After Rebirth, the Buddha-like Star Is a Medical Expert Chapter 58

Chapter 58 Cremation

The next morning.

When the three of them rushed from the hotel to the hospital, Shi's housekeeper was already waiting at the hospital.

"Grandma, my condolences."

"Master Mochizuki condolences."

Liu Susu's sad face immediately showed a look of joy, and before she could speak, the butler dressed in black gave a business-like explanation:

"The funeral home has been arranged, and we will go to the crematorium later."

"Is there no memorial ceremony?" the hoarse boy asked.

"Last night, Mrs. and Mrs. found a good master to count on a good day. Tomorrow morning is the most suitable day for the burial of the eldest young master."

"So fast?" Liu Susu said, but he was relieved.

Last night, the terrifying appearance of the fool before he died kept appearing in front of her eyes, and she also hoped that he would go to the ground as soon as possible, the sooner the better.

Fortunately, the family arranged for someone to come early this morning.

So she doesn't have to do anything.

"The days calculated by the master." The housekeeper sighed.

At the same time, he presented the mother and son with two new suits, two brand new black suits. "The eldest young mistress and the eldest young master go and change your clothes. The car to the funeral home will arrive soon."

Shi Mochizuki stared at the butler's calm face, and once again deeply felt his powerlessness and weakness.

Why?

Why are people so different?

Dad, as a member of the Shi family, could not even get a memorial ceremony when he died.

Just because he is a fool, because he cannot bring value to the family, because he is a dark spot in the bright and beautiful life of grandparents, he needs to be constantly covered up, hidden, and death must be silent. ?

Growing up so big, it's not that he hasn't attended funerals.

He remembered that there was a cousin in the family who died last year, and the whole family went to pay homage to him.

At that time, he heard people talking that after the death of my cousin, the body needs to be placed in the mourning hall for seven days, and all relatives and friends came to mourn. He saw the flowers brought by everyone around the mourning hall.

Uncle and the others also invited the master to practice for seven consecutive days, reciting sutras for the grandfather, in order to help the grandfather to be reborn in the Western Pure Land of Bliss.

When I get to my father, if I die, I will immediately take it to the crematorium to be cremated...

The boy clenched his teeth and clenched his fists tightly. When his eyes fell, a whirlwind-like black storm surged in his eyes.

Youguang glanced at the boy who was bowing his head and said nothing, and asked the housekeeper, "When will the funeral home arrive?"

"Miss Huining, half past eight."

Yuguang quickly glanced at the watch on his wrist, it was 7:41 now.

She turned around and told the driver who came to the hospital early in the morning to wait for her, and asked him to buy four bouquets of flowers.

Fortunately, there is a row of flower shops next to the hospital, and the driver quickly bought four bunches of yellow and white chrysanthemums.

Youguang took four bouquets of flowers from the driver and handed them to Liu Susu, Shi Butler, and Shi Mochizuki, and she kept the other bouquet for herself.

When she gave the flowers to Steward Shi and Liu Susu, she said, "Auntie, Uncle Steward, when we send Uncle to the crematorium, we will sprinkle petals along the road to guide him."

While the housekeeper nodded in agreement, he was a little surprised that the young lady of the Ning family would understand this.

Liu Susu asked suspiciously, "Why do you want to sprinkle flowers?"

"Auntie can do this, even if it's the last thing she does for uncle."

Liu Susu stopped talking.

At 8:30, a black unmarked funeral car came to the mortuary of the hospital. The staff of the funeral home put Shi Tingsong into a wooden coffin for cremation in a luxurious furnace and loaded it into the funeral car, ready to be transported to the crematorium.

Liu Susu didn't dare to accompany Shi Tingsong in the funeral car, but Shi Wangyue was put away in Shi Tingsong, and followed him when he was placed in the funeral car.

Youguang also accompanies him.

Soon the funeral car started, Yuguang turned on the phone and put "Six-character Hongming", the low Sanskrit sound rang in the quiet funeral car, rolled up bursts of sadness, and the teenager's tears began to flow again.

At the same time, it started to rain.

Yuguang opened the car window with a punch, and while scattering petals outside the car, he said, "Uncle Shitingsong, you go well, look for a bright place, you must go to the brightest place, go to the west, Go to the Western Paradise."

The little girl's voice was soft and soft, with a little choking. The funeral car driver in the front row has been driving the funeral car for 28 years.

But he was really surprised. The first time he saw the family of the deceased who needed to be cremated in a luxurious stove, there were only two children in their teens.

The world is so big, it's really amazing.

He shook his head, continued to drive the car steadily, and at the same time said comfortably, "It's raining well this time, and it's still good for people to walk."

When the car arrived at the crematorium, the petals in Yuguang's hand were just finished, and the rain was getting heavier.

The driver of the Xia family hurriedly took down two umbrellas from the car and handed them to Ning Youguang.

She took it and blocked herself and the child's head.

