The defense of the mourning community

Everyone was outside preparing for the upcoming funeral, only Ling Qing and Lian Han allowed all their emotions to settle in the room where the lights were not turned on on a cloudy day.

Seeing Lian Han's pale complexion and keeping silent all the time, Ling Qing knew Zhang Lingyu's whereabouts in his heart. He closed the folder in his hand and answered for the person opposite: "Mr. Zhang should have turned into a zombie."

Lian Han remained silent and didn't answer, Ling Qing didn't want to push people into a hurry, coughed and said considerately: "Mr. Lian, if you don't want to say anything, you don't have to. You have the right to keep silent..."

"Then what I say next will become evidence in court?" Lian Han saw Ling Qing's eyebrows raised, and a wry smile appeared on his face: "He has indeed turned into a zombie."

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, his tears poured out like Lanzhou ramen, as if this was an unbearable pain in his life.Lian Han choked up and said: "I want to save him, I really want to save him, I even opened the door and rushed out..."

Ling Qing never expected that Lian Han could cry so sadly, subconsciously wanted to talk about acting.

But after thinking about it, in the dream Zhang Lingyu and Lian Dehua were an inseparable pair of good friends, so good that they could wear a pair of trousers, they were even surprisingly consistent in being jealous of Yi Chengli.

They all followed Yi Chengli on the surface, yes, but their heads were so sour in their hearts.Otherwise, they wouldn't have hit it off while Yi Chengli was injured and killed him while he was ill. Ling Qing couldn't be happy about the loss of one person, but she couldn't be more regretful either.

But those were all things in a dream, and none of these things happened in reality. Ling Qing thought from Lian Han's point of view, it's normal to cry when a friend with such a good relationship died.

But you can't keep crying, especially when Ling Qing saw Lian Han crying like Meng Jiangnu was crying on the Great Wall, not like a dead friend but like a dead husband, so she quickly comforted him: "Mr. Lian, don't cry."

If you cry again, you will run out of paper!

Lian Han's heart ached so much, he choked up and said, "My heart aches so badly. He still borrowed 100 million yuan from me and didn't pay it back, and he hasn't issued an IOU yet. His family may not be able to accept it by then!"

Ling Qing: ...

Ling Qing: "Another way of thinking, his family members may not be alive now, and there may be no one to pay back the money at all."

Lian Han choked for a moment, turned his head and stared at Ling Qing for two seconds, slightly puzzled: "Are you really trying to comfort me by saying this?"

"I'm not very good at comforting people, as long as you understand what I mean." Ling Qing cleared his throat, "Where was Mr. Zhang attacked? Was it in the underground parking garage? Aren't you all in the car?"

Lian Han squeezed the mineral water in his hand and explained: "In the underground garage, we were about to leave, but in the car he suddenly said that he wanted to go upstairs to get something, and got out of the car."

A car at the entrance of the unit suddenly opened the door, and a person fell to the ground covered in blood. Zhang Lingyu hesitated for a while and went forward to see what happened, and then he was bitten.

The empty mineral water bottle was crushed, Lian Han said in a low voice: "I opened the door to save him and kicked away the people around him, but another person jumped out of the car and almost bit me, and he blocked me..."

"I dragged him to the car, but when I was about to get into the car, he suddenly wanted to bite me like those people, and then..."

Lian Han couldn't speak anymore, he covered his nose and sniffed: "He shouldn't be that good person, he never cares about these things."

Then he was bitten when he was a good person for the first time, which shows that he is not destined to be a good person.

Ling Qing was in a very complicated mood. The doomsday standard incident that he thought would not save him did not happen. He did not expect that Lian Han would really save Zhang Lingyu. Although it could not be ruled out that the 100 million was the cause, the friendship between them was indeed not what he thought. So plastic.

"It's also useless for me. If I react quickly and let him get out of the way, he won't die." Lian Han cried, "He is the only friend I have in this life, so he died like this! it's me……"

Lian Han was heartbroken, Ling Qing saw that several words of comfort were useless, and said straight away: "Calm down, Mr. Lian, if you don't go to the old ones, you won't come to the new ones. New friends are waiting for you in the future."

Lian Han was directly embarrassed, he looked at Ling Qing with an expression of disbelief: "Are you trying to comfort me?"

