Facing his former chief instructor Lu Yuhong, Yu Zhesen felt somewhat guilty.
When he was in the Xingzhou City Security Bureau training camp, Lu Yuhong took great care of him, but in the end he gave up joining the Security Bureau. This Bole was very regretful and regretful for a time.
On the way to Qidao City, Yu Zhesen also received a contact number from Lu Yuhong using a private number, advising him to think again, because giving up would be a waste of the efforts he put in in the training camp.
It was just that Yu Zhesen couldn't listen to anything at that time and left Xingzhou City insistently.
"I heard that you have achieved great results in Qidao City. The Director-General and I are very happy for you." Lu Yuhong smiled kindly and patted Yu Zhesen on the back with his calloused hands, "Although you insisted on doing it back then.
I was very opposed to leaving, but now it seems that we have reached the same destination through different paths, and I have to thank Claire Hathaway."
"I apologize for my immaturity back then." Yu Zhesen replied sincerely.
"Hey, that's not necessary. I happened to watch the interview in Qidao City and heard what you said to the reporter. I was very pleased." Lu Yuhong said with emotion, "Your parents are both the best talents in the Security Bureau.
Of course your sister is too...it happens that I have served as an instructor for all of you, which is my honor."
Yu Zhesen lowered his head slightly to show his respect and remembrance for the relatives and heroes mentioned by Lu Yuhong.
After a burst of mourning, the memorial ceremony officially began. Since An Zhitian could not be present, Lu Yuhong took his place and delivered a eulogy for An He on behalf of the Security Bureau. Lu Yuhong recalled An He's excellent results during the training camp and his outstanding performance after becoming the commissioner of the Security Bureau. His words were full of emotion.
They all revealed their pride and regret for this student, and even burst into tears during the journey.
Li Xiao and others also looked sad, and several female commissioners also lowered their heads and shed tears, and faint cries could be heard.
Yu Zhesen's eyes were stunned, and he was thinking about his parents in his mind the whole time, trying his best not to listen to Lu Yuhong's eulogy, nor to pay attention to the actions of the people around him.
An He also stood beside him expressionlessly, but her heart was filled with mixed emotions.
She did find it a bit funny at first. She was clearly here, but everyone was holding a funeral for her in a serious manner.
But as the sad atmosphere around her became more and more intense, An He gradually couldn't laugh anymore. She suddenly felt a little guilty for letting so many people bear the sadness for no reason.
An He couldn't help but let out a deep sigh when he saw his former senior teachers, colleagues, and teammates gathering together and wasting time and emotions over a fictitious death.
She turned her eyes sideways and looked at Yu Zhesen. She originally thought that he would find this period of time as difficult as hers, but she didn't expect that when she looked at him, she found that there were actually two lines of tears on Yu Zhesen's face.
"Xiao Sen..." When An He saw him crying, he felt that his heart was tugged, and he felt unspeakably uncomfortable.
She subconsciously pressed her chest with her left hand, but suddenly realized that there was no real heart in her body. The so-called heartache was beyond the body and existed in her soul.
Why is this happening? I came here specially to join in the fun, but I didn't expect it to turn out like this... An He began to regret a little, regretting that he encouraged Yu Zhesen to attend the memorial ceremony together.
At the end of Lu Yuhong's eulogy, the audience observed a moment of silence, and then a set of Security Bureau windbreaker uniforms that once belonged to An He was placed into the prepared grave.
The moment the clothes were put into the tomb, Yu Zhesen closed his eyes and shed tears, as if he had really lost his true love, and from then on the life and death bond was separated by yin and yang.
An He was dumbfounded. She couldn't understand Yu Zhesen's motivation for acting like this. Driven by strong curiosity, she awakened Shi Xin to establish telepathy with each other.
So she saw Aunt Huaixia, whom she had been longing for for many years, in Yu Zhesen's mind.
Yu Zhesen's mind was basically a time machine projection room at the moment, with the figures of Yu Yashu and Chen Huaixia all on the screen.
These images excavated from the depths of memory have a kind of filter from old photos, but they are no match for this. Chen and his wife are handsome and dashing. Even if the colors are a bit dull and distorted, they still cannot conceal their outstanding charm.
When Yu Yashu is in the work office, he looks polite and has a scholarly air in his conversation and behavior. However, when he is out on missions, his temperament is extremely different. He is also a desperate boss.
Like her husband, Chen Huaixia also has a huge contrast. In the former scene, she is still fully armed and fighting against the vicious criminals. In the latter scene, she is wearing a cute apron and gently making soup in the kitchen.
The mobile crib was parked on the side away from the stove. Chen Huaixia blew on the small half spoonful of soup in the soup spoon for a long time, took a sip, then came to the bedside, leaned over and fed it back with a kiss.
The son who cannot speak.
"How does the soup mom made taste?" She teased the little guy with a smile, "Do you want to have another bite?"
Yu Zhesen stood at the door of the kitchen, staring intently at the mother who was extremely young and would remain young forever, his eyes blurred with tears while his lips moved slightly.
"Mom..." He couldn't control his voice and expressed his deep longing for Chen Huaixia.
"Auntie often says that she is not ready to have children, but in my opinion, she is already very good at being a mother." An He, who entered Yu Zhesen's consciousness through the connection between time and heart, appeared beside him out of thin air, side by side.
Crossed arms.
An He's voice made Yu Zhesen, who was lost in longing, come back to his senses a little and hold back his tears in time.
"Aren't you going to watch your own funeral?"
"It's boring now that the freshness has worn off." An He shrugged, "Besides, when I saw you crying so realistically, Xiaosen, I couldn't help but want to see what you were doing."
"It stands to reason that I was too young at this time and should not remember this scene." Yu Zhesen looked at the crib, "But the memory scene that is reappearing now is very real... An He, is this really me?
Memories, or is it something I made up in my own head?"
"You can suspect that your memory is bad, but you don't have to doubt your timing. All of this is not reproduced through the perspective of 'you', the child in the crib. You can see that these are originally the result of timing.
Unless you think Shixin will deceive you about this kind of thing, there is no need to worry about the truth or falsehood."
Yu Zhesen accepted this view. He calmed down and decided to withdraw from these memories first.
After all, his starting point for watching these things is to brew up sad emotions to suit the atmosphere of reality. He does not really want to use these pictures to break his defense. Now the effect has gone too far, so he stopped immediately.
An He also interrupted the spiritual connection with each other, withdrew from Yu Zhesen's consciousness and returned to the prosthetic body of the bionic maid.
The funeral in real life has reached the final part of laying flowers, and the funeral staff distributed the white roses and daisies prepared in advance to everyone present.
"Yu Zhesen, you come first." After Lu Yuhong discussed with the funeral director, he came to Yu Zhesen and asked him to take the lead in laying the first flowers at An He's cemetery.
Yu Zhesen did not hesitate and immediately stepped forward with the flowers. At this moment, he vaguely felt that there seemed to be mist in the cemetery area, and the woods in the distance seemed to be covered with a veil.
This quickly reminded him of the night when he met the Arbitrator "Benevolence" and the heavy fog that spread on the street for no reason.
Why is it fog again? Is there something wrong with the climate in Xingzhou City?
