in the study for a long time.

The fifth day.

The funeral of the old man and the man was held in the church.

That man is not Sheng Tianqi. He and Sheng's family will be explained clearly in the future.

Snowflakes are flying outside, a vast expanse of white, and the world is the same.

The church is hung with white spiritual curtains, decorated with lilies, and the white flowers are covered with dew.

Sad music filled the air. All the people who came to mourn were dignitaries in Jiangcheng. The guard at the door strictly guarded the funeral order.

There were a lot of people, but it was very quiet.

Everyone's faces were solemn and solemn.

Overnight, the whole river city fell into endless sadness.

All the entertainment clubs are closed.

Some important scenic spots or beautiful buildings in Jiangcheng are hung with white curtains.

Flags were flown at half mast in many places.

In the church lounge, the door was closed. Yefu lay on the sofa and cried until her voice was hoarse and her tears burst the embankment.

Liu Ma stood in front of the French window and stared at the white snowflakes with tears. Dou Da's tears fell.

At this time, Su Xiaoxiao and his reputation stood on the balcony on the tenth floor of the church, feeling very heavy.

The atmosphere in the church was so oppressive that people couldn't breathe. The reputation didn't want to see that scene. He put his hands on the railing, white snowflakes floating on his hair and black coat

Su Xiaoxiao silently accompanied him. She was white and dignified.

It took a long time to say, "reputation, Grandpa... Is lucky in his life." Countless luxury cars were parked downstairs. Heads of state, political elites and powerful people in the upper class came.

"He was successful." Her lips slightly raised, "he also walked... Without regret."

The bottom of his heart seems to have been pierced by a needle.

Is there really no regret? He has a lot of things to worry about.

In the corridor, Anxin, wearing a black suit, put his hands in his trouser pockets, and he came towards them.

Hearing the footsteps, Su smiled and turned her eyes.

The high reputation was indifferent. His eyes were filled with sadness as he condensed the snowflakes dancing in the sky.

Anxin's eyes were a little red. He stood in front of her and put his hand on Shengyu's shoulder. "Shengyu..." his heart was also very heavy, "I'm sorry." He didn't know what else to say at this time, because Anxin himself was very sad.

The reputation pursed his lips, and his empty heart really hurt.

Another footsteps came.

Ji Rufeng, wearing a long black windbreaker, came towards them.

He stood beside Anxin. His eyes were red and swollen. It was obvious that he had just cried.

Then the three men stood on the railing, coagulating the snowflakes flying in the white sky.

At Grandpa's last wish, he was buried with the man.

In addition to Ye Fu and Liu Ma, including Shengyu and Su Xiaoxiao, everyone firmly believes that the man is Sheng Tianqi, but he is not.