Living organ removal is killing me. He donated all those organs to the elderly in need. The shooting was a formality and hit a dummy.
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There were a sea of people at the press conference site because the press conference and memorial service merged together. Four police officers in the police station hall had been cremated, and the photos were lined up. There was a solemn and depressed atmosphere in the whole police station hall. The families of the deceased sobbed and encouraged each other. At this moment, they actually held hands and only shed a thousand tears.
In the morning, when Zhuang Nianhua felt that he could move, he discussed with me that he would come out to attend the memorial service.
I thought about it and thought it was good for him to attend, but his body worried me. At this moment, Li Xiang sent clothes and took care of Zhuang Nianhua carefully with two male nurses. Not only did the injured part not get wet, but he also took a refreshing bath.
I had no reason to stop him, so I tied his tie and told him with a smile, Then you should go early and pay attention to your health.
You come with me.
I often know how to tie solemnly, which makes perfect. Tie is always done in one go. Let me lift my eyes to him involuntarily after a manual meal.
He looks noble, and his words are also refutable.
You are responsible for pushing the wheelchair. Today, this dress is very fit, just with me.
With that, Li Xiang handed me a small white flower, which was a woman’s funeral. The hair card was exquisitely designed like a real flower.
But I always feel bad when I go … Where’s Lin Zeyu?
After all, Lin Zeyu is her fiancee. I have fully understood that it is difficult to flinch when people speak fearfully. I wish I could be fair to him and not be a little mother.
alas
ZhuangNianHua but slant head hum a breath in my ear.
Do you remember her now?
Even if I didn’t mean to tease me, it made me blush. After all, in the past two days, I started to pursue women and men aboveboard, but I actually forgot about Lin Zeyu. Because Zhuang Nianhua said love when she was engaged, and I always had a strange feeling that he and Lin Zeyu must have something in common.
I think it was a previous acquaintance. When Miss Lin Jialin tried to get married with him, he chose Lin Zeyu. The more I think about it, the more I think it is an emergency. It can be seen that the two people should have known each other for a long time and the tacit understanding is in place.
I don’t know why I really want to get engaged.
Zhuang Nianhua doesn’t know that I have made up so much brain and slightly distanced myself from me. Although Lin Zexiu doesn’t admit it, the world has formed a kind of mind about his death and my father’s death. I naturally wonder how it is possible to move in with the Lins again.
And he stared me in the eye.
autumn waters, I believe you again. If you run away again this time, I don’t care what your reason is. We can’t be connected again. From now on, we will go our separate ways.
☆, Chapter 127 Fall to this point.
The memorial service was crowded with people. Many citizens came spontaneously after watching the news. Everyone was dressed in dark clothes, and some people with big white daisies were waiting for the special flower offering session.
It’s drizzling and snowing again in Kyoto. It seems that it is particularly easy to snow this winter, so the weather is not dry.
It’s the first time that journalists have recorded this moment in spite of the wind and snow with machines to mourn.
The car slowly drove into the camera, and through the window, I could see these kind sacrifices. The police paid tribute to people wearing nameplates from different media. The largest journalist was China Daily, the largest official media representative of the ruling party.
But even if the reporter is busy, every face expression is not easy
I told Zhuang Nianhua, I suddenly remembered a story
The story tells that a reporter in Africa recorded a picture of a vulture eyeing up behind a sallow and emaciated boy. This photo later won an international prize, but at the same time, with limited exposure, public opinion began to attack him onesidedly. The reporter said that he didn’t drive away the vulture for the first time to prevent the child from being hurt, but it was utilitarian to grab the camera first. Although the reporter had explained that the vulture was driven away for the first time after capturing this instant, it was not satisfactory. What did he say? People selectively regarded this point, saying that the reporter had no conscience and no humanity.
The end of the story is that the reporter committed suicide.
My eyes came back from the reporter outside, and I felt that my heart was so sour that tears could not help falling.
But doesn’t the truth need to be reported?
I’m a little choked up and excited.
The publication of that photo is good for African refugees, and people will pay more attention to it and call for the protection of children there. Without the records of these journalists, how can we know that cruel disasters are taking place in those distant places? But people never expect these moral high ground to attack others …
I feel bad that I can’t say no to this matter. It was two years ago. I contacted the reporter solemnly and hoped that she would be strong and not be intimidated by public opinion that she was really good. If I were a girl, every family would dare not work alone in the African war zone.
But my encouragement was too meager, and she still couldn’t bear to commit suicide.
I sent me the last message before I died. I regret choosing news. If there is a generation, I don’t want to be a man. I hope people don’t wait for the afterlife. Everyone will have heaven and hell. I think I will go to heaven. Don’t be sad.
I recited her last words to Zhuang Nianhua. Zhuang Nianhua told me not to be sad, but now I’m so sad. What did you say about good people? What she is like this, so is your father …
I know
Zhuang Nianhua’s timbre was heavy, and suddenly he raised his hand and pushed me into his chest. I closed my eyes and leaned for about three seconds, and then he reacted again. His arm was raised to encircle me and stuffy his arms. The nasal voice was thick to protest Be careful with your arm.
nothing
His voice is still calm, and I don’t want to think much about it. He enjoys the silence in his arms.
Zhuang Nianhua was in a wheelchair, and I got in the car first, and then Chen Xiao and Li Xiang took him from the car to the left and right, counting the camera sounds, and remembering that the flash didn’t stop for a moment, clouds and people were our background.
The live broadcast of Kyoto TV Station is bitterly cold in winter, but the live broadcast reporter started to connect immediately, and the pronunciation standard was clear. It is admirable for Mr. Zhuang to enter the scene now …
The news that Zhuang Nianhua rushed into the fire to rescue the body has naturally spread all over the country. Zhuang Nianhua has always kept a low profile and avoided appearing in front of the camera. This is the first time that such a sensational occasion has appeared. Everyone accused Lin Zexiu of being even more fierce, and the network also brushed up a wave of hatred for the rich.
Of course, we didn’t. Zhuang Nianhua and I put gloves on the front of the car. Even if he was in a wheelchair, he couldn’t hide his dignity. He looked like jade and sat upright, while I pushed him slowly behind to the police hall. Because he had just cried, his eyes were even more uncomfortable, red and itchy
I endured this feeling, and I stood upright and didn’t look back. A flower’s temples trembled, and Zhuang Nianhua and I also fell a thin layer of snow.
In the hall, all police officers, journalists, relatives of the deceased and representatives of various units were seated. The memorial service and press conference were merged. After sitting in the first row, we waited for about ten minutes, and the press conference officially began.
When the director came to Taiwan, he gave the public an explanation of the most accurate situation of yesterday’s incident with a solemn face, and publicly revealed some speculative remarks on the Internet as a response.
Then, the police officers who died in the line of duty made a resolution to seal the martyrs, and awarded medals and pensions to their relatives in strict order.
Third, on behalf of Zhuang Nianhuatai, Li Xiang expressed the Shenhua group’s regret and apology for this incident and paid compensation to each family.