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"stand at attention!"

"Take off the hat!"

"salute!"

The neatly arranged police officers took off their hats, paid attention, and saluted.

Tu Liang’s body lay in an ice coffin in the middle of the hall, with a serene look, dressed in a police uniform and covered with bright party flags. The yellow chrysanthemum and white chrysanthemum around the ice coffin lined together like a ladder, solemn and solemn. He was surrounded by flowers, silent, and slept straight like a pine.

In the low mourning, the old leader who presided over the ceremony mourned the eulogy.

"Comrade Tu Liang, who has been involved in the detection of more than 300 criminal cases for 12 years since he was a policeman...Self-serving and servant, brave and fearless, always fighting on the front line of public security...Comrade Tu Liang was awarded the first-class hero of the national public security system, Kyoto The title of the Municipal Excellent People's Police, won the third class three times, the second class once..."

With the euphoric speech of the old leader, the electronic display screen of the memorial hall has been scrolling through the life stories of Tu Liang.

He smiled on the training ground as follows,

With a smiley face holding a trophy on the podium,

He sits at his desk meditating,

He had a muscular look when he captured the crime...

One by one, she recalled the photos and sent her voice to the front, as if Tu Liang was in front of her.

In the hall, there was a low sob.

Someone outside the hall also cried in a whisper...

After commemorating the eulogy, while queuing up to look at the forgiveness, the depressed atmosphere in the hall finally collapsed into a sea of ​​crying.

"Old Tu, brothers are here to send you the last trip!"

"Brother Tu, let's go!"

"Lao Tu, be a brother in my next life!"

"...Old Tu, let's go!"

"Lao Tu... Say it's a good case and come back to treat you, why are you leaving..."

"..."

Everyone walked around the ice coffin in mourning.

Shen Wenjing, dressed in a linen suit, took her daughter to the ice coffin, helped Tu Liang's gray-haired old mother, and bowed to everyone for thanks.

She kept crying, just tears in the corners of her eyes, sliding down.

"Sister-in-law, grief!"

"Sister-in-law... by the way!"

"..."

Xiang Wan followed Bai Muchuan to Shen Wenjing and saw Tu Liang in the ice coffin...

Tears have blurred his eyes.

At this moment, she did not know what she could say.

The larynx seemed to be infarcted, and no sound could be made except the nose.

"Sister-in-law, aunt, grief..." Bai Muchuan's words were nothing new.

After he finished, he gently touched Tu Siya's little head, "Obey! What's the matter, call your uncle!"

Tu Siya's eyes were red, as if she had cried.

But in the end, the child is a child, and she has no real knowledge of death...

"Thank you uncle!" She remembered the thank-you gift taught by her mother, bowed to Bai Muchuan and Xiang Wan...

The little one, wearing a filial child, finally let Xiang Wan burst into tears.

"Woo... Brother Tu! You have to go!"

A group of big men shouted loudly, all crying awkwardly.

"Tu Liang, let's go!" Xiang Wan looked at the ice coffin and took a last look. He said silently, and then stepped out of the hall and rushed into the square where snowflakes were flying.

Squat down, cry on your knees...

...

He put a hand on his shoulder and squeezed it hard, but there was no sound.

Xiang Wan did not look up, she knew who it was.

So, tears flow even more joy!

"Don't cry." Bai Muchuan's voice was soft.

Xiangye didn't see him crying just now, even though his eyes were red.

But she knew that Bai Muchuan should be more uncomfortable than her...

After all, he and Tu have more time and feelings at the show than she...

"Bai Muchuan, I am really sad. I was thinking just now, if that day was not my birthday, would Tu Liang not sacrifice?"

If it were not for her birthday, Bai Muchuan would not go to Jincheng.

If Bai Muchuan does not go to Jincheng, things will not be handed over to Tu Liang...

Many things are like this, as long as there is a small turning point in the middle, it will change the final outcome.

"I blame myself!" Xiang Ye raised her tears like a helpless child, "...I even think it's all my fault. If I don't leave West City at the beginning, don't leave you, all the results Different."