Ling Qing still said the same thing: "Mr. Lian, as long as you can understand."

Lian Han: ...

Seeing Lian Han calm down, Ling Qing pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose, opened the folder in his hand again, he flipped through page after page, looked at the list of owners on it, and directly ignored the somewhat angry expression on Lian Han's face Question: "Mr. Lian, do you know which building and unit Mr. Zhang lives in? I don't seem to find his name on the list of owners."

"He doesn't live here, he also lives in the second grade of Tomson!" Lian Han said angrily.

Ling Qing: ...

The emotions that had been suppressed just now erupted because of this sentence of Tomson's second grade. The title Lian Han, the owner of Tomson's second grade, is destined to be smoked forever, and he cannot throw it away in this life.

But come on, this is Manhattan, who cares about your second grade Tomson!

Ling Qing looked at Lian Han with a complicated expression, expressed respect, blessing and understanding, and continued to ask: "Okay, then Mr. Zhang Lingyu who lives in the second grade of Tomson, which floor and building is the real estate in Manhattan? "

Unexpectedly, Lian Han shook his head and said, "I don't know."

Ling Qing thought that he was unwilling to cooperate with what he said just now, so he smiled as if to persuade him to give up resistance: "Mr. Lian really knows how to joke, why don't you know?"

Seeing his disbelief, Lian Han looked into his eyes seriously and said, "I really don't know, I will tell you if I know."

Ling Qing: "Then what do you know?"

Lian Han was silent for two seconds and said, "I know he cheated."

Ling Qing: "Huh?"

"He cheated on a girl, and the house here should be bought for her. Because I have a good relationship with his object, Chen Shuang, and he was afraid that I would leak to Chen Shuang, so he didn't tell me about this girl."

"That's all I know..." Lian Han pursed his lips and said, seeing Ling Qing who was sitting opposite him staring at him without blinking, it made his heart shudder, and couldn't help but urged: " Give some reaction brother, or I will be embarrassed."

Ling Qing didn't hear the conspiracy and tricks he thought, and he only had two words in his heart for this scumbag who could make a good article——

Damn!

Facing the emotional friend of the deceased, although he thought so in his heart, he only said in foreign language: "wow, unbelievable."

Lian Han: ...

Lian Han: "You are really a little strange, it makes me a little scared."

"No, what I mean is..." Ling Qing was trying to hide his abruptness when the door of the property center was suddenly pulled open. Yi Chengli stood at the door and knocked on the door, smiling at the people who came over: "I have bothering you?"

"No." Lian Han shook his head again and again.

Yi Chengli looked at Ling Qing, patted the black ash on his hands and asked, "The funeral is about to start, are you going?"

"Oh, I should go." Ling Qing took the opportunity to get up and put the folder back in place, and thanked Lian Han for his cooperation.

Lian Han watched them leave, frowned and asked, "What funeral? Has your relative passed away?"

"No, it's the owner in the community." Yi Chengli looked at the bloodshot eyes and pale face in his eyes, and comforted him, "Go to sleep first, rest is the most important thing for you now."

Ling Qing raised her finger and pointed to the lounge of the property center: "The bed has been made, it's very safe here, the zombies outside can't get in, you can take a rest."

Seeing that they were about to leave, Lian Han quickly stopped them and asked, "Is there a charger? My phone is out of power."

"There's a power outage, even if there is a charger, it's useless. But there is a power bank on the table over there, although I don't know if it still has power, you can try it." Ling Qing said.

"Okay." Lian Han nodded.

The two walked out of the property center side by side, Ling Qing looked at the black ash on Yi Chengli's hand and said, "You should wash your hands first, it won't be easy to wash this coal ash on your clothes."

"They said the funeral was about to start, so I was busy calling you so I came here first." Yi Chengli took out a wet tissue from his pocket, wiped his hands and threw them into the trash can aside, "And I'm a little worried .”

Ling Qing frowned at what he said: "Don't be so nasty, okay? I'll just take him to eat and take a bath, there's nothing to worry about."

"Because I remembered that he and that Zhang Lingyu didn't do any good things in school. They belong to the kind of young masters who are rich and don't take others seriously." Yi Chengli looked at him, "You are too honest, and you are easily attracted This kind of person bullies."

