"Yes! It's an honor to be able to attend my own farewell ceremony..."

Zhuo Qun followed the young man's words and before he finished speaking, he crushed the cup in his hand with a loud bang, pricking his hands with glass.

He turned his head slowly and looked at the young man. The young man looked somewhat similar to Changhua, but he was taller, closer to 180cm. He stood with an old lady with a smile on his face.

The old lady said, "If you take the first step, I will die of excessive grief. What do you think of this excuse?"

"Very good, then hurry up and don't make me wait too long. I'm not used to not being around you."

The young man held the old lady's hand and said.

Before, he thought they were grandparents and grandsons, but the expressions between the two were different. Now looking at the farewell ceremony, Zhuo Qun finally knew that he was drunk after drinking tea and was hallucinating.

It seems that we won’t be able to drink tea anymore. If you don’t believe it, look at how the old man and the young man next to you kissed each other goodbye.

He must be hallucinating.

The old lady walked from the young man's side to the coffin, holding the microphone.

"Hello everyone, welcome to the farewell ceremony of my husband's body. My husband had a last wish before his death. He wanted to keep things simple. After the body is cremated, he will not enter the Bajiao Mountain and the body will not stop. If he dies on the same day, he will be cremated on the same day. Thank you all.

Can you come and see him off on his last journey?"

He choked up as he spoke, and then fell to the ground.

As soon as the person fell down, a doctor came over immediately. There were already ten-year-olds here, so we didn't dare to let anything happen to them. The funeral parlor had a lot of doctors stationed here.

"If the person is not good enough, rescue him immediately, perform cardiac compressions, give a cardiac shot, call and send him to the hospital immediately..."

Several medical staff were in a hurry to deal with it.

Zhuo Qun just stared at this scene in a daze, and vaguely heard a few people talking.

"It turns out that she can die like this. She is indeed Mr. Jiang. She and Mr. Qian really have a deep love for each other."

"Yeah, why didn't we think of that!"

"It's a shame to be beaten to the punch!"

"How about we have a car accident? Many people will die in this way."

When Zhuo Qun heard what those people said, he felt that there must be something wrong with his brain, otherwise how could he hear such words? Who would rush to die and make arrangements?

Absolutely impossible. Zhuo Qun shook his head, looked at No. 1 and the others again, and found that they were also watching this scene slowly with smiles.

It's so cold-blooded, people are dead here, and you can still laugh.

No, I want to look at the factory flower next to me and see what his expression is.

As soon as I turned my head, I found this factory flower, smiling and nodding, as if she was quite satisfied with this scene.

Inexplicably, he felt a chill in his body. What kind of people were they? How could they be like this? After taking a closer look at the undecorated mourning hall, Zhuo Qun realized that the deceased was really a big shot.

Number 1 suddenly walked up to Zhuo Qun, "Everyone here will die in the next month. Can you suppress this matter? We don't want people to pay attention to the news of their deaths. Their identities are too sensitive.

They are all the technological heroes of Zhuxia!"

"What did you say?"

After Zhuo Qun saw who was attending the memorial service, he was confused.

In his impression, the father of the Rockets should have passed away in 2009. Why is the memorial service held now? It is already 2011. The time is wrong.

That's right, what Zhuo Qun was called to Sanjia was the memorial service of the world's aerodynamics authority and von Karman's beloved disciple.

Originally, this person should have died in 2009, but who made Zhuo Qun establish a link with the Northern Song Dynasty at that time? He brought back some good things from there, which gave all the people present a longer life.

several years.

So the father of the Rockets, who should have died in 2009, lived until 2011 and was in pretty good health.

According to the doctor's judgment, he should live for about ten more years and should not die now.
Chapter completed!