Two Hundred Dollars, Let Your Funeral Have A Mysterious Past

Chapter 23: Can you tell me a story?

Swish swish——

Next to each coffin, divided into four corners, stands an honor guard soldier.

At this moment, they all moved together, one person holding a corner and lifting the coffin.

Then, under the sad gaze of everyone, they supported the coffin and sent five black hearses.

In the leadership team of the military division, a middle-aged lieutenant colonel officer and two major officers stepped out of the line and raised their hands to salute Li Rong with solemn and serious expressions.

The three of them were representatives of the military region who went to see off the heroes of the military region.

After saluting, the three of them walked towards the military green SUV in front of the hearse.

Among the military ranks, there were also several representatives who boarded the hearse.

This scene deeply touched the hearts of everyone present.

For everyone present, this farewell is an eternal farewell.

The heroes of the military region will also follow the hearse to their resting place.

"farewell!"

Brush brush brush——

All soldiers and military region leaders raised their hands in salute, looked at each other, and performed the salute of attention.

Buzz——

In front of the hearse, the leading military green off-road vehicle made a roar that sounded like a wail.

Slowly move forward and drive on the road out of the gate of the military area.

Behind the car body were loaded five coffins, and the hearses of five military region heroes also followed behind.

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Xingfu City, No. 1 Hospital, Intensive Care Unit.

On the hospital bed, Wang Yang looked pale, with various tubes inserted into his body and connected to various instruments.

He was wearing an oxygen mask, eyes slightly opened, staring ahead.

Today is the day when five of his comrades-in-arms are buried.

He was supposed to be there in person today to see off his five comrades.

But just a few days ago, his condition suddenly worsened. He could still walk with crutches, but now, he has trouble even raising his hands.

If it weren't for his strong will to watch the burial scene of the five comrades, Wang Yang would have died long ago. Even these instruments could not save his life.

It can be said that he is hanging on with only one breath now.

There is a soldier standing guard next to the hospital bed. If there is any situation, he will immediately tell the doctor or notify the military district.

Wang Yang opened his eyes slightly and looked at the ceiling. He could not speak or make any movements.

But there was one thing that always lingered in his mind.

Will the old man selling noodles really show up at the funeral...

And in what kind of situation will Boss Zhang, who is younger than himself, arrange a glorious funeral for his comrades...

Wang Yang didn't know, and he couldn't know.

He could only brace himself now and try his best to hold on and not swallow this breath.

He wanted to watch Zhang Ye hold a beautiful funeral for his comrades, watch the old man selling noodles appear at the funeral, and watch the five comrades truly rest in peace...

He will die without regrets...

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Xingfu City, at the entrance of Phoenix Mountain Memorial Park.

A tall, solemn stone arch stood at the door.

On both sides, the leaves were rustling. After the autumnal equinox, there were always a few fallen leaves falling on the ground and in the ditch.

In front of the door, a wisp of steamy white smoke slowly floated into the air.

Here, I don’t know when there was a stall, a stall selling Yangchun noodles.

The stall owner is an old man, with deep wrinkles on his face and sunken eye sockets, but he always has a smile on his face and looks kind to everyone.

Buzz——

Rumble——

On the main road not far away, the sounds of several cars traveling from far to near reached the ears of the soldiers present.

Then, three military green off-road vehicles were seen leading the way, followed by five black hearses with black flowers hanging on them.

As soon as we arrived in front of the stone arch gate, the first military green off-road vehicle stopped.

Immediately afterwards, the convoy behind them stopped together.

The lieutenant colonel stepped out of the rear seat of the lead vehicle.

"Commander, there are still ten minutes until the ceremony starts. We are early." The honor guard soldiers walked up to the lieutenant colonel.

The lieutenant colonel nodded.

Then, his eyes turned to look at the noodle stall under the stone arch.

"Why would someone... sell a noodle stall here?" the lieutenant colonel suddenly became curious.

This is the memorial garden, where heroes of the military region are buried. Very few people usually come here.

Logically speaking, it is impossible for anyone to set up a stall here, and stalls are not allowed to be set up here.

"No... I don't know." The honor guard soldier was also stunned.

The lieutenant colonel put his hands behind his back, frowned, and walked towards the noodle stall.

Two other major officers who got out of the car also followed.

Behind them were several soldiers with guns.

"Old sir, why are you setting up a stall here? This is the memorial garden." The lieutenant colonel officer deliberately raised his voice a little, for fear that the old man could not hear clearly.

But who would have thought that the old man raised his head, smiled at the lieutenant colonel with slightly cloudy eyes, and said in a hoarse voice: "Someone is eating."

"Is there anyone eating? This... no one is eating noodles here." The lieutenant colonel was stunned and looked around.

Besides them, is there anyone else there?

Not to mention here, there are few people walking on the road leading here.

"A few young people really like to eat the noodles I cooked. Now that they are leaving, I will cook them for the last time." The old man talked to himself, neatly cleaning up the somewhat broken stall.

Upon hearing this, the lieutenant colonel officer turned his head and looked at the people around him.

After realizing that they were as confused as him, they couldn't help but look weird.

"Old man, what do you mean...?" the lieutenant colonel asked curiously.

Young people love to eat old people's noodles, but what does it have to do with setting up a stall at the entrance of the Memorial Garden?

"Can you tell me a story?" The old man didn't answer. He grabbed a handful of noodles in one hand and threw them into the boiling pot, stirring them with chopsticks.

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