Ling Qing was silent for two seconds, stretched out his hand to push his slipped glasses, and turned to look at him: "Sorry, I'm not honest at all."

Yi Chengli: "Oh? What did you just tell him?"

"I just asked a few questions." Ling Qing smiled, "You can't let dangerous people stay in the community."

Yi Chengli stared at him for a moment, then laughed out loud: "Okay. It seems that I worried too much."

"What about Mr. Yi? You said they don't take others seriously because they are rich. Mr. Yi should be richer than them." Ling Qing stood at the end of the funeral and asked in a low voice, "Mr. Yi also Don't you take others seriously?"

Yi Chengli frowned upon hearing this, and after greeting the owners around him, he tilted his head slightly to Ling Qing and said, "My not taking others seriously is different from them, I'm too busy to bully others, and Not that boring."

Ling Qing groaned: "It sounds like a noble character."

Yi Chengli wanted to say something else, but at this moment, a big drum sounded in front of him, and everyone fell silent, with solemn expressions and eyes looking ahead.

The funeral is about to begin.

The bodies of the three deceased have been put into concrete coffins, and their clothes have been replaced with new ones. It is everyone's efforts to give them dignity.

Originally, Wang Mary wanted to ask Suona to play a song, so that she could send off her mother, Uncle Zhang and the unknown elder brother in a lively manner, but due to the exhaustion of Suona the night before, today her lungs hurt so much that she could only play the big drum. The show had no choice but to be cancelled.

Even so, everyone still insists on a full sense of ritual, and the religious neighbors should chant the scriptures and practice, and use their own methods to hope that the deceased will go well.

Ordinary owners who don't believe in anything use waste paper to make paper flowers and ingots and burn them in a basin to another world, hoping that they can make up for them first.

Qin Dali, a security poet, spoke as a representative of the property, and his tears were full of passion and he was almost crying. Compared with him, Ms. Wang Mary's grief as a victim's family was a little less.

The topic of death that everyone tacitly avoids these days can no longer be ignored. Even the red lanterns hanging on the street lamps to celebrate the New Year are stained with a sad and heavy atmosphere, and they don’t shake much even when the wind blows. Bow your head in silence.

Although everyone was calm on the surface, looking at the three cement pipes, they all wondered if the ones lying inside were their relatives or themselves?

Even though the people around have been cheering and encouraging each other, but the knife of death hangs above the head and does not know when it will fall. No one knows what will happen next, and they dare not think about what will happen next.

Some people even start to envy the dead, at least they don't have to live in fear of dying.

At this time, Wang Mary stood up as the only family member of the victim present.

She knew very well that her mother was a lively old lady, and she would not want everyone to cry even if it was a funeral, so she took out the small stereo used by the old lady at home for dancing.

The small audio seemed to be charging, and when she pressed the play button, Aunt Wang's favorite square dance song played, and she performed some mourning dances.

With tears in their eyes, the old sisters of the Auntie League started to prepare for the battle and began to dance the dance that the old sisters had danced hundreds of times.

But this time, Aunt Wang really became the most beautiful cloud in the sky, and she couldn't stay with her heart.

Seeing someone laughing, the atmosphere relaxed a lot.Wang Marie nodded to Sister Hua next to her, indicating that the coffin could be sealed.

The coffin lid was lifted, and the gap between the coffin and the coffin was filled with cement. This ordinary action seemed to wipe everyone's hearts, and the cracks in their hearts caused by fear seemed to be filled.

Finally, when everything was completed, the coffin was moved to an empty house by the security guards and the owners who were willing to contribute. Mary Wang bowed to express her gratitude to the neighbors, and said her best wishes to everyone with red eyes: "I hope that death will not be forgotten." Will come again."

Yan Shuai took the lead in shouting hello, and everyone was shouting to live on, and even the dog who followed down barked twice.

Yi Chengli looked at Ling Qing and asked in a low voice, "What do you think?"

Ling Qing looked up at the still gloomy sky, paused and said, "I don't know, let's try."

The author says:

Lian Han: Street slippers also have friendships!

Yi Chengli: Today I am a coal mover!

Ling Qing: I will exclude all those who threaten the safety of the community!