"Draw what?"

Mu Chun stepped forward.

If it weren't for the stupidity of this child, it is estimated that Ding Jiajun's behavior would have been beaten out by his family long ago.

I saw Ding Jiajun quickly draw one stroke at a time, and in less than ten minutes, he completed a very, very moving portrait of Zhang Fengling.

"What is this?"

Old money walked in.

"Photos?"

"No, it's a portrait, he just painted it."

"You didn't mean him"

Lao Qian just wanted to say something, but Mu Chun shouted, "I'll help her change her coat." ”

"Hmph."

Lao Qian still wanted to mumble, thinking that after a while, relatives and neighbors were coming, and it was not a way before the photo arrived, so he could only go downstairs to see if Xiao Zhang was coming.

After waiting for five minutes, Xiao Zhang took two flower baskets downstairs.

"Quick, go back and get the posthumous image, I didn't take the posthumous image."

"What? Oh, good. ”

It's not the first time that Xiao Zhang hurried back to get the posthumous portrait, I don't know what's going on with this thing, it should be the least forgotten, but it is often forgotten.

Xiao Zhang rushed to the store and searched for a long time, and finally found a photo of Zhang Fengling, but because he was in a hurry, he accidentally fell to the ground when he was loading the photo frame, and was trampled by a black dog that came out of nowhere, all of which was mud.

It's terrible, it's not going well.

Xiao Zhang leaned over to pick up the photo, called Liu Mei to help, took the paper and wiped it for a long time, but he couldn't wipe it clean.

"I can't use it."

Liu Mei said simply.

"What then?" Xiao Zhang was in a hurry.

"Call Lao Qian and ask the store to print one again." Liu Mei said indifferently.

"I can't print it."

Lao Qian said to Liu Mei on the other end of the phone.

"Why can't it be printed? Didn't this happen before, I'll ask Boss Qiu to print another one and send it over, and you can send me the person's name. ”

"Boss Qiu went back to his hometown to help collect grapefruits, and he helped me print them this morning before leaving."

"That's fine, you just bring the photo and print another one."

"That's the problem, his stupid son deleted the photos, saying that the mobile phone storage was not enough, and in order to play games, he deleted all the photos, and none of them were gone."

"What? Not a single photo? It's okay when you're young.,It's okay not to have a recent photo.,It's okay to deal with it.,Can't find one? What about the rest of the family? ”

"It's not that you don't know, Zhang Fengling, how can there be any family, it's also bitter, it's been bitter for so many years, and it's a rest when she dies, and to live is to take care of this child, and she hasn't enjoyed any happiness in her life, and now the clothes on her body are dirty, and Xiaochun is cleaning up for her a little. Let's bring a picture frame and a few blank sheets of paper. ”

"It won't be that there won't be a single picture, right, what now?"

Before Liu Mei finished asking, Lao Qian hung up the phone.

Zhang Fengling's sister and brother-in-law walked up to the sixth floor and looked like parents when they entered the door. Old Qian said politely, "It's all arranged, and the funeral home will be there in twenty minutes." ”

Zhang Fengli thanked Lao Qian and gave Lao Qian a pack of cigarettes.

Lao Qian thanked him and took it, in fact, Lao Qian is not a smoker, but every time he has a job, he will order one or two, Xiao Zhang secretly told Mu Chun that this is so that the customer can give him a few packs of cigarettes, and he directly throws it in the small store for money.

Old money is a money string.

The tablet, the Buddha prayer machine, the mourning hall cloth, an incense burner, a small wreath, couplet paper, black balls, black yarn, belts, head flowers, and small yellow flowers are all here, and the mourning hall is also arranged, Zhang Fengli looked at the photo and didn't say anything.

Mainly, she was thinking about going to see her sister in the bedroom.

After complaining about why he was so sloppy and why the room was so messy, he didn't complain and waited for the funeral company to pick him up.

Xiao Zhang asked Lao Qian what to do with the photo frame, and Lao Qian asked Ding Jiajun to tear off the painting and put it in the photo frame.

That's a great idea.

Although it is a little smaller, the trick of Lao Qian to let Xiao Zhang bring white paper is really wonderful, the white paper is padd under the drawing paper, and then pressed into the photo frame after being stacked, which is perfect.

When the neighbors were paying tribute, they said that this Zhang Fengling looked so beautiful and calm.

Mu Chun looked at it for a long time and felt that Zhang Fengling in the photo frame gave people a particularly gentle and calm feeling, as if no matter what happened before her death, she was calm and gentle now.

How can you feel this way?

Is it because Ding Jiajun's painting skills are superior?

A master is a master after all.

Mu Chun shook his head.

When it was time for Zhang Mingyou to pay tribute, the child was stupid, refusing to kneel down or give incense to his mother.

Zhang Fengli couldn't stand it anymore, and scolded the child for being unproductive, if it weren't for him, his sister wouldn't have had this disease so early, let alone die at this age.

Originally, the whole family hated Zhang Mingyou, but fortunately, this child was not noisy, and always played with his mobile phone quietly.

Now, in the bedroom, I am clamoring to finish the game, but I refuse to put down my phone and go to the living room.

Lao Qian has seen a lot of various things, but to persuade a child who is unwilling to give incense to his mother, this kind of thing Lao Qian never does.

At this time, Ding Jiajun suddenly appeared in front of the mourning hall and cried silently, he cried very sadly, so sad that almost others thought that he was the male owner of the family, and it was his wife who died.

When the funeral home comes to pick up people, Ding Jiajun wants to follow the car, and when the body is transported to the funeral home, he can take two or three family members with the car, mainly to the business room of the funeral home, submit the death certificate, buy the urn, receive the cremation certificate, and complete the payment procedures.

These things are usually done by family members, but when the family members can't do it, Lao Qian will also help. This family is, Lao Qian went to the community hospital to get a death certificate, and then waited for Mu Chun to come here to arrange the mourning hall and wait for the funeral home's car.

Lao Qian still had a family to run in the afternoon, and when Mu Chun proposed that they come with the car to handle things such as cremation certificates, Lao Qian agreed.

"That sister really had better leave everything alone, and she still held on to the money."

Lao Qian whispered to Mu Chun, "Pick expensive things, don't save." ”

"Huh?"

Mu Chun nodded and took Ding Jiajun into the car.

Ding Jiajun didn't say a word along the way, and the corpse was already pretended to be invisible, but Ding Jiajun looked at Zhang Fengling silently, as if mourning.

"Next, we have to choose the urn, and then apply for the cremation certificate, and if it is fast, there will be a memorial service tomorrow or the day after tomorrow."

"Well, okay, memorial service."

"I have a question."

Mu Chun said.

"Zhang Fengling has his eyes closed, how can you draw that portrait with his eyes open."

"Really? I saw it with my eyes open. ”

There was a gloomy breeze in the car, and everyone felt a little weird.

Originally, the master who drove this kind of car was also the kind of person who was not superstitious and had a particularly high psychological quality, but this would make everyone feel hairy.