"Fool!" Bai Muchuan sighed quietly, pulling her up and looking directly at her eyes, "there is no one in life or death. Everyone has to go through it, sooner or later."

"But I--"

"It's none of your business!" Bai Muchuan pursed his lips, his eyes hurt, and his voice was low and mute, "If you must blame, you should blame me. Not you, you know?"

"..." Xiangye sucked his nose and was speechless.

"But neither your self-blame nor my self-blame is what Tu Liang wants to see. He is the most loyal person!"

Xiang Wan thought of Tu Liang's smiling face.

With tears in her eyes, she cried even more.

"Xiao Xiangwan! Don't cry!" Bai Muchuan wiped her gently with her fingers. As the result wiped more and more, she couldn't help but sigh, "If one day I also sacrificed, I hope you are stronger..."

"Don't talk nonsense!"

Xiangye can't hear the word now.

"You will not!"

"Who knows?" Bai Muchuan looked at her, pulling her lips lightly. "On the criminal police line, I have sent a lot of comrades off... It is hard to guarantee that one day, it will not be my turn!"

"Bai Muchuan!" growled Xiang Wan, "I don't allow you to say that."

He looked at her with no expression on his face.

"I said no, no!"

Four eyes are opposite.

He actually smiled.

The smile fluttered in the snowflakes, like crying.

"Okay, I listen to you. No!"

...

In the afternoon of the same day, he dragged his luggage, ready to fly to Jincheng.

Tomorrow is the annual general meeting of Wenquan Academy, which will be held in Jincheng.

She has to go back today.

The ticket was booked two days ago, and the time was just right.

Bai Muchuan did not call the driver and drove her to the airport in person.

The snow in Kyoto stopped at noon.

But it was still cold as usual.

Bai Muchuan tucked her into the car, fastened her seat belt, then sat back in the cab and turned on the heater.

"After getting on the plane, remember to ask the stewardess to bring you a blanket!"

"Huh!" Xiang Ye nodded obediently.

"Don't be stupid!" Bai Muchuan seemed to tell a child, "If you have anything to do after returning to Jincheng, just tell me! If you are not easy to deal with, I might be very convenient..."

"Huh!" Xiang Wan focused on again.

What can happen?

Compared to life and death, those are feathers!

She doesn't feel that she needs Bai Muchuan's help.

"Ah!" Bai Muchuan looked at her like this and sighed again.

"Okay! After crying, things will pass. Let's go back and be happy, do you know?!"

"I know." Xiang Wan finally said a few more words, then turned around and looked at him with red eyes. "You are the same."

"Me?" Bai Muchuan whispered, "I won't cry!"

"...I just don't want to take you through."

A man went to the toilet for half an hour before coming out, and who was the man with red eyes?

Isn’t he crying, is he crying at someone?

Bai Muchuan glanced at her with a lip corner, "Really! I... I can't cry anymore!"

There was another silence.

Xiang Wanzheng didn't know how to answer the call, so he heard him chuckling.

"Crying is the least solution to the problem! It will only reduce human thinking ability and IQ!"

"..." He sniffed his nose, crying and laughing.

"However, a woman can." Bai Muchuan turned his head, and there was a glorious spoil in his eyes. "This is a privilege given to women by God!"

"Oh!" exhaled to Xiangwan, "Okay. Then I will call you at night and cry again!"

"Yes, there is no shoulder to rely on, I'm afraid you will be flooded with tears!"

"Go to hell!"

Xiang Wan whispered to him, no joke like before.

The car finally left the city and the scenery behind it...

The sadness of the memorial service can no longer be heard.

...

Fang Yuanyuan returned to Jincheng yesterday. She was waiting at Jincheng Airport.

On the way back, she told Xiang Wan a lot about this annual meeting.

On weekdays, the author and the author, and the author and the editor, can only communicate online, and there are few opportunities for face-to-face, so when I think of seeing so many people tomorrow, Xiangyue is a little nervous. In her noisy, her thinking gradually returned from Kyoto to Jincheng, and from the case came to her online literature world.

