Grandma Park's aftermath was handled by Han Muxuan, and there were not many relatives and friends in the Park family, but after Grandma Park and Uncle Park were sick one after another, Grandma Park and Uncle Park came forward to borrow money, and there were even fewer relatives and friends who were already small. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

This can be judged from the number of people who come to visit, from the beginning to the end, only Park In-jung's family is taking care of the elderly, and there are very few people who come to visit the sick.

After receiving the news that day, Han Muxuan rushed to the hospital as soon as possible, comforted Park Renjing's family softly, and after being sad for a while, he dealt with the aftermath with Park's father.

Not long after, a middle-aged man came pushing a bed cart, and he neatly wrapped the old man's body in a white sheet, and then took a pair of single frames from the bed cart.

Although Han Muxuan saw a dead person for the first time, he was not stunned when he looked at the body on the single shelf, people died like lights going out, and the old man before his death was also amiable, all he had was regret and grief.

The hospital has a funeral hall, take a special elevator downstairs, get on a hearse waiting outside the hospital door, and the car will be there for a while.

The morgues in hospitals, which are usually very rudimentary, look like boiler rooms, and the overall feeling is extremely indifferent to the deceased.

This hospital is not, the morgue here is first of all neat, with a bright and flat floor, elegant wallpaper, and a few small picture frames hanging on it. Secondly, the exterior of the morgue is wooden, which feels very warm, unlike some other iron morgues, which sometimes have frost, so that sensitive people can't help but worry about whether the deceased can stand the cold.

The reception staff was dressed in suits and leather shoes, with a calm face and a gentle attitude, which made a very strong impression on Han Muxuan, because in his imagination, most of the people who did this kind of work were gloomy and unshaven, like a night watchman, like a husband, but the truth was not at all, and the TV series really hurt people.

Father Park watched the old man's body slowly put into the morgue, his expression was low and his eyes were sad, but there was a faint sense of relief, the old man lingered on the sickbed and was still breathing, this kind of pain is not as strong as dying early, this is not unfilial piety, nor is it ruthless, this is an adult's rational thinking, and it is also true that the old man is no longer so painful.

The funeral hall is held directly in the hospital, and the auditorium is located in a hall outside the morgue, and the Hwakook funeral is done in the crematorium to bow goodbye to the deceased, while in South Korea, the custom is not to alarm the deceased.

The hall has a wide room, surrounded by some small rooms, Han Muxuan spent money to rent three, one for the statue and the offering table, and the other two for rest and dinner.

The auditorium is open around the clock, and this style of auditorium is very suitable for Koreans. Korean capitalists are vicious, and people in the workplace are busy with work, so it is difficult to find time to participate in the farewell at the same time. The auditorium is open 24 hours a day, and you can come at any time, even if you work overtime until late at night, and it will not affect your work during the day at all.

Han Muxuan had never experienced this kind of thing before, looking at this scene at this time, he was sad and satisfied with the humanization of the hospital at the same time, but unfortunately the fee was still too high, no wonder it was said that funeral is a profiteering industry, and there will be a billionaire who started from the funeral industry in the future.

Normally, after the three-day mourning hall, because relatives and friends will come to pay respects one after another, it will be very hard for the family members to continue to salute and return the salutes. However, no one asks about the poor in the downtown area, and the rich have distant relatives in the mountains. People are warm and cold, the world is like frost, the Park family is obviously in decline, and there are a lot of debts, and there are only a handful of people who come to worship, which makes the Park family even more chilled.

The old man had a simple personality before his death, loved and was kind to others, but he didn't expect to be so desolate after leaving, and Park Renjing had mixed feelings.

She felt disdainful for those worldly faces, and was moved by the tall and calm figure in the distance, he had nothing to do with the old man, but he arranged it back and forth, and the busy work of money and effort made the old man's situation not too sad, and the Park family was only moved by him.

It is the rain that is damp, but also the heart; It is the heart that blurs and the wind. What is eternal is life, but what is sad is the voice of the deceased, the years and the whole world!

