Chapter 204: It Takes some Money to Get Here

When Lao Qian said this to Zhang Fengling's sister, Zhang Fengli, who always had money in her eyes, also shed tears.

Ding Jiajun gave Lao Qian 4,000 yuan, saying that he would take good care of this matter. Lao Qian agreed, because after listening to Mu Chun's previous words, Lao Qian's view of Ding Jiajun became a little vague.

Lao Qian was doing his best to take money to do things for others. Ding Jiajun watched the makeup artist put on makeup for Zhang Fengling, but in the end, he still felt dissatisfied.

"Can I try it?"

I have never met such a family member before. The makeup artist looked at Ding Jiajun's serious look and felt a little reluctant, so he handed his tools to Ding Jiajun.

Ding Jiajun took half an hour until a few minutes before the memorial service began, and then he put down the tools and stood up.

The makeup artist stepped forward and took a look. Zhang Fengling, who had changed his clothes and was lying there, was so dignified and lively, just like sleeping.

"How could this be?" The makeup artist felt that he would never be able to do this.

At that moment, tears filled his eyes.

Old Qian came in to inform everyone to prepare. When he saw Zhang Fengling in the coffin, he was so nervous that he couldn't close his mouth.

"This, this, this is what she looked like when I first saw her. Did you put on makeup?"

Old Qian asked Ding Jiajun. Ding Jiajun just looked at Zhang Fengling silently, and then followed her to the auditorium.

When they looked at the remains, everyone shed tears. For decades, they hadn't seen Zhang Fengling's face so dignified.

Although her eyes were closed, she seemed to be telling everyone, "Please take care of my child. Thank you."

Everyone seemed to hear the words she wanted to say to the world from her face.

This sentence went deep into everyone's heart.

Until the coffin was closed, Ding Jiajun suddenly rushed forward and cried wildly. Everyone was already immersed in silence, and the sudden cry ignited their sadness. Zhang Fengli recalled that she and her sister learned to dance together when they were young. Her sister obviously danced better than her, but she always pretended that the movements were not in place, for fear that her mother would compare the two sisters and finally hurt her sister's heart.

"A Ling," Zhang Fengli broke free from her husband's arms, suddenly knelt down in front of the coffin, and burst into tears.

Seeing everyone crying, Zhang Mingyou seemed to understand something, "Mom, mom, mom, don't leave me, don't leave me."

He finally knew that after today, that familiar person would never appear in the familiar place at home again.

There would be no more prepared breakfast and clean clothes.

When the body was sent to the crematorium, Ding Jiajun held the coffin tightly and then lay flat on the floor outside the crematorium.

In a place like a funeral home, it seems that all kinds of sadness can be seen.

But in fact, it is not the case. The funeral home is a public place after all. In any public place in human society, there are always public etiquette to follow. People can't help but wonder if it is appropriate for me to cry like this, whether it is in accordance with the rules for me to kneel like this, and whether it is a bit weird for him to do that.

Sadness seems to be a matter with rules and procedures.

You need to be decent and express your pain and your thoughts decently.

No one knows whether this is good or bad, just like no one knows whether 24 hours a day is good or bad, life rotates and continues like this.

Ding Jiajun lay on the ground, closed his eyes, and was as quiet as a dead person. No one could know the situation in the crematorium. No one except the cremator could go in. Even Lao Qian said that no one wanted to go there. Generally, after the memorial service, they just waited for the ashes to come out.

Sometimes family members were in a hurry to finish their business and go to dinner, leaving only one person to wait for the ashes to come out.

When you walk out of the funeral home after receiving the ashes, you will find that another person is lying in the auditorium where your family members were lying just now. The host said the same words, his eyes were always looking up, and the family members cried and looked at the remains.

All the way forward, the memorial service rotated every thirty minutes, faster than the tables in the restaurant.

A person's death ended like this.

When Mu Chun helped Ding Jiajun up, tears fell from the corners of Ding Jiajun's eyes.

Mu Chun said nothing, but stood beside him. Zhang Mingyou took the urn and followed Zhang Fengli with it. Lao Qian followed Zhang Mingyou. He was going to take them to a nearby cooperative restaurant for a meal.

During the meal, there were only 7 people at the table.

Mu Chun stood with Ding Jiajun until 5 pm. It was his first time to watch the sunset in the funeral home.

The autumn sunset painted a series of sunset glows.

"If necessary, you can also hold another funeral for her. People's sadness always has an outlet."

Mu Chun handed Ding Jiajun a business card.

"Thank you."

Ding Jiajun took the business card and put it in his pocket, walked towards the sunset alone, and disappeared from Mu Chun's sight.

When he returned to Lao Qian, Lao Qian asked Mu Chun what was going on? Was it really Zhang Fengling's first love?

"Ah, right, first love and lifelong lover." Mu Chun replied.

"Is he better now? I don't think he's doing well at all."

Lao Qian was a little worried. After all, he had never done such a thing.

Although the funeral industry does not do repeat business, Lao Qian, who opened a funeral parlor in the community, still has to do business with neighbors. Every year during the Qingming and Winter Solstice, he does a few tomb-sweeping bus business, which can be regarded as taking care of neighbors and making a little money. If someone wants to buy a better cemetery, he can not only help but also make some pocket money.

Since Lao Qian entered the industry, he has summed up an experience: don't know too much.

Don't let your family members talk to you too much. If someone talks to you too much, he may want to stay away from you in the future. Don't come to you for business, because he was sad at that time, and then he sobered up. No one wants his own affairs or his family's affairs to be known too much by another person.

So, he didn't ask what Mu Chun didn't say, and he didn't need to know about Ding Jiajun's affairs.

The Winter Solstice is approaching, and it is another peak season of the year. Lao Qian still has a lot of things to do.

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Lao Qian stretched at the door of the store, and when he put his arms down, he saw Ding Jiajun.

"Boss."

Old Qian was startled and thought, why did this man target him?

Old Qian was quick-witted and looked around immediately, "Where is Mu Chun?"

Ding Jiajun shook his head, "I have something to ask you."

After hearing what Ding Jiajun asked, Old Qian felt indescribable.

It is said that if you walk too much at night, you will always encounter some strange things. These things of this man are really beyond the scope of Old Qian.

He wanted to refuse, but he felt that there was something in Ding Jiajun that could not be refused. He was too sad, so sad that he completely became transparent.