Reborn 1980: The rough man was driven crazy by the little crying bag again

"Leadership Foundation." The man tapped the big characters on the stainless steel plate with his hand, and paused every word.

He looked carefully at the contents of the newspaper and explained: "It is to treat those children with disabilities, and to provide education for those children who cannot afford to read..."

Zhang Lingzhi was not interested in what she said, and asked, "Is it Lin Qiaoqiao's Qiaoqiao?"

"Of course not, 'leading' is used to describe outstanding talents."

"Oh." She replied disappointedly, she thought Chen Shanye was still thinking about Lin Qiaoqiao.Her mother used to be a great dancing god. She once said that there is an invisible connection between the living and the dead.

Even if you are dead, as long as there are people who care about you, your life in the underworld will be better.

Lin Qiaoqiao had suffered enough during her lifetime, and she didn't want to be bullied below.

"What are you moaning about?"

As soon as Zhang Lingzhi said her thoughts, her man cut her head off in disdain: "Lin Qiaoqiao is dead, and her brothers are still alive, so they will definitely not be bullied. Their family will burn incense if they don't bully others."

"That's right." Seeing that what he said made sense, Zhang Lingzhi also smiled.

"Chen Shanye has done a great deed." The man put the newspaper on a shelf aside and said in admiration, "My current colleagues know that I am from the same village as Chen Shanye, and I am very proud."

"Yesterday you scolded someone with a white-eyed wolf." Zhang Lingzhi made trouble.

The days passed slowly, and it was two years in a flash.

Sun Jude rushed over with a newspaper again, and his eyes were red before he could speak: "Chen Shanye is dead, the plane crashed."

Zhang Lingzhi's heart skipped a beat. She heard from the radio last week that a passenger plane bound for the United States had crashed, but she didn't expect Chen Shanye to be in it.

She read the newspaper in the morning, and the assistant wearing glasses who gave him the envelope in the afternoon brought a coffin into the coffin.

It is said that there is no corpse in the coffin, it is just some clothes, and it is impossible to find the bones in the plane crash.

Before the plane crashed, the staff on the plane asked every passenger to write a will.

Chen Shanye's will was also simple. All his personal property was assigned to the Qiaozhu Foundation, and he even specified that he would be buried there after his death.

When the coffin was buried, there was a great sensation. All the famous people from the whole province came, and many media reporters also came to surround the buried people.

Zhang Lingzhi was still holding the baby in her arms, and squeezed it several times but failed to get in.

Her man pushed aside the crowded crowd in front to avoid squeezing the two of them, sweat was pouring out of his forehead.

It was Zhang Lingzhi who said: "Forget it, let's go home for dinner, anyway, it's right here, we can burn some paper anytime, anywhere."

The people who joined in the fun came and left quickly. After five o'clock in the afternoon, only the former assistant was left, and a circle was drawn to burn the things before Chen Shanye.

Some books were relatively thick, so they could only be opened with a small stick, and a black and white photo fell out, which appeared to be a woman.

Zhang Lingzhi didn't go to school, and was influenced by the idea of ​​dancing a great god since she was a child, so she pushed the assistant away, risking being burned, and pulled the photo out of the fire.

Before Assistant Lu could speak, someone nodded and scolded: "Do you still have common sense? Not everything can be burned, and the owner of the photo will be haunted by bad luck."

It was only after she finished speaking that she could see clearly who the person in the photo was. He was braided upside down, chewing sorghum syrup in his mouth, and showed two dimples when he smiled. Who else could it be if it wasn't Lin Qiaoqiao.

"Don't burn it, give it to me, it can be regarded as a memory."

Assistant Lu still remembered her and knew that this eldest sister was not a bad person, so he nodded and continued to burn things.

They are all old objects, including certificates issued by the previous team, colorful candy wrappers, rubber bands used by little girls...

"Chen Shanye is quite nostalgic."

Assistant Lu nodded and smiled wryly: "Mr. Chen takes these things wherever he goes, and he values ​​them more than his own life."

Zhang Lingzhi smiled awkwardly and said nothing. Just looking at these things, Chen Shanye still had Lin Qiaoqiao in his heart.

After Assistant Lu finished burning the things, he went to deal with other things. The sun was about to set.

The sun cast the last ray of light on the tombstone, and the material of the granite reflected the sunlight, which was a bit dazzling.

Eyes were stinging, Zhang Lingzhi couldn't help but look towards the opposite side, Lin Qiaoqiao's grave was already covered with moss.

The cemeteries of the two people are located opposite each other, not close to each other, but just enough to see each other's positions.

This time Zhang Lingzhi wondered again, since she still likes her, why didn't she get closer after she died, since they were not together during her lifetime.

"Maybe it's shame to see Lin Qiaoqiao." Sun Jude hit the nail on the head.

That's right, although the deaths of the Lin family brothers had nothing to do with Chen Shanye directly, they were suspected of dying after all.

Zhang Lingzhi didn't know what conflicts had happened between Chen Shanye and the brothers of the Zhou family. It usually looked like a normal relationship between a brother-in-law and a brother-in-law.

But now the parties are dead, and there is no way to know.

After a while, Assistant Lu turned back, holding a certificate of honor in his hand, in order to reward Chen Shanye for his feat of donating all his wealth for free.

Now that there are no more people, it can only be officially burned to Chen Shanye.

The lighter wouldn't even light up.

When Zhang Lingzhi was young, she followed her mother to do rituals, knowing that it was a manifestation of the spirit, and she had resentment, so she didn't want to leave.

She leaned over, struck a match to light the paper, and moved her lips: "Chen Shanye, don't worry, Lin Qiaoqiao is also there, Lin Shiwu and the others don't talk well, so be patient."

Secretary Lu is a serious returnee who has received advanced education and is a high-level talent. Naturally, she doesn't believe in strange powers and chaos, so she gave her a hard look.

Perhaps what Zhang Guizhi said really worked. After she finished speaking, the lighter could be lit.

Assistant Lu looked at the black and white photo placed next to the tombstone.

The man in the photo has sword eyebrows and starry eyes, and the corners of his lips curl slightly.

I don't know if it was his own illusion, but Assistant Lu felt that the corners of Chen Shanye's mouth seemed to be a little deeper. He had followed Chen Shanye for many years, so he would definitely not remember it wrong.

Following the eyes of the man in the photo, there were several lonely graves not far away, which looked very strange. Assistant Lu broke out in a cold sweat, and looked at Zhang Lingzhi tremblingly: "Look at the photo, it's moved."

Zhang Lingzhi looked at him like a fool: "You squatted for too long, your eyes are blurred."

Assistant Lu rubbed his eyes, and something even weirder happened. On the certificate of honor that had been burned to ashes before, there was bluish-white smoke slowly rising.

Under the action of the wind, it slowly scooped in the direction of the lonely grave, and finally stopped in front of Lin Qiaoqiao's grave.

Assistant Lu's eyeballs popped out, and after jumping out, they were bounced off by the glasses, and returned to the eye sockets again, holding his clothes tightly with both hands.

In fact, before Zhang Lingzhi came over, he had already burned several photos of Lin Qiaoqiao, so he probably really angered some gods.

He knelt down with a plop, and kowtowed three times against the place where the smoke was coming from: "Daxian, I was wrong, please let us, Mr. Chen, go."