Why it never ends

Chapter 911 Funeral

Chapter 283

Lin Jiao and Hesta walked side by side at the back of everyone.

The cold wind blew in her face, giving Hesta a strange feeling of waking up from a dream.

"Will you still pay for everyone's expenses next semester like you did this semester? You seem to need a lot of things then," she asked softly, "Shoes? Sportswear? Protective gear? Venues..."

"The venue is not required," Lin Jiao replied. "The advantage of being a student is that you can use the school venue for free in the name of club activities."

"It's also a lot of money." Hesta said.

"Indeed, it's just a matter of stocking up on fewer weapons and ammunition," Lin Jiao quickly glanced at Hesta, "That one is the big one."

Hesta smiled silently.

"Let me guess the function of this poetry club," Hesta looked ahead. "This is actually the screening pool of the doomsday survival club. You will slowly eliminate a group of people and then select a group of people."

"'One batch' is too much," Lin Jiao replied. "The presence of one or two is already a great thing that exceeds expectations."

"Yes," Hesta said, "I see that the age range of the members in the survival club is very large. When you recruited the first batch of members, you probably didn't start from school."

Lin Jiao walked a few steps forward and stood in front of Hesta: "Are you interested?"

"I can't participate if I'm interested," Hesta replied, "I said I was leaving, but let's keep in touch."

The two of them continued walking forward.

"I've been thinking about one thing at night," Hesta said, "Why on earth did you drive Ding Yuqing away in the first place?"

"Why are you still thinking about this? I explained this problem to you last time."

"Really, but I think you were very tolerant of those girls who had an argument tonight," Hesta asked, "Why didn't you give Ding Yuqing the same opportunity in the first place?"

"Okay, okay, don't argue with me about this matter anymore," Lin Jiao shook his head, "Even if that rich lady doesn't come to our poetry club, she still has plenty of ways to get out of her predicament."

"What if she doesn't."

"That can only be..." Lin Jiao shrugged lightly, "Look for the reasons from yourself."

Hesta let out a chuckle.

"There is a saying that someone has been chanting in my ears some time ago," Lin Jiao said. "Although that sentence made me laugh, it is quite appropriate to use it here."

"what?"

"'Freedom never comes to humans, humans must rise to its height'," Lin Jiao said with a smile, "If you don't know how to fight, then just accept the beating. That's what they deserve - don't look at it like this I, Jane, what do you think I am, a philanthropist running an aid organization with a benevolent heart?”

Hesta nodded, thoughtfully: "That is to say, your plan does not include extending a helping hand to them."

"Why don't we let them think about why they are starving while sitting on a mountain of gold and silver?"

Hesta gathered her thoughts, and the two walked forward in silence for a while. This time Hesta suddenly stopped.

Lin Jiao turned around and saw Hesta looking at her.

"I'm thinking of the 'club items' you told me about last time," Hestad said.

"Ok?"

"The books given to the members, these activities, the strong connection between everyone... are all club items of the poetry club."

"Yes." "...and 'pioneer'." Hesta said.

"It's so abstract. Where did you hear this word?"

"Hanshan mentioned to me last time," Hesta said softly, "Once a person who lacks pioneering spirit enters your team, he will immediately lower the standards of the entire team, and then they will look upon each other with disgust."

Lin Jiao smiled slightly and did not answer.

"But 'avant-garde' is not born out of thin air," Hesta looked at her. "You must first anchor a group of objects that are not avant-garde enough, and then you can reflect a completely different self from them, right?"

"What do you think?"

Hesta smiled: "...I'll think about it again."

……

……

Si Yu is dead.

When Xu Ruyi was making a tombstone for Ding Guisheng, she met Si Lei, who was dressed in black. Si Lei looked even weaker, like a dead branch that could break at any time. When he saw her for the first time, Xu Ruyi didn't even recognize the figure immediately.

Si Lei gave her a small card with the time and place of Si Yu's funeral written on it.

Xu Ruyi glanced at it and saw that the address above was not in the urban area of ​​Orange Town.

She was a little hesitant to go. On the one hand, Yisu was still in the neonatal ward and might be discharged at any time. Ding Xueyang would definitely not be able to take care of her at home by then. On the other hand, she was also worried about such a private occasion. It might be a bit strange for a completely unrelated outsider to go there.

However, when Xu Ruyi discovered that Si Lei's little card had only been sent to her, she immediately felt a heavy responsibility.

After returning home, Xu Ruyi shared the news with Hesta, and both of them decided to spare the whole day to accompany Si Lei.

What neither Hesta nor Xu Ruyi expected was that the person in charge of the funeral was not Si Lei, but Mei Sinan.

He decided every detail of the funeral, from the location to the ceremony. Xu Ruyi originally thought it would be a quiet farewell ceremony, but Mei Sinan designed it to be extremely grand.

Even though this cemetery is located deep in the mountains, there are still many people coming to pay their respects on this day. They were Christians who had never known Si Yu before. Under the organization of the church, nearly two hundred people came to see the young man off.

This is Si Yu's wish.

Si Yu longed for a grand funeral and many people whispering in front of his grave. However, after a long discussion with Mei Sinan, he found that he could not find many people to invite: his many years of medical treatment had reduced his social skills. The Internet became depleted, and Mei Sinan thought hard and finally came up with this solution.

The priest recited a eulogy for Si Yu in the mountains.

On this day, the weather at the foot of the mountain was very good, but there was a faint wind in the mountains. From time to time, there was a deep and hollow sound in the distance, which was the sound of pine branches broken by the weight of snow.

Everyone stood in the cold wind and listened quietly to the pastor's prayer.

Si Lei did not participate in this whole process. She sat quietly behind everyone, flipping through the pages of the collection of letters printed by Mei Sinan with her cold red fingers.

This is another gift prepared by Mei Sinan for Si Yu.

He compiled the correspondence between the two over the years and printed two hundred hard-cover books. Everyone who attends the funeral will receive a copy as a gift. When you open it, people will read the thoughts and feelings of a young man who knew that he was not going to die very soon.

Hesta and Xu Ruyi also got a copy. They were also quite curious about the contents of the book, but the weather was too cold and neither of them wanted to take their hands out of their pockets.

The ceremony continued, and Hesta looked around. In addition to the priests and mourners, there were two unidentified men here. One was sitting on the stone bench next to him with a shovel, and the other was pacing in an open space not far away with a whistle hanging on his chest and an indifferent expression.