Lin Yiqiang's plan was good, but unfortunately Bi Jiamin didn't give him a chance, as soon as he walked out of the door, Bi Jiamin followed. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

He looked back at her and asked with disgust, "What are you doing with me?" ”

"What can you do? Spy on you. Look at what you're not doing when you're not at home. Bi Jiamin said unabashedly.

"Boring, what can I do? I haven't come out to see if these wreaths or anything have been blown down by the wind. Lin Yiqiang found a very legitimate excuse for himself.

Because Zhao Xiaolin's parents and Wang Zixuan and Zhao Xiaolin are both people with a certain social status, they have a lot of friends, and they have come to mourn one after another in the past few days, and they will bring wreaths to express their sorrows.

In this way, the number of wreaths is quite impressive.

These wreaths were first placed in the courtyard, and then they could not be placed in the courtyard, so they had to be placed outside the courtyard.

According to the customs of Windy City, when a family has a funeral, wreaths cannot be placed at the door of other people's houses or leaning against the courtyard wall of others, so as not to be unlucky. Therefore, these wreaths are leaning diagonally against the wall of Zhao Xiaolin's house.

The wreath is light and easy to turn upside down if it is windy. The wreath on the ground is very unsightly, so someone needs to look at it often, and when they see something falling, they will help it.

Lin Yiqiang is a relative of the Zhao family, but he is not the kind that is not in the mourning hall. Therefore, in the whole process of treating Zhao Xiaolin's funeral, it is relatively idle.

In this way, the work of holding wreaths was assigned to him.

Therefore, his so-called excuse to see if the wreath was blown down by the wind is very legitimate. Bi Jiamin has no reason to doubt it.

"This wind is quite annoying, it blows around all the time. The wreath was blown to the ground. Hey, Xiaoqiang, do you have any good ways to get them out of the way and keep them from falling? ”

When Bi Jiamin heard him say this, he glanced at the wreath outside the door, and found that there was indeed a fallen person, so he no longer doubted the purpose of his going out, but had nothing to say, and talked about the wreath matter.

"What can I do? I'm not God, I can control the wind. I just have to watch them blow down and give them a hand? Besides, didn't you say that Xiaolin was going to be funeral today? I can't help it a few times, so why bother thinking about any good way. ”

Regarding the topic that Bi Jiamin found out, Lin Yiqiang felt that she was purely troublesome, so he answered her angrily, and walked straight to the wreaths to help them.

As he was holding on, he heard the sound of the motor of the car, turned his head to look, and saw Zhang Yang and Ou Meizhen getting out of the car.

They came to mourn, and there was also a wreath in the trunk, so Lin Yiqiang stepped forward to help them take the wreath down.

"Yiqiang, I'll take this. You go inside and say goodbye, and Meizhen and I will say goodbye to our former colleagues on behalf of the supermarket. ”

Zhang Yang took out the wreath from the trunk with Lin Yiqiang, and asked him to go to his home to let him know.

Lin Yiqiang heard this, and was about to go, but Bi Jiamin responded first: "Zhangdian, I knew that Xiaolin was not there, and our supermarket would come over." Wait a minute, I'll go inside and say something. ”

"Hey, okay, you can go too." Zhang Yang promised in his mouth, picked up the wreath, and waited at the door with Ou Meizhen.

According to the number of funerals in Windy City, there are relatives and friends who come to send wreaths, and those who are filial sons and grandsons are going to come out to greet them.

Zhao Xiaolin's situation is special, it is a white-haired person sending a black-haired person, naturally there is no reason for the old man to come out to greet him, but he also has to be done by the acquaintance to show respect for the people who come to mourn.

After waiting for two minutes, a male acquaintance in his fifties came out, exchanged a few words with Zhang Yang, asked the name of the other party's unit and the relationship between the deceased, and led him and Ou Meizhen in.

After entering, I went directly to the mourning hall.

After entering the mourning hall, Zhang Yang stood still in front of the incense case in the mourning hall, and someone handed the incense over.

Zhang Yang and Ou Meizhen pinched their hands, and under the leadership of Zhike, they bowed three times, inserted the incense into the incense burner on the incense table, and then told Zhao Xiaolin's parents about the festival and the change, and expressed their condolences to the old employees on behalf of the Kelaike Group and their own sorrow for Zhao Xiaolin as friends.

Then, they are ready to give some gold paper money to the family members (note: gift money).

But Zhao Xiaolin's parents said that this time for their daughter's funeral, just to express their grief and grief, it can be regarded as arranging a ceremony for everyone to say goodbye to her.

Zhang Yang and the others had no choice but to take back the prepared white envelope, and after chatting with them a few more words, they withdrew from the mourning hall.

They went out of the mourning hall and met Lin Yiqiang in the courtyard, and the three of them talked together. The content is naturally a sigh for Zhao Xiaolin.

While the three of them were talking, they heard the sound of the car opening and closing after it stopped, and then heard the cry of a woman with a cough.

"Who's coming?" Ou Mei really heard someone crying outside the door, and felt that the other party must be someone who was extremely close to Zhao Xiaolin. But generally speaking, relatives will stay in the mourning hall in advance, and it is rare for them to come from outside on the day of the funeral, so she is a little curious.

"I don't know, I don't know much about their relatives." Lin Yiqiang replied.

"Don't guess, she's here. Hum. Hypocritical. Let me go out and scold her back, and I won't let her come here to perform. The three of them were guessing when Bi Jiamin's voice came from the door.

I saw that her face was full of anger, and she hurriedly walked out of the mourning hall, and was about to rush to the gate.

"Jia Min, what are you doing? Less nonsense, do you hear? Lin Yiqiang heard the words in her mouth clearly, and when he saw her like this, he suddenly remembered whose cry was outside the door.

He hurriedly left Zhang Yang and Ou Meizhen and rushed two steps in front of Bi Jiamin, stretching out his arms to stop her.

"Get out of the way, be careful that I'm not polite to you."

Because she was walking too fast, Bi Jiamin didn't stop her steps and crashed headfirst into Lin Yiqiang's arms, and her forward momentum was stopped, which made her angry. She yelled at Lin Yiqiang.

"You're welcome, I can't let you pass, Jiamin, don't forget, Xiao Ni is seriously injured now, and she can't stand the stimulation. Also, this is our aunt's house, today is the day of our cousin's funeral, you must not make trouble, lest people laugh. Lin Yiqiang persuaded earnestly.

"If you don't have us, we don't want to stop me in front of me and don't let me go out, it means that you and I are not all the way at all, you and her are a family. Fuck off, or I'll call someone. ”

Because it was the day of Zhao Xiaolin's funeral, there were many people in the Zhao family today. Among them were Bi Jiamin's parents and the people they brought to help take care of the funeral. What Bi Jiamin said is called people, obviously not in vain.

"What's the matter? You still want to beat me in front of so many people? Well, tell them to do it. Today I'm out of the way, and I won't get out of the way of anything. Do you believe it or not? ”

Lin Yiqiang gritted his teeth, revealing his stunned nature, and said a cruel word very resolutely. (To be continued.) )