Crazy Psychologist Chapter 208

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

Ding Jiajun gave Lao Qian 4,000 yuan, saying that he would handle the matter well, and Lao Qian agreed, because after hearing Mu Chun's words before, Lao Qian's view of Ding Jiajun also became somewhat vague.

Using other people's money to do things for others, Lao Qian can be regarded as conscientious. Ding Jiajun watched the makeup artist put on Zhang Fengling's makeup all the way in the make-up artist fat, and in the end, he still felt dissatisfied.

"Can I try it?"

He had never met such a family member before. The makeup artist took a look at Ding Jiajun's serious expression, and couldn't bear it, so he handed over his tools to Ding Jiajun.

It took Ding Jiajun half an hour to put down his tools and stand up until a few minutes before the memorial service began.

The make-up artist took a quick look. Zhang Fengling, who was lying there after changing his clothes, turned out to be so dignified and lively, just as if he had fallen asleep.

"How could this be?" The makeup artist had a feeling that it would never be possible to achieve this level.

At the moment, tears welled up in my eyes.

Lao Qian came in to inform everyone to prepare, and when he saw Zhang Fengling in the coffin, he couldn't close his mouth nervously.

"This, this, this is what she looked like when I saw her for the first time, was it you?"

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

When looking at the remains, everyone shed tears. For decades, they have not seen such a dignified face of Zhang Fengling.

Although he closed his eyes, he seemed to be telling everyone, "Please take care of my child, thank you everyone."

Everyone seems to have heard from her face what she most wishes to say to the world.

This sentence has entered everyone's heart deeply.

When the coffin was closed, Ding Jiajun suddenly rushed forward and wept wildly. Everyone was already immersed in silence, but this sudden cry ignited their sadness. Zhang Fengli recalled that she learned to dance with her younger sister when she was a child. He is better than her, but he always deliberately pretends that his movements are not in place, for fear that his mother will compare the two sisters and end up hurting her sister's heart.

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

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

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

No more ready breakfasts and clean and tidy clothes.

When the body was sent to the cremation room, Ding Jiajun hugged the coffin and lay flat on the floor outside the cremation room.

In a place like a funeral home, it seems, is a place where you can see all kinds of grief.

But this 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. Something weird.

Grief also seems to be something with rules and procedures.

You need to do decent, decent expression of your pain, your thoughts.

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

Ding Jiajun was lying on the ground with his eyes closed, quietly like a dead person. No one could know what was going on in the cremation room. Except for the cremation master, no one could go in. Even Lao Qian said that there was no one there. To go, usually after the memorial service is over, just wait for the ashes to come out.

Sometimes family members are in a hurry to finish their work and go to dinner, leaving only one person waiting for the ashes to come out.

When they walk out of the funeral home after picking up the ashes, they will find that another person is lying in the auditorium where their family members were lying just now.

Along the way, the memorial service rotates every 30 minutes, which is faster than the dining tables in restaurants.

Thus ends a man's death.

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

Mu Chun didn't say anything, just stood beside him, Zhang Mingyou took the urn and followed Zhang Fengli with the urn in his arms, and Lao Qian followed Zhang Mingyou, and he wanted to take them to a nearby cooperative restaurant for dinner. meal.

When eating, there are only 7 people at the dinner table.

Mu Chun stood with Ding Jiajun until five o'clock in the afternoon, the first time he watched the dusk in the funeral parlor.

The autumn sunset draws a series of sunset clouds.

"If necessary, another funeral can be held for her. There is always an outlet for people's sorrow."

With that said, Mu Chun handed Ding Jiajun a business card.

"thanks."

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 returning to Lao Qian's place, Lao Qian asked Mu Chun what happened? Is it really Zhang Fengling's first love?

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

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

Lao Qian is a little worried, after all, he has never done this kind of thing before~www.mtlnovel.com~ Although the funeral industry does not do repeat business, but Lao Qian's funeral places in the community still do business with neighbors, Every year during the Qingming and Winter Solstice, doing bus business for sweeping tombs a few times can be regarded as taking care of neighbors and earning a little money. If anyone finds a way to buy a better cemetery, he can not only help but also earn some pocket money.

Laoqian has summed up an experience since he entered the industry, don't know too much.

If your family members want to talk to you, don't let them talk to you too much. If a person talks to you too much, he may want to hide from you in the future, and don't come to you when he has business, because he will be sad at that time , Later he was sober, no one wants to know too much about their affairs or their own family affairs by another person.

So, if Mu Chun didn't tell, he didn't ask, and he didn't need to know about Ding Jiajun.

The winter solstice is approaching, and it is the peak season of the year again, and Laoqian still has a lot to do.

Old Qian stretched himself at the door of the store, and when he lowered his arms, he saw Ding Jiajun.

"boss."

Old Qian was taken aback, thinking to himself, why did this person have his eyes on him.

With a quick mind like old money, he immediately looked around, "Where's Mu Chun?"

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

After hearing what Ding Jiajun entrusted, Lao Qian felt an indescribable feeling in his heart.

It is said that if you walk too much at night, you will encounter some strange things. These things of this man are really out of line for Lao Qian.

He wanted to refuse, but felt that there was something in Ding Jiajun that he couldn't refuse. He was too sad, so sad that it completely made this person transparent.

Chapter end

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