The rain is still falling, miserable and miserable.

This day is the day when the elderly are buried in the ground, and the South Korean government has no regulations on the form of funeral, and people in the countryside are mainly buried in the earth, and people in the city are mainly cremated. But most of the rich families are buried. South Korea's land is privately owned, and the cemetery is very expensive, so Han Muxuan once again bought a cemetery for the old man, so that the old man has a place to stay.

Seeing that Park Renjing had been standing in front of the grave like that, without saying a word, Han Muxuan stepped forward and used the umbrella in his hand to help her cover the raindrops, so as not to make her sick due to cold and dampness.

Park Renjing turned her head to look at it, and then shook her head, this is a sentence in Chinese, she can't understand it at all, and she can't pay attention to it.

"What you can't get back is time, and it's your relatives who can't come back when you've passed." Han Muxuan opened his mouth and simply translated it for her in Korean.

"I know, but I just want my grandmother to be good all the time, watch me every day, and cook delicious food for me every day." Park In-jeong said in a choked voice while sobbing.

"Mu Xuan, grandma has to thank you, you have been working hard for my affairs, grandma is very upset, but grandma can't repay it, and all she can say is this thank you. Although you don't say it, but my body I know, may not last long, before grandma leaves, the only thing that can't be relieved is Renjing, this girl has been stubborn since she was a child, although she is strong on the outside, but her heart is extremely fragile. Grandma wants to ask for one last thing for you, and help me take care of her in the future, okay? ”

"Fate is gratuitous, creation makes people, alas, ......" The old man's voice and smile were still vivid in his mind, and after a long silence, Han Muxuan sighed faintly.

"Do you believe in reincarnation? I believe, and I firmly believe, that I will definitely meet my lover and my loved ones again in the next life. So you should not indulge in sorrow, but cheer up and go better, so that your current relatives do not care about you, and let your heavenly lover be proud and proud of you. ”

After Han Muxuan finished speaking, he stopped talking, and the two of them stood there quietly, standing in the mud in front of the grave, standing in the sad rain curtain that was miserable.

After a long time, a middle-aged man came from behind, breaking the quiet atmosphere of the silent rain.

"Renjing...... Your grandma is gone, it's a fact that can't be changed, but you can't be depressed anymore, and grandma doesn't want you to be like this. Be good, obedient, we are very worried about you like this, you don't want grandma to go to heaven and worry about you. Father Park glanced at his daughter distressedly, paused, and handed the umbrella in his hand to Han Muxuan, because his shoulders and back were already wet with rain when the umbrella was completely lifted to the top of Park Renjing.

"Mu Xuan, I've worked hard for you these past few days, you're tired, I saw you answer a phone call just now, you can keep yourself busy."

"Okay, I'll go first, if there's something, uncle, you can call me."

Han Muxuan no longer lingered, turned around and left.

Father Pu glanced back at the tall figure who had left, and then turned his eyes to look at the haggard girl standing in front of the grave, thinking bitterly and helplessly, and finally turned into a long sigh, speechless for a long time.

Han Muxuan's heartfelt words were also his heartfelt voice combined with his own experience, although it did not have much deep meaning, but it still played a little role, Park Renjing seemed to feel his thoughts, and the tears that were originally filled in his eyes were replaced by perseverance.

"Grandma, don't worry, I will become a singer, I will sing many, many beautiful songs, as long as you can still listen to them in heaven, I will keep singing, always singing......"

When is the spring flower and autumn moon, and how much do you know about the past?

Life is helpless, the night is long and the dream is short, and the tears are less and the fear is more.

"Don't worry, I'll take good care of her."

Han Muxuan, who was dressed in black, walked straight in the rain curtain, stepping on the puddle of rain, causing a circle of ripples, he held an umbrella, and under the dark sky, there was no confusion and went forward bravely.

There are many things in this world that have to be done, and you can't escape them.

Life is just a few autumns, a few wind and rain, a few sorrows, what should go, what should stay, what should be missed, since I can't forget, then I will always remember.