People from the funeral home went to arrange the cremation of the deceased, while the others held umbrellas and waited in the courtyard outside the crematorium.

Soon, Shi Jinrong and his wife, the second young master of the Shi family, and Fang Hao and his wife, the third young master, also came.

When they came, there were three cars in total, two cars were the cars of Shi Jinrong and his wife and Shi Fanghao, and the other car was loaded with Shi Tingsong's relics.

A large truck filled with almost all of Shitingsong's tools before his death, ready to be burned together.

When Mochizuki was taken down by his father's belongings, he rushed into the rain to look at his father's belongings.

There are many, many bags. The bags contain the bedding that Dad sleeps in, the bowls for eating, the cups for drinking water, the clothes you wear every day, the toys you usually play with, photos, the unfinished snacks, and piles of miscellaneous things.

Everything that could be burned, they moved over.

There is also a transparent glass jar filled with colorful stars.

Shi Mochizuki reached out and picked up the glass jar, and soon the glass jar was wet by the rain, blurring the colors of the stars inside, just like the stars in the night sky covered by dark clouds, losing their original brightness.

Just as he was looking at the stars, the staff next to him just took out a wooden box from another bag. The staff took out the wooden box and prepared to throw it and burn it. Seeing Mochizuki, he grabbed it from his hand like crazy. Under the wooden box.

At the same time, the glass bottle containing the stars in his hand accidentally fell to the ground, and it shattered with a slap...

The staff already knew that the child was the son of the deceased, and could understand his reluctance, saying, "This is an empty box."

Shi Mochizuki held the wooden box tightly in his arms, his eyes fell on the wooden box and on the colorful stars scattered on the ground, tears slid down his fair and handsome face.

The heart of a teenager, this moment, along with the broken glass bottle and scattered stars, can never be complete again.

Ning Youguang had been standing behind him and holding an umbrella for him as early as when the boy rushed out to rummage through his belongings. Seeing that he was so reluctant, he said, "If you can't bear it, just stay."

Zhao Feier next to said, "I've taken all the money in the red envelope for you. It's in your dad's room. You can go back and get it. This box should be burnt. Don't keep it."

"I want to stay." The boy murmured.

"It's not good to stay."

is very unlucky.

Zhao Feier frowned.

The boy stopped talking, but he held the box and didn't let go.

It is a twelve-year-old child who has just lost his father. Shi Fanghao watched him like this, and finally gave birth to a little sympathy: "Mochizuki can stay if you want. Look, there are other things, if you want to. If you keep it, organize it now and keep it, otherwise it will be pulled and burned, and you can't keep it if you want to.”

Mochizuki finally picked up a multicolored star from the ground, packed it in a wooden box with Dad's photo and took it home.

Soon, the crematorium staff stood at the door and called:

"Shi Tingsong, are Shi Tingsong's family here?"

"Come here and recognize your face, you're going to be cremated after reading it."

Youguang and Shi's family walked to Shitingsong's body together.

"The family circled around, and the filial son and grandson took the incense in front." The staff of the crematorium continued to guide.

Yuguang stood behind Shi's family and looked at Mochizuki's father's remains. She found that Shi Tingsong's face was very white, his face was surprisingly peaceful, and he didn't have as much hostility as those who died unexpectedly.

After all, he is a pure and kind-hearted person. In the next life, he must go to a good place, a place with light.

She recited the scriptures and prayed silently in her heart.

Shi Tingsong's body was instantly pushed into the furnace and melted after the family paid their respects.

The moment the stove closed, the boy let out a sharp cry.

While the boy was crying, the crematorium worker next to him shouted, "Family go to go through the formalities."

Yuguang stood beside him and felt a sense of absurdity from the indifference between human life and life.

Shi Fanghao helped his nephew and did not let him fall to the ground.

Ten minutes later, Shitingsong's ashes were collected.

"The filial son and grandson are here to get the urn." The crematorium workers sang like a machine.

Mochizuki held his father's urn in his arms, and Shi Fanghao held an umbrella to cover his head and his eldest brother.

When leaving the crematorium.

There is light looking out through the glass windows, and the sky and the earth are like hanging bead curtains, which are very wide. The rain falls on the roof tiles of the crematorium, splashing water, like a thin layer of smoke. on the roof.

She thought: "Chinese people really lack education about death. Now, most people don't know how to deal with the sudden death of their relatives, just like a machine, the next order from the funeral home and crematorium, Move along, and besides crying and grief, I don't know what else to do for the dead."

If a person has not taken a course on life and death, he does not know where life came from, where it will go, and also does not know how to deal with the great sadness and guilt that arises after the sudden death of a loved one. A worst way to deal with it.

She was also fortunate to have studied "Hospice Care" in the last life, heard Shelley's "Death Open Lesson", and read "Xz Book of Life and Death", otherwise she would not know what to do this time. 1314

(end of this chapter)

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