Chapter 568
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The silence was incomparable. An incandescent lamp was creaking on her head. She wanted to lift the white cloth to have a look at Mr. Lin, but her hand remained at the edge.
Not because it looks terrible after death.
While she accepted the reality, the mortician had repaired Mr. Lin's face.
She just hasn't accepted it yet.
He took two steps forward and held the hand outside the sheet.
Those beautiful hands that she once praised as jade carving plates have really become a piece of jade. There are no cyan and stone spots on the dead body, white transparency, no blood color and no temperature.
At first glance, it looks like a work of art.
Tang Yunzhe's hand joints are too clear and aggressive. Bao Jingyang's hand proportion is not good. His fingers are short and his palm is large. Only Mr. Lin's hand is natural.
That morning, she was about to crush her hands, but she still didn't grasp them.
She squatted down slowly and held it in her hands, "I will live well. With your wishes, I will live very well."
Jialina should bring the news to the Lin family soon.
At eight o'clock in the evening, the Lin family took the trees away.
Her uncle said she would take full responsibility for it, but she still came. She watched the black lacquer coffin transported to the van and suddenly realized that she was really going to lose Mr. Lin.
Never see, never hear, never this man again.
The wind was still blowing. Yun jou Chia felt terrible inside. She wanted to cry, but she couldn't cry anymore. She stared blankly at the direction the van left. Even if she had left her sight, her eyes were still fixed in that direction.
The sadness that swept over couldn't be vented, so I had to toss a little in my heart, which has been the case every night since then.
Yunlinjiang went to the side, put his hand around her shoulder and sighed helplessly, full of endless sadness and melancholy, endless pity and unwillingness, which made people feel like a stone.
But the heavy feeling was blown away by the wind.
The funeral was held in three days.
The day before this, the Luo family held a very grand funeral for his successor Lin zhuo'er, with unlimited scenery and huge pomp, just as he liked luxury in his life.
She had not seen anyone who could do a funeral more dignified than Yun Wen gutingler's wedding, and now there was.
All the people related to the Luo family received Xiaobaihua, and even dajinya had a brooch.
He also smiled and said that he was a figure in the market.
She didn't attend the funeral, but wells and Tang Yunzhe went, uncle and father went, and even young master Jian and Feng Yiqing of KM group came.
Inexplicably, it seems that the whole city is bustling, but it is particularly ironic because of a funeral.
Uncle said, it's not called a funeral, it's called a trading floor.
They just get together through the oil head and talk about the little 99 in their hearts.
Uncle also said that people went directly to the club after attending the funeral. For a large number of people, whether they attended the funeral or the wedding is not bad for them.
Behind the boundless grand scenery, she felt a deep chill in her heart.
This is probably where linzhuo has been.
Living in the world, what you have experienced, learned, and then similar are the two words of interest.
It seems to be high, but no one really treats him.
Together with the final funeral, it was also used to fill the vanity fair. Lin Shijin said that heartlessness is really heartlessness.
The funeral of linzhuo'er ended with a great momentum. The next day was the funeral of the forest. Compared with that, it could not be more shabby.
No one was informed, and there was not even any news on the market, let alone such divine treatment broadcast on TV. Even among them, only Baiyun Jiang and Yun jou Chia received the invitation to the funeral, and the rest did not.
At dawn, she and Baiyun river went out.
The sun hid behind the clouds all the way. It was sunny, but it was still cold.
They drove for nearly two hours and came to a deserted place. After getting off the bus, they handed in an invitation at the door and found that it was a private cemetery.
It's better to say it's a cemetery than a park. Rockeries, lakes, Chinese pavilions and pavilions are available. The broad-leaved trees in the sky and the fenced flower pools everywhere should be very beautiful in summer.
Follow the stone road surrounded by four seasons green, go straight ahead and come to the center of the cemetery.
Unexpectedly, there are only three tombstones in such a large open space. Zhou Yuanchuan and the trees being buried. The other tombstone reads Lin Shijin.
Many people have come to the scene, about 20 scattered.
These people all look familiar. Most of them are some people from the Lin family and the Zhou family, and some are former partners of the three of them.
They were dressed in black and didn't bring any flowers. It was more a memorial than a funeral.
The black urn of ashes was slowly put into the tomb, and a wave of loess dust and old stories were ended together.
A pair of kind-hearted old people stood in front of the tombstone, saying something in Mandarin with a slight local accent. Stacks of yellow paper were thrown into the brazier.
