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"Red City sent a message, the mission is complete, rA9 has disappeared, the remaining data is cleared, and the people in Zhimeng are gradually waking up!"

Big Brother said to all the combat personnel around: "We won this battle!"

Hula-

Cheers and applause sounded like a boiling tide.

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 psychic cloud 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 in place 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 accept the highest honor of the country on behalf of my closest comrade-in-arms, Comrade Lu Zhengkang. This is a war without gunsmoke 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 the safety of people’s lives, any soldier, and even ordinary people, have the courage to fight to the death, even if it is a fight that surpasses our conventional knowledge, as long as there is a family in his heart, there is a country , 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 all over 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 about 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, as if 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 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 often said 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 he has a taste for 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 in arms, 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 at funerals.

On 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 he saw it. The old tradition wraps the young and modern body, just like the best footnote to a 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, as well as 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 corpse 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 with difficulty. After looking for a while, he couldn't see anything clearly, except that it was his son's body, his bloodline heir, and his Miao ethnicity that 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, just like 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 the time ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ made him feel that his heart was numb enough, but now, he found that he would still be painful, bleeding, and even with The scars of the past are also beginning to hurt.

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 colorful rainbow light on the burnt bed.

"Jiande! Your son has become a Buddha!"

...

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

"What are you doing here? I won't be interviewing now!"

"Let's take a photo. I heard that Major Lu Zhengkang has become a Buddha. The editor-in-chief said 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, and at this moment, passionate music sounded at the funeral.

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

The reporters jumped for joy.

"Escape げたりあきらめるコトは誰も (everyone wants to escape when...

The second sister, Sun Sheng, and the younger sister, Sun Ying, were hiding in the audiovisual room. They should have played mourning, but the suicide note left by Lu Zhengkang stated: "Please play the following songs at my funeral-"BraveHeart", "Good", Either "TheGodfather", "Love When I Die", "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.

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