The Qinglong City Funeral Home was chartered today, and all funeral and cremation operations were suspended from 7 a.m. to 12 a.m.

When Zhu Jiangjiang came to the door of the funeral home by car, there were many media workers outside.

Among the many luxury cars arriving today, taxis are particularly inconspicuous. A few reporters looked at it curiously, then withdrew their eyes and focused their attention on the other guests present.

Zhu Jiangjiang thought about it, and did not get out of the car in order to avoid trouble, but sent the driver's license plate number to Xia Jinguo for him to let him go.

The work of the funeral home is an iron rice bowl, and in the past few months since she left, in addition to a few more newcomers, the employees of the unit are still the original batch.

It can be imagined that the big family knows what her original career will be, but today is just a formality, Zhu Jiangjiang doesn't want to be sideways.

"Miss, we're in the Great Hall. Can you find it, do you want me to find someone to pick you up? "It's a call from Xia Jinguo.

"No, I can find it." Zhu Jiangjiang hung up the phone and got out of the car.

After living here for three years, not to mention that the funeral home put a sign leading to the auditorium under the banyan tree in the parking lot, and she is familiar with the way without the sign.

The auditorium is in Jixiang Building, which is the funeral place with the highest construction specifications in Qinglong City.

The staircase in front of the door is carved from white marble, and the auditorium can accommodate up to 1,000 people, and the cost of a one-time charter is as high as six figures, and the last guest of honor here was the well-known physicist Wang Xuejun.

Today's auditorium is extremely lively, almost all the people who have had some dealings with the Zhu family have come, and those who can't be there have sent wreaths.

Hundreds of wreaths of condolence, in a variety of styles, stretch from the auditorium to the plaza in front of the staircase like a torrent of yellow and white.

The atmosphere in the auditorium was solemn and mournful.

Zhu Jiangjiang pressed the black duckbill hat on his head, took the towel and silk gold red envelope delivered by the Zhu family, and quietly integrated into the incense worship procession, silently lining up.

Zhu Jianfeng's coffin was displayed in the center of the auditorium, Xiao Chen and several relatives of Zhu Jiang Jiang who could not be named handed the burning incense to the guests one by one, while Chen Chen and Zhu Jianxi sat by the coffin and burned paper money.

The team shrank shorter and shorter, and Zhu Jiangjiang finally saw Zhu's father.

Father Zhu's face was gloomy, as if he had aged a lot overnight, standing next to Zhu Jianfeng's coffin and not knowing what he was thinking.

He would occasionally say hello to more important guests, and Xia Jinguo stood beside him.

When Xiao Chen handed the three-pillar fragrance to Zhu Jiangjiang's hand, his pupils shrank, and he obviously recognized Zhu Jiangjiang.

Zhu Jiangjiang hurriedly made a silent gesture, but unfortunately the movement was too big, and Father Zhu on the side immediately noticed the situation here and looked over.

Zhu Jiangjiang lowered his head and did not look at him, but walked around the coffin according to the etiquette of condolence, and inserted the incense into the incense burner.

Zhu Jianfeng's body has obviously been repaired by the mortuary, and it is impossible to see what injuries he suffered before his death.

Zhu Jiangjiang glanced at it, the makeup foundation was white, the lips were bright red, and the style was old-fashioned, and it was Lu Yifeng's masterpiece at first glance.

A thick and well-fitting wig is a clear reminder that the skull has been badly injured in a car accident.

Feeling that Father Zhu's gaze had been staying on her, Zhu Jiangjiang was inevitably a little nervous.

Thinking about seeing and seeing, Zhu Jiang Jiang planned to apply oil to the soles of his feet after the incense.

Unexpectedly, Xia Jinguo came over in time and led her to sit on the seats arranged for the guests below.

"After the ceremony, we will go directly to dinner, and the eldest lady will sit for a while." Xia Jinguo said in a low voice.

The funeral was about half an hour over, and the Zhu family chartered a banquet at the Cloud Hotel, and after the ceremony, everyone went directly to the banquet to eat.

Zhu Jiangjiang was sitting on the chair and was bored, when suddenly a head appeared next to her and startled her.

"Master, why are you here, you are related to the Zhu family?"

With a round and chubby face, squeezing her eyebrows and making her eyes look cute, it was the apprentice Datang she brought out single-handedly.

"It's a little related, come over and make an incense. How has your job been lately, and have you become a regular? Zhu Jiangjiang deliberately lowered his voice.

The center of the auditorium is full of mourning, but this is a funeral scene after all, and it can't be too public.

"After three practical operations, there is still a level of funeral etiquette, come and learn it today." Datang cooperated and whispered.

The two were talking, when suddenly a sharp voice sounded behind them.

"Zhu Jiangjiang, you are no longer from the Zhu family, what qualifications do you have to be cheeky to attend the funeral? The deceased is the greatest, and my brother is still lying in the coffin, and you are talking and laughing here, do you really think that you are here to watch the play? ”

Zhu Jianxi walked over with his stomach up at some point, looking furious.

Zhu Jiang Jiang asked himself if he spoke, but he definitely didn't laugh.

But in fact, which of the guests sitting here didn't talk to each other? It's not really his own son, who can sit stupidly for a long time and cry from beginning to end?

Although there are a hundred reasons to choke back, considering the Tang Dynasty around him, Zhu Jiangjiang still chose not to meet Zhu Jianxi in general.

After all, Datang is still working in the funeral home, and if he is scolded for saying hello to her, Zhu Jiangjiang will not be able to go.

Zhu Jiang Jiang pressed Datang, who was about to open his mouth to help her explain, and turned around to leave the table.

"Don't even dare to put a fart, are you weak-hearted?"

Unexpectedly, Zhu Jianxi saw that she was silent, but she had to inch in.

As if to vent the anger he received at the birthday banquet last time, Zhu Jianxi raised his foot and kicked Zhu Jiangjiang.

"Master, be careful!"

Zhu Jiang Jiang was defenseless at this kick, but Da Tang, who was standing behind her, saw it clearly, and in a hurry, he stepped forward and pushed Zhu Jiang Jiang.

"Oops!"

Zhu Jianxi kicked in the air, slammed into Datang's heavy "noble body", and was rebounded back and fell heavily to the ground.

"What is this doing!"

Father Zhu walked over with a black face.

Zhu Jianxi's belly was obviously very big in the month, and he couldn't get up for half a day after falling to the ground, his head was covered with cold sweat, and he hugged his stomach and cried like rain.

Datang was taken aback by this sudden change and stood aside like a chicken.

"Xixi, you're okay, don't scare your mother."

Chen Chen came with red circles in his eyes when he heard the sound, and when he saw his daughter fall to the ground, he immediately panicked.

"Mom, it's all Zhu Jiangjiang who hurt me."

Seeing that Zhu Jianxi's face was pale, and he didn't forget to bite his lip to complain, Zhu Jiangjiang couldn't help but laugh.

She took a step forward to block in front of Datang, "If the amniotic water is broken, don't call an ambulance quickly, I'm embarrassed to be in this empty mouth." ”

Zhu Jianxi looked down at his body, and saw that there was a puddle of viscous liquid on the ground at some point.

It was not the first time she had given birth, and she instantly understood that what Zhu Jiangjiang said was the truth.

"The baby is only over seven months old."

She was always pampered and was beaten by this sudden change, and she squeezed Chen Chen's hand tremblingly, eager to seek her mother's comfort.

"Call an ambulance!"

Chen Chen didn't react for a while, and he was a little at a loss. Fortunately, Zhu's father was still sober, and when he turned his head, he ordered Xia Jinguo to call the police.

(End of chapter)