Life Copy Game

July 21

A red-haired girl in plain clothes stood in front of the window and stretched out her hand.

The slightly dim sunlight passed through the glass window and sprinkled on her white fingers. She lowered her head, looked at the sunlight on her fingertips, and gently clenched her palms, as if trying to catch the scattered light.

Bang bang bang——

There was a crisp knock on the door, and the slightly deep voice of the blond chief of staff said, "Lin Na, we'll start now."

"Okay, I'll be there soon."

The girl glanced at the sunshine outside the window and responded softly.

When the footsteps outside the door gradually faded away, she turned back and looked out the window.

Continuous clouds covered the sky, and dark shadows had covered her entire hand. The strips of scattered sunlight that originally covered her hands had disappeared.

She gently released her palm, lowered her head slightly, raised her bracelet, and opened her mailbox.

The mail in the mailbox was as usual, with the crowded sales advertisements filling the whole mailbox, and there was no new mail.

She put down her bracelet and walked towards the door little by little.

As she put her hand on the doorknob, she turned back and scanned the room again.

This large room is simple and monotonous, with no decoration except for the bed, as if the person who lives in this room does not stay here very often.

This is just a place to stay briefly while sleeping.

Finally, the girl's eyes fell on the photo frame on the bedside table, the only 'decoration' in the whole room.

Looking at the old photo frame, she hesitated, let go of the door handle, and walked slowly over, staring at the frozen time in the photo frame.

After a brief pause, she picked up the photo frame, as if to take a closer look at the person in the frame.

But the moment she picked up the photo frame, her eyes paused slightly.

She turned the frame over and looked behind it.

A folded piece of paper is stuck on the buckle on the back of the picture frame.

The girl's hand trembled slightly, she took off the paper, put the photo frame back on the bedside table, and then slowly unfolded the paper.

There were no instructions or instructions, nor were there any long words.

The slightly stiff handwriting outlines a short sentence on the paper,

[If you see this paper, my child, I hope you are always healthy. ]

Holding the thin paper with her slender fingers, the red-haired girl's body arched slightly and the tip of her nose twitched slightly.

After an unknown amount of time, she inhaled slightly, twitched the tip of her nose, and folded the paper in her hand bit by bit. At this time, her eyes happened to fall on the photo frame below.

The man with gray hair stood in the frozen time and looked forward. His calm gaze seemed to have traveled through time and space, falling on the girl's tender cheek.

If he was fine, he might never have entered this room and seen the message stuck behind the photo frame.

The girl knelt down gently and brushed her fingertips over the face on the photo frame.

Then she took a deep breath, carefully put the origami paper into the inner pocket of her clothes, and walked towards the door.

——

The breeze blew through the vast sea of ​​jasmine flowers, and dark clouds filled the sky little by little.

The continuous motorcade has occupied the street in front of the White Jasmine Flowers. Heavily armed soldiers stand on both sides of the street to separate the motorcade from the crowd.

Six sturdy horses pulled an old flat carriage inlaid with gems and gold, standing at the end of the motorcade.

And on top of the carriage, a black coffin covered with a white jasmine flag was lying quietly.

"It's going to rain."

Sitting in a convertible car in front of the carriage, Yi Ni, who was carrying a press pass, held her camera and raised her head to look at the cloudy sky.

"Perhaps God is grieving too."

Liz, who was sitting next to Yi Ni and also holding a camera, also glanced at the sky and said softly.

As members of the newspaper invested by Mr. Lin En, and as reporters reporting with the team, they were invited here.

Then Liz withdrew her gaze and looked at the isolation belts erected on both sides of the street and the densely packed people standing behind the isolation belts.

The diffuse crowd stretches from the street to the end of the street, to the place where the earth and the clouds meet, with no end in sight.

"perhaps···"

Yi Ni sighed softly, lying on the backrest, facing the crowd, and calibrating the camera.

Then she saw the little boy Jie Lin who looked a little immature in the crowd, and the woman standing behind the little boy, holding the boy's hand, her face was a little pale, but she had obviously recovered a lot.

