Come against the wind, exchange your glory

Chapter 915 Shen Muting, Whitehead
In an instant, Bingci was awakened by him.

She raised her head, her black hair was disheveled by the wind, and a lot of white paper money floated out from the only house that was not completely burned down.

This eerie scene was like a hint.

Shen Muting had cheered himself up, so he couldn't see Bingci's continued degeneration, so he took advantage of this situation and said, "Look! Fanfan must agree with me."

"Go and see her!" he sighed.

Bingci reacted very slowly, moved his eyes away from his lips, nodded indifferently, and walked towards that room.

The setting of the mourning hall is simple, with a table, two lit white candles, three plates of offerings, and the photos of a family of three enshrined in front are gone.

Shen Muting explained, "I have approached some relatives and friends of the enemy's family, but they all regard them as unknown and do not want to come to pay homage, so I just want to send them off by myself."

Bing Ci stared straight at the three photos, feeling sad in his heart, "Chou Yang's photo hasn't been displayed yet."

"I have thought about it, but you are Qiu Yang now. You were the person Fanfan cared about most during his lifetime. She has always protected the secret of your name. I don't want your secret to be exposed after her death."

Bing Ci looked away from his face, and said in a calm tone: "You don't have to guard anymore, put Qiu Yang's photo with his family, and I will leave as soon as possible."

"Leave?" Shen Muting suddenly became excited and looked at her in disbelief.

Bingci didn't explain much, but looked at the three people in the photo, bowed deeply, and mourned for three seconds.

Shen Muting stood aside and stared closely at Qiu Fan in the photo.

In order to hide her identity, she did not leave any photos.

Now this is still drawn by himself with a computer.

After the Bingci memorial ceremony was over, he stood up and saw him staring at the photo, so he didn't say much, just exited silently.

Walking alone in the muddy courtyard, my mind is full of thoughts.

Unfortunately, he bumped into Han Wu head-on, he was wearing a black suit, holding a bouquet of white chrysanthemums, staring at her solemnly.

There was no expression on Bingci's face, he automatically stepped back to the side to make way, and then faced the once tallest crabapple tree in the yard, caressing its burned torso with his hands involuntarily, waiting for him here.

Han Wu was very pious, and he couldn't help but feel distressed when looking at those photos, and nodded to Shen Muting after bowing three times.

People came to pay their respects one after another, and the chrysanthemums in the room were piled up at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The members of the Tianmu organization spontaneously cleaned the Begonia Garden, so that the guests who came to pay homage would have a place to stand.

Han Wu is also among them.

"What should they do?" Looking at those completely unfamiliar faces, Bingci couldn't help but think of Qiu Fan.

Shen Muting's eyes were in a trance for a moment, and after a long time, he said frankly: "Qiu Fan is gone, and the sky is really broken up. I don't have the ability to protect everyone. Maybe after the disbandment, if anyone needs help, I can do my best." Some meager strength."

"Sometimes I wonder if God is also jealous of Fanfan, so he took her away early, fearing that she would steal its limelight."

"Such a good person..." Shen Muting choked up as he spoke.

Bingci kept looking at his face carefully while listening to him, only to find that in just a few days, short white hairs grew from his temples.

He is also only 21 years old, his face is full of vicissitudes, and he is obviously much older than his peers.

(End of this chapter)