Funeral customization, let you have a mysterious past

Chapter 9 The Boy's Funeral

You are the one!
Lin Lan pressed the phone screen a few times, and ten rockets floated out of the disabled anchor's live broadcast room.

It’s really a big joke in the world to present the disabled and the strong, the super rocket 1×10!
This message appears on the top notice board of the anchor's room and all live broadcast rooms.

In an instant, the entire live broadcast room was excited, and the popularity of this disabled anchor's live broadcast room instantly increased.

"Boss 666!"

"I really didn't expect to meet Shenhao in this small live broadcast room!"

"Are you a devil? You still have a mine at home, ten rockets, so hate!"

"Why are you jealous upstairs? This is the big boss doing good deeds!"

The anchor who lost his arms was also stunned by the sudden reward, but he quickly reacted and smiled honestly and innocently at the computer screen.

There are still good people and warmth in this world.

Since he was poor since he was a child, he longed for ability and cherished it.

When I become famous and become a popular anchor, I must do good deeds every day, the disabled anchor unconsciously thought in his heart.

No one would have guessed that Lin Lan's reward was actually just a temporary idea. He thought that the young man's money, although it was his income from accepting orders, he spent it all alone, and he felt a little uneasy about his conscience. There was nothing wrong with spending some for charity. .

After Lin Lan finished all this, she quickly put away her mobile phone. I have to say that the feeling of being a god is really exciting, but when I think of those three arrogant girls, I feel a little annoyed.

Time soon passed ten days later, and the boy's funeral was held as scheduled.

On a winding mountain road, many large and small vehicles drove up the mountain, including tricycles, private cars and motorcycles. Except for many relatives of the teenagers, most of them were people who had heard about the rescue of teenagers. Netizens who came to organize a mourning team.

The weather on the mountain is cool and green, and there is a faint fragrance of various vegetation and wild flowers floating in the woods. A breeze blows, raising fallen leaves.

"Everyone, be quiet for a moment, I have something to say!"

The boy's father held the microphone, coughed loudly a few times, and then approached the microphone loudly to preach.

At this time, most of the guests who were supposed to attend the funeral had probably arrived. The scene was originally noisy, but with some words from the boy's father, it finally gradually became quiet.

As the boy's father spoke with a microphone while recalling the boy's life, everyone had a sad look on their faces.

The boy's mother was crying in tears beside her. Fortunately, she was supported by several relatives and sisters, otherwise she would have collapsed to the ground and lost her mind.

Although most of the people who came to the funeral did not know the young man, there was no joy on the faces of the people at the funeral, but an inexplicable sadness and desolation on their faces, because it was a heroic young man who left them , is a mortal angel, and they are mourning for another beautiful and lovely person to leave this world and drift away.

When the funeral was halfway through, another black car suddenly drove down the mountain, followed by a van.

drip...

With the sound of the car, it seemed that some uninvited passengers got out of the car and the van.

At this time, everyone's eyes turned to one direction, and the protagonist in this direction was the young girl who had just jumped out of the car and attracted everyone's attention.

This young girl was probably in her early twenties. Her face was haggard, her eyes were dull, her body was shaking slightly, and the muscles on her face were twitching. She looked like a walking corpse that had lost its soul.

Everyone began to speculate on the identity of these uninvited guests, but it seemed that they did not come to mourn the young man.

Could it be that young girl?
Many reporters hiding among the crowd attending the funeral have become sharper, and they are all about to take out the cameras in their backpacks.

"Everyone, keep going! Don't stop just because we came to the funeral! Hehe!" An old man standing behind the young girl said with a playful smile.

Although the young father was a little disgusted by this man's expression and raised his eyebrows, he thought that it might be some kind-hearted people who learned about his son's deeds online, so he didn't think much about it.

He just picked up the microphone and was about to talk about some things that he didn't finish.

I heard a guest curiously asking about the old man, a young girl, and six men with flowery arms who got off the van.

"Are you also the netizens who came to attend the memorial meeting?" the guest asked.

Everyone thinks this is nonsense, isn’t it?

But then the old man with one hand on the young girl's shoulder and a cigarette butt in the other ignited the originally quiet atmosphere in the audience.

"Me! I brought my daughter here to attend the savior's memorial meeting. By the way, let the young and ignorant her and the savior's parents apologize for not saying goodbye before!" After the old man finished speaking, he recovered. A smiling face like a smiling tiger.

"What?"

"how!"

Almost all the guests stared wide-eyed, and after some of them exclaimed, almost everyone began to whisper to friends or strangers around them.

They really didn't expect that one of the three girls who had been hiding before, faced with heated discussions on the Internet, and was condemned by many netizens, but instead refuted with sophistry words, one of them would dare to pick this time to apologize to the parents of the teenager?
Come to the boy's funeral?
Why did you go early?

Didn't he keep yelling that he was not wrong?

Why is this an apology?
Everyone scanned the whole body of the young girl standing in front of her father with a downcast expression and her head bowed with sharp eyes.

Some people were even ready to rush in and teach the young girl who had been very arrogant before a lesson.

Because some people had left messages on the girl’s social account and tried to persuade her, but were ridiculed and insulted by her.

But when those people saw the young girl and the six strong youths behind the old man, they immediately gave up their plans to rush up and give her a lesson.

Because those six strong young men with thick arms and patterns on their arms were like gym coaches. Just standing there gave everyone a sense of oppression.

Obviously, this old man who brought his daughter to admit his mistake was well prepared in case of any eventuality.

"You are not welcome here, get out!" The boy's father heard the other party's identity, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, and then he picked up the microphone and said angrily.

"Yes, let's go!"

"It's too late to thank and admit my mistake now!"

"A cat crying is a fake compassion for a mouse, it stains people's eyes, get out of here!"

The boy's father expressed his attitude, and many of the guests echoed him.

He doesn't need the fake thanks or apology from these white-eyed wolves. If he really wanted to, he wouldn't show up at this time, and the other two girls haven't been seen yet.

"Hey! Don't come up here, you are so angry!"

"Today I come with a sincere attitude and my ignorant daughter to mourn your son and thank him for risking everything and jumping into the sea to save my daughter's life!"

The old man finished speaking with a smile on his face. In fact, what he said was very sincere, as if he really realized how big a mistake his previous indifference was, but he didn't take it seriously in his heart, and he wanted to think that it wasn't his daughter who received him every day. Seeing the wreaths, paper figurines and dead mice sent by some people, he couldn't live a normal life at all. Just because of the rude attitude of these people, he didn't bother to bring the girl to bow his head and admit his mistake.

(End of this chapter)