This farewell meeting for the body was not a general memorial service, but in a much simpler form, it was all taken care of Mr. Song's will. Otherwise, according to Song Yun's wishes, at least the flag would be lowered in the red wall, which would be worthy of his second grandfather's identity.

The farewell meeting of the body lasted for a long time. During this period, Xu Hongxing and other senior officials in southern Jiangsu also came to the mourning hall to see Mr. Song for the last time. The entire Song family house was filled with a sense of sadness.

The body farewell party continued until the evening, and then the body was sent to the crematorium according to the good times that I don’t know who saw it.

The crematorium is located in the suburbs. The convoy is naturally the leading road along the way. The entire convoy seems very solemn, and there are naturally martial law along the way. Although Mr. Song’s death will not be widely reported on TV, it is similar to the etiquette of ordinary senior management.

After arriving at the system-specific crematorium, there was a wave of etiquette on the scene. Song Yun just numbly executed and listened to other people's orders.

At this time, Song Yun suddenly felt that his whole body seemed to be ethereal, as if his soul had left his body, and everything around him seemed to be clear about it.

Some people are crying, some are talking in a low voice, some are expressionless, and some are gloating, and they have all kinds of emotions.

Song Yun looked at the thousands of farewell teams around him in a daze.

Is this... the warmth and coldness of human feelings?

What happens when a person is alive and what others do after death is like? At this moment, it seems so obvious, which makes Song Yun's heart twitch. He doesn't know how to understand a person's death, and he also hates death. He doesn't want to see so many naked things appear in front of him.

Before Mr. Song's body was cold, Song Meiqin could jump out and bite her father. Some people could laugh, while others cried in disgrace.

When Mr. Song was alive, no one of these people was not living with Mr. Song.

However, now that Song Lao is dead, some people have a conscience and can still be sad, while those without conscience immediately began to be happy.

What exactly is this?

Song Yun felt that his thinking was a little confused.

Will the changes in the world come so quickly after a person dies?

At this moment, a warm little hand held Song Yun's hand.

“This is life.”

Qingluan whispered, "We all want to live and die, and what we have to do is to make more people truly sad for us when we die."

"Um."

Song Yun nodded, followed the crowd into the hall of the crematorium.

Mr. Song's body was quietly lying in a crystal coffin. Then, the crystal coffin was sent to the conveyor belt. As Ai Le slowly became louder, the conveyor belt moved.

The crystal coffin was slowly sent into the crematorium.

I don't know how long it took.

A urn was held in Song Ergou.

"Go back."

Song Ergou said, "First take your second grandfather home to enjoy a little incense, and then follow your second grandfather's will to make him integrate with the land of China."

"I understand." Song Yun nodded, followed the convoy and left the crematorium.

At this time, at Yanjing Airport.

Song Kunlun's private plane has slowly landed.

When the body was saying goodbye, he did not come, and when the cremation was cremated, he did not come. Now, Mr. Song has become the ashes in the box held by Song Ergou.

Song Kunlun came to the capital.

He is going to get some things back.

Something he thinks belongs to him.

The box containing the ashes of Song was placed in the middle of the lobby by the Song family, and there were several incense burners in front of them. According to the rules of the Song family, the deceased heads of the Song family and the branch heads of the Song family would be worshipped here, and then enjoy the incense of the Song family for a period of time, and finally they would be moved to the ancestral hall. However, the heads of the Song family who had passed away were worshipped here in the past, and this time, the ashes of the Song family were placed here.

Song Yun stood quietly beside the ashes, watching the Song family burning incense to Mr. Song here.

No matter how romantic or peak a person you are, after death, it is just a box of weight.

There were many people burning incense. There were thousands of people inside and outside the Song family. Several incense burners were placed in a step-shaped shape in front of the old Song ashes. These incense burners were soon covered with incense.

The incense burner in the middle was for Song Yun and his closest people, Song Ergou, Ye Qingsi, Song Chun, Song Dong, Song Meiqin, Song Meifeng and others all lit their own incense in this incense burner. Xia Tian Qingluan and Song Yun's women also lit the incense later, and the entire lobby became a little smoky for a moment.

"Your second grandfather is also peaceful."

Ye Qingsi stood beside Song Yun and whispered, "After the old man's funeral is done, Song Yun, what are your plans?"

"No plan." Song Yun shook his head and said, "Song Meiqin's matter needs to be dealt with yesterday. I guess Song Kunlun should be about to enter Beijing. At that time, they will definitely use Song Meiqin's words yesterday as an excuse to make things difficult for my father in some aspects. This requires my father to grasp it himself."

"Your dad knows this." Ye Qingsi nodded and said, "Your dad's thoughts are much heavier than you."

"That's good."

Song Yun said, "Mom, I'm also out of my mind. In fact, people don't have a time to leave? Second Grandpa has been in a very glorious life and has reached the peak of a person. There is nothing to regret when he leaves. It's just a pity that he didn't deal with Song Meiqin and others early. However, these people are left to us to deal with. After handling it, the second Grandpa can still be in peace if he knows what he knows in the spring."

"If your second grandfather knew that you had this idea, he would be very happy." Ye Qingsi smiled.

"I also hope that Grandpa II can live a more comfortable life below."

Song Yun said.

One after another, there were many people queuing up outside the lobby.

Just then.

Suddenly, a noisy sound came from outside.

Song Yun frowned slightly and looked out of the hall.

The Song family members who were partying outside the hall walked away one by one, as if they were giving way to someone.

After a few seconds.

A figure as if like a mountain appeared in front of Song Yun.

The visitor was wearing a black suit, with a white cloth strip tied on his arm, his face was solemn, and the momentum on his body seemed to be a towering mountain. On this mountain, there seemed to be thousands of sharp knives, which made people feel a burst of pain all over his body.

This is a very powerful momentum. This momentum is no less than that of Old Song, and is even more aggressive than Old Song.
Chapter completed!