[Military Text] Special Era

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Wen Rui used to avoid scenes like today's if he could, but now it's his brother's funeral, so he can only bite the bullet and walk inside.When Zu Tiange saw Guan Zhilin first, he felt a little kind, but he couldn't remember it for a while.

Guan Zhilin greeted him. He was Wenjie's class monitor and best friend. The two later entered a university and studied in different departments.

"You..." Guan Zhilin looked at Zu Tiange, "Why is the senior here?" Then he turned to Wen Rui, "Long time no see."

Wen Rui didn't forget Guan Zhilin, but he didn't have much contact with his family during the four years of military school and one year in the army, so he naturally didn't know that Guan Zhilin was his brother's best friend.

Wen Rui was taller than the other party, looking down slightly, "Guan Zhilin?"

"It's me!" Guan Zhilin became excited, "Why are you here?"

The reunion of old friends has not yet been staged, Wen Shaobo's tired figure appeared at the door, "Wen Rui, why are you here now." Unsurprisingly, there was a little blame in his voice.

Wen Rui couldn't explain to his father that last night he knew Wen Jie was going to have a funeral today and drank so much, it really shouldn't be.

Zu Tiange suddenly said beside him: "The taxi broke down on the road, and we replaced it." To him, this was a white lie. Since Wen Rui couldn't tell it, he would do it for him.

Wen Shaobo looked at the tall and handsome young man next to his son, he was probably the comrade Wen Rui mentioned.Wen Shaobo nodded to Zu Tiange as a greeting.

"Uncle Wen, let me express my condolences." Zu Tiange said in a deep voice.

Watching Wen Shaobo turn around, Wen Rui and Zu Tiange followed, leaving Guan Zhilin confused behind.

The Mei Hall can accommodate 150 people, and Wen Shaobo and Xiao Shumin have nearly a hundred relatives, friends, and colleagues, which shows that they are usually very popular.Many of Wenjie's high school and college classmates also came, and the Mei Hall was densely packed with people.Xiao Shumin was crying, and Zu Tiange saw Wen Shaobo walking over to hug her, and an old man in his 70s beside him suddenly passed out, so anxious that Xiao Shumin broke away from her husband's arms and threw herself at the fainted old man.

Seemingly knowing what Zu Tiange was thinking, Wen Rui explained: "That's Aunt Xiao's mother, Wen Jie's grandmother."

Many relatives of Xiao's family surrounded Wenjie's grandmother, and the old people in Wen's family were gone, leaving only one uncle.The uncle and his wife stood together and were busy greeting the guests who came to express their condolences. When he saw Wen Rui, he ran over with red eyes and hugged his nephew, choked up and speechless.

"It's good to be back, it's good to be back." My aunt also followed by wiping tears.

Zu Tiange stepped aside quietly, looking at Wen Rui's sad side face.He thought that the kid's sadness at the moment largely came from his uncle's warm embrace, not his dead brother Wenjie.After standing alone for a few minutes, Guan Zhilin walked over, and Zu Tiange had already recognized who he was, the same student who followed Wen Rui with a silly face and always looked at him with adoring eyes.

"Senior."

The stupidity hasn't changed.

Zu Tiange said: "You are here too."

Guan Zhilin's face suddenly changed, tears streaming down his face, "I...I...Wenjie..."

Zu Tiange picked up a pack of tissues from the table and handed them to Guan Zhilin, "Wipe first, the snot all comes out."

Guan Zhilin sniveled and burst into tears, regardless of whether Zu Tiangele was willing to listen, he talked intermittently about his seven-year friendship with Wen Jie, and said that he never thought that Wen Rui, the intercollegiate man of the year, was actually Wen Jie half brother.Wen Jie never mentioned it, and only laughed when his classmates talked about that legend.

Zu Tiange judged from Guan Zhilin's description that Wen Jie was a good young man, but unfortunately he died young.Wen Rui left his uncle and walked towards Zu Tiange, his face was pale and blue.Guan Zhilin was dragged away by his college classmates, and the tears of several young people rolled in their eyes.

"Aren't you going to help?" Zu Tiange stared at Wen Shaobo, Xiao Shumin, and a bunch of relatives around.

Wen Rui shook his head silently.

"are you OK?"

Wen Rui sat on the chair against the wall, "I won't go there, my father only asked me to come."

"This is very strange." Zu Tiange said.

Wen Rui smiled and said nothing.

The funeral proceeded in an orderly manner, and when they bid farewell to the body, Xiao Shumin and her mother cried and passed out again.Wen Shaobo didn't ask Wen Rui for help no matter how difficult it was, but only took a few moments to glance at him, as if to find some courage from his only remaining son.

The body was about to enter the cremation hall, Xiao Shumin knelt on the ground and wailed loudly, and everyone present was in tears.

Wen Rui stood up, "I'll go see him."

"You go." Zu Tiange responded.

Wen Rui walked out of the Mei Hall while others were unprepared, and he wanted to take one last look at Wen Jie before Wen Shaobo and Xiao Shumin arrived at the cremation hall. Ten minutes later, Wen Jie entered the crematorium in the grief of his relatives.

Standing on the spacious parking lot in front of the funeral home, Wen Rui pretended to be relaxed and asked, "Do you believe in fate?"

Zu Tiange lit a cigarette, "I don't believe it."

Wen Rui grabbed the cigarette and stuffed it into his mouth, but coughed up tears because he couldn't smoke.Zu Tiange didn't stop him, and let him cough and smoke.

"Once upon a time there was a child..." Wen Rui moved his lips amidst the smoke.

"You are really old-fashioned at the beginning." Zu Tiange teased, but the atmosphere did not improve.

Wen Rui took two deep breaths, his lungs ached, Zu Tiange suddenly hugged him, and pressed his head to his neck.Soon, the cloth on the shoulders was soaked with liquid, and Wen Rui said in a crying voice, "I'm really not sad that the child died, we are not a mother."

"Deceive yourself." Zu Tiange patted Wen Rui's stiff back lightly, "It's not shameful to cry." Wen Rui hugged Zu Tiange's shoulders with both hands, crying silently in his arms for the first time.

Wen Shaobo came out holding the ashes, and the band started beating again, but they couldn't cover up the cries of their loved ones.A group of people were going to the cemetery to bury Wen Jie. Guan Zhilin walked over and handed Wen Rui a note tearfully, "Uncle Wu asked you to go to the restaurant to have a look at the banquet. This is the address."

Wen Rui took the note, Guan Zhilin turned around and chased after the large army.

Qinfang Restaurant is not far from Fengcheng Garden, and Wen Shaobo and the others won't be back until noon at the earliest, so Wen Rui still has time to go home and rest for a while after walking around.

"Hangover is hard. Take a break. I'll call you in an hour." Zu Tiange pointed at Wen Rui's dark circles.

Wen Rui was still curled up on the sofa like last night, with Zu Tiange sitting beside him.The air conditioner was turned on to dry the sweat, but it could not dry the tears of the soul.Wen Rui's mouth is hard and his heart is soft. He is more sad than he imagined for his brother's death.

"Why bother?" Zu Tiange sighed softly.

This family gave him a strange feeling, Wen Rui seemed out of tune with it, just like today's half-brother's funeral, he is not even as good as an outsider.Except for relatives, almost no one knew that he was the elder brother of the deceased, and the degree to which no one felt it was simply breathtaking.

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