The woman seemed to be aware of Yi Ni's gaze, and pulled the little boy, raised her hand, looked in her direction, and waved gently to her together with the boy.

Yi Ni also put down the camera and nodded in response.

"It's about to begin."

At this time, Liz, who was holding a camera at the side, glanced at the time on her bracelet and said softly.

Yi Ni withdrew her gaze, held the camera in her hand tightly, and looked at the horse and carriage behind her.

puff--

The strong horse woke up its nose and tapped the ground lightly with its hoof.

In the sea of ​​jasmine flowers, a red-haired girl in plain clothes slowly walked out through the scattered petals and stood behind the carriage.

There were already nine people standing here. In addition to the eight mourners mentioned before, there was also a white-haired figure who looked quite old.

He stood next to the carriage and stared quietly at the coffin covered with white jasmine flowers.

The red-haired girl stared blankly at this figure.

When she first came over, she didn't notice the existence of this figure. The white-haired figure seemed to blend into the crowd, and there was no difference between him and the others. If you didn't look carefully, you wouldn't even notice that he was standing here.

But when she got closer, she suddenly discovered that this white-haired figure seemed completely different from the people around her.

He stood there, like a gem standing on the sand, making it impossible to look away.

"This is Mr. Levi, the honorary speaker of the city council,"

The blond chief of staff on the side immediately introduced, "Mr. Linn's... relics were brought back by Mr. Levi."

At this time, the white-haired figure also turned back and looked at the red-haired girl.

"Thanks."

The girl thanked him softly.

"This is what I should do,"

Levi shook his head. He looked at the girl's face and sighed, "You are very similar to your father."

Then he turned back, looked at the blond chief of staff, and asked, "Are we about to start?"

"Um."

The blond chief of staff nodded slightly.

Levi raised his head, glanced at the dark coffin again, then turned around, and his figure naturally appeared at the front of the carriage, reaching out to hold the reins of the leading horse, "I'll guide him."

At this moment, except for the red-haired girl, everyone standing here, especially Lant, the blond chief of staff, Covey and Meade, were all obviously surprised.

But everyone looked at each other and said nothing. Instead, they naturally divided into two rows of four people each and stood on both sides of the coffin.

Several ceremonial soldiers came up, followed Levi, and held the reins of several horses.

The red-haired girl stood at the end of the coffin, glanced at the motorcade in front, and then at the dense crowds on both sides of the street.

She lowered her head, her face still remained calm, and no emotion could be seen.

At this time, the blond chief of staff standing on the left side of the coffin turned around and glanced at the girl behind him. She opened her mouth and finally just sighed.

Boom——

With a slight sound, the horseshoe hit the ground, and the convoy slowly started and drove forward.

The patter of raindrops fell from the sky, falling on the white jasmine flag wrapping the coffin, and also fell into everyone's hair.

The crowd's eyes followed the motorcade slowly forward, and the members of the mayor's guard also moved forward one by one, constantly maintaining order.

But when the convoy completely exited the first street, the crowd did not disperse.

They gathered together and followed the convoy from a distance, forming a river of people, looking at the dark coffin.

The raindrops fell on everyone.

The girl walked on this silent road on foot, her soles stepping on the cold road as she moved forward step by step.

A guard held up an umbrella and walked to the girl's side, but she gently waved her hand to reject him.

Everyone who stood guard in front of the coffin rejected the umbrella that was offered.

Yi Ni lay on the convertible, holding the camera, facing the carriage and the crowd behind her.

As the motorcade moved forward, more and more people followed behind.

They crowded closer and closer to the carriage.

Some guards took out isolation tape to block the oncoming crowd.

But the red-haired girl walking at the end of the team raised her head, looked at the dense crowd behind her, and said in a low and hoarse voice, "Don't stop them."

The surrounding guards looked at each other, and after a brief pause, they informed each other with walkie-talkies.

The guards holding the isolation tape retreated little by little, allowing the crowd behind them to continue to move forward.

Finally, the group of people who were dozens of meters away from the convoy quickly approached within ten meters.

The guards escorting the convoy became nervous for a moment and gripped their guns tightly.

