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Su Xiangli looked down at the recording and broadcasting of a concert. This was the first and last time that the Su Huai Fei Xing band appeared on the stage. All the comments were blessings and remembrances. Countless people found it in the music for only three minutes. The resonance and meaning of life.

In the end, it was the song "Kill the Shijiazhuang Man" by the grandfather. Although the sound was muted, the atmosphere was in place and the memory was still fresh.Su Xiangli thought that it was time to see his old man, not knowing whether he was doing well.

The monks waited quietly, disregarding the strange look of everyone, when Lu Zhengkang's urn was brought out, they moved forward three steps excitedly, and finally, an old monk took the initiative to walk to Lu Jiande's body, "Donor Please, Lao Na heard that the true Buddha came out of the faithful family, so he specially came to pay respect to the golden body."

Regarding religions, everyone maintains a detached respect.

The old abbot asked: "Can we see the relic of Deer Bodhisattva?"

"I'm afraid not." Lu Jiande looked down at the urn and the black and white photo of his son.There was someone holding an umbrella next to it to prevent the sun from shining on the urn. However, there was not much light on the dense clouds that day.

The old abbot turned his head and looked at a thin middle-aged monk. The other nodded at him. The abbot immediately knew, put his hands together and bowed to Lu Jiande, "I saw the true Bodhisattva today. Take a full body photo in front of him, and we are going to make a golden body for him to be used in the temple.

Sun Hui came over and shook her head at her husband.There was also a layer of frost on the mother's face with dried tears, cold like a ceramic mask.

"Sorry."

The abbot bowed his head and folded his head together, "It's okay, the sea of ​​red dust, the sea of ​​thorns, withered trees, and two hearts in one trace. Now that the living Buddha has returned to the west, leaving the great love in the world, monks will not cling to the mere relics. Amitabha, the donor takes care.

The monks still walked in the suspended car, watching them red and yellow, the gold and silver backs disappeared behind the black car windows, and everyone who attended the funeral was a little bit unspeakable.

I don't know who suddenly laughed, and everyone shook their heads, expressing disdain and contempt for this group of religious professionals.

The urn was sent into the tomb, the cover was closed, and then sealed with glue.

In the gloomy Jiangnan, it really started to rain a little bit.

...

Su Xiang left to the Ping An Nursing Home to inquire about the information of an elderly Lu Xuefeng, but was told that he had passed away half a month ago.

"what?!"

The staff looked at Su Xiangli's shocked face, squinted his eyes, and suddenly smiled and said, "Are you the Su Xiangli? Major Lu's girlfriend?

Su Xiangli didn't want to answer, but asked, "This Lu Xuefeng is the grandfather of Major Lu, why is there no news of his death?"

The staff member said compassionately: "He made his own will, and we didn't allow us to send news to relatives. Only a young man came to arrange funeral affairs for him."

"Why do you just let an old man make a decision like this?"

"Every citizen has the right to decide on his own funeral and interment process. These matters were filled out in the application form for entering the nursing home. Comrade Lu Xuefeng's family had no objections at the time, so the whole process was in compliance with the regulations."

Su Xiangli took a deep breath, "Then, did the young man who arranged his funeral leave contact information?"

"Yes, it's a gay man named Zheng Qilu."

Chapter 747: The End of Volume Three

Su Xiangli contacted Zheng Qilu.

Some things couldn't be explained clearly on the phone, so they went to a familiar cold drink shop to discuss in detail. This place was owned by the public, and both Su Xiangli and Zheng Qilu felt comfortable.

Relatively speaking, Lu Zhengkang and Zheng Qilu are more familiar with each other. He also called Mr. Zheng, Su Xiangli and Mr. Zheng are just nodding acquaintances.

Zheng Qilu's face has blue stubble, and his hair is still so greasy. He doesn't seem middle-aged, but also very vicissitudes.In the past half year, the more people who know more, the greater the psychological pressure.He now has the meaning of remaining alive.

Not long ago, he arranged for the funeral of his old friend Lu Xuefeng. Zheng Qilu's heart was always darkened. Seeing Su Xiangli, this little child, he looked like an adult, especially her eyes. It's also uncomfortable.

"When did grandpa leave?"

"It was almost on the third day of this month, and I received news that it was the early morning of the fourth day. He didn't let anyone know."

"Has the grandfather left anything?"