The funeral is completely Chinese. Even the familiar holy father doesn't need to appear.
Scattered people went to help the old man get up. Jialina waved to them. Baiyun River bowed gently and sprinkled the wine she had brought in front of the tomb.
Yun jou Chia put the yellow daisy in front of the tombstone.
The whole venue was quiet. People bowed their heads and mourned. Some people covered their mouths and dared not make a sound. Some people stood there and still shed tears. Even the runaway old people were whispering something.
They dared not shout loudly for fear of disturbing anything.
She turned her head and just saw Lin Shijin with a calm face. They looked at each other. From each other's reading, they were very tired, extremely sad and painful, leaving fatigue.
She raised her lips as if smiling and said thank you.
Yun jou Chia didn't know what she was thanking. Could she thank her for saying that the two sons of the Lin family were sent to the West together?
She shook her head slightly to show that she had nothing to thank.
I don't know if the other party can understand what he means, and there is no intersection.
The sun came out of the clouds and shone on the newly erected tombstone. The Lin family trees had nothing to do with Rothschild. Perhaps Mr. Lin didn't like it, so he didn't write it.
The colored flowers in front of the tombstone flutter in the wind, and the flames in the brazier in front of the flowers are getting smaller and smaller.
The old man who had been standing beside Lin Shijin took out two small cages from his arms, padded a piece of paper under it and put it tremblingly in front of the tombstone.
Maybe Mr. Lin loved to eat when he was a child.
We bless you forever.
Will also live in the world with your blessing.
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The silence was incomparable. An incandescent lamp was creaking on her head. She wanted to lift the white cloth to have a look at Mr. Lin, but her hand remained at the edge.
Not because it looks terrible after death.
While she accepted the reality, the mortician had repaired Mr. Lin's face.
She just hasn't accepted it yet.
He took two steps forward and held the hand outside the sheet.
Those beautiful hands that she once praised as jade carving plates have really become a piece of jade. There are no cyan and stone spots on the dead body, white transparency, no blood color and no temperature.
At first glance, it looks like a work of art.
Tang Yunzhe's hand joints are too clear and aggressive. Bao Jingyang's hand proportion is not good. His fingers are short and his palm is large. Only Mr. Lin's hand is natural.
That morning, she was about to crush her hands, but she still didn't grasp them.
She squatted down slowly and held it in her hands, "I will live well. With your wishes, I will live very well."
Jialina should bring the news to the Lin family soon.
At eight o'clock in the evening, the Lin family took the trees away.
Her uncle said she would take full responsibility for it, but she still came. She watched the black lacquer coffin transported to the van and suddenly realized that she was really going to lose Mr. Lin.
Never see, never hear, never this man again.
The wind was still blowing. Yun jou Chia felt terrible inside. She wanted to cry, but she couldn't cry anymore. She stared blankly at the direction the van left. Even if she had left her sight, her eyes were still fixed in that direction.
The sadness that swept over couldn't be vented, so I had to toss a little in my heart, which has been the case every night since then.
Yunlinjiang went to the side, put his hand around her shoulder and sighed helplessly, full of endless sadness and melancholy, endless pity and unwillingness, which made people feel like a stone.
But the heavy feeling was blown away by the wind.
The funeral was held in three days.
The day before this, the Luo family held a very grand funeral for his successor Lin zhuo'er, with unlimited scenery and huge pomp, just as he liked luxury in his life.
She had not seen anyone who could do a funeral more dignified than Yun Wen gutingler's wedding, and now there was.
All the people related to the Luo family received Xiaobaihua, and even dajinya had a brooch.
He also smiled and said that he was a figure in the market.
She didn't attend the funeral, but wells and Tang Yunzhe went, uncle and father went, and even young master Jian and Feng Yiqing of KM group came.
Inexplicably, it seems that the whole city is bustling, but it is particularly ironic because of a funeral.
Uncle said, it's not called a funeral, it's called a trading floor.
They just get together through the oil head and talk about the little 99 in their hearts.
Uncle also said that people went directly to the club after attending the funeral. For a large number of people, whether they attended the funeral or the wedding is not bad for them.
Behind the boundless grand scenery, she felt a deep chill in her heart.
This is probably where linzhuo has been.
Living in the world, what you have experienced, learned, and then similar are the two words of interest.
It seems to be high, but no one really treats him.
