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Mu Liang first met the strange old lady at a grand funeral.

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It is indeed strange to describe a funeral as grand, but Mu Liang could not find any other adjectives except grand.

The entrance of the funeral was full of low-key and luxurious Red Flag cars, and he often saw the faces of many car owners on the news broadcast.

The entrance of the funeral, the mourning hall, and the parking lot were guarded by many soldiers with real guns and nuclear bombs and plainclothes who did not show their faces. If Mu Liang had not just been pulled into the special forces for training by his father during the summer vacation, he would not have recognized the identity of those plainclothes people.

Mu Liang followed his mother into the mourning hall, and the first thing that caught his eye was the portrait placed in the center of the mourning hall - she looked like a kind and amiable old lady.

But anyone who has taken Chinese and history classes in the second year of junior high school will not underestimate this old lady who was written into the textbook.

As a prostitute, she fought hard all the way and finally became a member of the Standing Committee of the Political Bureau of the Central Committee. Such a life is even more Mary Sue than the Mary Sue in the novel.

The most widely circulated story of the old lady on the Internet is that she mobilized her husband, Marshal Xue, to participate in the revolution, and shot him after discovering that Marshal Xue betrayed the revolution by joining the Kuomintang. Such a ruthless and cruel method naturally became a black spot in the eyes of many people, but Mu Liang admired Mr. Bai even more after knowing this.

If it weren't for Mr. Bai and others breaking with their original class and killing relatives for the sake of ideals and beliefs, how could these keyboard warriors whose ancestors were poor for three generations have the opportunity to talk about it on the Internet?

And Mr. Bai was brought to the revolutionary path by Mr. Li Jingran! The first version of the drama script of "Memoirs of a Famous Prostitute" was adapted by Mr. Bai!

As a die-hard fan of Mr. Li Jingran, he must support Mr. Bai!

It was at this time that he discovered the strange old lady. The old lady was wearing a black mourning dress, and was supported by someone to walk forward and put a white rose in front of Mr. Bai's photo.

Against the backdrop of the wreaths full of flowers, this thin white rose was particularly eye-catching. But what surprised Mu Liang was that the bigwigs around him didn't say anything. On the contrary, they nodded to the old lady and whispered to each other, looking quite respectful to her.

Who is she? Is she also a bigwig? Why has he never seen her before?

The second time he saw the old lady was also at a funeral.

This time it was General Wang Xiaoni's funeral, and he also saw the old lady.

Mu Liang liked General Wang Xiaoni very much, so he was really sad this time. General Wang Xiaoni was once adopted by Mr. Li Jingran. Later, Mr. Li Jingran was harmed by the Qing Gang, and General Wang Xiaoni was able to continue her studies with the help of Mr. Li Jingran's friends. Later, General Wang Xiaoni chose to join the army after graduating from high school. After the founding of the People's Republic of China, he directly used the name of suppressing bandits and drove a tank to flatten the Qing Gang to avenge Mr. Li Jingran.

Then there was the funeral of the famous international friend, the proletarian revolutionary without borders, Ryota Nakamura, the funeral of the famous patriotic industrialist Chunyan, and the funeral of the founder of the New China charity, Mr. Fu Kemao...

I don't know if God was suddenly lonely, so in those years he recruited countless masters of the Republic of China to accompany him. At the funerals of these masters, he saw the old lady without exception.

She wore black mourning clothes and wandered at countless funerals, like a black death god, and also like an ominous messenger.

Finally, after seeing the old lady again at the funeral of the legendary director Ji Qi, Mu Liang's curiosity about her finally reached its peak.

After the funeral, he walked over boldly and chose to talk to her.

"Grandma, are you Mr. Ji Qi's friend?"

The old lady looked at him in surprise, but did not blame him for his abruptness. She smiled kindly: "I am not his friend, my brother is his friend."

"Who is your brother?"

The old lady did not answer his question, and suddenly asked: "How old are you this year? Are you in high school?"

Mu Liang blinked and answered honestly: "17 years old, this year's second year of high school."

This ordinary sentence seemed to turn on a switch. The old lady's calm eyes immediately became lively. She looked at Mu Liang's face almost affectionately, and murmured sadly: "You are also 17 years old..." She looked at Mu Liang for a while, and suddenly showed a smug smile: "You don't look as good as my brother."

Mu Liang was confused and repeated his previous question again: "Who is your brother?"

The old lady still did not answer his question: "Since you are in high school, have you learned "The Last Non-Drug Addict"? "

Mu Liang's heart trembled. The teacher asked them to recite the whole text after school on Friday, but he hadn't memorized it yet when we checked on Monday...

He couldn't help but complain: "We've learned it, but the teacher still asked us to recite the whole text. We only had two days to recite such a long text! The teacher is so abnormal!"

The old lady smiled calmly: "What do you think of the article?"

Mu Liang touched his nose and told the truth: "Mr. Li Jingran's article is of course a good article, but compared to "The Last Non-Drug Addict", I still prefer "The Rise of Dynasties"."

The old lady seemed very curious: "Why? "The Rise of Dynasties" is not finished, right?"

As soon as the old lady mentioned this, Mu Liang became furious: "If it hadn't been for that damn Zhang Tongjue and the Qing Gang, my husband wouldn't have died so early! "The Rise of the Dynasty" wouldn't have been unfinished! "The Rise of the Dynasty" "But the founder of Chinese time-travel novels, some of the settings are still used by others!" He sighed: "In the past few decades, I don't know how many people have tried to continue writing "The Rise of Dynasties", but Mr. He's Compared with the article, it just lacks the feeling. ”

The old lady replied matter-of-factly: "Of course, after all, I...Mr. Li Jingran is a genius ahead of his time, and future generations cannot imitate him."

