Therefore, Wan Changsheng also took the disciple ceremony as a matter of course and took over the responsibility of the funeral.

It seems that he was really waiting for Wan Changsheng to say the words that he couldn't swallow, and Professor Gou died that night.

Even during the winter vacation, as long as the hospital leaders who are still in Jiangzhou have come to the hospital.

But the next time for Professor Gou to wake the soul was too lonely.

According to the custom of Shudi in Jiangzhou, it is usually the immediate family members who keep the spirit for three days and three nights, and then cremated.

Professor Gou and Mrs. Guan had no children or daughters, and Wan Changsheng took up the burden of this junior first.

As usual, a mourning hall was set up in the funeral home to receive condolences for three days.

Fortunately, Jia Huanhuan followed, running around upstairs and downstairs in the magnificent funeral parlor to pay fees and arrange chores, so that Wan Changsheng could at least stay by the ice coffin as a disciple.

Mrs. Guan can also sit on the sofa in the corner of the huge condolence hall and eat melon seeds.

Because except for the morning of the first day, a wave of teachers and staff of the Shuchuan Academy of Fine Arts came on the Chinese New Year's Eve, and the afternoon began to be deserted.

It is customary to be a place of condolence in Shudi, where several tables of mahjong are placed, which is called a funeral fire, which is a lively scene of funeral.

There's not even a table here.

Originally, the hospital wanted to organize a funeral committee and arrange staff, but the old lady politely refused, saying that the New Year should not delay anyone, and everything should be left to Wan Changsheng to be responsible.

The dean took a look at it, and repeatedly told Wan Changsheng to say goodbye before leaving.

Wan Changsheng was very comfortable, pulled a chair and sat on the side of the incense platform of the posthumous statue, and took the time to go back to the office to pick up the big seal stone that he had moved when he changed his clothes.

Slowly, he carved a beer-bottle-high head for Professor Gou.

When someone came, he put down his things, respectfully accepted the condolences, bowed in response, and accompanied the gift.

Of course, there are few people and there are reasons for the Spring Festival holiday, and most of the teachers of the art academy with generally good economic conditions choose to travel and vacation during the Spring Festival, and those who go abroad abound.

Lao Tong didn't come back, Zhao Leilei seemed to have gone to Southeast Asia, Lao Cao went to the northeast to feel the ice and snow, and there were a lot of news sent by him, but there were really few people who came to the scene.

On the first day of the new year, Guo Huaisheng rushed back from somewhere, and said goodbye to Gou Lao very respectfully.

But when he found out that Wan Changsheng was actually sitting at that moment of the sculpture, he couldn't help but want to see it.

In the end, it obviously took a lot of effort to hold back a few words of professional advice and go straight to the airport.

The others are mainly retired faculty members.

Wan Changsheng treats each other with courtesy.

Mrs. Guan is more calm than him, except for eating melon seeds, she chats with Jia Huanhuan.

Anyone who has changed any young girl who has accompanied her boyfriend to worship the teacher can have a reason to rest and go shopping, not to mention that this is still a few days on the first day of the Chinese New Year's Eve.

There's no need to sit here at all.

Jia Huanhuan accompanied Wan Changsheng as a matter of course.

Serve the old and the young.

Wan Changsheng is a stillness, she is that movement.

Full of life, even in the funeral home where the atmosphere is full of oppression, she can hold the old lady with a coquettish smile and speak.

Talking about Wan Changsheng's grandfather, the sixth aunt, and whimsically asked if he wanted to call his mother-in-law to bring a group of relatives to come over to play mahjong, anyway, he was playing at home, and he was also a family here.

Or simply invite Mrs. Guan to go to Guanyin Village to care for the elderly, there are temples to meditate on the Buddha and eat fast, and there are also a lot of people to play mahjong with them.

Mrs. Guan was happy: "Why do you play mahjong at every turn?" ”

Jia Huanhuan is more reasonable: "If you don't play mahjong, you will age quickly, and your brain can't turn, will you, it's very simple, or let's use our mobile phones to play mahjong first." ”

She mainly felt that the sound of mahjong could not be heard in the mourning hall, which was simply abnormal.

Old Lady Guan looked at Wan Changsheng, who was sitting like a statue with only his hands operating: "Changsheng has you, it is his blessing." ”

Jia Huanhuan was taken aback, and hurriedly waved his hand: "No, no, no!" Brother Changsheng is a Wenqu star, hehe, our family has always said so. ”

Wan Changsheng was silent.

The old lady is happy: "The most important thing between husband and wife is to praise him more, that's right!" ”

Wan Changsheng, who carved things, laughed.

