Is it difficult to move your neck? Pressing yourself like this?

Old Qian frowned, he couldn't stand the smell, so he took out a mask from his pocket and put it on.

After waiting for a long time, I only heard Xiao Zhang and Liu Hua seem to have an argument outside the door, and the nanny muttered, "I didn't write in the contract that the old man died and I would continue to help with things, I am taking care of the living old Wu, and I don't take care of the dead old Wu." ”

Lao Qian shook his head, the nanny and the confinement lady are both princesses and queens these years, and they really can't count on it.

After Xiao Zhang finished setting the table, he walked back to the bedroom, only to see Lao Qian leaning against the wardrobe and watching and not doing anything.

"What are you doing, boss, hurry up and leave."

Lao Qian took out another pair of hands from his pocket and handed it to Xiao Zhang, "Come on, I'll add your money, it's too much to do." ”

Xiao Zhang was suspicious and lifted the quilt to take a look

**, sour smell and strange medicinal smell burst out.

Xiao Zhang hurriedly put down the quilt and retreated to the old money, "Boss, let's let the people over there at the funeral home handle it, let's not toss." ”

"I can't do it, how can there be such a ~ rich man this year."

After Wu came back, Lao Qian didn't say much, and seeing that his son didn't mention changing clothes or anything like that, he was better off having more than one thing.

"The old man is in a bit of a hurry." While collecting the mobile phone transfer, Lao Qian sighed with emotion.

He is used to this kind of emotion, and it is almost natural to express it on such occasions, with just the right amount of sadness and understanding.

Unexpectedly, Wu Fang was free and easy, but comforted Lao Qian, "The old man can't do anything on it, and it's not a bad thing that kind of bitterness is short, just go." ”

Lao Qian felt uncomfortable listening to this, how old is Lao Wu, he is less than 70, and he didn't hear a few months ago that he was paralyzed and couldn't take care of his life at all.

Lao Qian didn't ask much, he has been doing this business for a long time, and all kinds of things can be strange, and all kinds of people have seen a lot.

"Is the death certificate all ready? Remember to cancel your account, you still have some things to do. ”

Lao Qian explained as usual and was ready to leave at any time.

"It's all done, it's very convenient, now it's just waiting for the funeral home, right, I don't know when the funeral will be done?"

"I'll go and see, when the time comes, it's a little better when it's cold now, can you stand the smell?"

"It's okay, I'll ask the babysitter to go and close the door."

I've seen unfilial piety, but I've never seen someone so unfilial at such a time.

Lao Qian shook his head in his heart, he was another white-raised son.

Before Sun Xiangyun left the table after lunch, his wife Amin proposed to go to see Lao Wu together in the afternoon, and he hadn't seen Lao Wu for a long time, so he should go to visit the husband and wife together.

Sun Xiangyun originally wanted to say that he had just been there on Saturday, and it would be too diligent to go again on Monday, but he thought that all the photos he had compiled for Sun Xiangyun last time had been completed, and it was better to send them today if he forgot to bring them on Saturday.

The Canon camera in his room should have been full of memory cards, and there was less than 6G left after looking at it on Saturday, so I went to replace it today, and then gave him a new one, and I could play for a week.

So after lunch, Sun Xiangyun changed into a blue coat, and Amin wore a dark blue coat, and the two held hands like when they were young, and walked towards Lao Wu's house.

"After visiting Lao Wu for a while, let's go to the park to sit, the sun is good today, I can still paint for a while, after chatting with the doctor, I don't know how, the heart has become very good, a good doctor is really more useful than a good medicine."

Hearing Sun Xiangyun say this, Amin was also happy, and the two stepped on the leaves, chatted and came to Donghai Garden.

As soon as I entered the community, I saw a funeral parlor car driving in.

Sun Xiangyun was shocked that something was wrong and grabbed his wife's hand hard.

Amin comforted: "What do you think, don't be nervous, think about what the doctor said, you are afraid of death, people, don't be afraid of death, people, be afraid of not really living." ”

Hearing Amin say so casually, Sun Xiangyun exclaimed: "Mrs. is really a person with poetry and books, and this opinion really makes me suddenly enlightened." ”

Amin stepped on Sun Xiangyun's foot, "Teach you to talk nonsense, how can there be any poems and books in the belly, but the son is so good, why are you afraid of this and that, you are afraid of this, you are afraid of that, you are afraid of it, what should come will always come, you really scared me like that in the morning, can we still have any of us who can not die?" It's good that you've become normal since you came back from the hospital, otherwise, I really don't know what to do, I don't want to live with a bad old man who doubts that something is wrong with me for a while, and that he suspects that something is wrong with me all day long. ”

Sun Xiangyun smiled and hugged his wife tightly.

The elevator had been repaired, but when the elevator reached the 21st floor, a foul smell came in the wind as the elevator doors opened.

"What's going on?"

The two subconsciously covered their mouths.

Sun Xiangyun saw that the door of Lao Wu's house was wide open, and there was still a wreath at the door, and his heart suddenly didn't know how to beat.

"Something happened to Lao Wu."

Sun Xiangyun said.

In this form, there is no need for Sun Xiangyun to say anything, Amin can understand what is happening at a glance.

When Wu Fang saw Sun Xiangyun and Amin, he called his uncle and aunt.

Sun Xiangyun rushed into the room to see Lao Wu, but was stopped by nanny Liu Hua.

"They're pretending, don't go in, it's messy, and it doesn't taste good."

Liu Hua stood aside, his hands in his cotton coat pockets, leaning against the door.

"Yes, Uncle Sun, don't go in, Dad's death doesn't look good."

Wu Fang thought that he was also kind enough to say this, but who knew that Sun Xiangyun, a gentle and elegant artist in Pingli, was angry and said that Wu Fang was messing around.

"What is this called, so many old classmates, I've been here today, pretending to be in a hurry, shouldn't Amin and I go in and take a look at him? Don't you even understand this rule?

Wu Fang, Wu Fang, you are really! ”

Seeing that Sun Xiangyun was out of breath, Amin was worried that her husband was really going to faint, so she hurriedly glanced at Wu Fang, who shrugged his shoulders and looked helpless.

Sun Xiangyun walked into the room, Amin took her husband's arm, the master was carrying Lao Wu, his clothes were quite neat, but Sun Xiangyun was full of one word, dirty, how could it be so dirty.

Amin couldn't stand the smell and pulled Sun Xiangyun out, but Sun Xiangyun asked Amin to go out first, and he still had something to say to Lao Wu.

"Don't say it, say anything, no one is gone."

Nanny Liu Hua muttered outside, and the masters had no choice but to persuade, "Forget it, when the body is disposed of, we will see you again on the day of the funeral." ”