When Lao Qian said this to Zhang Fengling's sister, Zhang Fengli, who had always only had money in her eyes, also left tears.

Ding Jiajun gave Lao Qian 4,000 yuan, saying that he would handle this matter well, and Lao Qian agreed, because after listening to Mu Chun's previous words, Lao Qian's opinion of Ding Jiajun became a little vague.

Taking people's money to do things for others, old money is also conscientious, Ding Jiajun watched the makeup artist put makeup on Zhang Fengling during the whole process of makeup artist fat, and in the end, he still felt dissatisfied.

"Can I give it a try?"

I have never met such a family member, and the makeup artist glanced at Ding Jiajun's serious appearance, and was a little unbearable, so he handed over his tools to Ding Jiajun.

It took Ding Jiajun half an hour, and it was not until a few minutes before the start of the memorial service that he put down his tools and stood up.

The makeup artist took a thousand glances, and Zhang Fengling, who was lying there after changing his clothes, turned out to be so dignified and fresh, just like he was asleep.

"How so?" Makeup artists have a feeling that they will never be able to do it to this extent.

At the moment, tears welled up in my eyes.

Lao Qian came in to inform everyone to prepare, and when he saw Zhang Fengling in the coffin, he couldn't close his mouth nervously.

"This, this, this is what I looked like when I first saw her, did you make it?"

Lao Qian asked Ding Jiajun, Ding Jiajun just looked at Zhang Fengling silently, and then followed to the auditorium.

When they looked at the remains, everyone was in tears, and they had not seen Zhang Fengling's dignified face for decades.

Even though I had my eyes closed, I was telling everyone, "Thank you for taking care of my child." ”

Everyone seemed to hear in her countenance what she most wished to say to the world.

This sentence has entered everyone's heart.

Until the coffin was closed, Ding Jiajun suddenly rushed forward and cried wildly, everyone was already immersed in silence, and was ignited by this sudden cry, Zhang Fengli recalled learning to dance with her sister when she was a child, her sister danced better than her, but she always deliberately pretended that the movements were not in place, for fear that her mother would compare the two sisters, and finally hurt her sister's heart.

"Ah Ling" Zhang Fengli broke free from her husband's arm, suddenly knelt down in front of the coffin, and cried loudly.

Seeing that everyone was crying, Zhang Mingyou seemed to understand something, "Mom, Mom, Mom, don't leave me, don't leave me." ”

He finally knew that after today, there would never be that familiar person in a familiar place at home.

No more made breakfast and clean and tidy clothes.

When the body was sent to the cremation room, Ding Jiajun held the coffin, and then lay flat on the floor outside the crematorium.

In a place like a funeral home, it seems that you can see all kinds of grief.

But in fact, this is not the case, the funeral home is a public place after all, but in all public places of human society, there are always public etiquette to follow, people inevitably think about whether it is appropriate for me to cry like this, whether it is appropriate for me to bow down like this, and whether it is a little strange for him to do that.

Grief also seems to be a matter of rules and processes.

You need to do decent, decently express your pain, your thoughts.

No one knows whether this is good or bad, just as no one knows whether it is good or bad 24 hours a day, and that's how life turns and continues.

Ding Jiajun was lying on the ground, his eyes closed, quietly like a dead person, no one can know the situation in the cremation room, except for the cremation master, no one can go in, even Lao Qian said, no one wants to go to that place, generally after the memorial service, just wait for the ashes to come out.

Sometimes the family is in a hurry to finish their errands and go to dinner, leaving only one person to wait for the ashes to come out.

When you walk out of the funeral home after receiving the ashes, you will find that there is another person lying in the auditorium where your family was lying just now, and the host is saying the same thing, his eyes are always looking up, and the family members are crying and looking at the remains.

Along the way, the memorial service rotates almost every 30 minutes, faster than the table in a restaurant.

This is how a person's death ends.

When Mu Chun helped Ding Jiajun up, tears fell from the corners of Ding Jiajun's eyes.

Mu Chun didn't say anything, just stood beside him, Zhang Mingyou took the urn and followed behind Zhang Fengli with the urn, Lao Qian followed behind Zhang Mingyou, and he also took them to a nearby cooperative restaurant for a meal.

When eating, there were only 7 people at the table.

Mu Chun stood with Ding Jiajun until five o'clock in the afternoon, the first time he watched dusk at the funeral home.

The autumn sunset paints a trail of sunset.

"If necessary, you can also hold another funeral for her, and there must always be an outlet for people's grief."

As he spoke, Mu Chun handed Ding Jiajun a business card.

"Thank you."

Ding Jiajun took the business card and put it in his pocket, walked towards the sunset alone, and disappeared from Mu Chun's sight.

When he returned to Lao Qian, Lao Qian asked Mu Chun what was going on? Is it really Zhang Fengling's first love?

"Ah, yes, first love and lifelong love." Mu Chun replied.

"Is he better now? I don't think he's good at all. ”

Lao Qian was a little worried, after all, he had never done such a thing.

Although the funeral industry does not do back business, but Lao Qian this kind of funeral site in the community, or to do the neighbor's business, every year during the Qingming and winter solstice, do a few trips to sweep the tomb bus business, but also take care of the neighbors and make a little money, who wants to find a way to buy a better cemetery, he can not only help but also earn some pocket money.

Since Lao Qian entered the industry, he has summed up an experience, and there are too many things to know.

If your family wants to talk to you, don't let them say too much to you, if a person talks to you too much, he may want to hide from you in the future, and don't come to you if he has business, because he was sad at that time, and then he sobered up, and no one wants his own affairs or his family's affairs to be known too much by another person.

Therefore, Mu Chun didn't say it, he didn't ask, and he didn't need to know about Ding Jiajun.

The winter solstice is approaching, and it is the peak season of the year, and there are still many things to be busy with.

Lao Qian stretched out at the door of the store, and when he put his arms down, he saw Ding Jiajun.

"Boss."

Old Qian was startled, and thought to himself, why did this person target him.

His mind was as quick as old money, and he immediately looked around, "What about Mu Chun?" ”

Ding Jiajun shook his head, "It's me who wants to ask you for something." ”

After Lao Qian listened to Ding Jiajun's request, he couldn't tell the feeling in his heart.

It is said that if you walk too much at night, you will always encounter some strange things, and these things of this man are really a bit out of line for Lao Qian.

He wanted to refuse, but he felt that there was something in Ding Jiajun that could not be refused, he was so sad, so sad that he completely made this person transparent.