That night, the hall of Dada Hotel was decorated into a mourning hall.

Wang Pan, who had never been serious, crawled in front of Wang Pan's black and white photo, and his eyes were red.

Because Wang Lin's identity is special and he had surrendered himself before his death, the body would naturally be taken away by some relevant departments for inspection. It can be said that in the entire hall, except for some clothes during Wang Lin's lifetime, the only thing that has something to do with him may be the unfilial son kneeling in front of the photo.

I leaned blankly in the corner of the hall, and looked at the shadows of the light and shadows that were accompanying Wang Pan to burn paper and burn incense.

If there is a devil in this world, he is definitely one of his agents.

In fact, thinking about it, Wang Lin’s suicide is not a bad thing. At least he doesn’t have to face the various sarcasm of his former subordinates or colleagues, nor does he need to consider whether he accidentally exposes the so-called “old superior” and can climb to his current position. Even if Wang Lin has no hard-core backing, he will definitely not lack certain Zhang San and Li Si. If he is gone, those people will naturally be completely at ease.

Death and debts are ruined have always been an unwritten rule in our country and it applies to all walks of life. Wang Lin only chose a shortcut that is most beneficial to himself and his family at the last moment.

"Old Wang, why did you leave without understanding? How can you live in the future if Xiaopan and I are left behind?"

In front of Wang Lin's solemn black and white photo frame, a middle-aged woman who was not beautiful but was still dignified, beat the ground with tears in her nose. This is Wang Pan's biological mother and Wang Lin's original wife. When I first arrived in Guangping, I saw Wang Lin on an excuse to visit her, but the impression was not too deep.

In my understanding, this woman has a very low presence, and sometimes I even doubt whether Wang Lin has a wife.

But at this moment, seeing the woman crying so heartbrokenly, I couldn't help but sigh.

The passing of the dead will only make the living more painful. Perhaps this pain will gradually fade with the passage of time, but the pain must be extremely unforgettable.

"Dad, I was wrong. I will listen to you from now on. I promise not to do anything wrong again."

The mother's crying sound touched the softest part of Wang Pan's heart again, and he burst into tears in an instant.

"Brother Pan, aunt, don't be so sad, otherwise Uncle Wang will not feel comfortable in the spirit of heaven." He Guangying, who has great acting talent, supported Wang Pan with one hand, while constantly comforting Lao Wang's widow. His sad look would not make people suspect that he had the most direct relationship with Wang Lin's death.

"Not only is a good screenwriter, but also a good actor." I cursed in a voice that only I could hear, and turned around and walked out of the hall.

Maybe because I have experienced too much, I am always particularly uncomfortable with this kind of scene. Even if it is an opponent or an enemy, it will make me feel sad and desolate.

All living beings are crowded, no matter whether they are love or hate, they are fighting for nothing but tone and fight for little profit. When this process ends with one side's death, the winning side will not get the happiness they imagined. Maybe it is hypocritical to say this, but it is indeed my most real psychology at this time.

"You're uncomfortable with the surname He?"

When I arrived at the entrance of the hall, I took out my cell phone and read the news randomly. Suddenly a cigarette was stretched to my face, and a familiar voice appeared next to me.

I subconsciously looked at the other person, and then smiled: "Fortunately, why did you run over?"

The person who came was Wang Ying. She was wearing a milky white down jacket and her hair was simply tied behind her head. She glanced at the little white flower on her chest. It was obvious that she had been here for quite a while.

"You are always like this, sensitive and large, sometimes cold as iron, as if no one can cover it, and sometimes melancholy as wind, as if everything can be stopped." She directly inserted the cigarette to my mouth, took out a lighter to light it, and nodded towards the direction of the pavilion in the courtyard: "Let's talk there, so that you can even get more irritated when you hear the orphans and widows."

I waved my hand casually: "I'm fine, birth, old age, sickness and death are not the norm."

"Is it really okay?" Wang Ying looked at me with a tilted neck and provocative look.

After being looked at by her gaze, I panicked for no reason, shrugged unnaturally and said, "It's not a single thing. I'm a little uncomfortable, but it's just a little bit, it won't have much impact on me at all, hehe..."

"Okay, don't pretend to me? I knew you when I was a teenager. How can I not understand what you are like?" Wang Ying stretched out his hand and pushed me carelessly: "Let's go, I'll enlighten you, but nodding by your wife will not have any impact on you."

It was obvious that every word she said was fine, but I didn’t know that when I heard her pronounce the title “Your Wife”, I felt it was particularly strange.

Half-pushed, we came to the pavilion, Wang Ying put his hands in his pockets of clothes, and spoke in a low voice: "What are you complaining about now? You can send me a message. I promise not to tell anyone. Others think you have great powers, but I know you are just an ordinary man, and sometimes you also need to talk and listen."

"I don't know where to start." I held the cigarette in my mouth, wrapped it hard, and then said confused again: "By the way, the one you said just now, "I'm uncomfortable with my surname He. Have you heard of it or know something?"

"Nonsense, you have commented on it yourself. He is a good actor and a good screenwriter." Wang Ying said with a glance: "I found that you are very interesting. I always feel that my voice is small. In fact, everyone around me can hear it. I was standing next to you just now, and you forgot?"

"Is that?" I grabbed the back of my head and smiled awkwardly.

From the beginning of Wang Lin's fall from the building, my thoughts began to become a little worried. On the one hand, it was because of his sudden suicide that affected my follow-up plan. On the other hand, I was thinking about whether there was any relationship between He Guangying and Yang Liming, so I was always in a state of "distractedness" and didn't pay much attention to the surrounding situation.

"You are really stupid sometimes. Since you feel that there is something wrong, just drive him away. You even want to leave someone in front of your eyes and sway. Aren't you causing trouble?" Wang Ying curled his lips and complained: "I don't believe that there is no one around you who can fool He Guangying."

"Of course there is, the key is in the chicken shed." I sighed and said, "If Xiaopang hits it, he will definitely be interested in breaking his wrist with He Guangying, but the key is that he is not there, and I don't have that much energy to analyze and study him all the time."

"Look, I'll say you're stupid." Wang Ying poked my forehead and said coquettishly: "Although he can't get out, he didn't say he wouldn't allow you to see him. You briefly describe the matter to him. He can't think about the brain-damaging work. Anyway, he's idle every day and he happens to have time to think about it."

"Hey, I'll go!" I slapped the back of my head, and I felt like I was enlightened. Yes! Although Fatty can't return, it doesn't seem to be particularly difficult to see him.

“Beebeep…”

At this moment, a noisy sound of car horns rang out.

Immediately afterwards, I saw more than a dozen cars with double flashes and different colors driving straight in from the direction of the door. The momentum was quite majestic, and people knew at a glance that the visitor was not good.

"Bang! Bang!"

The convoy lined up at the entrance of the hall to stop, and the door immediately bounced open.

"Come on, put all the things at the door!"

While I was watching, Yang Guang got out of the car in front and waved his hand at him.

In a short while, a large number of young people were carrying flower baskets that were common in opening business, and the fruit baskets blocked the door tightly.

"Bang!Bang!"

Two muffled sounds like thunder followed closely behind. In the last tool truck, there was an electronic salute. At this moment, the deafening sound was heard through the thing.

"Yang Guang, I, Cao Nima, are you purely in trouble? Believe it or not, I will destroy you today!"

In less than five seconds, Wang Pan, who was wearing mourning clothes, ran out of the hall with a few people angrily, kicked several flower baskets, and Yang Guang, a group of fingers with a blue face, cursed...
Chapter completed!