Together with the final funeral, it was also used to fill the vanity fair. Lin Shijin said that heartlessness is really heartlessness.
The funeral of linzhuo'er ended with a great momentum. The next day was the funeral of the forest. Compared with that, it could not be more shabby.
No one was informed, and there was not even any news on the market, let alone such divine treatment broadcast on TV. Even among them, only Baiyun Jiang and Yun jou Chia received the invitation to the funeral, and the rest did not.
At dawn, she and Baiyun river went out.
The sun hid behind the clouds all the way. It was sunny, but it was still cold.
They drove for nearly two hours and came to a deserted place. After getting off the bus, they handed in an invitation at the door and found that it was a private cemetery.
It's better to say it's a cemetery than a park. Rockeries, lakes, Chinese pavilions and pavilions are available. The broad-leaved trees in the sky and the fenced flower pools everywhere should be very beautiful in summer.
Follow the stone road surrounded by four seasons green, go straight ahead and come to the center of the cemetery.
Unexpectedly, there are only three tombstones in such a large open space. Zhou Yuanchuan and the trees being buried. The other tombstone reads Lin Shijin.
Many people have come to the scene, about 20 scattered.
These people all look familiar. Most of them are some people from the Lin family and the Zhou family, and some are former partners of the three of them.
They were dressed in black and didn't bring any flowers. It was more a memorial than a funeral.
The black urn of ashes was slowly put into the tomb, and a wave of loess dust and old stories were ended together.
A pair of kind-hearted old people stood in front of the tombstone, saying something in Mandarin with a slight local accent. Stacks of yellow paper were thrown into the brazier.
The funeral is completely Chinese. Even the familiar holy father doesn't need to appear.
Scattered people went to help the old man get up. Jialina waved to them. Baiyun River bowed gently and sprinkled the wine she had brought in front of the tomb.
Yun jou Chia put the yellow daisy in front of the tombstone.
The whole venue was quiet. People bowed their heads and mourned. Some people covered their mouths and dared not make a sound. Some people stood there and still shed tears. Even the runaway old people were whispering something.
They dared not shout loudly for fear of disturbing anything.
She turned her head and just saw Lin Shijin with a calm face. They looked at each other. From each other's reading, they were very tired, extremely sad and painful, leaving fatigue.
She raised her lips as if smiling and said thank you.
Yun jou Chia didn't know what she was thanking. Could she thank her for saying that the two sons of the Lin family were sent to the West together?
She shook her head slightly to show that she had nothing to thank.
I don't know if the other party can understand what he means, and there is no intersection.
The sun came out of the clouds and shone on the newly erected tombstone. The Lin family trees had nothing to do with Rothschild. Perhaps Mr. Lin didn't like it, so he didn't write it.
The colored flowers in front of the tombstone flutter in the wind, and the flames in the brazier in front of the flowers are getting smaller and smaller.
The old man who had been standing beside Lin Shijin took out two small cages from his arms, padded a piece of paper under it and put it tremblingly in front of the tombstone.
Maybe Mr. Lin loved to eat when he was a child.
We bless you forever.
Will also live in the world with your blessing.
The silence was incomparable. An incandescent lamp was creaking on her head. She wanted to lift the white cloth to have a look at Mr. Lin, but her hand remained at the edge.Not because it looks terrible after death.While she accepted the reality, the mortician had repaired Mr. Lin's face.She just hasn't accepted it yet.He took two steps forward and held the hand outside the sheet.Those beautiful hands that she once praised as jade carving plates have really become a piece of jade. There are no cyan and stone spots on the dead body, white transparency, no blood color and no temperature.At first glance, it looks like a work of art.Tang Yunzhe's hand joints are too clear and aggressive. Bao Jingyang's hand proportion is not good. His fingers are short and his palm is large. Only Mr. Lin's hand is natural.That morning, she was about to crush her hands, but she still didn't grasp them.She squatted down slowly and held it in her hands, "I will live well. With your wishes, I will live very well."Jialina should bring the news to the Lin family soon.At eight o'clock in the evening, the Lin family took the trees away.Her uncle said she would take full responsibility for it, but she still came. She watched the black lacquer coffin transported to the van and suddenly realized that she was really going to lose Mr. Lin.Never see, never hear, never this man again.The wind was still blowing. Yun jou Chia felt terrible inside. She wanted to cry, but she couldn't cry anymore. She stared blankly at the direction the van left. Even if she had left her sight, her eyes were still fixed in that direction.The sadness that swept over