After Fengshen's return, I relied on fortune-telling to connect to eight hot searches

Chapter 53 Faith in the Deep Soul

The memorial service in the lobby ends.

The urns of the martyrs were covered with national flags, picked up by soldiers in uniform, and sent to the car with firm steps.

The procession began to drive towards the cemetery.

Along the way, countless people spontaneously came to see them off, holding banners in their hands, which read mourning the people's martyrs and heroes.

Jiang Chengmian was also in the see-off line.

She was wearing a low-key and simple dress, her hair was pulled up high and tied into a ball head, and she looked refreshing.

"boom--"

The line was a bit crowded, and a woman next to her who was wearing high heels and a mask accidentally twisted her foot and fell to the ground.

He let out a low cry in pain, "Ugh..."

"Are you OK."

Jiang Chengmian stopped walking.

She squatted down and pulled up the woman who had fallen on the ground, and noticed that the skin on her knee was slightly broken, and bright red blood overflowed.

Jiang Chengmian opened the bag she was carrying, and there was a pack of band-aids inside.

Picking up one of the band-aids and tearing it off, he stuck it on the other party cleanly and gently.

"Thank you."

A woman in a floral dress and a mask looks up.

Seeing this serious and focused person in front of her, Lan Suxin's eyes rippled, feeling extremely familiar.

Hesitantly said, "You...you are Jiang Chengmian?"

Jiang Chengmian crumpled up the rubbish torn from the band-aid and held it in her hands.

"No."

The voice is indifferent and has no temperature.

There was also no panic at all, as if the other party really admitted the wrong person.

"……Feel sorry……"

Seeing that this person is so calm and unhurried, Lan Suxin just thinks that she has recognized the wrong person.

"Ah."

Jiang Chengmian took care of the other party's wounds, didn't stay long, and continued to keep up with the large troops in front to send the martyrs who died in the huge fire.

Lan Suxin, who was standing there, just wanted to keep up.

"Buzzing—"

The phone vibrated and the bell rang.

Seeing the call note, he picked up his phone and limped towards a quiet corner.

Press the answer key.

A worried voice came from the receiver.

"Lan Suxin, where did you go? The company arranged for you to have dinner with some well-known directors and investors in the industry, but you disappeared after playing the game. Forget it, I don't care about this matter. Come back soon. I picked up a variety show for you..."

The manager was talking non-stop on the other end of the phone, and Lan Suxin was holding the phone with an expressionless face.

"understood."

After dealing with the agent casually, regardless of whether the person on the other side would get angry, he hung up the phone.

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Jiang Chengmian followed the army to the Martyrs Cemetery.

The cries of family members resounded in my ears.

Army. People tidied up the red flags and put the urns into the dug pit.

The urn was put away and the tombstone was covered, completely blocking people's sight.

Accompanied by the passionate suona sound.

A loud shout sounded.

"salute!"

In the front of the martyrs' cemetery stood the family members, as well as the comrades-in-arms of these martyrs, firefighters, police and so on.

"salute!"

Everyone looked solemn and saluted together.

At the end of the line are the people who spontaneously came to see off.

"salute!"

They also raised their hands and saluted respectfully, with deep regret and deep admiration in their hearts.

Jiang Chengmian stood in the martyr's cemetery, a smile appeared on her cold and indifferent face.

She felt the breeze blowing, and she felt peaceful. She was clearly in the cemetery, but she didn't feel any fear.

Because she firmly believes.

(End of this chapter)