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The sky was gray, and by eight o'clock in the morning, a misty drizzle began to fall.

Today is Wen Erlan's funeral, is it possible that God is moved to tears because of this hard-working, but legendary woman in her life?

The whole of Jeju City seems to be shrouded in a kind of sadness.

Originally, it was just a quiet funeral, but no one expected that tens of millions of people would come together to see Wen Erlan on her last journey.

First, in the memorial hall, Wen Erlan's relatives, friends, and colleagues worshiped one after another. Someone outside the door shouted in surprise: "Huh? Isn't that the executive vice mayor of Jeju City, Lim Kio-gun? ”

Jeju City Executive Vice Mayor Lim Kio Qun?

Everyone looked in the direction of the entrance, but the middle-aged man who walked in with heavy steps was not Lim Kio-gun, the executive vice mayor of Jeju City!

Not only Lin Qiaoqun, but more than a dozen people followed, which one is not a big official with a head and a face. Including the other three deputy mayors, they also came together.

This funeral, with the appearance of these high-ranking officials, has invisibly become more grand.

Lin Qiaoqun led more than a dozen high-ranking officials, and bowed three times in a row under the slogan of the funeral master. Someone found that the corners of Lin Qiaoqun's eyes seemed to be filled with crystal tears.

Yes, Wen Yilan can make God cry movingly, how can a mortal with flesh and blood not be moved?

After the ceremony, Lin Qiaoqun walked up to Wen Erlan's mother and younger brother, held Wen Erlan's mother's hand tightly, and said, "Eldest sister, don't worry, the organization has been decided. You, and your beloved son, in the days to come, the government will definitely provide you with the best living security. This is my phone, if there is anything, call me directly. I, Lin Qiaoqun, swear here that I will be on call! ”

Lin Qiaoqun's words made Wen Yilan's mother cry with gratitude, and even more relieved everyone present.

At this time, Liu Hanyan was already crying. Han Xiaohei, who was standing opposite, looked distressed. But he knew that even if he walked over and said something, it would be useless. The best way is to let endless tears lick the wounds of the cold smoke of the willows.

Liang Yin and the others, who came with Han Xiaohei, had already cried red in their eyes.

At this time, Lin Meijia, who had also arrived early, stood next to Han Xiaohei.

"God is not fair, but it's good that she met you." Lin Meijia said.

"Officer Lin, I am a little confused when you say this, I don't understand what you are talking about." Han Xiaohei pretended to be stupid and stunned. When he saw the affirmation in Lin Meijia's eyes, he had to admire that as a people's policeman, Lin Meijia had the sharpest intuition and bold judgment.

"I knew you would say that." Lin Meijia smiled, and another drop of crystal fell from the corner of her eye, "I hope she can live happily in heaven." ”

Before Lin Meijia could finish speaking, a young man in a police uniform walked behind Lin Meijia and whispered: "Director Lin, according to your instructions, all of our people are here and go outside to maintain order." ”

This funeral was unprecedented in Jeju City, and the number of people gathered outside was already tens of thousands. In order to prevent unnecessary accidents, the relevant departments dispatched personnel from the security company to maintain order. But there are far from enough people, and police officers can only be sent to help.

Director Lin?

Han Xiaohei remembers Lin Meijia, isn't she the instructor of the Fuhe Road Police Station? When did you become the director?

"Don't scare me, I won't see you for a few days, you're really the director?" Han Xiaohei asked.

"It's still right!" Lin Meijia is not shy about it.

"Awesome!" Han Xiaohei gave Lin Meijia a thumbs up, "Ask for a cover!" ”

"Can't you just be serious?" Lin Meijia looked down at the neckline, but fortunately it was not opened.

"I'm talking about having you cover me, not the one you wear." Han Xiaohei said weakly.

"Nasty!" Lin Meijia twisted her face to the side, her white and tender little face was already half red.

Lin Meijia was not afraid of power and reported the seven officials. Although it didn't work out and he was imprisoned in a psychiatric hospital, he also contributed a lot. In addition, with the fall of the seven officials, their relationship networks were thoroughly investigated, including the former director of the Huofu River Road Police Station. As a result, the former director of the Fuhe Road Police Station was punished, the post of director was vacant, and the organization knew that Lin Meijia was a rare talent, so Lin Meijia was allowed to take office.

Of course, Lin Meijia was able to be successfully promoted to the position of director, but there is another hidden reason. As for what the secret is, anyway, as an outsider, Han Xiaohei, I don't know.

However, when Wen Yilan came out of the funeral and was sent to the cemetery. Lin Qiaoqun, executive vice mayor of Jeju City, walked next to Lin Meijia and whispered without anyone noticing: "Daughter, don't be angry with your dad anymore, go home." ”

Lin Meijia didn't react, she didn't even look at the mayor, she quickened her steps and threw Lin Qiaoqun behind.

Others may not have noticed, but Han Xiaohei saw it in his eyes and listened to it in his heart.

Daughter?

Oh, my God!

Lin Qiao Group? Lin Meijia?

Could it be that these two people are really father and daughter?

Lin Meijia's father turned out to be the deputy mayor. Then this girl can be described as an out-and-out second-generation official.

However, judging from just now, the father and daughter don't seem to get along very well, what is the knot in the heart that makes Lin Meijia even reluctant to deal with her son?

From the funeral home to the cemetery, there is a distance of three or four kilometers. Tens of thousands of people on both sides of the road, none of them had umbrellas, all of them were drenched in light rain, with a heavy heart, quietly watching Wen Yilan.

A poor woman, with her life, sought justice for herself, but also exposed the ugliness of this society and punished seven high-ranking officials. This is a woman who can sing and cry and deserve the admiration of the world.

Wen Erlan, beautiful angel, go all the way.

In the cemetery, when Wen Yilan's ashes were buried. Everyone could no longer hold back the sadness in their hearts, and 80 percent of them cried bitterly.

Even Han Xiaohei didn't know whether it was rain or tears on his face.

He looked at the gray sky, and there seemed to be a woman's smiling face hanging in the dark clouds. Is that you? Teacher Wen?

You are gone, but you live forever in our hearts!

It was just after noon that Wen Yilan's funeral was over. It's just that the tens of thousands of people who came to see him off stubbornly came to Wen Erlan's tombstone one by one, bowing, blessings, and flowers.

Until the last crowd offered flowers, all the flowers offered by the crowd had been piled up into a hill.

The staff of the cemetery did not immediately clean up. Instead, he put a mountain of flowers in a circle around Wen Erlan's cemetery.

I hope that this poor woman, in heaven, can still smell their fragrance

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