Rebirth of the great hero of Hong Kong

Chapter 355 Chapter 6: Mourning
After watching for a long time, Lin Huaile moved his feet from the car to the ground.

The most indispensable thing in the cemetery is mourners. Men and women in black clothes, old and young, all come to pay homage to their relatives.There is a sad look on the face.

Death is fair, and when it comes, it doesn't care about the identity, gender, or wealth of the person who deserves to die.

In fact, apart from death, a person has nothing to face.

Situ Haonan took out a handful of white chrysanthemums and a bottle of white wine from the trunk.

Baijiu is brewed locally, made by local workshops in villages in the New Territories, and it is sweet potato burnt to anesthetize the spirit and body of the poor.

The bodies of the poor belong to the factory owners. They used to work on the wharf, but now they work as blood-sweat pigs in the factory.

It's all physical work and needs to be supplemented with oil and water.

A day's salary is only enough for the whole family to eat. If you have spare money to buy meat, you can spend a few dollars on a bottle of wine to anesthetize yourself.

When the two of them were wasting time in the sparrow hall, trying to avenge Shuang Linlong, Changmao would get a bottle of local brew like this, and drink it with dried sweet potatoes and peanuts.

In his words, this is turning the original soup into the original food, and sweet potatoes to sweet potatoes.

Lin Huaile held the wine in his hand, and all the past memories came to his mind, lingering, and walked up the mountain without saying a word.

Situ Haonan was holding flowers and followed behind Lin Huaile, while Wang Anxian was at the end, observing the surroundings vigilantly to protect the safety of the boss.

The bigwigs in the text pile are not dead, and the calls for young master Le to avenge Dasha and Wanzhanghong have never stopped.

But the thunder was loud and the rain was little.

As long as Lin Huaile doesn't lose power, the Number Gang won't do anything, they'll just bluff and won't act.

The long-haired cemetery is halfway up the mountain, with excellent scenery, and you can see the lighthouse on the coast.

The tomb was also full of people. The long-haired old man died of his eldest son, and his head turned gray overnight. The old lady also stayed in the hospital for more than ten days. Today, she was helped to attend her son's first seven days.

Chang Mao's pregnant girlfriend, Ke Ke, was also dressed in filial piety, standing beside Chang Mao's old lady, comforting her two young siblings in a low voice.

Qilinwen, Master Bai, on behalf of He Xinghe, came to participate in Changmao's first seven.

Yuan Bao, Xie Lan and other acquaintances and friends also came to give away their mutual friends.

As for Tsz Yun Shan and the horse boys who have been favored by Long Mao, they are all here, ready to send this good old man for the last time.

Even many partners who had business dealings with Lin Huaile also sent special personnel to worship, and sent wreaths and gift money.

The coffin was placed aside, and several workers were leveling the tomb. Feng Shui masters and priests were also on the side, waiting for the last moment.

Lin Huaile saw the crowd hovering in front of the tomb from a distance, frowned, but still walked over.

"Brother Le."

"Ale."

"boss."

"Lin Sheng."

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Lin Huaile walked up to the long-haired old bean first, and wanted to speak, but it felt like a bone was stuck in his throat, and he couldn't say anything.

"Ale, you are a good boy, I know you have tried your best."

"It's not good to have a long hair, and you can't enjoy the glory and wealth."

The long-haired old bean couldn't say a word until this point, and big teardrops rolled out of his cloudy and godless eyes.

Seeing this scene, Lin Huaile's heart agitated like a knife, and his eyes immediately turned red.

"Ale, first go put incense sticks on the long hair."

Seeing that Lin Huaile was not in good condition, Xie Lan quickly stepped forward and put the incense that he had prepared in his hand into his hand.

In any case, the dead are the most important, and they must burn incense sticks.

The incense was lit, and Lin Huaile bowed three times before inserting the incense into the incense burner.

"Ale, this is the meaning of the association, it is the settlement fee."

Bai Ye, who was beside Qilinwen, came out on his own initiative, and handed an envelope to Lin Huaile.

Settlement allowance, every brother who contributes to the society will receive a posthumous subsidy, this money is for their wives and children.

It's not like the mainstay of the family is gone, and the whole family goes directly to the street to beg for food.

Lin Huaile took the envelope, the inside was thin, it should be a check.

"The total is 50. The number of transactions in Hung Hom is small. Brother Wen and I added some, which can be regarded as an explanation for Changmao's family."

"Changmao is a harmonious person. He Xinghe will take care of life, old age, sickness and death."

Master Bai said some polite words, then retreated to the back.

50 yuan, which is a sky-high amount of relocation expenses. After Shuang Linlong died, Xinghe sent someone to send 5 yuan, saying it was relocation expenses.

For the sake of Lin Huaile's face, it has been doubled ten times, which is really a big deal.

When it comes to being a human being, even if there are ten of them, they can't keep up with the old guy Qilinwen.

Lin Huaile didn't keep the money in his hands, but handed it over to the long-haired old man to keep it.

This is what Changmao paid for with his life, and it needs to be put to practical use.

When the guest of honor arrives, the auspicious time also arrives.

Pulled by the eight boys, the coffin landed steadily on the carefully leveled tomb.

"Fear not, for I am the first, and the last, and the living one, and I died, and now I am alive forever and ever, and I hold the keys of death and Hades."

Seeing that the coffin had fallen into the tomb, the priest took the confession in his left hand and the holy water in his right, and circled around the long-haired cemetery.

While circling, chanting scriptures, and pouring holy water on the coffin.

"We hope that all the believers who have passed away will be able to obtain eternal rest by the mercy of our Lord God, and will look up and worship you in the kingdom of heaven forever. Amen!"

After reading the scriptures, the priest made a sign of the cross on his chest and stepped aside.

Lin Huaile was the first to step forward, grabbed a handful of soil, and threw it on top of the coffin.

The people behind followed suit, grabbing a handful of dirt and throwing it on top of the coffin as a final farewell.

Lin Huaile stood aside. At this moment, he had already put on sunglasses, so that no one could see the change. He just took a bag of soil from Situ Haonan, and poured it into the grave after waiting for everyone to lift the soil and bid farewell.

That is the soil of the New Territories, the land that Chang Mao stepped on when he was born.

The long-haired old lady couldn't stand it anymore, she cried a few times, and then fell to the ground, causing the people around her to cry out in surprise, and rushed to help her, and sent her to the hospital down the mountain.

The long-haired old bean also groaned a few times, directing the two young children to follow to the hospital, while he looked at the photo on the tombstone reluctantly, wanting to see his child more and accompany him for the last time.

"Uncle Luo, I have not spared anyone who harmed Changmao, and they all went down to treat Changmao as cattle and horses."

"Whether the child in Coco's belly is a long-haired or not, I will let him wear sackcloth and mourning for the long-haired."

"Brothers and sisters, you don't need to worry about your elders. I will take care of them and let them go to study abroad. Let them eat well, wear warm clothes, and be rich all their lives."

Lin Huaile's mood stabilized a lot, he took the initiative to walk in front of the long-haired old bean, and said in a low voice, wanting to comfort those who are also sad.

The long-haired old bean smiled miserably, and murmured: "Even if I take revenge, my son will never come back."

"My bad boy will never come back."

(End of this chapter)