But when the crowd reached about five meters from the end of the motorcade, they naturally stopped. The crowd restrained each other and no longer approached the motorcade, but quietly followed the pace of the motorcade.

The girl also withdrew her eyes from the crowd behind her, looked at the coffin in front, and continued to move forward under the dripping raindrops.

The white-haired figure standing in front holding the reins turned around, glanced at the red-haired girl, and the densely packed and orderly crowd of people, withdrew his gaze and continued to move forward.

Yi Ni pressed the camera and captured this scene.

It was raining heavily in the sky, and the cold wind blew across everyone's cheeks.

The continuous crowd grew longer and longer, and finally formed a long and dense dragon.

The people at the end of the queue could no longer see the motorcade from a distance, but they were not willing to leave, but followed the people in front closely.

They walked around in the rain and bid farewell to the old mayor.

"I've never seen so many people."

Looking at the endless sea of ​​people, Liz held the camera and said hoarsely.

"I haven't seen it either."

Yi Ni held the camera, stared at the seemingly endless figures on the camera, and said softly.

In the narrow photo frame, there are old men with tattered patches, women in simple clothes, middle-aged men in neat clothes, girls in exquisite dresses, and even strong men with tattoos and fierce looks.

They are gathered here, standing on the same land, clustered together for the same purpose.

The convoy gradually moved forward, and the continuous crowd became longer and longer.

Figures walked out from the depths of the streets, from tall buildings, and from vehicles parked on the roadside. They watched the carriages going away, naturally blending into the long team, and followed the convoy forward.

In the second half of the entire journey, the convoy left the Saint-Ilan District and entered the Wick District. The road became more bumpy, but the number of people stretching there also grew.

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Yi Ni lay quietly in the car, taking photos one after another.

According to the original plan, the convoy departed from the White Jasmine Palace in St. Ilan District, passed through Wyke District, Senna District, and Ninvis District on the last section of the road, taking a spiral route, and finally arrived at the cemetery.

Accompanied by the continuous raindrops that almost covered the entire city, the convoy passed through each district one after another, and finally arrived near the cemetery from Ninvis District.

Yi Ni turned her head and looked to both sides. There were already dense crowds of people standing here. The wide square was even crowded with people.

The flowing wind blew through the raindrops, blowing Fang Fei from a distance to the woman's side.

Yi Ni raised her head and reached out to grab the pink petals floating in the wind and rain.

"What's wrong?"

Liz looked up.

"It's a peach blossom,"

Yi Ni held the petals in her hand, raised her gaze, and looked behind her.

The densely packed pink or white petals were blown by the flowing wind, blowing past the silently moving motorcade and past the side of the woman in red.

And at the end of the wave of petals, at the end of Ini's sight, lush peach and plum trees covered with flowers are standing in the quiet park.

"Specially cultivated ever-flowering peach blossoms."

She let go of her hand and let the wind blow away the petals and blow them into the pink and white flower tide.

The red-haired girl standing at the end of the team raised her head, looked at the petals in the sky, and shrugged the tip of her nose.

call--

At this moment, where the coffin was about to pass by the side square, under the diffuse tide of flowers, and on the side of the motorcade, the crowd who had been waiting there started to stir slightly.

Something in the surging crowd seemed to be preparing.

Diffuse raindrops fell on everyone. Under the flying petals, the guards who erected the isolation belt raised their heads and watched the commotion of the crowd carefully.

boom--

A large white billboard was slowly lifted up from the crowd.

But then, the weight of the billboard seemed to exceed the expectations of the people who lifted it. Someone standing in the corner shook his hand, and the entire billboard detached and fell downwards.

puff--

At this moment, a pair of hands stretched out from the side and held the edge of the billboard.

Then, pairs of hands stretched out from the hazy raindrops, tightly grasped the billboard, and supported it.

Then the pairs of arms surrounded the white billboard, and slowly and forcefully lifted it above their heads, over the waves of wind, rain and flowers, to the top of the huge crowd, facing the dark coffin covered with white jasmine flags. .

There is only one simple sentence above:

[Good night, Mr. Lynn. ]