The Great God of Net Wen was reborn in 1927

About this funeral, Shen Lingjun talked a little bit with Xu Shaoting.

"Ms. Ye is a celebrity in the Shanghai stock market, and because she had no children during her lifetime, the successor operation of the schools, textile factories, and relief stations she founded after her death has attracted the attention of the Shanghai stock market government."

Shen Lingjun said: "The school has been merged into the Women's Normal College, and the original person in charge of the aid station will continue to operate. The only profitable inheritance of the textile factory, Ms. Mary as the adoptive mother should be a reasonable inheritance in theory, but Ms. Ye has an additional clause in her will. If Mary Ms. Mary is willing to spend six-tenths of the profits of the textile factory to subsidize the rescue station and set up school scholarships every year, and Ms. Mary will inherit it. If she is not willing, she will entrust the Shanghai Municipal Government with full authority to testify, and several professional managers will be responsible for the company’s follow-up operations.”

Xu Shaoting didn't know anything about it, and he didn't care about it. He only asked at the end, "Is Ms. Mary willing?"

Although I only met this white lady once, and only spoke a few words, it was enough to understand that this lady Mary was full of strong hatred and contempt for Huaxia.

Shen Lingjun said: "I declined. I was also at the scene. Ms. Mary told the lawyer and the government staff that she was not interested in anything other than Ms. Ye's funeral, and she didn't need to discuss Ms. Ye's inheritance with her."

Xu Shaoting was silent for a while, and commented: "Maybe Ms. Mary is not short of this money, maybe she doesn't want anything to do with this land at all."

Shen Lingjun nodded in agreement, but then mentioned the funeral: "Ms. Mary wants to take full control of it, and the Shanghai Municipal Government has also sent people to intervene. Ms. Mary strongly advocates holding a Christian-style funeral, but people on your side strongly oppose it. As we all know, Ms. Ye was a staunch atheist during her lifetime."

"Only about the form of the funeral, we quarreled from day to night."

"So... is it like this now?" Xu Shaoting and Shen Ling walked to the shed without realizing it, and saw a familiar face. Teacher Zhang Qiuren was dressed in white. When everyone came, he lit incense and handed it to them. A few thirteen and fourteen-year-old children, both boys and girls, were burning paper with red eyes and wearing sackcloth and filial piety.

But Ms. Mary was nowhere to be seen.

The two of them walked over and took the lit incense from Teacher Zhang Qiuren, Xu Shaoting didn't know what to say, there were no tears in Zhang Qiuren's eyes, but his haggard face was several years old, which matched his age.

Seeing Xu Shaoting, he whispered, "Principal Ye must be very happy that you can come."

Xu Shaoting didn't say anything. He knew from the conversations of people around him that Zhang Qiuren was a student taught by Ms. Ye. In the early years when Ms. Ye founded the school, besides the principal and the founder, he also had to teach on the platform. Zhang Qiuren was taught by her when she was young One of the students I took.

So when he turned around and went to offer incense, he finally choked out a silent sentence: "Please mourn."

After finishing speaking, he walked over in three or two steps, and inserted the incense stick burning with white smoke into the ashes of the incense burner.

Shen Lingjun completely followed his movements, but saw that he did not bow to the photo like others did, but went to the kid who burned the paper and said to him: "I have something to burn for Principal Ye."

The boy couldn't make up his mind, so he turned his head to look at Zhang Qiuren without making up his mind, Xu Shaoting said in a low voice, "It's a follow-up to the novel I wrote, President Ye liked it when he was alive, bring it here and burn it for her to read."

Zhang Qiuren nodded, and the boy followed Xu Shaoting's actions casually, watching him open the kraft paper bag, take out the snow-white manuscript paper inside, fold several sheets and throw them into the brazier, Shen Lingjun stood aside, waiting until Xu Shaoting finished burning , the two walked out of the smoky shed together.

He covered his mouth and nose and shook his head and said, "Huaxia-style funerals are indeed a bit noisy, and the tradition of burning paper... is very unfriendly to the surrounding environment and the people who come to the funeral."

Xu Shaoting said: "I don't like Chinese-style funerals either. If I die, I will burn a handful of ashes and scatter them in the sea or just bury them under trees as fertilizer."

Shen Lingjun looked at him in surprise, as if hearing someone say this for the first time, he said: "The funeral is also a chance for your family and friends to say goodbye to you for the last time."

Then he heard the young man beside him reply quite indifferently: "It's just that they bid farewell to the dead unilaterally. It is impossible for the dead to bid farewell to the living again."

"So the so-called funeral, in essence, is just for the living to see."

"Your thoughts are too negative." Shen Lingjun shook his head, "Did Principal Ye's death bring you such a big blow?"

The reason why he said this was because what the young man said made him seem to touch another side of him, a kind of rather cold attitude towards people and things that he completely unexpected This world has been too long, and even I have become a spectator to myself.

Xu Shaoting asked rhetorically, "Maybe I've always been so negative, it's just that you didn't realize it."