Mu Liang's eyes lit up. He didn't expect that this big boss of the same generation as Mr. Ji Qi was also a fan of Li Jingran like him. He suddenly felt that the old lady was particularly amiable.

He looked around, but no one paid attention to them hiding in the corner, so he boldly lowered his voice and asked the old lady a question that he had been curious about for a long time: "Grandma, there are rumors on the Internet that the husband actually wrote "Dynasty" before he died. The follow-up outline of "The Rise" was written down and then sent to the revolutionary base to guide the revolution..."

The old lady, who had always seemed amiable, raised her eyelids and stared at him hard, her cloudy old eyes flashing with a piercing edge. Mu Liang swallowed the next words with sweat, and did not dare to say any more.

The old lady said calmly: "You are 17 years old, you should understand what you can and cannot say."

Mu Liang nodded cautiously, not daring to gossip anymore.

At the next few funerals, Mu Liang still saw the old lady.

She always dressed up and came to see off the old guys of her generation.

The flowing guests and the iron-clad old lady.

The old lady spends most of her time alone, with few company around her. Due to the keen eyesight of the elder brother, he could detect that the old lady was always protected by plainclothes, and this undoubtedly proved that the old lady's identity was unusual.

It's just that sometimes Mu Liang still feels a little sad when he sees the back of the old lady in black mourning clothes leaving alone.

She was the last person to die in her life.

Whenever he thought of this, Mu Liang felt extremely sad, and he couldn't feel any respect for the old lady. So every time he met her at a funeral, he would always walk over and talk nonsense with her.

Then at the funeral of Mr. Cao Wanying, the thinker, revolutionary, and founder of the Chinese equal rights movement, Mu Liang looked at the bigwigs from all walks of life who came to pay their respects, and couldn't help but mention to the old lady the funeral of Mr. Bai Shaoyao when they first met. .

"That was truly the grandest and most magnificent funeral I have ever seen." Mu Liang said with emotion, "It's really worth it to be able to do that."

The old lady smoothed her silver-white hair and stared silently at the black-and-white photo of Mr. Cao Wanying from a distance. Halfway through, she said softly: "I have attended one of the most magnificent and solemn funerals in China. , At that time, the whole city of Beiping was filled with crying. "

"Oh?" Mu Liang leaned over with interest: "Whose funeral is it?"

The old lady turned her head and looked at him, her expression showing the sluggishness that the elderly suffer from. Only through those twinkling eyes could Mu Liang understand that her heart was far from as calm as she showed.

"Young man, do you want to hear me tell a story?" The old lady showed a tired smile: "A story about a funeral decades ago, are you interested in hearing it?"

Mu Liang perked up: "I'm interested!"

Old lady, Li Shuran stared at the young man with shining eyes in front of her. They were also 17 years old. Some were innocent and innocent, while others were buried in blood and buried underground.

Unknowingly, more than eighty years have passed.

She is also at the age of dying.

How come so long has passed?

Maybe it's because people like to reminisce about the past when they get older, or maybe it's because she has attended many funerals of friends and acquaintances. Li Shuran, who has been silent for decades, suddenly has the idea of ​​​​telling about the past.

"It was a cloudy day with rolling dark clouds and a faint roar of thunder..."

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14-year-old Li Shuran stood guard in the mourning hall, holding her brother's memorial tablet and looking blankly at the guests who came to pay their respects.

"Please have your condolences."

They told her this over and over again.

But how could she not be sad?

Lying in the coffin behind her is her brother!

He is her only relative in this world!

He was so miserable that he was killed, but they only told her to "sorrow"? !

I don't know how long it took, but Zhou Dezhang came over to discuss with her: "It's getting late, it's time for the funeral."

The groggy Li Shuran briefly woke up. Yes, it's time for a funeral. My brother has been lying in the coffin for so long, so it's time for him to be laid to rest. She wanted to send her brother to her hometown in Fengtian and bury her in the ancestral grave.

Li Shuran held the memorial tablet like a wandering spirit and walked out of the mourning hall, only to find that many beautiful and enchanting women had been surrounded by three circles inside and outside. Without exception, they were all wearing white mourning clothes.

When they saw Li Shuran, they all knelt down on the ground. The first woman said in a low voice: "I know our status is humble... but please let us give our husband a lift."

Li Shuran was stunned for a while, and then she recognized that the woman who spoke was Qiu Ju, who played Bai Moli in the play and movie "Memoirs of a Courtesan".

Li Shuran glanced at the woman kneeling on the ground behind her, and her voice suddenly choked: "Are you...?"

Someone timidly answered: "Slave... We are all prostitutes in "Memoirs of Famous Courtesans."

A guest jumped out to object: "Nonsense! How can you let these bitches defile the master's funeral?!"

Qiu Ju trembled, lowered her head, bit her lip and kept silent. The other prostitutes also tried to shrink their bodies, wishing they could disappear on the spot.

"Come on." Li Shuran ignored the man and said softly: "If my brother was still alive, he would be happy to see you."

Li Shuran walked in front holding the tablet, followed by the funeral procession with gongs and drums and the prostitutes in mourning.

The funeral procession was stopped by the police after a few steps.

The paunchy police officer said in a weird tone that Li Jingran was a criminal and was not allowed to hold a grand funeral, but only a secret funeral.

The author has something to say:

The estimate is wrong, I can't finish this chapter... I will finish the extra chapter tomorrow, Sunday 6!

In addition to this funeral extra chapter, there will be a future forum extra chapter, and these two extra chapters are tentatively scheduled. Is there anything else you guys would like to see? Leave me a message and I’ll see if I can write one.