This is reality.

Cruel reality.

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On October 18, 2020, Geral Truffaut's body was airlifted back to Toulouse, France for burial.

It has been sixteen days since the crash occurred.

The memory of the Internet is short. When the accident happened, netizens learned that the deputy captain who suffered an air crash was actually the heir of the Truffaut Group, and all social media were blown up. The top Twitter hottest TAG that day was "Truffaut". However, as time passed, gradually, people no longer remembered the air crash.

Until today, sixteen days later, at the funeral of Geral Truffaut, people remembered this incident again.

On the Internet, countless people left messages "R.I.P" to observe silently for the poor victims.

Toulouse, beside the South Canal, people in black dresses stood quietly by the cemetery, watching the black coffin being lifted by four young men, carried to the cemetery and gently laid. They were former friends of Geral, and they often gathered together to play ball when he was not driven out of the Truffaut family.

Mrs. Truffaut had thought about finding her son's current friend to carry the coffin for him, but when she went to find her son, who had been doting for more than 20 years, had no time to make friends because she was too busy with work. His only friend was Lyon Lorraine, and now the two of them had fallen asleep together.

The pastor whispered the eulogy to pay homage to this young and lonely soul.

In the bright sunshine, everyone closed their eyes and listened to the soft mourning.

When everything was over, when the four friends picked up the shovel and piled the soil onto the coffin piece by piece, the soil sealed the last bit of color of the coffin. Mrs. Truffaut finally couldn't help crying in despair. She cried in her husband's arms.

Lina was wearing a black dress, and she stood in the middle of the crowd, looking at it from a distance or near.

"May He rest in heaven."

"Amen."

Following the priest's words, everyone closed their eyes and prayed that the deceased would rest in peace: "Amen."

The funeral was left to the housekeeper, who had red eyes and sent these guests away instead of the overly sad Mrs. Truffleux and Mr. Truffleux who needed to comfort his wife.

Lina walked to the sad couple, and Mr. Truffaut still had a stern face. His eyes were filled with tears, but he did not let the tears flow out of his eyes. He raised his head and looked at the young blonde in front of him, his voice dull: "Stephanie."

"Uncle Truffaut," Lina said.

The Truffaut family and the Comte family were family friends, or, until five years ago, they had a very good relationship. It was not until Geral, the heir of the Truffaut family, suddenly said that he wanted to be a pilot and was unwilling to join the family group, and the relationship between the two families had cracked from then on.

Mr. Truffaut said coldly: "I still remember that Jeral told me about you five years ago. You made him fall in love with the plane. I never thought that when you were a child, he would actually go on the pilot's path because of this. But it turns out that he did not have the talent to become a pilot at all."

Lina couldn't help but interrupt him, she said in disbelief: "Geral is gone, how can you not be so cruel!"

"Oh? Then what did I say wrong again. This sentence was said by that boy Patrick, wasn't it? I heard that he said in person that Geral was not an excellent pilot. He didn't make the most reasonable and correct choice when the plane crashed. All he did was panic."

Lina: "In that case, as a young pilot, what can he do? Can you calmly look at death and then successfully operate an aircraft that suddenly loses control?"

"Stephanie, you..."

"I'm not here to argue with you." Lina interrupted Mr. Truffaut impolitely, causing the latter's face to suddenly sink. However, she didn't care at all: "I'm here to give you the last voice of the cabin recorded in the black box." As she said, she took out a USB flash drive from her bag, "It doesn't matter if you don't want it, this is the last word of Geral before his death. Don't worry, he didn't say a word of you, he didn't have the energy to care about other things other than flight. After all, as you said, he was a pilot with no talent and trash. He couldn't even take care of himself even when flying the plane. He didn't have time to do other things or think about other things."

Mr. Truffaut's face turned pale, and he snorted coldly, without reaching out to pick up the USB flash drive.

Mrs. Truffaut took the USB flash drive and said, "Thank you, Lina."

Lina's stubborn and angry expression gradually calmed down when she heard Mrs. Truffle's voice shouting out her nickname. She nodded slightly to the Truffle and turned away. Halfway through, she suddenly turned around and said to Mr. Truffle: "Did you see the sheep hidden in the box?"

Mr. Truffaut was stunned for a moment, he raised his head and looked at Lina blankly.

Lina knew the answer when she looked at his expression. She gritted her teeth and couldn't help but say, "There's something you said wrong. Geral likes planes, it's not because of me. Yes, I gave him many models of planes. When I was a child, I took him to visit Maifei factory and saw many planes. But those are because he likes planes, so I took him there. I always treated him as a brother. He hid a sheep in the box, but I was really sad for him. After so many years, no one has seen that sheep."

Lina looked at Mrs. Truffaut again, with a look of surprise: "Have you seen it? You haven't seen it either."

After saying that, the Truffle was left behind, and Lina closed her eyes and strode away.

Back in the car, she took out a tissue to wipe the tears at the corners of her eyes.

"I cried for you again. Today's eye makeup is not waterproof. If you see me dizzy, you will definitely say I love to cry again."

"Geral..." The voice came to an abrupt end.

Covering his lips, Lina cried bitterly in the back seat of the car.

Back in Schaffhausen, she got out of the car, Lina had already wiped her tears. Before entering the investigation headquarters, she took out her cell phone and found "Geral" in her address book. Looking at the name steadily, she laughed slowly and sent a message.

【Today's sunshine is as bright as your hair.】

【No haze.】

【It's the best sunny day.】

【Good night, little prince.】

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"At night, when you look at the sky, I live on one of the stars. Since I laugh on one of the stars, it is like all the stars laughing for you, and the stars you will see are all the stars that will laugh."
Chapter completed!