I'm obviously still alive, why do you need to hold a funeral for me?
"Are you unwilling to accept this?
If you are unwilling to accept it, what should you do now?"
Xu Qiaosen knelt down in front of me, wiped away the tears from my eyes with his fingers, and said, "Of course you're not dead.
You're living well now, aren't you?"
"Then, who is she, the woman in that photo?"
She obviously looks like me.
"Her name is Chen Qing, she is Zhang Jia's wife.
This is her funeral, not yours."
I was stunned by his words.
Before I could refute, I saw Zhang Jiazheng walking towards us.
He was wearing a black suit with a small white flower in his jacket pocket.
His eyes were a little red, but not swollen.
There was another person following Zhang Jia, a very beautiful woman.
My words are like fish bones stuck in my throat.
I can’t swallow them or spit them out.
It hurts for the first time.
I have no other senses anymore, only the pain is left.
That woman has familiar eyes, familiar figure, and even the way she walks.
She is so familiar with Zhang Jia.
Why should she be with this murderer?
Why should Zhang Jia be with her?
Why?
My mind was in chaos, the sea water was biting that night, the woman's hatred that night, she wished that I would die immediately, but now Zhang Jia is with her, does Zhang Jia also wish that I would die?
After I disappeared, even my body was not found, so Zhang Jia held this funeral for me.
Was he that impatient?
And that video Zhang Jia said he wanted a divorce, but I didn’t agree because I didn’t agree, so did he want me to die?
So, I’m dead now I watched them walking over.
That familiar face, the face I had seen for ten years, was so strange now, so strange that it made me feel scary.
"Joson" Zhang Jia came over, and the woman also came over, took one look at me, and stood behind Zhang Jia.
"Qiao Sen, I didn't expect you to come over."
"After all, we met once.
I'm sorry."
Xu Qiaosen nodded slightly and said, "How can you commit suicide so well?
When I saw her last time, she didn't look like someone who would commit suicide."
I was shocked, knowing that he was telling me.
Did Zhang Jia say that I committed suicide or did the police think that I committed suicide?
How could I commit suicide?
I still have my parents, my son, and so many people I can’t let go of.
How could I commit suicide?
Zhang Jia, how can you say that I committed suicide?
My eyes were filled with tears again.
I wanted to open my mouth and say that I was not dead.
I wanted to stand up and tell everyone that I was still alive.
This funeral did not count.
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I wanted to clarify for myself, but no one gave me a chance.
My tears seemed to frighten Zhang Jia.
He paused and asked me: "This person?"
"Liu Ruqing, my wife" "I don't" "Good boy, you have a bad throat.
The doctor said you'd better talk less, otherwise you'll injure your vocal cords."
Xu Qiaosen told me gently.
He touched my throat lightly with his hand, and I couldn't help but tremble.
Only I knew that he was actually warning me.
Only I could see the cruelty in his eyes, which seemed to say, as long as I dare One more word and he'll turn me into a real dead man.
I don't dare to speak anymore, because I want to live, even if I am no longer Chen Qing, I still want to live Zhang Jia seemed to believe it and stepped aside to let us go in to express condolences to the family members.
My family members, the real family members should be my parents.
Two hours ago, I might have regarded Zhang Jia as a family member, but now, Zhang Jia is nothing to me: