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Everyone had forgotten the form in surprise, and the calmest people couldn't help the smile at the corners of their mouths. On this day, the omnic cloud that hung over all human beings finally dissipated, and the sun once again shone on the earth.

At this moment, bad news came immediately: "Major Deer's brain waves have stopped!"

The atmosphere in the base suddenly fell into dead silence.

...

Su Xiangli wore regular clothes and received the Medal of the Republic instead of Lu Zhengkang.

Her face was very calm, almost not like a sixteen-year-old young girl.

When it was her turn to report to the stage, Lu Zhengkang's parents, relatives and friends were all there, and they couldn't cry.

"Today, I am honored to represent my closest comrade-in-arms, Comrade Lu Zhengkang, to accept the country's highest honor. This is a war without gunpowder and news. Fortunately, we have won beautifully. This kind of dedication in a difficult time demonstrates the Chinese nation. The spirit of children. In the face of natural and man-made disasters that infringe on people’s lives, any soldier, even ordinary people, have the courage to fight to the death, even if it is a fight that goes beyond our conventional knowledge, as long as there is a family in his heart, there is a country in his heart. , All sacrifices are the triumph of the strong..."

There was a wave of applause, and the flashing lights flickered like stars. The voice of Su Xiangli was spread across the country through communication equipment, and even every corner of the solar system where humans are based. Everyone knows that there is a sixteen-year-old boy in a scene. Dedicated in a secret war concerning the destiny of mankind.

After the meeting, in the side hall, Su Xiangli met with Lu Jiande and his wife.

Sun Hui's eyes were red, like a layer of vermilion lacquer was plated around her eye sockets, but she still smiled when she saw Su Xiangli, "Xiao Su, we Kangkang always mention you to us. You did a good job."

Lu Jiande said nothing, his face was pale, almost aphasia.

Of the two younger sisters, the second child, Sun Sheng, remained silent. The third child, Sun Ying, raised his head and greeted Su Xiangli: "Sister-in-law, is he dead?"

Su Xiangli looked at Sun Ying’s eyes, her cheeks were reflected in the child’s eyes, as if looking at herself, Su Xiangli didn’t know how to answer for a while, "...Yes." She told the truth, but Especially felt that he was handing out a sharp knife.

The little girl nodded. Now the children know what death is, and she comforts Su Xiangli in turn, "Sister-in-law, it’s okay, I read in the book that human death has three levels, and physical death is only the first level. , As long as we still remember him, Big Brother will not die."

Su Xiangli finally couldn't hold back the tears in her eyes. She squatted down to embrace the little girl, "Yes, Yingying, you are very sensible."

"This is what my elder brother taught me. He used to say that people are always mortal. I hope we don't cry at his funeral. Oh, yes, he has a special email with a song he wants to put on his funeral. He originally thought he would die in seven to eighty years. He also said that when the young people attending the funeral would think that he was old-fashioned. I will send you an email."

Mother Sun Hui scolded: "Sun Ying, don't mess around."

Lu Jiande turned his head and said nothing, but his shoulders trembled.

Tomorrow is July 17, 2093, the funeral of Lu Zhengkang.

There is a need to watch tonight, and at the same time, it is also the first seven.

In the mourning hall, there were lights and candles. In the banquet hall next door, the atmosphere of the funeral meal was indifferent. The expressions of the participants were rigid. Among them, there were Lu Zhengkang’s classmates, comrades, relatives and many strange family members. Some were immersed in sorrow. Here, some people just dine by themselves.

The joys and sorrows of human beings are especially clean in funerals.

In the early morning of the 17th, Lu Zhengkang’s body was sent to the incinerator. He was wrapped in a heavy shroud. This kind of clothing that is invisible in daily life made everyone present feel absurd when they saw it. The old tradition wraps the young and modern body, like the best footnote to the young death.

Only ten people were allowed to enter the observation room. The male elders of the Lu family, Lu Jiande and a few brothers, and Lu Zhengkang’s grandfather Lu Tingchu, Su Xiangli and his father Su Quanting were among the others. They were all waiting in the outside lounge.

The incinerator is fully automatic, and the body will ignite as soon as it enters. This cremation technology has been used for many years and is very safe.In order to take care of the family's emotions, the observation port is very small. Looking inside from the hole, only the orange flame jet can be seen. As for the appearance of the corpse, it is completely invisible.

Lu Jiande bowed and stared very hard. After looking for a while, he couldn't see anything clearly. He only knew that the body of his son, his bloodline heir, and his Miao ethnicity were burning inside.

At least, he died gloriously, and there is still a tomb that can be accommodated, but there is no need to be like the rest of the tribe, there is only an electronic token for people to look at after death.

But he is dead after all. This child has been with him for sixteen years. Lu Jiande witnessed his growth as if he was witnessing another more perfect and outstanding self. Now this copy of his life is finally gone first. .The physical existence of the material is being destroyed, and his thinking and brain have long since stopped, like a beautiful wall clock, when time is fixed forever, it is the moment when death is given.

