Mu Chun grabbed Lao Qian's shoulder, and the two of them didn't know what to say to the shelves where urns were placed.

Old Qian shook his head at first, and then reluctantly nodded.

"Go get your things ready, it's time to go, let's walk over if there are three of us."

"Okay."

Mu Chun put the things that Lao Qian gave into a large rag bag, and some of them had to be packed in small boxes to avoid damage, Mu Chun did these things carefully, and Ding Jiajun stood motionless in the store.

After loading a white marble incense burner, a pair of candles, a white tablecloth, a background cloth, and a flower support, Lao Qian asked Mu Chun to go next door to ask if the flower basket was ready.

Mu Chun took Ding Jiajun to Liu Mei's store, and Liu Mei recognized Ding Jiajun at a glance.

"It's not, it's not"

Liu Mei covered her mouth and grabbed Mu Chun's arm, "What's the matter?" Why is this guy here? ”

"You remember!"

Mu Chun squinted and said.

"What do I remember? Of course I remember, I came to the store a few days ago to ask about the funeral, strange, I don't like this person, he knows you? No, I remember, he came to the store first that night, and then you came, what the hell, in broad daylight, what the hell are you doing? ”

Liu Mei is very vigilant, the woman's family has to be wary of doing business alone, not to mention, this Mu Chun looks a bit like a person who begs for work and food, and it is too expensive to buy two chrysanthemums, and the man who follows behind him really doesn't look like he will come to work in a candle shop.

"Don't say anything like your friend."

Mu Chun painted the gourd in the same way and didn't know what to say in Liu Mei's ear, Liu Mei looked at Mu Chun, and then looked at Ding Jiajun again, "Okay, the principal is at the door, and Hua Lan will be sent directly to the Ximen Community in a while." ”

"Okay, then I'll talk to the boss."

Mu Chun pulled Ding Jiajun, Lao Qian walked in front, Lao Qian's footsteps were very small, but the frequency was very fast. After walking for about fifteen minutes, the three of them came to the downstairs of No. 21 Ximen Community.

"After going up, do things, don't talk, you know? Xiaochun, you take him well, and Xiao Zhang will send a flower basket in a while, so let him help get it. ”

The person who died was named Zhang Fengling, 57 years old this year.

Divorced, living with his son, who is 35 years old and a little silly. Although he can take care of himself, he can only engage in a simple community road cleaning job under the care of the street, and the income from this work is only enough for his son Zhang Mingyou to use alone, which is usually spent in less than half a month.

Zhang Mingyou, who doesn't have a friend on weekdays, the only way to pass the time is mobile games, and Lao Qian inadvertently glanced at Zhang Mingyou's mobile phone screen, all of which are games.

Sometimes, in such a simple game as a match, Zhang Mingyou can also recharge thousands of yuan, anyway, if you have money, you can spend it, and if you don't have money, you ask your mother Zhang Fengling to ask for it, there is nothing sad in Zhang Mingyou's world, as long as he is allowed to play games, he will be full of energy.

Ximen Community is an old-fashioned community, the neighbors are relatively close, Zhang Fengling treats people well on weekdays, and everyone knows that she is not in good health, and often takes care of the mother and son.

Lao Qian still called Grandma Hu next door, and as soon as Lao Qian walked up to the corridor on the sixth floor, Grandma Hu shouted, "Old Qian, the sixth floor is too high." ”

"It's okay, Grandma, it's okay."

When Lao Qian walked to the door of Zhang Fengling's house, Grandma Hu stood on tiptoe, put her hands in a small circle to block her mouth, and said to Lao Qian: "It's Ah Ling's sister inside, don't ask Xiao You about money, this Ah Sister holds Ah Ling's savings in her hands, and says that Zhang Mingyou doesn't understand things." ”

After speaking, Grandma Hu smiled at Mu Chun and Ding Jiajun.

Mu Chun also smiled at Grandma Hu.

The house is very small, there is a large bedroom in total, a small bedroom and a small living room for eating, there is a table for eating on the west wall of the small living room, Lao Qian glanced at the table, and felt that it was okay, so he raised his hand, Mu Chun understood, and immediately squatted on the ground to open the burlap bag.

After the first two days of study, Mu Chun already knew how to arrange this standard family mourning hall, the black cloth was tiled, and then the background cloth was hung on the wall, these things were ready-made, and then four plates of fruit plates, three plates of pastries, white jade incense burners, and a pair of candles, all completed.

Mu Chun clapped his hands and stood aside proudly.

"Okay?" Old Qian walked over with a straight face.

"Ah, okay, isn't it?"

Old Qian almost slapped him in the face.

Because he couldn't be embarrassed in front of the customer, he could only lower his voice and reprimand Mu Chun, "What about the photo?" ”

"Huh? What the? ”

"Photos, posthumous images, you are like this, no one knows if you are gone."

"Where's the picture?"

"In the store."

In that case, it would be nice to go and get it.

"It's too late, it's really brainless, and I can't count on anything at all."

Mu Chun pouted, fortunately, there was only one stupid child in the family, and as long as there was a game to play, he didn't feel so sad.

"I'll call Xiao Zhang and bring it."

"Well, okay, then I'll go down and wait for Xiao Zhang."

Lao Qian called Xiao Zhang's phone, but Xiao Zhang never answered, Lao Zhang called Liu Mei again, Liu Mei was greeting the wedding guests, and the phone was not heard.

"Then who will change this clothes, the clothes on this body are also a little too dirty."

"The child will change it himself, just change into clean clothes, if he doesn't change, I'll call the funeral home to pick up someone, or you can help change it."

In fact, it is said that it is to change the shroud or something, and there is no need to change it in place at the beginning, some people pay attention to the death of the special prepared clothes, and the family will change or wait for the master to help, this is generally a little more elderly, and the elderly are relatively more regular than young people in this regard.

Most people change into clean clothes, if they have prepared special clothes before, after contacting the funeral home to determine the time of receiving the body, and informing the deceased of the name, address, age, gender, cause of death, time of death, location of the body, location of the deceased's household registration and a series of more than a dozen matters, then make it clear whether the deceased needs to take off his clothes, whether he needs to take the clothes with him, etc.

In fact, Lao Qian does not necessarily need to do these things himself, but Lao Qian is more enthusiastic, and generally can help a little more.

Lao Qian looked at Mu Chun, Mu Chun nodded, "I have no problem, my family can have no opinions, I can change clothes or something." ”

Saying this, Mu Chun raised his sleeves and walked to the bedroom.

As soon as he walked into the bedroom, Mu Chun saw Ding Jiajun sitting next to the deceased, taking out a sketchbook that seemed to be on his body at any time, and was drawing something.