Chapter 2022 No Matter Good or Bad, Buried in Peace

This faint female voice shook Hong Taishan's body as if he was telling a story, making everyone jump up in fright.

"I'll go, I'll go! Phew! Enough is enough! Enough is enough!"

Hong Taishan opened his mouth quickly, as if explaining a second later, his life would be in danger.

As he was talking, Hong Taishan wanted to show off his profound knowledge for a while.

It was also after working in a plastic processing factory that Hong Taishan's knowledge gradually began to broaden.

After hanging out with my group of brothers for a long time, I have heard a lot about supercars and international events.

Said that this is what a big money should look like.

No, just now when the group of old women and women asked him something, Hong Taishan instantly realized the greatness of knowledge, and he began to speak in the words he thought were the most expert.

But I forgot about Yunjian.

Suddenly regaining consciousness at this moment, Hong Taishan turned pale with fright.

After listening to Hong Taishan's words, the old women and women in the circle also understood the list of secret agent killers.

Combined with what Hong Taishan said just now, could it be that Yunjian is on the list of international spies...

The group of old women and women also trembled.

"My sister Jian bought this car from my friend, and my friend also bought it from a friend of a friend. I heard that it has passed on to many people.

"As for the characters on the list of international spy killers you mentioned, perhaps, this car does belong to that person. After all, this car has been around for several years. Since that person is a figure on the list of international spy killers, he should not always You drive this old car, don't you?"

After receiving Yunjian's gaze, Qingyou explained.

It has to be said that what Qingyou made up and made up is really true to everyone's ears.

"Let me just say, this is unscientific! She is Yun Gang's daughter, and she can be regarded as Lan Hua's serious granddaughter. She grew up in Xinjiang Town since she was a child. I watched her grow up clearly and clearly. Yes, how could it be fake?

"Besides, how can there be such a coincidence in this world! It's all gone!"

After the old lady who had a good relationship with Lu Lanhua who had just spoken came out to explain something, everyone around her dispersed.

After all, those present were all rural people, and no one would have thought of something like a sci-fi blockbuster like resurrecting a dead body.

And even if you think of it, no one will believe it.

So after hearing the words of the old woman who had a good relationship with Lu Lanhua before his death, they all broke up.

Chen Yilan pulled her daughter Hong Junhua and didn't want to please Yun Jian, so she "hummed" at Yun Jian and pulled her daughter to sit beside her.

 …

I didn't see Yun Gang all afternoon. I heard that since Lu Lanhua was killed by him, Yun Gang was sitting alone in his room, staring at a certain place in a daze, without making a sound.

Yun Jian did see Uncle Yun Zheng's family.

At that time, Uncle Yunzheng, Yunzheng's daughter Yun Xiaoya, and his wife were all wearing filial piety clothes, a white headscarf pulled out of filial piety cloth, and a piece of filial piety clothes on their hands, and the filial piety clothes around their waists were tied with hemp rope. .

The three of them stood there looking at Lu Lanhua's memorial tablet, lit incense in their hands, and bowed silently.

Especially Uncle Yunzheng, the tears in his eyes kept rolling, rolling down from time to time, really sad.

After all, it was his own mother, the biological mother who fed him every mouthful and every meal since he was a child.

 …

In the afternoon, I followed the Taoist priest to do things. After going through the process, I sent Lu Lanhua up the mountain and into the soil.

No matter what kind of things Lu Lanhua did before his death, whether it was bad or good, disgusting or joyful.

Once it's in the ground, there's nothing left.

There is only a handful of cremated ashes left, and an old black and white photo of his life.

Sealing the grave is equivalent to the real death of this person.

In the face of death, people are still fragile and worthless.

Perhaps after a few years, when the last person who remembers to die also passes away, this person will truly disappear in this world.

As if it had never been born.

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