While sleeping in a daze, Zhao Yan was woken up by a cry. He thought he was still in a dream, but the sound of knocking on the door and calling his name immediately made him wake up.

"Bang bang!"

"Bang bang!"

"Mr. Zhao! Mr. Zhao! Zhao Yan! Fan Long's parents and family are here! Mr. Zhao! Fan Long's family is here! Are you coming?"

Zhao Yan sat up from the bed in shock. He didn't feel the silver-white halo flashing away on his body, and it completely trapped under his skin.

Because he suddenly sat up from the bed, his right hand accidentally swept a glass on the bedside table. There was half a cup of clear water in the cup. With a loud noise, Zhao Yanran turned his head and looked at it. The water cup had already rolled down from the bedside table. Most of the clear water in the cup had been poured out, and it was about to break on the floor tiles.

Zhao Yan reached out to grab the water cup in a reflexive manner, but it was obvious that it was too late. Zhao Yan frowned and his irritability just started, which made his eyes suddenly shrink.

The glass suddenly stopped falling, including the clear water that had been poured out of the cup. Time seemed to have stopped at this moment. Then, in Zhao Yan's incredible gaze, all the clear water poured into the void returned to the glass. The glass that was about to break on the floor tiles also flew up quickly. With a light "boom", it returned steadily to the bedside table. The clear water in the cup shook a few times and then returned to the calm, as if the scene of the falling down had not appeared at all.

this……

Time back?

Zhao Yan was shocked. Just now, for a moment, he felt that he had some magical connection with the water cup. That feeling flashed away. When he wanted to capture that connection and that feeling, the water cup had returned to the bedside table, including the original clear water in the cup.

Zhao Yan's eyes moved down and fell on the ground, and there was no drop of water on the ground.

"Mr. Zhao! Mr. Zhao! Fan Long's family is here, will you come out?"

The sound of slapping the door and Wang Qin's voice came in again, leaving Zhao Yan with no more time to think about the feeling just now.

"Oh, I'm up! Come out soon!"

Zhao Yan agreed, covered his hands on his face and rubbed his face hard to make himself more awake, and then got up and strode over to open the door and walk into the living room.

In the living room, Fan Long's parents, second uncle and others were indeed here. When Zhao Yan saw them, Fan Long's mother was shrank and sitting on the sand crying. Fan Long's father and second uncle were both red and swollen, and their faces were sad.

It is always heartbreaking and unbearable for white people to give black people.

Seeing Zhao Yan coming out of the room, Fan Long's mother's crying immediately became much louder. As soon as she saw Zhao Yan, she immediately stood up and threw herself in front of Zhao Yan. She grabbed Zhao Yan's arm with rough hands, and cried and asked with tears in her face: "A Yan! A Yan... Why? Why didn't you take good care of A Long? Why did so many people have nothing to do, but A Long is in trouble? Why?"

The others came over to help her comfort her. Zhao Yan felt very uncomfortable, but she couldn't defend herself.

He could feel the grief in Fan Long's mother's heart. The only son of Fan Long in their family is Fan Long, who is only 18 years old.

...

That afternoon, Fan Long's parents and second uncle called a hospital corpse transport truck and took Fan Long back to Xicheng. Zhao Yan, Wang Qin, Xi Jian, Zheng Xiaohua and others also drove along the way.

When the car arrived in Xicheng, dozens of relatives and friends from Fan Long's family came. Everyone was sad and cried. There were more women and women. The saddest one was Fan Long's grandmother. Before the old man could see Fan Long's remains, he fainted from crying.

The corpse transport truck stopped downstairs of Fan Long's house for less than an hour before driving to the funeral home.

Zhao Yan heard that it was because Fan Long was too young and died young and could not hold a funeral at home, which made Zhao Yan even more sad.

It also made Fan Long's family even more sad.

Fan Long's body was stopped in the funeral home for two days, and was cremated two days later and buried in a cemetery in the western suburbs of Xicheng.

Zhao Yan has been expressionless these days and rarely speaks. His parents and elder sister have both gone to the funeral home to see Fan Long's remains and attended Fan Long's funeral.

On this day, perhaps God is also saddened by Fan Long's death. It rained heavily in Xicheng, which did not rain for many days. The sky was dark and dark, making people feel depressed at a glance.

All those attending the funeral were dressed in black clothes and holding black umbrellas. Zhao Yan stood at the edge of the crowd. Lou Wenhao and Ji Yichun stood silently next to him. Zhao Yan had no umbrella in his hands and was mostly wet. Lou Wenhao held an umbrella to help him block it so that he would not continue to get wet in the rain.

Zhao Yan's eyes kept looking at the black and white photos of Fan Long on the tombstone. Some rain touched his two long black eyebrows and eyelashes, making his eyes look more melancholy.

Lou Wenhao and Ji Yichun exchanged glances, and Lou Wenhao whispered and comforted: "Ayan! Don't blame yourself! Along's fault is not yours. Along is in Nanjing, you are in Xicheng, and you can't expect something happened to Along. Fighting with the murderer is Along's own choice! In the future, we will help him take revenge!"

Ji Yichun also comforted him: "Yes! Ayan! Maybe Along is living well in another world now!"

Compared to Zhao Yan, Lou Wenhao and Ji Yichun seemed relatively calm and not so sad because they had broken the mystery of reincarnation, remembered their original identities, and knew that Fan Long died here was not a real death, he just returned to his original world.

After they are completely in the time and space mission of the Ming Dynasty, they will leave here, and they will see "Fan Long" again.

Zhao Yan didn't say anything, and his eyes were still looking at Fan Long's tombstone, and the relatives and friends of Fan Long's family came forward one by one to say their final farewell to Fan Long.

Everyone stepped forward in turn, presented a bouquet of flowers to Fan Long's tombstone, or bowed. Soon, everyone was finished. It was Zhao Yan, Lou Wenhao and Ji Yichun's turn.

"A Yan!"

Lou Wenhao reminded Zhao Yan, and the eyes of the people next to him also fell on Zhao Yan. Zhao Yan's eyes drooped slightly, stepped on the rain, stepped forward two steps, and walked out of the range of the fish umbrella. The rain line fell on his face. Lou Wenhao reacted and hurriedly followed him to help Zhao Yan block the rain.

Zhao Yan did not go to see Fan Long's parents, uncle and others on both sides, walked to Fan Long's tombstone without saying a word, pursed his lips and bowed deeply. Seeing Zhao Yan and Lou Wenhao approaching, Fan Long's mother was just wiping her tears, but suddenly she cried out again.

"Aaron! Aaron...my poor child..."

Zhao Yan closed his eyes, stood in front of Fan Long's tombstone for two seconds, and then turned around and left without saying a word.

Lou Wenhao and Ji Yichun then bowed, then accelerated their pace to chase Zhao Yan.

In the heavy rain, Zhao Yan, dressed in black, walked alone to the mountain, and his back seemed lonely. (To be continued.)8
Chapter completed!