Chapter 552 Mourning
Lu Jinye's eyes were fixed on the lines of letters and numbers, "which are the formula and molecular formula of the special drug for the red coronavirus developed and summarized by Wen Ni."
"What!"
“The domestic epidemic is at its peak. With this, we can solve the urgent problem!” Baron immediately made arrangements: “Quickly, you guys take pictures of it and send them to me. I’ll contact Uncle Lu right away and get it to the virus research institute as soon as possible!”
"yes!"
Everyone immediately scrambled to their feet.
Lu Jinye remained kneeling on one knee, his heart still churning with turmoil.
A sea breeze blew by, and he lowered his eyes, took off his suit jacket, and gently covered Song Yanfeng's face and body with it!
"I will pass on what you are willing to die to protect."
"The person you risked your life to protect, I will protect."
"Rest assured, I will personally kill all the heinous criminals to honor your heroic spirit!"
Brother, may you rest in peace.
A dull sound, and the sand clenched in his palm rose up.
He stood up, his steps firm and resolute!
The discovery of the specific ingredients and formulation of the effective drug has accelerated China's efforts to control the epidemic. Within days, the advent of this effective drug will dispel the shadow of the epidemic hanging over China.
This will give them more time, energy, personnel, and resources to deal with the war against the Burmese!
People have regained hope, and everything is moving in a positive direction.
But some people remain forever in the past, never to see the future again!
Gangcheng Funeral Home
White mourning banners hung high, and a coffin sat silently in the center of the mourning hall, surrounded by clusters of white flowers. Few people were there to pay their respects…
Only a one-legged man, missing a leg, knelt on the ground, his eyes vacant, his tears dried. He was none other than Venomous Fang, who had retired due to injury.
Behind him stood Lu Jinye, Balun, and Hua Zhuo, all dressed in black suits, quietly keeping him company.
Accompany the person in the coffin on their final journey!
"Song Yanfeng!!"
A voice, trembling with sobs, came from outside the door.
The ones rushing into the hall were Leng Feng and Long Ren, who had rushed over after hearing the news!
They were clearly just coming off a mission from the front lines; they were still wearing jungle combat gear and their faces were painted with camouflage. Fortunately, they escaped unscathed without a single injury.
Following behind them, relatively calm and composed, was their commander, Lu Zhenbang.
His steps were heavy, and his eyes were filled with grief!
They couldn't believe it when they received the news.
How could this be? How could Song Yanfeng be dead!
They had just carried out a mission together not long ago.
He clearly said before he left that he would bring Boss Wen Ni back alive!
How could that quirky, always cheerful and energetic man be lying here so quietly, motionless?
"Song Yanfeng! Get up! Stop pretending to be dead!!"
"You're not even obeying the vice-captain's orders anymore? Song Yanfeng, you've really grown wings, haven't you heard me? Sit up right now!"
“Song Yanfeng, you…”
Leng Feng and Long Ren clung to the transparent coffin lid, sobbing uncontrollably.
Through tears blurring his vision, he saw that Song Yanfeng, lying in the coffin, was clutching a photograph of Wen Ni in his clasped hands...
Upon seeing that photo, Leng Feng's tears flowed uncontrollably!
“This photo! This photo… was taken by Song Yanfeng on the Ferris wheel at the amusement park after he applied for leave at customs… He always carries this photo with him on every mission…” Leng Feng choked up, managing a forced, ugly smile. “That silly kid, he even wanted to confess to the boss back then, but in the end, he didn’t have the guts and never said it…”
"He always talked about how much he liked the boss, and we all thought he was joking. Little did we know that some true feelings can only be spoken as jokes for a lifetime..."
Until his death, it became an irreparable regret!
Several men, as tough as steel, had tears streaming down their faces.
"Brother Lu!"
Outside the mourning hall, a woman's voice, feigning composure but actually trembling and hoarse, could be heard.
"Brother Lu, you left me a message asking me to attend whose funeral? I...did I hear that right?"
The high heels clicked clearly on the ground.
Beneath a gorgeous, colorful long dress, a pair of shapely long legs stepped across the threshold. Her beautiful face was adorned with the most glamorous makeup, and beneath her long eyelashes, her eyes sparkled with the calmest madness. The corners of her lips were stiffly turned up, and her smile was bitter!
"Tang Zi".
"What are you doing? Are you serious?"
Tang Zi forced a smile, pretending to be relaxed.
She looked at the black and white photo of Song Yanfeng in front of the coffin.
Look at Leng Feng, Long Ren, and Du Fang, tears streaming down his face!
She didn't believe it, she didn't want to believe it.
She recognized the people offering their condolences, and she recognized the people in the black and white photos, but she didn't recognize the person lying in the coffin!
"Who is it? Who is lying here? Brother Lu, are you kidding me? Song Yanfeng faked his death like Wen Ni did, right? Did he also go on a mission? Don't hide it from me."
"Tang Zi, the one lying here is Song Yanfeng," Lu Jinye said in a deep voice.
"You're talking nonsense!"
Tang Zi reacted very strongly.
Her body trembled, she swayed, and she smiled as she looked around, trying to find a flaw!
"How is this possible? How could Song Yanfeng be dead? Even if he is dead, he was a soldier. He was in the special forces, just like Wen Ni. Why would you, Brother Lu, be the one to set up the mourning hall for him? Why are there no soldiers here? Why are there only a few people here to pay their respects? You must be lying to me, you must be lying to me!"
“Before the war between China and Burma broke out, Feng Sui disobeyed orders and crossed the border without permission. He was considered a deserter by his superiors, so his family was to handle his funeral arrangements. But he was an orphan, without parents, and no one was there to take care of him… Also, because he was classified as a deserter, he cannot be posthumously awarded the title of martyr!” Every word Leng Feng uttered felt like a knife cutting into his heart, and his lips trembled with pain!
As Tang Zi heard what he said, the expression on her face gradually became more and more rigid, until the corners of her mouth turned down uncontrollably and her eyes became blurry with tears!
"Him? What kind of deserter is he?!" Tang Zi shouted shrilly, on the verge of collapse. "Song Yanfeng brought back a cure for the virus to China, solving the epidemic in China. He made so many contributions to China, carried out so many missions, and saved countless civilians. But now, you're telling me he's a deserter?! He couldn't even be posthumously awarded the title of martyr?! What is this? Tell me what this is?!"
"I will apply to my superiors and explain the specific circumstances. I will absolutely not let Song Yanfeng's efforts go to waste!" Lu Zhenbang said in a deep voice.
Tang Zi's makeup was ruined by tears. She walked unsteadily forward, her fingers trembling as she touched the transparent coffin lid.
"The national flag, where is the national flag? I'm asking you, where is the national flag?"
"Here it is."
Lu Jinye turned around, his face solemn, and held up the red national flag with both hands!
Tang Zi took it with tears in her eyes, then suddenly flung it over her wrist, and the fluttering red flag covered the coffin!
"He dedicated his short life to the country, and even on his deathbed, he was still thinking about saving the country from peril and rescuing the people from the abyss of suffering!"
"Some people's deaths are as light as a feather, not worth mentioning, but his death is heavier than Mount Tai, and we will never forget it!"
The final note was resounding and powerful.
The mourning hall was filled with the sounds of weeping!
The leaves outside rustled, and the swaying branches seemed to be bidding a final farewell to the departed spirits!
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