Seven days was enough for Jiang Juan's friends to learn of her death one by one, and in shock and regret, they sent rows and rows of wreaths. The number of wreaths was much more than Lin Miao expected.

The dance partners that Jiang Juan knew from childhood, wine and meat friends from childhood to adulthood, mah friends and card friends in the chess and card room, singers in the karaoke hall, and even children who were less than 20 years old who met in the roller skating rink, wreaths were placed from the No. 2 mourning hall of the funeral home to the outside of the mourning hall, and then from the corridor to the gate of the funeral home。

On the night of the first seven days, there were about more than 100 people who came to worship, and when they entered the door, everyone bowed to the color photo posted on the obituary posted at the door of the funeral home - because Jiang Juan never took black and white photos before her death, which felt unlucky, as for why the obituary was posted at the door of the funeral home, it was because Jiang Juan had no fixed place to live, and she had never had any official unit, except for the door of the funeral home, there seemed to be no other place to post.

When they entered the mourning hall, a large group of Jiang Juan's friends before her death were offering flowers and paying money, and Lin Miao could see at a glance that they were all young people in society who carried all their net worth on their bodies and did not mix well. So all the flowers sent were accepted, but all the money was returned, because there was no intention of holding a few more tables of white wedding banquets.

Jiang Juan will leave as soon as she leaves, just leave quietly, for this group of social bastards who are neither bad nor good, Lin Miao and Lao Lin have little interest in establishing further relationships with them, in terms of "social forces" in the real sense, Jiang Yang, who is currently sitting on the largest unanimous civil demolition team in the entire Oucheng District, is a good player. With the kindness of thirty or fifty people who rushed to be Xiaoxiao's godfather and godmother, Lao Lin and Jiang Yang all decisively refused.

To tell the truth, when these goods are old, I am afraid that they will not even be able to support themselves, unless they collectively suffer socialist demolition.

After one night, inside and outside the mourning hall, it is estimated that half a ton of paper money was burned.

The flaming candles lit up the whole room. On the cold winter night, Lin Miao's grandmother kept thanking the old children who had never met before, thanking them for coming to see Jiang Juan for the last time, and finally slowly, she was also relieved. It turns out that Jiang Juan has so many friends who can take care of each other, and she shouldn't have scolded her so fiercely before.

Jiang Yang Jianghu sent business cards to everyone who came to mourn, telling them that if they were in trouble, they could ask him for help, Zhang Youwei obviously did not particularly approve of Jiang Yang's initiative to take the trouble to get up, but as a woman who was already actively preparing for pregnancy and planned to finish her life with Jiang Yang as soon as possible and want to spend her life with him, she still chose to acquiesce.

Lin Miao accompanied Xiaoxiao and stayed up with her until ten o'clock, and was taken back to the hotel by Zhang Youwei to rest.

The environment of the small hotel is not very good, the three of them huddled together, slept in a daze until early 5 o'clock in the morning, and was woken up by Jiang Ping who came down from the mountainside, wiped his face casually after getting up, and went back to the funeral home.

When I go back this time, I will really see Jiang Juan for the last time.

Before 6 o'clock in the morning, after several monks recited the mantra seven times, Jiang Juan's body was wrapped in a thick quilt and carried onto a cart by the staff of the funeral home. After 5 minutes, we arrived at the incinerator.

Lin Miao's family followed all the way to the cremation furnace, Xiaoxiao watched Jiang Juan's body like an ornament, stuffed into the furnace, tears flowed without a sound, and when the small door of the crematorium was closed, Lin Miao's grandmother suddenly fainted in Jiang Ping's arms, Xiaoxiao shouted in a low voice: "Mom......" shouted twice, slowly turned around, hugged Lin Miao tightly, lowered her head and leaned on Lin Miao's shoulder, trembling all over, and couldn't stop sobbing.

The worker who burned the stove knew that Xiaoxiao had no father or mother, and couldn't help but sigh when he saw it. Although I know that Lin Guorong's family has money, but there is no such thing as parents at a young age, it is really not money that can make up for it. Damn, finally found a place where even the money can't do anything about it.

The raging fire in the stove burned for forty or fifty minutes, the small door in the middle was opened twice, and the workers took the same thing as tongs, and brutally smashed the large bones inside little by little, the last time Lin Miao saw such a scene, the person lying inside was her grandmother, this time her grandmother was still there, but Jiang Juan was gone.

Lin Miao snorted, and asked in a somewhat hoarse voice, "Xiaoxiao, are you hungry?"

Xiaoxiao's head rubbed against Lin Miao's shoulder, meaning that she was not hungry.

Lin Miao said: "I'm not hungry either, I'm too hungry, what do you want to eat at noon?"

Xiaoxiao raised her head, looked at Jiang Juan's ashes that were taken out of the crematorium, and said with red eyes: "I don't know, I don't want to eat it." ”

"Then let's talk about it when I'm hungry......" Lin Miao pulled Xiaoxiao, who had been standing in front of the cremation furnace for a full fifty minutes, to sit down, then turned her head and watched the staff with Xiaoxiao, and sent Jiang Juan's ashes into a window next to the cremation room.

After a few more moments, an urn came out of the window.

Jiang Yang took out a red cloth and wrapped the urn, Zhang Youwei handed the red envelopes to the staff of the funeral home, and then Lin Miao and Xiaoxiao were called up by Jiang Ping, followed by a large group of people, came out of the back door of the funeral home, and continued to walk to a higher place.

Walking up the stairs for more than ten minutes, walking through a small hillside, on the back of the mountain, is a spectacular cemetery with thousands of cemeteries, Lao Lin bought Jiang Juan the most expensive and largest, the location is very high, so it didn't take a few steps to arrive.

The tombstone in the cemetery has been erected, and the stele is very eye-catching with the same color photo as on the obituary outside the funeral home, Jiang Yang handed the urn to the cemetery manager of the funeral home, and the management award gently put the box into the groove in front of the tombstone, and then covered the board and sealed it. When the work was done, he left a pile of sacrifices prepared in advance and left.

Lin Miao's family walked to the tombstone, lit incense and candles, and burned paper money one last time.

Lin Miao carefully looked at the date engraved next to the tombstone, born on June 12, 1960, died on December 31, 1995, and entered the park on January 7, 1996. He was not yet 36 years old.

The morning breeze of more than seven o'clock in the morning blows under the warm morning sun.

Dongou City, which has been gloomy for many days, is really sunny today.

Jiang Yang and Zhang Youwei helped Lin Miao's grandmother to go back, and Lao Lin and Jiang Ping also sighed and left. Lin Miao stayed by Xiaoxiao's side, and when a few adults had walked away, she saw Xiaoxiao waving her hand at the tombstone and whispering, "Goodbye, Mom." ”

Rao is Lin Miao is often hard-hearted and not like a human, and at this moment he finally couldn't help but burst into tears, rolling hot tears fell suddenly, his throat was sore and painful, and he choked up: "Mom is with you in heaven." ”

"Hmm. Xiaoxiao nodded, stretched out her tender little hand, and helped Lin Miao wipe her tears, "I won't cry anymore, and you won't cry either." ”