Although the father-in-law of the land was full of confidence, in fact, only he knew that what he said just now was all speculation. Fortunately, Granny Land seems to have believed it. As long as he can settle his wife, it will be the greatest success for the father-in-law of the land.

"Alas, it seems that from now on, I can only keep my worries about those who are destined to be in my heart." After lamenting in his heart, the father-in-law of the land and the mother-in-law of the land continued to pay attention to the movements of the destined people.

No matter how much I cry in my heart, it is useless, because now I can only passively "listen", and I can't do anything else. Listening to the grunting of the car and the conversation of the funeral home staff, I knew I was being wheeled into the dressing room. It seems that before cremation, all the "people", oh no, except for me, can no longer be called "people". All the corpses will be put under simple makeup, perhaps to leave a last good impression on the relatives. It's just that I can't see or feel it now, so it's impossible to know how the staff put on makeup. I was actually quite resistant to the "makeup" mentioned by the staff, because, subconsciously, I had already regarded "makeup" as a synonym for "woman".

"Alas, a big man, what is there to put on makeup?" The moment the sound of the cart disappeared, I couldn't help but say to myself a little nervously, "I wonder what kind of ugly look these guys are going to make me?" Damn, why would I lose control of my body? Otherwise, I would not have fallen into such a passive, embarrassing, helpless, and miserable situation. ”

Finally, the grunt of the cart sounded again. I guess it's the end of the makeup. "Alas, what a tragedy! Now no matter how ugly I am, I can't hide, I can only be pushed out and embarrassed! In my lamentation, the grunt of the cart stopped again.

As the saying goes, "which pot is not opened and which pot is mentioned", what I am most afraid of now is sadness, but the staff played a heavy melody of "mourning". Listening to it, I couldn't help but cry because of the vocal music. Because, I know that after the ceremony, what awaits me will be a burning fire. In other words, soon, I will really be separated from my relatives forever. I'm really reluctant! Now, I feel that it is an incomparably happy thing to be able to hear the voices of my fellow relatives clearly.

"God, I'm no longer greedy, I want to be as good as ever! Please don't punish me, just let me keep hearing like this. Please! I cried and pleaded hoarsely. If I could act now, I would be on my knees as a sign of sincerity. I'm willing to pay any price to keep my body out of control in the way I hate. It's a pity that God didn't react at all.

In the mourning music, the staff reminded relatives and friends to run to the hall, and after three laps, they asked everyone to line up according to their blood relationship. My son was holding my picture, and of course he was at the front. This is followed by the three bows.

The final procedure is the "farewell to the body". "Whew! Phew, Phew, Phew...... What 'remains'? I'm not dead yet! All right? ”

Just as the staff began to push the cart, I suddenly heard a heart-rending wail. The voice sounded so familiar. Who is she? She is my companion for most of my life, she is the opposite sex that I am worried about but has no blood relationship, and she is the red face who shares my bed...... Who is the saddest at this moment? It is estimated that she should be the only one. Because of my departure, she has been alone ever since. Although I have children to serve me, it is not comparable to my companionship. We often say, "Women are half the sky," which essentially means that the other half of the sky is men. For two people who have been together for life, the eternal departure of either of them is equivalent to the collapse of half of the sky. That kind of grief is something that no one who has not experienced it can never experience.

I can understand my wife's feelings at this moment, because after I was pushed into the furnace room, I would never be able to come out. After a while, all my wife could see was a handful of ashes. You say, can she not be sad? However, understanding is understanding, but after hearing that terrible cry, I only felt broken. My tears, which had just been stopped, gushed out again. If I had regained control of my body at this moment, I would have burst into tears in the blink of an eye.

The wife cried without scruples, the wife cried loudly, and the wife cried heartily...... Although I was sad, although I couldn't bear to listen to it, I knew that it was actually a good thing for my wife to vent her sadness in her heart like this. This is a complete release of grief, after which the wife will not be hurt by grief. Therefore, while crying with me, I can't help but secretly rejoice in my heart.

In the cries of the wandering corpses, there was always a hint of sobbing. I'm familiar with that voice. Because, it was a lovely child who was held in the palm of my hand since I was a child. She has my blood in her veins, and she is the closest person to me in this world. Because of her deep family affection, she couldn't help but burst into tears. Her sobbing was definitely an outpouring of true feelings. From then on, she will never see her father, so she is sad. She couldn't help it, so tears welled up in her eyes. However, she is different from his wife. She has been highly educated since she was a child and knows etiquette, so she will never cry as unscrupulously and regardless of the occasion as her wife. Under the extreme patience, she would still sob! From this, it is not difficult to see the sad Cheng dù in her heart! I'm not too worried about her, though. Because, although she endured it, she cried and vented after all. Moreover, she also has her husband by her side to comfort her. I believe that it won't be long before she comes out of the grief of losing her father.

The only one who didn't make a sound was the son. This makes me very uneasy. Because, I know that the sorrow in my son's heart will never be less than that of my wife and daughter. However, from the beginning to the end, the son never cried. Why is that? What I fear most is that my son will hold this deep sadness in his heart. Can you just suppress your grief forever without hurting your body?

"Son, now, although you have become the only man in the family, although you have become the pillar of the family, it does not mean that there is no power to grieve. Men don't flick when they have tears, just because they haven't reached the sad place', cry, cry loudly, son! I believe that no one will cry and laugh at you for losing your father! "I shouted to my son despite the grunt of the cart, but unfortunately, sadly, he couldn't hear him at all