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I don't know if it's a good thing or a bad thing, but the news of Shi Yu's death made Song Shihe's attitude towards Ji Yusheng somewhat relaxed. Although it was still not the same as before, at least he relaxed about whether he could live in Song Shihe's house.Song Shihe allowed him to stay at Shi Yu's house until Shi Yu's funeral.

But Ji Yusheng was not happy because he knew that once this incident passed, he and Mr. Song would be separated again.Even though he once sent an invitation to Song Shihe to come and see the exhibition he curated, he felt that there was a high probability that Song Shihe would not attend the appointment.When he thinks that he will be separated from his husband again, and the time of reunion is uncertain, whether it will be a few days, or a few weeks, or a few decades, his mood cannot be cheerful at all.

Song Shihe seemed to be aware of this, because in the past few days, Ji Yusheng always felt that he was back in the past.

Soon it was the day of the memorial service. Song Shihe and Ji Yusheng wore dignified and quiet plain clothes, took a wreath they had made earlier, and headed to the funeral home.

I thought it was a solemn and solemn place for the dead to rest in peace, but when Ji Yusheng and Song Shihe arrived at the memorial service, they found that there was a lot of people here, and the reporters kept chirping and asking questions, as if some grand event was being held The banquet was just like a banquet, except for the moment when the flashing light sounded like the moment before people fell into a deep sleep forever, everything else was incompatible with the pale and sad arrangement inside and outside the funeral to match the protagonist.Just like the poetry meeting that Ji Yusheng went to Muir Manor to find Song Shihe at that time, there was a false and superficial prosperity, like old copper and iron being painted with new paint, the surface looked bright and beautiful, but it was still covered up. Can't help the smell of rusty iron.

No matter how many people are crowding outside, it cannot conceal the coldness of the protagonist lying in the hall after experiencing despair.

Ji Yusheng saw a group of reporters surrounding the gate of the memorial service, and the center of the storm was naturally Cheng Yanbai who was full of impatience.In addition, another thing that surprised Ji Yusheng was that Cheng Yanbai rarely appeared with a glamorous face, but came into view with a thick haggard expression and Ji Yusheng was not sure if it was sad.

After scanning Yanbai, Ji Yusheng suddenly caught a glimpse of a familiar reporter, and he always felt as if he had seen this person somewhere.

Before Ji Yusheng could figure it out, Cheng Yanbai pushed away the reporter who was asking questions in front of him, strode towards him, then grabbed his wrist very hard, and pulled him towards him without grace. go inside.

Song Shihe, who was standing behind Ji Yusheng, immediately walked forward, took Cheng Yanbai's hand, and asked him with a straight face, "What are you doing?"

Unexpectedly, Cheng Yanbai glanced at Ji Yusheng coldly, and said to Song Shihe in a harsh tone: "Don't you ask what this person did?"

When Cheng Yanbai mentioned Shengsheng, Song Shihe's hand stopped immediately. He looked at Ji Yusheng, but found that Ji Yusheng was also stunned, thinking of something, so Song Shihe said, "Let go first, let's go in and talk."

Cheng Yanbai glared at Ji Yusheng again, hummed impolitely and arrogantly, then rudely shook off his hand, flicked his sleeves, and walked into the hall.

As soon as he entered the museum, he was cut off from the noisy voices of the reporters. Before he could hear the dirge, a voice hit Ji Yusheng's eardrums. The sound was as loud as an arrow that took it as a target. Why tell the media where it is today? Can't you let him have a good rest?"

Faced with such questioning, Ji Yusheng was stunned for a moment, and he asked suspiciously, "What are you talking about?"

Cheng Yanbai snorted coldly, and said disdainfully: "What are you pretending not to know! Among those strangers, I only told you, and I didn't tell anyone else, who else but you?" Cheng Yanbo spoke louder and pointed at It said: "Are you consuming him? Wu Shiyu still regards you as his friend. He is lying there, why do you still treat him like that?"

He came to his friend's funeral with a sad heart, but he was accused unreasonably, and this person was the one who had the least right to blame him. Ji Yusheng was also a little angry because of this.

Obviously, he was the one who was depressed when he was consuming, but now he actually blames others, which is really unreasonable.He once again felt unworthy for Shi Yu, why on earth did Shi Yu sacrifice himself for such a person?Everyone admires the supreme sincerity of the martyrs for their beliefs, but what if that is an unworthy belief?

Before he could retort, Song Shihe spoke first: "Your unreasonable slander is too rude." Song Shihe looked around and said, "Besides, the memorial service is a solemn occasion. As Shi Yu's Is it appropriate for lovers, even relatives, to yell here?"

"Heh. Then your 'good student' casually revealing the details of this memorial service is polite, isn't it appropriate?" Cheng Yanbai's words were full of sarcasm, as if he was uncovering Song Shihe's unhealed wound, Song Shihe fell silent for a moment.

Ji Yusheng could barely respond rationally to his slander, but the slander of Song Shihe could ignite him in an instant.

He remembered the source of the sense of familiarity when he saw the reporter who was crowded in the front just now.

"Although he said he closed his pen, Teacher Cheng's ability to turn black and white is still the same as before." Ji Yusheng couldn't help but stare at Cheng Yanbai with a stern face and said sarcastically.

Before Cheng Yanbai got angry, Ji Yusheng said sharply again: "Hasn't Mr. Cheng thought that he is being followed?"

"The company that published the headlines of Yu Martyr was the reporter who was standing at the front with the microphone just now?"

"Instead of doubting a person who can't get the slightest benefit from exposing this matter, shouldn't we doubt it first," Ji Yusheng pointed to the reporter who was like a hungry tiger outside the glass door, and said coldly: "These things can be obtained from this matter." A reporter who grabs attention and makes huge profits?"

Having said this, Ji Yusheng's face turned cold again.

"I'm surprised that you still have the nerve to mention the word "consumer Shi Yu". When Shi Yu does this, is the person who catches all the attention the dead?"

"Aren't you the one who consumed him?"

Cheng Yanbai looked at the direction of Ji Yusheng's finger, and was stunned when he heard his words.Because he suddenly remembered the suicide note Shi Yu left him, and the sentence in the suicide note.

"May my death grant you the apple of a king, the authority of a queen, and all the glory you could wish for."

So Shi Yu regards him as a consumer product for his pursuit of fame and fortune?

But he has been trying to get rid of these for a long time...