"Tomorrow is better dressed! You have to walk the red carpet!" Fang Yuanyuan said.

"Ah?" Xiang Wan frightened, "So formal?"

"Must! Live broadcast on the platform! Your readers will see you! There will be interaction..." Fang Yuanyuan glanced at her, "Remember to wear a dress!"

"Dress!?"

Xiang Wan didn't have this concept at all.

"I'm going, didn't I tell you that day?" Fang Yuanyuan understood her, "Dare to feel that you are not prepared at all, right?"

"……Yes."

Where's the mind to prepare the dress!

Either the case or the memorial service, the whole person was ignorant.

It was only then that Fang Yuanyuan was dragged back from that world.

Fang Yuanyuan can't wait to strangle her, "Xiang Wan, are you sure you listen to my words?"

"...Not sure."

Not only!

She didn't even remember what Fang Yuanyuan said.

"I'm going!" Fang Yuanyuan patted the steering wheel, "Well, who will let me owe you the last life? Accompany you to buy it at night!"

"Thank you!" Xiang Wan squeezed her lips lightly and put her face together seriously. "Can I ask? How much did you owe me in your life?"

"...Hi! How are you owing so much!?" Fang Yuanyuan gritted his teeth, "Isn't it about two or three million things? As for the debt collection to come to this life?"

"..."

With Fang Yuanyuan, people will be happy.

This is something that has been discovered for a long time.

This girl lived happily.

And she herself, thinking too much in her heart, sometimes can't be free and easy!

However, Minger's annual meeting still has to get up!

You can’t let your biological readers see her, disappointed, not right?

...

That evening, the authors at the meeting were almost all there and lived in the Jincheng Hotel.

There was a lot of fun in the group that was pulled temporarily for the annual meeting.

The big guy tweeted about talking non-stop, shopping, eating, friendly and peaceful.

However, Xiang Wan, a local, did not go to the hotel and did not bubble up in the group.

One is not familiar with the author, the other is not knowing what to say.

At this juncture, public opinion about her is flying. How do people think of her, it is impossible to say that they do not care at all...

So, it sounded wrong at this time, no matter what was said.

She chose silence.

When it was Fang Yuanyuan, before accompanying her to buy a dress, she went around Jincheng Hotel to show her face.

Several authors from the Fangyuanyuan group came to the annual meeting. She met everyone in the past and got a lot of good wishes for "weave beautiful" and "weave thin". All laugh.

"The editor of Yan Value Online is really flattering!"

"..." Xiang Wan gave her a white eye.

"Ah! It would be nice to lose another twenty pounds." Fang Yuanyuan looked at the street lamp with longing. "Wait, every fat man is a potential stock, and a peerless beauty will be born!"

"In my eyes, you have always been peerless!"

"Uh?" Fang Yuanyuan looked at her beautifully, "Really?"

"Well, absolutely secular!"

"..." Fang Yuanyuan scolded, "I rely on!"

Xiang Wan thought she was ruining herself and grinned.

But she saw her face sinking down, picked up her phone and looked, suddenly angry.

"These keyboard men are really under-packed!"

"What's wrong?" Xiang Xiang asked.

"Nothing..." Fang Yuanyuan picked up her phone and dragged her arm again, "Forget it, let's go, let's buy a dress!"

She slanted a glance towards the night, silently, withdrew her hand silently and slid away her phone.

In the management group, Huangfu sent a link.

That was a post from the forum.

These days, Xiang Wan rarely pays attention to these terrible things. The news of the management group has also chosen to block...

But looking at Fangyuanyuanqi's virtue, she couldn't help but open the link.

…Well, yes, it's her black material and gossip.

But this wave of fighting people is more fierce and ruthless than before, and their mouths are more poisonous.

From the line of words, they are fans of Mu Ershao!

A group of people who scolded the most fiercely, they even called themselves "Mu Ershao's wife powder"...

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