Outside of more than 600 flat halls, various cars were stopped one after another. Among them, the red flag was the most. Looking at it at a glance, there were seven or eight.

It is not difficult to see from the licenses of these cars. These have come from all over the country.

Everyone who came down from the car was full of sorrow and laughed without seeing it.

Even children are wearing a formal dress and solemn look. They follow their parents honestly.

The car is still coming, people outside the auditorium are full of people, and the parking lot nearby has been crowded.

The least in these cars is the local card.

Most of the people who come to Yancheng are sitting in a business bus, to the mourner who come to the country, and maximize the parking space.

Because Jiang Yi took Yongle sword, he drove himself, and went to an exclusive parking garage under the army of the wolf eighteen riding.

Put Yongle Sword in the newly -produced sword box, Jiang Yi pierced it with his own hands.

"Pay attention to whether there are suspicious people in the crowd, no one is allowed to make trouble."

Before entering the venue, Jiang Yi rode a secret order to the wolf 18.

Except that Luo Gang and Gao Sitao followed him, the rest was arranged by Mao Wenze and mixed with major people.

Soon, there were no seats on the venue, and many people stood.

The media of various countries are also paying attention to such a major event. Many reporters have been sent. From the perspective of the archeological world, losing Zhao Lao is also a major loss in the international community.

Jiang Yi found Chen Lao, who was sitting in the first row of C, and wanted to give him the sword.

He couldn't help but see the existence that could only be seen in various big news. He was shocking in his heart. Fortunately, he still stabilized.

If at the beginning, when he encountered such a team, Jiang Yi couldn't control him anyway. This one was the existence of top idols.

Fortunately, I have practiced too much in front of the ancestors ...

"Sword, you hold it first, take the position behind me."

Chen Lao saw the sword box, nodded slightly, and looked at Jiang Yi's eyes a little more like.

Jiang Yi is quite fortunate. Although many in the second row can only be seen on TV, the first row is really terrifying.

Sitting there as a junior, it is not appropriate anyway.

"Lao Chen, this is the rookie hosted by that country, right?"

A man with the same white man said with a smile.

"It is a rookie of the country. This young man has a lot of resistance. Fortunately, he has survived."

Chen Lao seemed to look at his granddaughter and son -in -law. He didn't hesitate to praise Jiang Yi, and then said to the man of the white -haired man: "One day, if my old guy is gone, you will have to protect me.

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"Bad, what's the nonsense!"

The white man looked at Chen Lao angrily, and knocked on the long table in front of him.

Jiang Yi sat in the place behind Chen Lao.

Although the people on both sides are curious, why such a young man can sit here, but he didn't ask much.

Soon, on the auditorium, an old grandmother with a cane walked out with the help of her son. It should be Zhao Lao's wife.

Zhao Yuguo had seen his relatives at this time, but because of his undercover identity before, and in the sunset, he had been killed, so he could only be behind the scenes for a long time.

A great achievement.

I learned that my grandson was back, the grandmother should be happy, but Zhao Lao failed to wait for this day.

"Dear guests, thank you for coming to Lao Zhao's funeral."

The old grandmother said with a wheat, red eyes and said, "I know, everyone's time is very precious, all from far away, from ... from today, the old lady, I don’t have someone in my heart ..."

"Today, I sell it once, treat you as my descendants, and tell you to say something, okay?"

In the auditorium, the grandmother sounded full of sighs and helpless sighs, and it was extremely heavy to hear people.

"Lao Zhao's biggest wish in this life is to hope to find more antiques. He often tells me that when he thinks so many things have not returned, he is uncomfortable."

"He hopes to be able to identify the treasures that have been lost after another. I often play with him. You read some books when you were young, and then went to fight.

The old man of the skull, even if you go to study again, how much can you have energy to identify? "

"Then this donkey will tell me, hum, Lao Tzu fights, learning is okay!"

"If you can find one more, then you can identify one more. From the military time to the country, now the mountains and rivers are not good, the old man I don't want to eat the old book!"

Jiang Yi clearly saw that the corner of the old grandmother's eyes fell a few pearl -like tears ...

"He ... he said, now the children are getting more and more difficult, and the pressure is getting bigger. I can't help it elsewhere. In this regard, can't I still contribute more?"

"It's not easy for children now. We are all half a person who stepped into the coffin. It can help the younger generations to do more, then we must do it."

"So, this donkey can't accompany me when I fight, and I can't accompany me when I am peaceful. I finally retired. After learning about Yongle Jian, I must shot it."

The old grandmother smiled bitterly and shed tears: "He's just like this, for a lifetime."

"I do it too, followed a lifetime."

"The appraisal form he wrote to antiques is more than the love letter to me ..."

In the auditorium, many people couldn't help crying and laughing, and tears were always difficult to stop.

"Now, the old man is gone, the old lady, I have a lot of cleanliness, but ... but my heart is like a knife cutting fire ..."

The old grandmother covered her heart, crying out of her voice, her breathing continued to worsen, her knees were soft, and she kneeled on the auditorium.

Fortunately, the son was held in time.

"Woohoo ..."

"Woohoo ..."

The old grandmother covered her face with both hands, and her sobbing sound in the auditorium ...

After a while, she reluctantly stabilized her mood and took out a note.

"I don't know when the old man wrote this suicide note. There were some content in the letter. He said that he would read it for you present, but I couldn't read it, so my child Zhao Bang, read it."

Grandma gave the letter to the eldest son next to him, and asked him to read the part of the public.

Zhao Bang was like a pine, and said: "Everyone, when you hear this letter, I think, I have become ancient."

"There should be my comrades, my friends, and my younger generations, thank you for your arrival."

"When I heard that Yongle Jian may still be in Huaxia, I knew that the old man, I have been in a fame in the archeological world for so long, and finally came in handy!"

"In addition to Yongle Jian, we have a lot of treasures flowing, and there are tens of millions of pieces. In this era of materialism, I thought that many young people had forgotten these shames until I saw that that one.

The youth named Jiang Yi knew that the children still remembered the suffering that this land had suffered ... "

"Breakthrough you can publish my suicide note in the public, I want to tell the younger generation of the younger generation ----"
Chapter completed!