Paying respects to his own grave was a complicated feeling. It was a little sad, but it was also a little fortunate.
He had not been able to see the founding of the New Era, nor had he been able to become one of the 11 legendary generals, but he had been reborn!
He had not been able to see the founding of the New Era, but he had seen the mature and prosperous New Era 500 years later! Compared to the end of days, this was like a completely different world. If not for the memories he had inherited from his brain and the historical records and tombstones in the cemetery, Fang Zhao might have even wondered if he was still on his original planet.
The changes were simply earth-shattering!
As for the merits and praises of his previous life written on the tombstone, Fang Zhao only gave it a cursory glance and did not look any further. He dared to confirm that the person who wrote this was definitely not someone familiar with him, because the word "composer" was actually not written on the tombstone. That was his true calling, and people who knew him well would not forget that.
Fang Zhao thought a lot in front of his own tombstone. He thought about the events of the end of days, about the records he had read in history books, and about the New Era. If possible, Fang Zhao even wanted to dig up his grave to see what kind of funerary objects he had buried with him.
Just as Fang Zhao was lowering his head to stare at the grave, someone walked over from the side.
"Excuse me, may I trouble you to show me your identification?"
Fang Zhao raised his head and looked over. It was a young police officer. When he looked over, he flashed his police ID to prove his identity as a police officer. At the same time, he showed Fang Zhao his official credentials. Wearing a white bracelet, he raised his hand to show Fang Zhao that he was an official.
Not far away, a few police officers also looked over. They were members of the emergency response team that had been transferred over. Every year at this time, a few emergency response teams would be deployed to various parts of the cemetery to stand guard. If they encountered any suspicious people, they would step forward to investigate. The emergency response teams that had been transferred to the cemetery were experienced in dealing with emergencies. They were very good at apprehending criminals who had infiltrated the crowd.
Although identity checks had been conducted in the core area of the cemetery before entering, if there were any suspicious people in the core area, they had the authority to conduct a second check.
There were a few people who had just entered the area and were walking over. When they saw the situation, they immediately turned and walked in other directions. After walking far away, they turned their heads and looked over, discussing something in low voices.
Fang Zhao raised an eyebrow. Had he been standing in front of the grave for too long and been suspected?
In accordance with the other party's request, Fang Zhao brought up the identity information on his bracelet.
The policeman looked at the identity information on the hologram and compared it with the appearance, confirming that it was not an impersonation.
"Fang Zhao? Sounds familiar. I think there's someone called … "The policeman turned around and saw the name on the tombstone." … Fang Zhao. "
Looking at the name on the tombstone, then looking at the name displayed on Fang Zhao's identification information, the policeman was momentarily surprised, but he quickly smiled. "Not a bad name."
There were billions of people in the New Era, and there were countless people with the same names as those who had died during the Period of Destruction. Every year at this time, many people would go to the cemetery to pay their respects.
"Thank you for your cooperation. Please continue." After checking Fang Zhao's personal information, the police officer walked back. As he turned around, he gestured to his companions to indicate that there was no problem.
After Fang Zhao's identity was checked again, he didn't continue to stay at the tombstone. Instead, he went to look at the other tombstones. The names, both familiar and unfamiliar, evoked many memories in him.
Fang Zhao also felt that there were people watching him. It was those few policemen, but he wasn't angry.
Every year, these people guarded the cemetery on Memorial Day. The cemetery's safety was guaranteed, and there was no need to worry about the tombstones being damaged.
Over 500 years, the tombstones and the cemetery grounds hadn't suffered much damage. Other than the maintenance staff, it was these people who guarded the cemetery at critical times.
They were very powerful juniors. Fang Zhao exclaimed in his heart.
The few people watching Fang Zhao didn't know what Fang Zhao thought of them.
"Lian Kai, is there really no problem with that person?" a young policeman asked.
Lian Kai was the policeman who had gone to check Fang Zhao's identity.
"No problem," Lian Kai said as he glanced at Fang Zhao walking among the tombstones.
"Then why did you go over to check his identity?" another policeman asked.
"I don't know. I just thought that person was a little strange. He gave me the feeling that he wanted to dig up the tombstone," Lian Kai said. "Another person with the same name as the martyr."
Hearing this, the others understood in their hearts.
"What's his identity?" a policeman asked Lian Kai.
"A composer," Lian Kai said. "There are three types of people that I can't understand. One is a philosopher, and the other is an artist. The thoughts of philosophers are too profound for my intelligence to understand. Artists, on the other hand, blend craziness and calmness. They aren't as close to the secular world as politicians are. Instead, they admire themselves in a world that ordinary people can't understand. I also can't figure out what's going on in their heads. "
"What's the other type?" the policeman next to him asked Lian Kai.
