Chapter 2800 Life

Afterlife is much simpler than imagined.

Zhao Laifu took out a copy of Mr. Zhao's will from somewhere. In the will, Mr. Zhao said that after his death, he would not be buried in Babaoshan in Beijing. He only needed to be cremated and his ashes scattered in several places. According to what Mr. Zhao said in his will, this was to follow in the footsteps of Mr. Deng.

What we have to mention here is the friendship between Mr. Zhao and Mr. Deng. The two of them had a deep friendship, and the real rise of the Zhao family was also during Mr. Deng's time. Mr. Zhao always regarded Mr. Deng as his good brother, so the will said that he would follow Mr. Deng's actions back then and scatter his ashes to the Great Wall, the Yellow River and other places.

In the will, Mr. Zhao also said that when he died, there would be no need to set up a mourning hall or have people come to pay tribute to him. He would just come and burn his ashes and be done with it.

Of course, although the will said so, no one in the Zhao family dared to take Mr. Zhao away and burn him. This was Mr. Zhao, the greatest patriarch of the Zhao family. His status was no different from those national leaders. It was considered rude for the country not to lower the flag to half-mast.

However, the Zhao family did not really make a big fuss, but simply arranged a mourning hall.

In the early morning, some people in the Zhao family who were responsible for Mr. Zhao's funeral came to Mr. Zhao's room. These people began to make up and change clothes for Mr. Zhao. Originally, these people had to wash Mr. Zhao's body, but this work was taken over by Zhao Tiezhu.

After Zhao Tiezhu cleaned Mr. Zhao's body alone, he let others come in to make up and change clothes for Mr. Zhao. When washing Mr. Zhao's body, Zhao Tiezhu did not feel any discomfort or embarrassment. In his eyes, Mr. Zhao was his relative, the closest relative.

After all these things were done, Mr. Zhao's body would be moved to the hall of the Zhao family's house.

At this time, the hall had already been decorated as a mourning hall. The body of Mr. Zhao was placed in the middle of the mourning hall. The whole mourning hall was filled with mourning music. There were two rows of people standing in the mourning hall, and the leader was naturally Zhao Ergou.

Zhao Meiqin, Zhao Meifeng and others stood under Zhao Ergou. Although Zhao Meiqin had a fit of rage yesterday, today, Zhao Meiqin seemed much calmer. She just sat on the ground and burned paper money in an iron basin.

The farewell ceremony for Mr. Zhao's body started soon.

Many people, including people from the Qian family, the Sun family, and the Li family, came to the Zhao family to pay their respects, and there were also many prominent figures in the capital.

At noon, the No. 1 leader appeared in the mourning hall.

The No. 1 leader wore a black suit and walked to the front of Mr. Zhao's body. He bowed three times respectfully. This was considered a very solemn understanding. Zhao Tiezhu naturally responded as a family member.

"My condolences."

The No. 1 leader walked to Zhao Ergou's side, whispered this sentence and left. Being able to come here to visit Mr. Zhao was already a great honor given by the No. 1 leader.

After the No. 1 leader came, the other members of the Standing Committee also came to the Zhao family's house. These people stayed a little longer than the No. 1 leader.

This farewell ceremony for the body was not an ordinary memorial service. The form was much simpler. This was to take into account Mr. Zhao's will. Otherwise, according to Zhao Tiezhu's intention, at least Zhongnanhai would have to give up half a chess piece, which would be worthy of his second grandfather's status.

The farewell ceremony for the body lasted for a long time. During this period, Chen Weiguo, Zhang Yihuang and others also came to the mourning hall to see Mr. Zhao for the last time. The whole Zhao family house was filled with a sad smell.

The farewell ceremony for the body lasted until the evening, and then according to the auspicious time that no one knew, the body was sent to the crematorium.

The crematorium is located in the suburbs. The convoy led the way. The whole convoy looked very solemn. The road was under martial law. Although the death of Mr. Zhao was not reported on TV, the etiquette was similar to that of the death of a general leader.

After arriving at the crematorium used exclusively by the government, there was another round of etiquette. Zhao Tiezhu just performed it numbly and listened to others' orders numbly.

At this time, Zhao Tiezhu suddenly felt that he seemed to be ethereal, as if his soul had left his body. Everything around him seemed to be clear to him.

Some people were crying, some were talking in a low voice, some were expressionless, and some were gloating. There were all kinds of emotions.

Zhao Tiezhu looked blankly at the thousands of farewell teams around him.

This... is the warmth and coldness of human feelings.

How a person is when alive, and how others are after death, at this moment, it seems so obvious, so obvious that Zhao Tiezhu's heart twitches. He doesn't know how to understand a person's death. He also hates death. He doesn't want to see so many naked things appear in front of him.

Before Zhao Lao's body is cold, Zhao Meiqin can jump out and bite back at her father. Some people can even laugh, while others cry.

When Zhao Lao was alive, which of these people didn't live under Zhao Lao's nose.

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

What kind of thing is this?

Zhao Tiezhu felt that his thinking was a little confused.

Could it be that after a person dies, the changes in the world will come so quickly?

Just then, a warm little hand held Zhao Tiezhu's hand.

"This is life."

Cao Ziyi said softly, "We all have to live and die, and what we have to do is to make more people feel truly sad for us when we die."

"Yeah."

Zhao Tiezhu nodded, followed the crowd, and walked into the hall of the crematorium.

The body of Mr. Zhao lay quietly in a crystal coffin, and then the crystal coffin was sent to the conveyor belt. As the funeral music gradually 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 Zhao Ergou's hand.

"Go back."

Zhao Ergou said, "First take your second grandfather home to enjoy some incense, and then according to your second grandfather's will, let him merge with the land of China."

"Got it." Zhao Tiezhu nodded, followed the motorcade, and left the crematorium.

At this time, at the Capital Airport.

Zhao Baobao's private plane has slowly landed.

He didn't come to the funeral, nor to the cremation. Now, Mr. Zhao has become the ashes in the box held by Zhao Ergou.

Zhao Baobao has come to the capital.

He wants to take back some things.

Some things that he thinks belong to him.