couldn't be vented, so I had to toss a little in my heart, which has been the case every night since then.Yunlinjiang went to the side, put his hand around her shoulder and sighed helplessly, full of endless sadness and melancholy, endless pity and unwillingness, which made people feel like a stone.But the heavy feeling was blown away by the wind.The funeral was held in three days.The day before this, the Luo family held a very grand funeral for his successor Lin zhuo'er, with unlimited scenery and huge pomp, just as he liked luxury in his life.She had not seen anyone who could do a funeral more dignified than Yun Wen gutingler's wedding, and now there was.All the people related to the Luo family received Xiaobaihua, and even dajinya had a brooch.He also smiled and said that he was a figure in the market.She didn't attend the funeral, but wells and Tang Yunzhe went, uncle and father went, and even young master Jian and Feng Yiqing of KM group came.Inexplicably, it seems that the whole city is bustling, but it is particularly ironic because of a funeral.Uncle said, it's not called a funeral, it's called a trading floor.They just get together through the oil head and talk about the little 99 in their hearts.Uncle also said that people went directly to the club after attending the funeral. For a large number of people, whether they attended the funeral or the wedding is not bad for them.Behind the boundless grand scenery, she felt a deep chill in her heart.This is probably where linzhuo has been.Living in the world, what you have experienced, learned, and then similar are the two words of interest.It seems to be high, but no one really treats him.Together with the final funeral, it was also used to fill the vanity fair. Lin Shijin said that heartlessness is really heartlessness.The funeral of linzhuo'er ended with a great momentum. The next day was the funeral of the forest. Compared with that, it could not be more shabby.No one was informed, and there was not even any news on the market, let alone such divine treatment broadcast on TV. Even among them, only Baiyun Jiang and Yun jou Chia received the invitation to the funeral, and the rest did not.At dawn, she and Baiyun river went out.The sun hid behind the clouds all the way. It was sunny, but it was still cold.They drove for nearly two hours and came to a deserted place. After getting off the bus, they handed in an invitation at the door and found that it was a private cemetery.It's better to say it's a cemetery than a park. Rockeries, lakes, Chinese pavilions and pavilions are available. The broad-leaved trees in the sky and the fenced flower pools everywhere should be very beautiful in summer.Follow the stone road surrounded by four seasons green, go straight ahead and come to the center of the cemetery.Unexpectedly, there are only three tombstones in such a large open space. Zhou Yuanchuan and the trees being buried. The other tombstone reads Lin Shijin.Many people have come to the scene, about 20 scattered.These people all look familiar. Most of them are some people from the Lin family and the Zhou family, and some are former partners of the three of them.They were dressed in black and didn't bring any flowers. It was more a memorial than a funeral.The black urn of ashes was slowly put into the tomb, and a wave of loess dust and old stories were ended together.A pair of kind-hearted old people stood in front of the tombstone, saying something in Mandarin with a slight local accent. Stacks of yellow paper were thrown into the brazier.The funeral is completely Chinese. Even the familiar holy father doesn't need to appear.Scattered people went to help the old man get up. Jialina waved to them. Baiyun River bowed gently and sprinkled the wine she had brought in front of the tomb.Yun jou Chia put the yellow daisy in front of the tombstone.The whole venue was quiet. People bowed their heads and mourned. Some people covered their mouths and dared not make a sound. Some people stood there and still shed tears. Even the runaway old people were whispering something.They dared not shout loudly for fear of disturbing anything.She turned her head and just saw Lin Shijin with a calm face. They looked at each other. From each other's reading, they were very tired, extremely sad and painful, leaving fatigue.She raised her lips as if smiling and said thank you.Yun jou Chia didn't know what she was thanking. Could she thank her for saying that the two sons of the Lin family were sent to the West together?She shook her head slightly to show that she had nothing to thank.I don't know if the other party can understand what he means, and there is no intersection.The sun came out of the clouds and shone on the newly erected tombstone. The Lin family trees had nothing to do with Rothschild. Perhaps Mr. Lin didn't like it, so he didn't write it.The colored flowers in front of the tombstone flutter in the wind, and the flames in the brazier in front of the flowers are getting smaller and smaller.The old man who had been standing beside Lin Shijin took out two small cages from his arms, padded a piece of paper under it and put it tremblingly in front of the tombstone.Maybe Mr. Lin loved to eat when he was a child.We bless you forever.Will also live in the world with your blessing.