Lu Jiande slowly squatted down, and several brothers came over and patted his back lightly.

When he was young, Lu Jiande experienced the death of his parents. The grief at that time made him feel that his heart was numb enough, but now, he found that it still hurts or bleeds, and even the scars of the past began to hurt. Up.

Soon, the cremation was over, and it was time to harvest the mortuary bones. However, what everyone saw was a small pile of shining relics, emitting a colorful rainbow on the burnt bed.

"Jiande! Your son has become a Buddha!"

...

At the funeral at noon, many reporters with long guns and short cannons suddenly broke in.

"What are you doing here? I won't accept interviews now!"

"Let's take a photo. I heard that Major Lu Zhengkang has become a Buddha. The editor-in-chief said that I won't report this and I will leave it tonight!"

"Yes! That's right!" all the reporters shouted.

"Then you are not afraid of eating prison food?"

"Be free! People have the right to get news!"

These people were forcibly taken away. At this moment, passionate music sounded at the funeral.

When the current music played, many elderly people were taken aback: "Who is playing the Digimon Evolution?!"

The reporters jumped for joy.

"Escape (everyone wants to escape when...)"

The second sister Sun Sheng and the younger sister Sun Ying hid between the audio and video. They should have played mourning, but the suicide note left by Lu Zhengkang marked: "Please play the following songs at my funeral-"Brave Heart", "Good Time" "", "The Godfather", "Love When I Die", "Always Go Home and See", "Borrow from Heaven for Five Hundred Years"."

The little girl folded her hands together, "Big Brother, I have fulfilled your wish!"

Sun Sheng took his sister and fled immediately, leaving the chicken feathers on the floor at the funeral.

Chapter 746. End of Volume Two

Su Xiangli looked at the panicking people, her mother's family looked blank, the father-in-law family was anxious, irrelevant outsiders from all walks of life, a few nodding acquaintances, the master of ceremonies and funerals, and Colonel Lin and others.Thousands of mouths, hundreds of hands, pointing at each other, noisily bursting out chaotic sentences, like a group of green ducks rushing into the vegetable market, creaking, no one knows what to do, no one understands himself where is it.There are only rows of tall monuments, rows of short tombstones, like a stall full of vegetables, so these people can't help but squeeze their eyes into the characters on these stones.

The chaos continued for a while, until Colonel Lin really couldn't see it, and walked to the front of the crowd, yelling to calm everyone down.

After all, attending a young man's funeral does not have to express too solemnity.

The Digimon Evolution was finally shut down by the busy staff.

The reporter was kicked out, and everything was moving in a good direction.

But before the master of ceremonies could finish speaking, a group of monks driving in suspension vehicles entered the cemetery again. They said that they were insiders in the funeral and interment industry, so they deceived the welfare workers who guarded the door.It’s strange to say that when the omnic crisis occurred, the corners of the road were filled with welfare workers waiting to be fed. However, people still miss those metal guys who look harmless to humans and animals, especially when they encounter bad ones. If the guarding cemetery is a group of machines, they can definitely stop the reporter and the monks together.

Similarly, if there are some guards with guns and live ammunition, the effect will be the same.

However, since I chose to arrange the cemetery in Jiangsu and Zhejiang, I have nothing to complain about.The reporters didn't come in without a mouth.

Su Xiangli slowly shrank from the front of the crowd to the periphery, turned on the phone, and sure enough, all kinds of news have been flying in the sky. All kinds of big media, official media, self-media, domestic and foreign countries, Earth and Moon, everyone is discussing Lu Zhengkang. , This amazing boy, but people seem to have no feelings about the content of the secret war, but are extremely interested in him personally.Up to now, Lu Zhengkang has been given a bunch of names, what is the fallen genius, what is the savior of postmodern crisis.

When someone praised, someone immediately jumped out to oppose them, and they listed Lu Zhengkang's cruel behavior in "Three Worlds", implying that he had a serious anti-social personality. The first such video came out, and there were countless immediately. People scolded in the comments.Some people support Major Deer, some people slander and kill, and a group of "lizhong customers" begin to persuade them. The scene is like a raging fire. The virtual world is crowded with people. The new news is like a torrential rain blown by a typhoon. It's dense and mixed with lightning.

The situation was reversed and reversed. Every footprint left by Lu Zhengkang from his birth was dug out, and some people plated their footprints with gold.All his actions show his uniqueness. People are like children watching meteors in the midsummer night. Some people feel that the beauty of the meteor is fading, while others regret why it can’t stay in the starry sky. Others feel that the meteor is really inexplicable. It doesn't have any impact on life at all, why do you make other people so fascinated.

The reporter's intrusion into Major Lu's funeral also caused an uproar on the Internet. For a time, the verbal criticism became more and more intense, and there were threats of human-like reporters and media gangsters. The chaos was full of chaos, and it was like a gang of demons.