Now Jia Huanhuan likes the old lady more, and proudly puts her hands on her hips: "It was originally!" ”

The old lady actually said, "It's not enough, you see, you two must have done more housework, right?" ”

Jia Huanhuan hurriedly protected: "He has a lot of big things to do, so I will do some housework, as it should be." ”

The old lady actually taught in front of Wan Changsheng: "What about men, in fact, no matter how old they are, they are children, no matter how hard they work outside, how much pressure they bear, as long as they come home, they will be satisfied as long as someone praises them, and there is no man who wants to go home exhausted, and listening to his wife teach him is useless, right?" ”

Jia Huanhuan sought truth from facts: "Brother Changsheng is not that kind of man!" ”

The old lady taught a lifetime of skills: "You see he doesn't do housework, but as long as he does it occasionally, you have to praise, I think I'm very happy, I have always dreamed when I was a child, to marry a husband who can make money to support the family, and can help me share the housework, my mother also said that I daydream, there will be no such a good man at all, but I didn't find it?" ”

The sixty or seventy-year-old lady changed her tone and changed her role later, as if she was really praising her husband who was not smiling.

Wan Changsheng was stunned.

He had seen Professor Gou and Mrs. Guan respect each other, but he didn't expect to be so affectionate.

It is estimated that Professor Gou, who is serious and old-fashioned in the eyes of outsiders, contracted all the housework at home.

Jia Huanhuan opened her mouth even more and exclaimed, she must have never imagined that the old lady was still naughty like a girl, obviously with a coaxing tone.

There was no sadness on the old lady's white-haired face: "This kind of praise and praise is indeed a bit awkward to say at first, but once it is born and twice cooked, it will slowly become like a fish in water and shameless." ”

She's still happy to herself!

Jia Huanhuan looked at Wan Changsheng, it was estimated that he was brewing, and he couldn't open his mouth to come.

Mrs. Guan affirmed that she was perfect: "The basic policy is that there is no principle, no lower limit, grasp that those who are richer than him are not as handsome as him, those who are more handsome than him are not as talented as him, those who are more talented than him are not as rich as his family, and those who are more talented than him are not as rich as him, right?" ”

Jia Huanhuan had already begun to get started, and nodded slowly: "It was originally ......"

The old lady was as happy as a child: "Okay, I will accept you as an apprentice in the future." ”

Wan Changsheng secretly looked at Mrs. Guan again, as if he understood something.

Professor Gou can offend so many people up and down the Academy of Fine Arts for decades, and he still insists on his own practices, and it is estimated that he really doesn't care about the bad comments outside.

Because when he returns home, he has the most complete happiness.

This made Wan Changsheng involuntarily a little softer when he carved his head.

Originally, she almost carved it like Uncle Lu Xun, but now she still wants to leave the old lady a handsome old man she likes to praise.

Therefore, the three days of public condolences were not sad for Wan Changsheng at all, and he even enjoyed it a little.

On the evening of the thirtieth day, on the morning of the first day of the new year, the mobile phone was full of blessings from all sides.

Wan Changsheng explained with a circle of friends: "There are elders in the family who have passed away, so pause and wait." ”

The management group also said it.

Everyone must not know that Gou Laosuan insisted on canceling the leader of Wan Changsheng's achievements at the beginning, and he was still a little embarrassed when he heard the news.

Wan Changsheng wouldn't tell Huanhuan about it.

In fact, this kind of luxuriously decorated funeral parlor has many floors up and down, and the atrium is like a big hotel, so each condolence hall has a standard room to rest.

Wan Changsheng asked Huanhuan to accompany his sister to eat, sleep and take care of him.

At most, I only take a nap occasionally, mainly into this kind of creative excitement.

It was also from the final version of the stage sculpture that Wan Changsheng's sculptural style began to come into contact with some symbolic techniques that were not so figurative.

For example, when he was about to carve the head of Professor Gou, he would subconsciously think of several of Lu Xun's most famous sculptures, which are often very mottled and strong in style, and some even have pitted faces.

This is all in order to express the style of this fighter who uses a pen to make a knife and a gun.

You can't be mellow and rich, just like Maitreya Buddha who is kind and wealthy.

Professor Gou has always been fighting with others.

But after listening to Mrs. Guan's description, Wan Changsheng began to change, he didn't care what Professor Gou was like in the eyes of others, he just wanted to use this as a souvenir, and at the same time give it to his mother, but also give himself a warning.

Everyone actually has their own heart.

Don't judge others by just a little appearance.

With this layer of thoughts, when I see other people in the future, I will have more speculative directions.

Therefore, when the three-day condolence period was completed and sent to cremation according to the process, Huanhuan supported the old lady, Wan Changsheng held the portrait, and did not even deliberately inform the college of what specifications they wanted, it was the family's own business.

At this time, Mrs. Guan was holding the avatar in her hand.

A head that surprised her.

Wan Changsheng actually grabbed his expression when he saw Professor Gou whispering softly and calling his wife for leave!

The serious old man who was not smiling in everyone's impression, and the expression that was a little sneering and cautious at that moment must be familiar only to the old lady herself.

So at the last moment, the old lady, who had always been relaxed, did not have the battle of others calling for heaven and earth, but just kissed the avatar, and finally burst into tears.

But tears couldn't stop her smile.