Crazy Psychologist Chapter 201

"What do you draw?"

Mu Chun stepped forward.

If this child was not stupid, Ding Jiajun's behavior would have been kicked out by his family long ago.

I saw Ding Jiajun drawing quickly one stroke at a time. In less than ten minutes, he completed a very, very moving portrait of Zhang Fengling.

"this is?"

Old money came in.

"photo?"

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

"Didn't you say he..."

Just as Lao Qian was about to say something, Mu Chun shouted, "Let me change a coat for her."

"Humph."

Lao Qian still wanted to mutter, thinking that relatives and neighbors would all come, and it was not a solution if the photos hadn't arrived yet, so he could only go downstairs to see if Xiao Zhang had arrived.

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

"Hurry up, go back and get the portrait, but I didn't take the portrait."

"What? Oh oh, good."

It's not the first time that Xiao Zhang hastily went 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, searched for a long time, and finally found Zhang Fengling's photo, but because of anxiety, he accidentally dropped it on the ground while installing the photo frame, and was stepped on by a black dog that came out of nowhere, and it was all mud .

It's too bad, it's not going well.

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

"It's useless."

Liu Mei simply said.

"Then what should we do?" Xiao Zhang turned around anxiously.

"Call Lao Qian and ask the store to print another copy." Liu Mei said indifferently.

"Can't print."

Lao Qian said to Liu Mei on the phone.

"Why can't it be printed? Isn't this kind of thing happened before? I'll ask Boss Qiu to print another copy and send it to me. You can send me the name of the person."

"Boss Qiu went back to his hometown to help collect grapefruits, and he helped me print them this morning before leaving."

"That's okay, just bring the photo and print another one."

"The problem is this. His stupid son deleted the photos, saying that the phone's storage was not enough. In order to play games, he deleted all the photos, and none of them were left."

"What? There isn't a single photo? It's fine if you're young, or you don't need any recent photos. You can just deal with it, and you can't find one? Where are the other family members?"

"It's not that you don't know, Zhang Fengling. There is no family. It is suffering. After suffering for so many years, death is considered a rest. Living is to take care of this child. I have never enjoyed the slightest blessing in my life. Now the clothes on my body are all It's dirty, Xiaochun is tidying her up a bit. Ask Xiaozhang to bring a photo frame and bring some white paper."

"Then there is no photo, 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 entered the door as if they were parents. The old money said politely, "It's all arranged, and the funeral home will be there in 20 minutes."

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

Lao Qian thanked him and accepted it. In fact, Lao Qian does not smoke, but every time he has a job, he would light one or two cigarettes. Xiao Zhang secretly told Mu Chun that it was for the client to give him a few packs of cigarettes, so he just threw them away. Exchange money at the store.

Old money is just a string of money.

Tablets, Buddhist chanting machine, mourning hall cloth, an incense burner, small wreaths, couplet paper, black balls, black gauze, belts, head flowers, and small yellow flowers are all here, and the mourning hall has also been decorated. Zhang Fengli looked at the photos and said nothing what.

Mainly because she wanted to see her sister in the bedroom.

After complaining about how messy and messy the room was, I stopped complaining and waited for the funeral company to pick me 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.

What a brilliant idea.

Although it is a bit smaller, Lao Qian asked Xiao Zhang to bring white paper, which is really ingenious. The white paper is placed under the drawing paper, stacked and pressed into the photo frame, it is perfect.

When the neighbors were offering sacrifices, they all said that Zhang Fengling looked so beautiful and peaceful.

Mu Chun looked at it for a long time and felt that Zhang Fengling in the photo frame gave people a very gentle and peaceful feeling, as if no matter what happened to her before she was alive, she is calm and gentle now.

How can there be such a feeling?

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

A master is a master after all.

Mu Chun shook his head.

When it was time for Zhang Mingyou to pay his respects, the child was so stupid that he refused to kneel down or offer incense to his mother.

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

Originally, the whole family hated Zhang Mingyou, but fortunately, this child is not noisy and always plays with his mobile phone quietly by himself.

It's all right now, I was arguing in the bedroom to finish playing the game, but I just refused to put down my phone and go to the living room.

Laoqian has seen too many things, but to persuade a child who is unwilling to give incense to his mother, Laoqian has never done such a thing.

At this time Ding Jiajun suddenly appeared in front of the mourning hall, and began to cry silently. He cried so sadly that almost others thought that he was the master of the family and that it was his wife who died.

When the funeral home comes to pick up people ~www.mtlnovel.com~ Ding Jiajun wants to go with the car. When the corpse is transported to the funeral home, he can take two to three family members with him. He mainly follows him to the business office of the funeral home to submit the death certificate for examination. Buy the urn, get the cremation certificate, and go through the formalities of payment and other items.

These things are usually done by the family members, but Laoqian will also help when the family members are unable to complete them. This family is, Lao Qian went to the community hospital to get a death certificate, and then waited for Mu Chun to come here to decorate the mourning hall and wait for the car of the funeral home.

In the afternoon, Lao Qian still had a family to leave. When Mu Chun suggested that they come with the car to handle matters such as cremation certificates, Lao Qian agreed.

"It's really best for that sister to leave everything alone, and still hold on to the money."

Old Qian quietly said to Mu Chun, "Choose something more expensive, don't be frugal."

"what?"

Mu Chun nodded and took Ding Jiajun into the car.

Ding Jiajun didn't say a word along the way, the body had been pretended to be out of sight, but Ding Jiajun looked at Zhang Fengling silently, as if mourning.

"The next thing we need to do is to choose the urn, and then apply for the cremation certificate. If we hurry up, the memorial service will be held tomorrow or the day after tomorrow."

"Well, yes, the memorial service."

"I have a question."

Mu Chun said.

"Zhang Fengling's eyes are closed, how could you draw that portrait with eyes open?"

"Really? What I saw was the one with open eyes."

There was a gust of wind in the car, and everyone felt a little weird.

Originally, the master who drove this kind of car was also the kind of person who was not superstitious and had a particularly high psychological quality, but this time, everyone felt nervous.

Chapter end

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