"Grandma Nie, you are here," Lin Miao hurriedly greeted her and helped her in.

Nie Lan nodded, looked at Lin Miaoxue's snow-white little face and sighed.

"We old guys have already buried our necks in the loess. We take one step earlier and one step later, that's all."

"It's just that you younger generations have to suffer."

Lin Miao smiled and said nothing.

"Grandma Nie," Luo Yan said in a low voice when he came out.

Nie Lan looked at Lin Miao and Luo Yan.

Both of them have a very bad appearance.

She took Lin Miao's hand into the mourning hall, ate the incense stick, and went to the bedroom.

Seeing Mr. Luo wearing his clothes from that time, he looked like he was young in the past.

The expression on her face was a little complicated.

"The old guy is leaving anxiously, and you don't know a lot."

"I've already contacted me, and the convoy will arrive soon and take him to Zhonglie Hall, where everyone will pay tribute to the remains."

"You guys are ready, follow me."

Lin Miao was a little confused when she heard this. After all, she didn't grow up in the courtyard, so she really didn't know some things.

Luo Yan looked at Nie Lan with some complexity.

"Grandma Nie, isn't it too much to mobilize a group of troops?"

After all, the Luo family has no right to speak on it, and grandfather has long since retreated behind the scenes for many years.

"The kids now have long forgotten that they were in the past. Don't they know that there is no peace for them without the older generation's blood and sweating?"

"But they forgot, we haven't forgotten," said Nie Lan: "We can't just wipe out the glory that should be given to him."

As he spoke, the sound of slogans came from outside.

Luo Yan was once very familiar with this voice.

He turned to the door and saw Cheng Yi opening the door, a team of neatly sergeant soldiers came marching.

This is to carry Mr. Luo to a special mourning hall.

Luo Yan suddenly clenched his hands and his lips pursed into a thin line.

Nie Lan stretched out his hand covered with wrinkles and age spots and pressed on the back of Luo Yan's trembling hand.

"Don't worry, Lao Luo should have it. We old guys have helped him win it."

"Grandma Nie," Luo Yan's voice was quiet and hoarse.

Nie Lan smiled, "Don't be too moved, I made an agreement in advance. Lao Luo said before his death that I have no children, and you kid will send me off in the future."

Lin Miao blinked, always thinking that something was a little strange.

Luo Yan said in a low voice.

The soldiers lined up at the door, and someone stepped forward to report to Nie Lan.

Nie Lan nodded and pointed inside.

The soldiers saluted, and the four of them entered and quickly carried Mr. Luo's body out.

Outside the door, Luo's father rushed in quickly.

Seeing Mr. Luo, he burst into tears.

"Dad," Luo's father's voice was heartbreaking. Before he could walk to the stretcher, he was already limp.

The special assistant was quick-witted and quickly helped him up, so he prevented his knee from hitting the bluestone floor.

Luo's father was unresolved, but he just looked at Lao Luo who was passing by in front of him for a moment.

Suddenly, he grabbed the edge of the stretcher.

Holding desperately.

The veins on the back of the old hand bulged, but the fingers were already blue and white.

Lin Miao felt sad and her eyes were hot.

She turned her head quickly, and tears kept falling like broken pillars.

The soldier quickly adjusted the stretcher so that the body did not slide down due to tilting.

Luo's father leaned forward, looked at his face that had no rest, and burst into tears.

Lin Miao had never seen Luo's father like this before.

Even if he gave up his authority and left Changqing, even if he was scolded by Mr. Luo and disliked by Luo Yan, he would maintain a faint sense of decency.

But at this time, all his dignity was gone, and there was only despair and sadness deep in his bone marrow.

Lin Miao touched his eyes and signaled Luo Yan to go over.

When I raised my head, I found that there were tears in Luo Yan's eyes.

But before he could fall, he was blinked.

He strided forward and pulled Cairo's father.

The soldier immediately carried his body forward.

Seeing his father leaving, Luo's father immediately threw away Luo Yan and chased him towards the stretcher.

Special Assistant and Luo Yan were both slow to react, and they raised the person from the left and the right.

Luo's father was not strong enough and was so angry that he beat Luo Yan.

"Okay, there hasn't been enough trouble yet," Nie Lan came over with Lin Miao's hand and said angrily.

As soon as he heard her voice, Luo's father immediately became depressed.

"Your father is going to Zhonglie Hall, why don't you follow me quickly."

Luo's father was stunned for a moment.

Because of his affairs, Mr. Luo once said before his lifetime that he was ashamed of his former friends and would not enter the Zhonglie Hall after his death.

He had wanted to persuade him at that time.

It would be of great benefit to know that a family member is buried there and the future of his descendants.

But Mr. Luo was very determined, and he was in a position of fault, so he didn't say anything.

But I didn't expect that even though my father said this to him, he finally cared about Luo Yan, Haohao and others.

The convoy left, and the special assistant hurriedly drove in.

Everyone got into the car and followed closely behind.

The convoy was extremely slow and he was deliberately driving around the city.

When we arrived at Zhonglie Hall, it was almost noon.

The head of Zhonglie Tang had already been waiting. When the car came in, he took the man to properly place the body.

Lin Miao helped Nie Lan out of the car.

Nie Lan's fingers turned slightly, and she turned to hold Lin Miao's hand.

"Let's go."

She said lightly, with protection hidden in her words.

Lin Miao turned his head, and Nie Lan had already looked forward, as if Lin Miao's feelings were just an illusion.

Luo Yan and Luo's father got out of the car behind.

Luo's father had already calmed down a lot at this time, but he was still a little lost.

Everyone supported each other and walked into the open hall.

At this time, Lin Miao discovered that there were five or six gray-haired elderly people sitting there early in the morning.

Seeing that Luo Father and the others came over, the old men all looked over.

Luo Yan helped Luo's father over.

Luo Father bowed, and bowed weakly.

Luo's father never cried since he got into the car.

Even though he did not shed tears at this time, his eyes were still swollen and red.

The old man had been in friendship with Mr. Luo for many years. Seeing that Mr. Luo was like this, he sighed secretly.

Everyone has heard of Luo’s past events and has been secretly sighing.

But seeing Luo's father looked like at this moment, everyone couldn't help but think that although this child sometimes doesn't have a lot of reliability in his work, he is pure and kind-hearted.
To be continued...