Chapter 1 Brother's Funeral
Milo had a sweet dream.
In the dream, he turned into a wealthy young man named Milo Blackburn, or it would be more appropriate to say he was a playboy.
Drinking, shooting guns, setting off cannons, and playing with women, it seems that only the noisy and romantic life every night can prove the value of his survival.
In hotels, nightclubs, private parties, and luxury yachts, every day in his dream seemed to start and end in these places.
This is the standard daily life of a rich, handsome man.
The twenty-two years of experience of a young, tall, handsome, and wealthy man came to an end very quickly.
When he realized that he seemed to be in a dream.
A feeling of weightlessness came, as if falling from a cliff.
“No!”
He suddenly woke up, shouted, and sat up.
"Oh~ Baby, are you having nightmares again? Please don't do this, you will make the Paladin in heaven feel sad. I miss your brother and never want you to be too sad because of him... …”
Milo is still in a trance.
A blond woman next to him came over with tears in his eyes, hugged him, and spoke in a low voice while sobbing.
A deep man's voice sounded next to him at the same time: "You can't blame him, Robin. Everyone knows the relationship between Paladin and Milo. They are the best brothers in the world."
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Being held by the woman, he felt her tears drip onto his hair.
Milo looked around blankly.
He found himself in a hall decorated with exotic styles.
He didn't recognize this decoration style at first.
But the knowledge that suddenly came to his mind made him understand that this was a British Georgian decoration style.
Georgian style began in 1714, which was an era when Britain completed the industrial revolution, established capitalism, carried out colonial expansion, and became prosperous.
In the huge hall, he was half-reclining on the sofa, being held by a crying blond old woman.
Around him, many people were standing or sitting.
There are men and women, old and young, but without exception, they are all foreigners.
The man who just spoke is an old white man who can be seen to be very old, with age spots on his face, but he still has blond hair.
After finishing speaking, the old white man stopped looking at Milo and the crying woman.
He turned to look at the other sad and depressed people around him.
"Paladin has passed away. This is a fait accompli. There is no use crying."
The old man said: "Let it be announced to the outside world. We will hold a funeral and memorial service for him. It will be He was buried in the family cemetery in Plymouth."
The old man seemed to be the backbone of everyone present, after he spoke.
Everyone either nodded or remained silent, obviously acquiescing to do what he said.
Three days later.
Plymouth, Massachusetts.
Inside a Protestant and Anglican church.
Milo was wearing a black suit with a small white flower on his chest, sitting in a trance in the front row of the church.
In front, the priest was standing in front of Paladin's black coffin.
According to the traditional customs of the Anglican sect, the priest is doing the last rites for the deceased.
Three days down.
Milo already understands everything, he has traveled through time.
From a screenwriter in China in 2024 to a wealthy American man in 1995, he is the third generation member of the Blackburn family.
In this generation, he had an older brother named Paladin Blackburn.
Paladin is a typical "other people's kid", he is ten years older than Milo.
As early as fourteen years ago, when Milo was still in primary school.
His outstanding brother joined the National Guard in Massachusetts.
He was sent to Krai for a year in 1991 and was awarded the Medal of Honor.
From 1993 to 1995, he served as Attorney General of Massachusetts.
Last year, Paladin was hospitalized for a "minor stroke."
Subsequently, he was diagnosed with brain cancer and entered a cancer center in Boston for medical treatment.
Not long ago, Paladin's cancer worsened, treatment failed, and he died young.
The funeral being held today is the final farewell to the 32-year-old Paladin Blackburn. Since then, the "successor" that the Blackburn family has painstakingly cultivated has disappeared.
Let us turn our attention back to our youngest son Milo.
Compared with his brother Paladin, the original person is an out-and-out prodigal even by American standards.
Compared with Milo, in the past ten years.
Palatin has never had any scandals or negative reports.
Paladin is a good boy in the eyes of his relatives and a good husband in the eyes of his wife. He is also a powerful helper to his father, truly achieving both work and family.
On the other hand, Milo Blackburn was on the local news when he turned sixteen -
He drove a sports car and knocked people into disability.
At that time, his sister-in-law, Haley Harrison Blackburn, happened to be working on the federal Court of Appeals for the First Circuit.
Other than being on the news, he had nothing to do with that disaster.
Local news was also quickly taken down.
Since then, Milo has been out of control on the road to becoming a dandy.
Recalling the past, Milo was in a daze.
Suddenly, someone next to him gave him a gentle push.
"My dear, go up and say your final goodbyes to your brother."
It's mom, Robin Bush Blackburn.
The old woman's face was full of tears, and the makeup on her face had long been stained with tears.
She was the two people who cried the most in the whole church.
The other is Paladin's wife, Hailey.
According to the practice of the Anglican Church.
With a sullen expression, Milo walked onto the stage as the choir sang the elegiac "Thereisfountain."
Standing in front of his brother's coffin, looking at the crow-filled group of relatives and friends below.
Perhaps it comes from feelings, or perhaps it is the original emotion that causes trouble.
Looking at the coffin in front of him on the stage, Milo's eyes immediately turned red.
“I have always been naughty. Once, probably when I was eight years old, it should be before Christmas. I begged Paladin to take me to chop down a tree so that I could decorate it home and use it as our Christmas tree.”
"Paladine was already serving in the National Guard at that time. He was very busy, and he only had two days off for Christmas. Even on the holiday, he was still working, and he had to go to Boston to perform his duties."
"But he loves me so much that even though he is extremely busy, he still takes time to fulfill my wishes and allows my father and Grandfather, please don’t scold me for this.”
“I was very happy, riding on Paladin’s shoulders...I, I was eight years old at the time, very heavy, but my brother still regarded me as a child... ...I'm sorry, I can't go on."
Milo originally just wanted to follow the Protestant customs.
At the memorial service, tell interesting stories about being with the deceased.
But the relationship between the original person and the deceased was too deep.
He only spoke the beginning, and endless sadness surged up in his mind.
Milo burst into tears uncontrollably, and his words began to become incomplete.
Finished half-sobbing, "He, my brother...the only scar on his face was left to save me...I, Lord, I am even willing to use my life, Come in exchange for his life, Lord..."
After speaking, he stepped off the stage, and his mother, Robin, was the first to hug him.
"Don't be too sad, good boy, we always have to look forward."
The second one is sister-in-law, Hailey also hugged him, "Milo, what Paladin likes is your smile, he must not want it You are like this.”
My father and grandfather also came to hug him, but the men did not speak.
When the time came, the guests began to sing "InChristAlone".
Amidst the singing, the coffin covered with flowers slowly left the venue.
After the priest prayed for the deceased, he loaded the coffin on a special hearse and drove it to the cemetery. Family members, relatives and friends then drove to the family cemetery.
Subsequently, Milo and several adult men among his relatives and friends carried the coffin to the designated location and began to prepare for the burial ceremony.
First the bishop gave a speech, then there was a moment of silence, and finally the coffin was lowered.
After placing the coffin in the grave, family members, relatives and friends lined up and took turns walking towards the coffin and throwing down the flowers in their hands.
When all the flowers in people’s hands have been thrown in, the tomb begins to be sealed.
Since then, a generation of "children in other people's homes" has emerged.
Paladin Blackburn, who was so dazzling in every aspect that he was ashamed of his contemporaries, bid farewell to this world completely.
(End of this chapter)