Shen Lingjun stopped the words in a good temper: "We'd better not have any disputes at the funeral."

Seeing him like this, Xu Shaoting belatedly realized that he was losing his temper just now—or it should be said that he angered the innocent people around him.

He suddenly sank down again, and Shen Lingjun walked in another direction with the flow of people.

Shen Lingjun said to him: "It was Chinese style just now. I will say goodbye to Ms. Ye later. Ms. Mary invited the pastor, so at this funeral, we can see two traditions from different countries appearing here at the same time. .”

Hearing this, Xu Shaoting thought in his heart: Originally, with so many people coming, it would inevitably be a mess, but now that it is in this form, it is adding chaos to chaos.

Feeling even more sad in his heart, he opened his mouth and called out "Senior Brother" honestly, apologizing for what he said just now: "I shouldn't blame you."

Shen Lingjun took a deep look at him: "You just have too many feelings in your heart, and it's because I don't have any friendship with Ms. Ye."

"Principal Ye is a very good person." Of course Xu Shaoting would not criticize Shen Lingjun for such words, but just replied like this.

Shen Lingjun nodded in agreement, but also bluntly said: "Ms. Ye is only a little better than a stranger to me, and I am not as familiar with Ms. Mary as I am."

"Then what if... one day you come to the funeral and I'm the protagonist?" the boy asked suddenly.

Shen Lingjun was stunned, Xu Shaoting blurted out, already regretting it, he laughed at himself and said: "I just said that I don't want to hold a funeral after I die."

She thought in her heart that Shen Lingjun might scold him, how could she say such frustrating words.

I heard the people around me reply: "If it were you, I might behave exactly the same as you today."

"How... how did I behave today?"

"Pale and silent, with a sad demeanor." Shen Lingjun replied, "a kind of cold and hard sadness."

"It seems that your Mandarin...needs to improve. This is the first time I heard such a description."

Shen Lingjun replied as a matter of course: "Even if you are sad, it will be different from person to person, so the way you express it is also different."

The two chatted in such a mess, and before Xu Shaoting could change his words, "You can try to write a novel in such a way of describing", the surroundings gradually became quiet, and someone organized everyone to stand in a few rows one by one. At this moment, they saw The tall white British aristocrat, Ms. Mary, was dressed in black, holding a bouquet of white flowers, standing in front of the tombstone with a hint of belated arrival.

As Shen Lingjun said, Ms. Mary still invited a pastor, but at least she didn't give Principal Ye a Christian status after her death, but simply let the pastor serve as the funeral host.

Although after talking about Ms. Ye's life, the pastor with gray hair and a lot of beard still brought private goods and said a few words "God will bless Ms. Ye", but I have to admit that it has a Western form: for example Weddings and funerals, their set of sentences are always extraordinarily moving.

The vows at their wedding were touching, and the eulogy at their funeral was solemn enough.

In the dark crowd, facing the cold wind in the autumn morning of the Shanghai stock market, in the pastor's heavy "today, a lady, a mother's child, a father's daughter, the teacher of countless students...she died here ..." In his slightly hoarse and old voice, mixed with the sound of the wind, someone let out a low and suppressed sob, and finally a funeral seemed to be what it should be.

The people present felt the sadness they should have for the funeral. Xu Shaoting was completely at a loss among the black crowd. Since yesterday, nothing has been more emotional than this. After listening to what the pastor said in a daze, the people in front stepped forward one after another. .

After waiting for him, Shen Lingjun gave him a push, and he followed the people in front. Someone handed him a white flower, and he took it until he reached the tombstone. Ms. Mary took it away, and imitated the people in front of them to put white flowers in front of the tombstone.

But staring at the black and white photo on the tombstone, his eyes were already red when he left.

He is like a person who has been dull for too long, regardless of his past and present, he always looks indifferent and lazy, and he is also like a robot that has been rusted for too long. After everyone is sad, the parts are finally restarted.

When I saw the tombstone, I suddenly realized: I really will never see this Principal Ye again.

The great sadness in his heart far outweighed his grief, until the funeral was over, when Xu Yanran and Mrs. Zhang came looking for Zhenzhen, they saw Shen Lingjun wiping his tears with a handkerchief.

This made Xu Yanran and Zhang Shi startled.

He snatched the handkerchief to wipe his eyes, and said in a muffled voice, "My heart... I feel very uncomfortable."

He turned his back again and said with a firm mouth: "It will be fine in a while, don't look at me."

Several people looked at each other, and the two ladies looked at Shen Lingjun suspiciously, and Shen Lingjun hurriedly explained: "I didn't bully Shaoting."

Then I heard the tearful boy say in a daze: "Principal Ye didn't even have time to finish the novel."

In this situation, the two ladies also reacted and understood, and they couldn't bear it, Xu Yanran whispered: "It's okay to cry."

As soon as the words were finished, another female voice came in coldly.

Several people saw Ms. Ye's Caucasian adoptive mother approaching, and said in a blunt tone: "Come here, I have something to give you."