When Li Shixin came to the Rong store, he took a few sets of clothes for autumn, and a few days ago, Zhang Ying saw that the weather was cold, and Li Shixin was still wearing the military coat of the crew, so he took time to go to the street to buy him a few sets of clothes.

Zhang Ying specially bought the set worth more than 2,000 yuan in the wardrobe, saying that the black suit and woolen coat that she would wear on formal occasions in the future turned it out, and Li Shixin took off her pajamas.

White shirt with silver-gray tie.

Paired with a slightly slim suit and a stylish but stylish suit.

After bringing his watch, he took out the pair of suit shoes that were made of shoe polish and sealed in the box. Li Shixin looked in the mirror and straightened his silver hair to the back of his head.

Before leaving the door, he returned to the bedroom and dragged out a sorting box in the closet.

Picked out a big red scarf and put it around his neck.

Soft and lightweight cashmere threads, finely arranged with Albanian needles. The bright red color does not match Li Shixin's black suit with a mature and stable temperament.

However, seeing the scarf lightly on the shoulders of the windbreaker, Li Shixin nodded with satisfaction.

Grabbed my phone, keys and change and went downstairs.

I bought a white rose at the flower shop in front of the No. 11 bus stop, and Li Shixin boarded the bus.

......

When I arrived at the Rongcheng Funeral Home, it was already half past nine.

In front of the remote funeral home, there are many cars parked horizontally. After Li Shixin explained the name of Sister Zhou, that is, the old man Zhou Chuanfang, at the door, he found a place.

As soon as I entered the door, I saw Zhou Chuanfang's two sons wearing linen and filial piety guarding the door, each holding a heavy white gift box, entertaining relatives and friends who came to mourn - mourning on the leather surface and overjoyed.

Li Shixin didn't seal the white envelope, and said a word of condolences to the two middle-aged people, and then Shi Shiran walked out of the mourning hall in the slightly dissatisfied eyes of the two sons and saw a group of old fans.

The first batch of fans of the support club, that is, the group of more than 80 people from the elderly square dance team, almost all arrived. Even the old man Liu Feng wore a black down jacket and sat quietly on the row of chairs with the support of his grandson.

Seeing Li Shixin, a group of old fans who were wiping tears in front of the coffin and posthumous photos stood up.

"Shixin, why are you here?"

Li Shixin waved his hand, signaled everyone to be quiet, and then walked to Zhou Chuanfang's body. After gently placing the white rose in his hand beside Zhou Chuanfang, who was wearing a rustic shroud, his mouth was slightly open and closed, and his face was blue, he bowed deeply.

Only then did he turn around and come back and help the trembling old man Liu Feng to sit down.

Seeing the red scarf around his neck that did not fit the taste of a suit at all, several old people who had just stopped sobbing burst into tears again.

Wu Ming stroked his snot with a handkerchief, his red eyes and the tip of his nose were red, and he gently touched the red scarf, "When that day was finished, Sister Zhou also said that we would reunite when the weather was warm." Who would have thought that this day was warm, and people were gone......"

Li Shixin also sighed, "Why not?"

"I don't know how I had a heart attack at home last afternoon. According to his daughter-in-law, when she came home from picking up the child, everyone was cold. is also older, seventy-three years old, and I don't even react when I guess I walked. ”

Li Shixin shook his head regretfully, "Then why didn't you have it yesterday, and you will be cremated today?"

"Look at those two sons. Dressed in linen and wearing filial piety, the old lady lies here and doesn't care, holding a box in her hand to collect money, can she be willing to spend money on the old lady to stop at the funeral home for seven years?"

alas

Looking at the two middle-aged people who kept bowing to the visitors and receiving white envelopes, and then looking at the few women wearing linen and filial piety on the side of the coffin, chatting with each other and chatting together, and not talking about any sadness on their faces, Li Shixin shook his head.

"The cremation in front is over, Zhou Chuanfang's family, it's your turn!"

At this moment, a staff member of the funeral home came over and shouted.

After hearing this, the two sons who collected the money first handed over the gift box to their respective daughters-in-law like treasures, and then tightened the filial piety cloth that was already loose and walked to the coffin.

"No," Seeing the calm appearance of the two sons, the staff frowned and stopped the hand of moving the body, "This old man of your family is about to be cremated!"

"Ahh Master, do you need to help?" a son was stunned for a moment, and then reacted and was ready to step forward to help.

The little master who was in charge of carrying the body frowned again, "I don't mean that, I mean, in a few minutes, your mother will be burned to ashes." ”

"Ah......" When the two sons heard this, they realized that their own mother was dead, and they had to express their sorrow.

"Mom...... Why are you so ruthless, you left our brothers and left suddenly!"

"My mother, if you leave, I won't have a home!"

With two plops, the two sons knelt on the ground and trumpeted.

When everyone stood up collectively and bowed in farewell. The little master who carried the body shook his head slightly, and with a shard of his arm, he put the old man on the mobile frame with a clatter.

"Old lady, it hurts, right? ”

muttering to himself about the remains, the little master pushed the body towards the incineration room in the heart-rending but tearful mourning of a group of filial sons and grandsons.

......

According to the custom of Rongcheng, the children and grandchildren should arrange a white meal after the funeral.

in the hotel.

Li Shixin and a group of old fans occupied four tables.

Looking at the soup and little water on the table, no one moved their chopsticks.

The big guy didn't come for this meal, but after seeing off Zhou Chuanfang, he wanted to stay together for a while, so he followed the funeral bus to the hotel.

Zhou Chuanfang's funeral should be regarded as a beautiful event, but a group of old fans who usually play with her still have a sad face.

"There is no host, and he chatters with the guests about Lao Zhou's life, and he refines it if he doesn't know it. ”

In the silence, Mrs. Zhang, who was usually inseparable from Zhou Chuanfang, muttered.

"Yes, that posthumous photo was not prepared by Sister Zhou before. I saw all the photos taken by Sister Zhou last year, and it was more spiritual than the one used at the funeral. ”

Immediately, Zhou Chuanfang's other old girlfriend echoed indignantly.

"Okay, you're gone, and you're gone. Don't pick on this or that. Wu Ming waved his hand to stop the pickiness of a group of old ladies.

On the side, Uncle Liu Feng, the oldest fan of the support club, wiped the top of his bare head, and sighed: "Don't be like this, big guy." Xiao Zhou's suddenness was sudden, but it was good, and he must have suffered nothing. Now, people have turned to ashes and fallen into the ground, and the merits and demerits of a lifetime have been decided, and the Lord of Yama and the judge have a book! Let's not mention her life. Today, with the help of Lao Zhou's field, the big guys get together, let's talk about something happy!"

"What's there to be happy about?"

Faced with an inquiry that he didn't know who it was, Liu Feng gritted his dentures and laughed, "Shixin, your movie is finished, when will it be broadcast?"

Li Shixin, who was sitting in the middle of the crowd, raised his head and said with a smile, "It's the Spring Festival stall." ”

"It's been so long...... Liu Feng's gaze was a little complicated, he thought about it, and then asked: "Is the new drama still available?"

Facing the old man's inquiry, Li Shixin smiled.

"I'm afraid that the new drama will be able to start in more than two months. ”

"it,"

With Liu Feng's mouthful of fragrance, with a pop, the dentures sprayed into the soup bowl in front of him.

"So, before Lao Tzu is eighty-four, I haven't seen you acting?"

Looking at the old fans around him who were depressed again, Li Shixin squinted his eyes.

"That's right...... Not necessarily!"