The man walked from the door of the coffin shop on a hot day with a fiery red umbrella in such a hot day.

He has a fair complexion, delicate facial features, a high nose bridge, a pair of rimless glasses, and pink lips and teeth.

He was very tall, about 1.85 meters, and on a July day, he wore a long-sleeved black shirt with the buttons of the shirt neatly tied, extending to the top of the button.

All the buckles lock all the scenery, rigorous and meticulous.

The extremely black shirt and the extremely white complexion formed a natural visual stimulation in the summer, and it enhanced a kind of ascetic aura from him.

I stared at him, stunned, but I couldn't help but shudder.

Because as he passed me, he suddenly stopped.

The red umbrella was slightly tilted back, completely revealing that delicate face.

The porcelain doll-like skin, when viewed at great close, looks a little sickly pale.

"You have death in you."

I was still immersed in his handsome face, but when I suddenly heard such a sentence, my brain immediately sobered up.

"You're stupid."

I unceremoniously retorted.

Whoever told him to come up was disrespectful.

But he didn't seem to be angry, but looked up at the umbrella surface slightly, and the five fingers with distinct bones slowly grasped the umbrella handle, and the joints were obviously more pale than just now.

He frowned, and pursed his lips slightly in displeasure.

I thought he was going to hit someone, so I immediately stepped back, took out the broom by the door, and aimed it at him.

"You, what are you going to do? I warn you, this is a society governed by the rule of law, and you can't just beat women. ”

He didn't answer immediately, his thick dark gaze, through the flakes of his glasses, stared at me tightly, and I was not polite, clenching my broom, ready to attack at any moment.

But he looked at it for a moment, then turned around.

"You have a dead breath in you, so you can't take the business, you can't take the money, and you burn it immediately. That's all there is to it. ”

With that, he turned around and left.

"Burning money?" I stared at his back in the distance and snorted, "Is this man sick?" Who is going to have trouble with money? ”

I didn't bother with it, and I wouldn't have actually burned the hundreds of dollars unless my brain was broken.

I put the broom down, turned around and went back, called the blind man Lu, and said that the man had asked me to be a paper figure.

Lu Blind didn't object, said that he would do what the guest wanted, and said that something happened to the Wang family, and he might not be able to come back for a while, and he would call someone to pick up the things customized by the Wang family, and tell me to wait in the store.

I should get off, and an hour later, someone really came to pick up the things, and I cooperated with the help to carry the things into the car, and I vaguely heard the two of them muttering.

At the funeral of the Wang family, a man died.

When the old lady of the Wang family died, she was already one hundred and three years old, and at this age, it is a long life in our town, and after death, it is also done according to the joy and mourning.

Basically, there will be a lot of people who believe in this kind of thing, all to please them.

But I've never heard of anyone who has died in a happy funeral.

I remember that Lu Blind once said that dying in joy and mourning will turn the original joy into evil, no matter which side it is, it is not a good sign.

"Wang family, what the hell is going on?"