Chen Dongming's funeral was handed over to the funeral company for processing, and the photos on the mourning hall were Chen Dongming's work photos taken two years ago, until the time of choosing the photo, Xiaolang found that he hadn't taken a photo with his stepfather for a long time, so he looked for a long time before he found a single photo taken by his father when he was applying for a passport two years ago, Xiaolang looked at his stepfather's face seriously, it turned out that the stepfather in his memory was so old. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The one-stop service of the funeral company is basically responsible for all the work, Liu Yiyi and Xiaolang are just busy entertaining the people present, although it is just such a simple job, but it has already made them feel anxious, the representative of Chen Dongming's company is still Li Zhu, who came two days ago, but today he does not seem to be as emotional as when he came last time, Liu Yiyi heard that Chen Dongming's position has been arranged for other people to take the position, and it is estimated that his main energy is on serving his current boss.

Xiaolang's classmates and friends from the cram school also came, but what he didn't expect was that even their parents came in person, and they didn't follow the funeral company's arrangement like other mourners, but came straight to Liu Yiyi.

"Mourning, I didn't expect your husband to suffer from misfortune." It was Wan Xuan's father who spoke, Wan Zisheng, the chief doctor, he was only in his fifties, he was already full of gray hair, and the hard work of being a doctor was incomprehensible to ordinary people, and standing next to Wan Zisheng was Wan Xuan's mother, a woman with a round face and heavy makeup.

Hearing Wan Zisheng's condolences, Liu Yiyi looked even more sad, she held Wan Xuan's mother's hand, choked up for a while, and couldn't say anything. Xiao Lang bowed to him very politely, and thanked Wan Zisheng's family for their condolences, since Chen Dongming's accident, Xiao Lang felt that his burden suddenly became heavy, and he felt that he could no longer worry about anything as before, just study by himself, and from now on he should take on the obligation of taking care of his family like an adult.

After the condolences of Wan Zisheng's family, Zhang Sheng and his parents came up, they also met in cram school, and now they are admitted to the same high school, "Yiyi, you have to hold on." It was Zhang Sheng's mother Zhang Lili who spoke, she had a baby face, her body looked a little thin, and next to her stood a very shrewd and capable man in his forties and close to fifty, although he was not too tall, but his well-proportioned body shape made people feel as if he was only in his thirties, he was Zhang Sheng's father, Zhang Dake, the big boss of a technology listed company, he didn't say anything, just stared at Liu Yiyi expressionlessly.

Liu Yiyi touched her tears and nodded frequently, and Xiaolang still bowed politely and sensibly.

The last to come up was Li Wanchen and his parents, Li Wanchen's mother Cai Mingming was very tall, and her whole body was full of middle-aged obesity, she came over and directly hugged Liu Yiyi into her arms, patted her shoulder vigorously and said, "Festival mourning, festival mourning!" There seemed to be sincere tears on her face, and a big fat hand kept touching the corners of her eyes, Xiaolang didn't know if she was really so sad.

Li Wanchen's father looked thin, and he was slightly rested, a senior executive of a national company, he walked in front of Xiaolang and stretched out his hand to shake it vigorously, "Mourn." Xiao Lang nodded vigorously, at this time Xiao Lang seemed to feel a sadness of losing his relatives, he thought that he would not have much sadness about the death of his stepfather, it seems that he still ignored the strength of getting along day and night for more than ten years.

At 10 o'clock in the morning, the funeral was officially held, because Chen Dongming's face could not be repaired, so at the signal of the family, a piece of golden silk cloth was used to cover it. Although Xiaolang felt a little sad, she couldn't do it like her mother from the sound of mourning music to the cremation of her body, and she cried all over the audience. Thirty minutes later, the farewell ceremony of the body was over, and Xiao Lang began to cooperate with his mother to see off the guests at the door and prepare to deal with the rest of the matter.

After everything was done, it was almost afternoon, Xiaolang returned home with Chen Dongming's ashes and his mother.

My aunt also left in the car directly after the funeral, and the place that had been noisy for a few days finally quieted down, Liu Yiyi had regained her calm at this time, she cleaned up a little in the room, changed into a home clothes and came out, "What do you want to eat at noon?" ”

Xiao Lang didn't have much appetite, thinking that it would be good to eat something casually to deal with it, "Whatever." ”

Liu Yiyi didn't ask anything more, she didn't have any appetite herself, so she went directly into the kitchen to rummage through the boxes and cabinets to cook noodles, so many days, she was so busy that she didn't even have time to go to the supermarket, and now there are only materials for making a bowl of noodles at home, so even if Xiaolang really wants to eat Jiudaji, she can only serve a bowl of noodles in the end.

After his stepfather's accident, there was almost no entertainment at home, and now that the aftermath was finally done, Xiaolang decided to turn on the TV to dispel his tiredness, he changed a few channels at random, and a familiar face appeared on the TV screen, "Li Zhu!" After Xiaolang saw that face, he whispered to himself. Xiaolang carefully glanced at the display title on the screen's 'Weizhong Media maliciously concealed the work injury incident', what happened? He hurriedly listened attentively to Li Zhu's remarks in the interview, and vaguely felt that it was related to the two people with cameras who came to the door yesterday.

Liu Yiyi heard a voice from the TV in the kitchen, it seemed that the person named Li Zhu had put all the responsibility for the work-related injury on his former boss Chen Dongming, "This is all decided by my boss, and we, as the executive level, only implement the company's decision." Liu Yiyi stopped what she was doing, and walked to the kitchen door with the voice, and the face on the TV was really Li Zhu.

After a while, Xiao Lang stood up silently, as if he had turned off the TV casually, he glanced back at his mother, the two didn't say anything, and the little sadness that Xiao Lang felt at the funeral just now was gone. He returned to his room, turned on his laptop, and wanted to see if he hadn't gone back to school for the past few days, and whether his classmates had sent him his notes for the past few days, but he kept staring at the screen in a daze, and he was going back to school tomorrow, but his stepfather's affairs became like this, what would his classmates think of him?