Mr.president, you are too gentle

Fang Tianluo still had many words to refuse, but he was silent when he came into contact with Wu Qing's parents' old face. He opened his mouth, but he was still unable to speak. Finally, he just nodded silently.

Wu Qing's parents over there left with a happy look. While enduring great grief, they also need to take care of their son's funeral.

Wu Qing has been competitive all her life. Now that people are gone, the funeral must be beautiful. Standing in front of his son's spiritual throne, the spirit of God can make him feel at ease.

Fang Tianluo hesitated at home for a long time. Finally, he changed into a black suit and went to Wu Qing's house.

In fact, Wu Qing's family has always been very rich. Her parents are internationally famous figures in scientific research. It is said that researchers are generally cool and indulge in R & D.

But Wu Qing's grandfather was the most famous architect in Kyoto at that time. Even the design of Tiananmen Square now has the share of Wu Qing's grandfather. When Wu Qing's mother married Wu Qing's father, the dowry was all Grandpa's property.

The rich family property made many people very jealous at that time, and they all lamented the good luck of Wu Qing's father. Those dowries include this villa in the southeast of Kyoto.

This is also the place where Wu Qing grew up and carried many memories. After hesitation, the funeral was held here.

Because of the popularity of Wu Qing's parents, many people came to attend. Everyone is dressed in black and looks sad, but who knows if their hearts are equally sad.

It's time for everyone to pray separately. Wu Qing's parents are wearing black clothes and are beside Wu Qing's memorial tablet. Whenever a person comes up to offer incense, he bends down and thanks.

Fang Tianluo is already late. It's the first time he wears such a formal suit, but he didn't expect such an occasion. He obviously cleaned himself up. Although his face was a little haggard, he looked energetic.

Fang Tianluo's skin is very white, and the face set off by this set of black is a little tender. He is really very handsome. He has a straight face. When he smiles, he has shallow dimples. He is the kind of lucky look that adults like.

The villa was dressed in black and white. When Fang Tianluo entered from the door, his face was always pale. His white was terrible, even his lips were white, and his body was as thin as paper, as if he could fall to the ground in the next second.

The pace is steady, with the determination of never returning, hurried to the mourning hall.

In this way, he suddenly appeared in the center of the mourning hall, looked solemn and did not follow the people waiting for incense to mourn. Instead, he went straight to the memorial tablet of the mourning hall, in a trance.

Someone nearby couldn't help but make a voice to remind him, "the deceased is dead, please mourn. Wait for mourning, don't disturb the soul."

Sorry? This is the word Fang Tianluo heard most during this period. But no matter how many times I've heard it, Fang Tianluo still can't do it. He can't do the word mourning.

The difference between birth, old age and death is what happens to yourself. The word "sorrow" is something no one can do.

Fang Tianluo didn't seem to hear the reminder from others. He still went straight to the center of the mourning hall.