"The other type is a pervert."
"… Then do we still keep an eye on that kid?"
"Keep an eye on him. Although I don't think he will do anything to endanger public security, no one knows what he will do next. It's better to keep an eye on him," Lian Kai said.
Fang Zhao didn't pay attention to the gazes of those people. After walking through the cemetery area in front of him, he looked up and saw that the uneven ground was densely packed with tombstones. He couldn't see the end of it.
The cemetery area was too big. Fang Zhao couldn't walk through it in a short period of time. It was almost his turn at the public worship area, so Fang Zhao followed a small path in the cemetery area and walked out of the core area. When he looked up, it was still a cemetery area that he couldn't see the end.
Behind the core area was the scattered graves area. Some had been moved here after the cemetery was built, while others had been added later. They belonged to the martyrs of the New Era.
Although this area was called the scattered graves area, it wasn't messy.
There were more worshippers in the scattered graves area, and the security wasn't as strict as in the core area. Some parents could be seen walking up to the tombstones with their children, bowing respectfully, placing a bouquet of flowers, and then chattering away. They were probably the family members or descendants of the martyrs.
The cemetery area was huge. It would take a long time to walk out, and running was not allowed in the cemetery area. If you were in a hurry, you had to take the cemetery's special train. The ticket wasn't expensive, just one dollar.
Fang Zhao found a window seat after boarding the train and watched as it left the scattered graves area and passed by the core area. However, as it passed by, the passengers in the train suddenly started talking.
Fang Zhao saw many people gathering at the core area, but because there were people blocking the way, he could only stand at the side and crane his neck to look.
Five black cars descended from the sky near the core area and drove into the core area along the road.
Most places in the cemetery did not allow cars to drive, and the sky was a restricted area for private cars. The private cars that could be seen in the cemetery were all special cars, and being able to descend from the sky and drive into the core area was even more of a privilege.
"Look at the license plate. It's someone from the Wu family," a student in the front seat said with a pair of binoculars.
A few young girls beside him immediately crowded over. "Is there a Wu Yun?! Classmate, let me borrow your binoculars. "
"Don't bother looking. The car has already entered. You won't be able to see it," the boy said.
Wu Yun was a famous movie star in Yanzhou. He did not belong to any of Yanzhou's top three entertainment companies. He had the financial resources to hire a team to manage his company because he was from the Wu family.
Although Yanzhou was named after Great General Wu Yan, it was different from Leizhou's Renault family. After Wu Yan's death, the Wu family had experienced a civil war that nearly led to the destruction of the entire Wu family. This was also why Yanzhou's successive governors rarely had the surname Wu.
However, even if the Wu family did not become the number one family in Yanzhou like the Lei family, they were not to be underestimated. Especially in the past 100 years, the Wu family's business had developed even better. Even if they could not become number one in Yanzhou, they were still one of Yanzhou's big families.
The Wu family's juniors?
Fang Zhao looked at the crowd surrounding the core area. When he had first been reborn, he had seen records of the Wu family online. He had once wondered if Wu Yan would have executed those unfilial descendants who had stirred up Yanzhou's internal strife if he were still alive.
The Wu Yun that the few students had mentioned could only be considered a junior in the current Wu family. In those five cars, other than Wu Yun, there should be other Wu family members. Fang Zhao felt it was a pity that he had not been able to meet those Wu family juniors. However, there was still a long way to go. There was bound to be a time when they would meet.
The cars had already left the core area and were heading toward the public memorial area.
At the same time, the Wu family's five extended black flying cars had already entered the cemetery's core area. The person with the highest seniority walked in front while the juniors followed behind.
Every year before Memorial Day, the Wu family would make a trip here to pay their respects. This was a memorial activity that belonged to the Wu family. Then, on Memorial Day, they would carry out a memorial activity with Yanzhou's governor and a few other important people.
Regardless of what the juniors were thinking, they had to put on an expression similar to their elders. They looked at the gravestones with 30% respect and 70% seriousness.
Actually, after such a long time, there was not much affection. After all, he had been dead for close to 500 years, but there was still some respect. Without Wu Yan, there would not be the Wu family of today.
According to the Wu family's traditional etiquette, after paying their respects in front of Wu Yan's gravestone, the Wu family elders paid their respects to the gravestone beside it and even presented it with a bouquet of fresh flowers.
Every generation of Wu family members who saw this gravestone after Wu Yan would be deeply moved.
If this person had not passed on first, Yanzhou would not have been called Yanzhou.
However, among the Wu family members today, a few had doubtful expressions when they saw the name on the gravestone.
Fang Zhao?
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