"Yes, he left something in the account of Ciyi Reading Disk Company, for you and Xiaolu. It was originally..." Zheng Qilu thought of the boy's smile, and choked for a while, "It was originally, the content is different, The ones left to you are different from those left to him. Now, I will give you both keys."

Memory archiving is an emerging technology industry.It is not really extracting the memory, but leaving a recorded holographic image for others to view.

Su Xiangli received two electronic certificates and said goodbye to Zheng Qilu.

Riding on the floating car, all the way to the service desk of Ciyi Reading Disk Company, Su Xiangli first read the content left by her grandfather.

Walking into an empty white room, the walls and ceiling are covered with silencing materials, here is quietly allowing people to hear hallucinations.The staff brought an iron tray, and the white VR glasses placed on it looked cold.

"Are you medical staff?"

"correct."

"Okay, thank you."

Su Xiangli put on his glasses and the staff left silently.

The lights in the room dimmed, and then a sea of ​​turbid waves appeared before Su Xiangli's eyes.

The grandfather stood on the gray and thin sandy beach, gazing at the round moon on the sea level, the sky was covered by sparse gray-blue twilight, the sun had fallen below the horizon, and the stars were looming in the clean and sparse sky.The wind kept blowing from behind to the sea, Su Xiangli still sat on the chair and did not move.

Lu Xuefeng looked at it for a while, then slowly turned around, revealing his old and decayed face. Today, he is wearing a Chinese tunic suit, very formal.

"Stu Xiangli, how are you doing lately?" The grandfather slowly walked to Su Xiangli. His declining torso made people suspicious that he would be able to fall if he beats faster.

"Grandpa, I'm fine these days." Su Xiangli smiled.

"Well, you will be the wife of my Lu family in the future." Lu Xuefeng scowled, "I can see that you can go all the way. Although Lu Zhengkang is smart, he is a man after all. Sometimes it will be rougher. If he is sorry for you, don’t get used to him. It’s okay to hit him twice, he will not fight back."

Su Xiangli pursed his mouth, narrowed his eyes, shook his head, but nodded hard.

Lu Xuefeng's memory grinned, "Wait a moment." He went to pick up some dry branches, and not far from Su Xiang, dug a small firepit, arranged the branches, and lit a bonfire.

Without knowing where it came from, he took out a small clay pot and shook it. There was a rustle inside. He rushed the mouth of the pot towards Su Xiangli, "No, pork belly, potatoes, dried peppers, and star anise bay leaves. I will teach you how to make potatoes. Stewed pork. Lu Zhengkang likes this one the most. As long as you learn this, he will definitely follow his advice."

Cut the pork into large cubes. Choose the varieties with sufficient starch content for the potatoes. Cut the hob cubes. The spices can be freely used. Instead of adding water, use Shaoxing rice wine instead of pork, soy sauce soy sauce and yellow rock sugar. Put them on a small fire. Cook slowly on top.

Taking advantage of this time, Lu Xuefeng babbled, "Xiao Su, girls still have to learn to cook. Don’t think that grandpa’s old concept is that cooking is not to satisfy other people’s appetites, even those who can cook. No matter how hard it is, there are ways to comfort yourself, as long as you learn to cook and be organized, life will not be troublesome for you.

"Grandpa is a dying person, and has never been serious about teaching you anything, but Lu Zhengkang said, your mother is very good at cooking, I guess I can't see the day you get married, so I have no fate to say hello to your family. Xiao Su, you are more sensible than Lu Zhengkang. What is wrong with him, first ask him the reason. My wife and I are like this. Every time she is dissatisfied with me, she will first ask me what I think. At first, my mouth was dumb, and I couldn't speak clearly, but slowly, my eloquence became better.

"Grandpa doesn't know what you like right now. I have deposited all the rags I left behind in the bank. Go and check it out. Then go to the counter and ask Lu Xuefeng to report my ID, and the password is you. The phonetic initials of the name plus the date of birth, take whatever you want. Thanks to you, let me have a temporary social letter, otherwise the bank will not let me open an account."

A pot of stewed pork with potatoes will be finished immediately. Lu Xuefeng used a chicken bowl to serve vegetables. It was full, and the color was bright red. Under the moonlit night, the wind blew the aroma to the sea. Su Xiangli took a piece and put it. In his mouth, the scene before him suddenly collapsed.

Back to the empty white room.

Between the lips and teeth, it seems that there is really a sweet, salty, spicy braised pork.

Su Xiangli sighed, took off the VR glasses, covered his face with both hands, and rested for a long time.

The staff came in, "Do you want to see the next video?"