Chapter 197 What Is This Person Drawing?

"What are you drawing?"

Mu Chun walked forward.

If the kid wasn't stupid, Ding Jiajun would have been kicked out by his family members for his behavior.

Ding Jiajun drew quickly, stroke by stroke, and in less than ten minutes, he finished a very touching portrait of Zhang Fengling.

"What is this?"

Old Qian walked in.

"Photo?"

"No, it's a portrait, he just drew it."

"You're not talking about him..."

Just as Old Qian was about to say something, Mu Chun shouted, "Let me help her change her coat."

"Hmph."

Old Qian wanted to mutter, thinking that relatives and neighbors would come soon, and it was no use if the photos hadn't arrived yet, so he could only go downstairs to see if Xiao Zhang had come.

After waiting for five minutes, Xiao Zhang came downstairs with two flower baskets.

"Hurry up, go back and get the portrait, the portrait is not there."

"What? Oh, okay."

It wasn't the first time that Xiao Zhang hurried back to get the portrait. I don't know what happened to this thing, it should be the last thing to forget, but it is often forgotten.

Xiao Zhang rushed to the store and searched for a long time. He finally found Zhang Fengling's photo, but because he was in a hurry, he accidentally dropped it on the ground when framing it. A black dog that came out of nowhere stepped on it and it was covered with mud.

It's terrible. It's not going well.

Xiao Zhang leaned over to pick up the photo, called Liu Mei to help, and wiped it with paper for a long time but couldn't wipe it clean.

"It can't be used."

Liu Mei said simply.

"What should I do?" Xiao Zhang was so anxious.

"Call Lao Qian and ask the store to print another one." Liu Mei said calmly.

"It can't be printed."

Lao Qian said to Liu Mei on the other end of the phone.

"Why can't it be printed? This has happened before. I'll ask Mr. Qiu to print another one and send it over. Please send me the name."

"Mr. Qiu went back to his hometown to help collect grapefruits. He printed it for me this morning before leaving."

"That's fine. Just bring the photo and print another one."

"That's the problem. His stupid son deleted the photos. He said that the phone storage was not enough. He deleted all the photos to play games. Not a single one is left."

"What? Not a single photo? Photos from when you were young are fine. Photos from recent times are fine. Just process them. Not a single one can be found? What about other family members?"

"You know Zhang Fengling. How can you have any family members? You've suffered so much for so many years. If you die, you can rest. If you live, you can only take care of this child. You haven't enjoyed any happiness in your life. Now her clothes are all dirty. Xiaochun is cleaning them up for her. Ask Xiao Zhang to bring a photo frame and some white paper."

"There won't be any photos left. What should I do now?"

Before Liu Mei finished asking, Lao Qian hung up the phone.

Zhang Fengling's sister and brother-in-law walked up to the sixth floor and looked like parents when they entered the door. Lao Qian said politely, "Everything has been arranged. The funeral home will arrive in twenty minutes."

Zhang Fengli thanked Lao Qian and gave him a pack of cigarettes.

Lao Qian thanked him and took it. In fact, Lao Qian did not smoke, but he would light one or two every time he had work. Xiao Zhang secretly told Muchun that this was so that customers could give him a few packs of cigarettes, and he would throw them directly into the small shop to exchange for money.

Lao Qian was just a money-maker.

The tablet, the Buddhist chanting machine, the mourning hall cloth, an incense burner, a small wreath, couplet paper, black ball, black gauze, belt, head flower, small yellow flower, were all here, and the mourning hall was also decorated. Zhang Fengli looked at the photos and didn't say anything.

Mainly, she wanted to go and see her sister in the bedroom.

After complaining about how it was so sloppy and how the room was so messy, she stopped complaining and waited for the funeral company to pick people up.

Xiao Zhang asked Lao Qian what to do with the photo frame, and Lao Qian asked Ding Jiajun to tear off the painting and put it in the photo frame.

This is a great idea.

Although it was a little small, Lao Qian asked Xiao Zhang to bring white paper, which was a great idea. The white paper was placed under the painting paper, and then pressed into the photo frame after overlapping. It was perfect.

When the neighbors were paying tribute, they all said that this photo of Zhang Fengling looked so beautiful and so calm.

Mu Chun looked at it for a long time and felt that Zhang Fengling in the photo frame gave people a particularly gentle and calm feeling, as if no matter how she was in her life, she was calm and gentle now.

How could there be such a feeling?

Is it because Ding Jiajun's painting skills are superior?

A master is a master after all.

Mu Chun shook his head.

When Zhang Mingyou was paying tribute, the child was stupid and refused to kneel down or burn incense for his mother.

Zhang Fengli couldn't stand it anymore and scolded the child for being useless. If it weren't for him, his sister wouldn't have gotten this disease so early, let alone died at this age.

The whole family hated Zhang Mingyou, but fortunately the child was not noisy and always played with his phone quietly.

Now he is clamoring to finish the game in the bedroom and refuses to put down his phone and go to the living room.

Old Qian has seen a lot of things, but he never persuades a child who is unwilling to burn incense for his mother.

At this time, Ding Jiajun suddenly appeared in front of the mourning hall and cried silently. He cried so sadly that almost others thought he was the male owner of the house and his wife was the one who died.

When the funeral home came to pick up the person, Ding Jiajun wanted to follow the car. When the body was transported to the funeral home, two or three family members could be brought with the car, mainly to follow the business office of the funeral home, to check the death certificate, choose the urn, receive the cremation certificate, and complete the payment procedures.

These things are usually done by family members, but Lao Qian will help when family members can't do it. This family is like this. Lao Qian went to the community hospital to get a death certificate, and then waited for Mu Chun to come here to set up the mourning hall and wait for the funeral home car.

Lao Qian had another family to go to in the afternoon. When Mu Chun suggested that they come with the car to handle matters such as cremation certificates, Lao Qian agreed.

"That sister really doesn't care about anything, and she still holds on to the money."

Lao Qian whispered to Mu Chun, "Pick something more expensive, don't save."

"Huh?"

Mu Chun nodded and took Ding Jiajun into the car.

Ding Jiajun didn't say a word along the way. The body had been packed up and couldn't be seen, but Ding Jiajun looked at Zhang Fengling silently, as if mourning.

"Next, we will go to choose the urn and apply for the cremation certificate. If it's fast, the memorial service will be held tomorrow or the day after tomorrow."

"Well, okay, the memorial service."

"I have a question."

Mu Chun said.

"Zhang Fengling had his eyes closed, how could you draw a portrait with his eyes open?"

"Really? What I saw was his eyes open."

A gust of cold wind blew in the car, and everyone felt a little weird.

Originally, the driver of this kind of car was the kind of person who was not superstitious and had a very high psychological quality, but at this moment, everyone felt uneasy.