After rebirth, the second generation of Buddhist star is a medical boss

Early the next morning.

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

"My eldest mistress, my condolences."

"My condolences to Master Wangyue."

Liu Susu's sad face immediately brightened with joy. Before she could speak, the housekeeper in black explained the purpose of his visit with a businesslike look:

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

"Is there no memorial ceremony?" the young man with a hoarse voice asked.

"The master and his wife asked a good master to plan a good day last night. Tomorrow morning is the most suitable day for the eldest young master to be buried."

"So fast?" Liu Susu said softly, but he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

The horrific scene before the fool's death last night kept appearing in front of her eyes, and she also hoped that he would be buried as soon as possible, the sooner the better.

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

This way she doesn't have to do anything.

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

At the same time, he gave the mother and son two new sets of clothes that he had prepared, two brand-new black suits. "The eldest young lady and the eldest young master should go change their clothes. The funeral home's car will be here soon."

Shi Wangyue stared closely at the housekeeper's calm face, and once again felt deeply her own powerlessness and weakness.

Why?

Why are people so different from each other?

As a member of the Shi family, my father could not even receive a memorial ceremony when he died.

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

Growing up, he had never attended a funeral.

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

At that time, he heard people discussing that his grandfather's body should be kept in the mourning hall for seven days after his death. All relatives and friends came to pay their respects. At that time, he saw the flowers sent by everyone were placed in circles around the mourning hall.

My uncle and the others even invited a master to perform the practice for seven consecutive days, reciting sutras for my uncle to achieve salvation, so that he could be reborn in the Pure Land of Paradise in the West.

When I get to my father's place, if I die, I will immediately take him to the crematorium and be cremated...

The young man clenched his teeth and clenched his fists tightly. When his eyes dropped, a whirlwind-like black storm surged in his eyes.

Youguang glanced at the young man who was bowing his head and said nothing, and asked the housekeeper: "When will the people from the funeral home arrive?"

"Back to Miss Ning, half past eight."

Youguang quickly looked at the watch on his wrist, it was now seven forty-one.

She turned around and spoke to the driver who had come 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 bouquets of yellow and white chrysanthemums.

Youguang took four bouquets of flowers from the driver's hands and handed them to Liu Susu, Shi Guanjia, and Shi Wangyue respectively. She kept the other bouquet for herself.

When giving flowers to the housekeeper and Liu Susu, she said: "Auntie, uncle housekeeper, when we take uncle to the crematorium later, we will scatter flower petals along the road to guide him."

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

Liu Susu asked doubtfully: "Why scatter flowers?"

"It would be great if Auntie does this, even if it is the last thing she does for uncle."

Liu Susu said no more.

At half past eight, a black funeral car without a license plate arrived at the hospital morgue. The staff of the funeral home loaded Shi Tingsong into a wooden coffin for cremation in a luxurious furnace and loaded it into the funeral car, preparing to transport it to the crematorium.

Liu Susu did not dare to accompany Shi Tingsong in the funeral car, but Shi Wangyue followed Shi Tingsong when he was placed in the funeral car.

Youguang also accompanies him.

Soon the funeral car started to move. Youguang turned on his cell phone and played "Six-Character Hongming". The low Sanskrit sound sounded in the quiet funeral car, causing waves of sadness and the boy's tears began to flow again.

At the same time, it started to rain.

When there was light, he opened the car window a crack, scattered flower petals outside the car, and said: "Uncle Shitingsong, walk well and look for the bright place. You must go to the brightest place, to the west."

, go to the Western Paradise."

The little girl's voice was soft and soft, with a little bit of gulping. The driver of the funeral car in the front row had been driving a funeral car for 28 years. He had long been used to all kinds of separations, life and death, and could not empathize with the two sad children in front of him.

But he was also really surprised that it was the first time that among the family members of the deceased who needed to be cremated in a luxurious furnace, there were only two teenage children to pay their respects.

The world is so big, and there are so many wonders.

He shook his head, continued to drive steadily, and said soothingly: "It's raining well, and people can walk well."

…

By the time the car arrived at the crematorium, Youguang had just finished scattering the flower petals in his hand, and the rain was getting heavier.

The driver of the Xia family quickly took two umbrellas from the car and handed them to the young lady.

A light caught it and blocked the heads of himself and the child.

The people at the funeral home went to make arrangements for the cremation of the deceased, while a few others waited in the yard outside the crematorium holding umbrellas.

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

There were three cars in total when they came. Two cars were driven by Mr. and Mrs. Shi Jinrong and Mr. and Mrs. Shi Fanghao. The other car contained Shi Tingsong’s belongings.

A large truck was packed with almost all the utensils that Shiting Matsu used before his death, ready to be burned together.

When her father's belongings were taken down, Shi Wangyue rushed into the rain to look through her father's belongings.

There are many, many bags, which contain bedding for my father to sleep on, bowls for eating, cups for drinking water, daily clothes, toys for daily play, photos, uneaten snacks, and piles of miscellaneous things.

They moved everything that could be burned.

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

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

Just as he was looking at the stars, the staff next to him took out a wooden box from another bag. The staff took out the wooden box and was about to throw it away and burn it. Mochizuki saw it but snatched it from his hand like crazy.

Lower wooden box.

At the same time, the glass bottle containing the stars in his hand accidentally fell to the ground and broke into pieces...

The staff already knew that the child was the son of the deceased, so they understood his reluctance and said, "This is an empty box."

Shi Wangyue held the wooden box tightly in her arms. Her eyes fell on the wooden box and the leaves fell on the colorful stars scattered on the ground. Tears fell down his fair and handsome face.

The young man's heart, at this moment, along with the broken glass bottles and scattered stars, could no longer be complete.

Ning Youguang had been standing behind the young man holding an umbrella for him when he rushed out to look for his belongings. Seeing his reluctance to let go, Ning Youguang said, "If you can't let go, just stay."

Faye Zhao, who was next to her, said: "The money in the red envelope has been taken out for you. It's in your dad's room. You go back and get it. Burn this box. Don't keep it."

"I want to stay." The young man said hoarsely.

"It's not good to stay."

Very unlucky.

Fei'er Zhao frowned.

The young man stopped talking, but kept holding the box.

After all, he was a twelve-year-old child who had just lost his father. When Shi Fang Hao looked at him like this, he finally felt a little compassion: "Wang Yue can stay if he wants. Look, what other things are there?

Those who have been left behind should be sorted out and kept now, otherwise they will be taken away and burned soon, and you won’t be able to keep them even if you want to.”

Finally, Mochizuki picked up a colorful star from the ground, put it in a wooden box and took it home with her father's photo.

Soon, the staff of the crematorium stood at the door and shouted:

"Shitingsong, are Shitingsong's family members here?"

"Come here and recognize me. I'm going to be cremated after reading this."

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

"Family members go around in a circle, and filial sons and grandsons hold incense in front." The staff at the crematorium continued to guide.

Youguang stood behind Shi's family and looked at the remains of Wangyue's father. She found that Shi Tingsong's face was very white, and his expression was unexpectedly peaceful. He didn't have as much violence as those who died unexpectedly.

After all, he is a person with a pure heart. He must go to a good place in his next life, a place with light.

She chanted the sutra and prayed silently in her heart.

After Shi's family paid their respects to Shi Tingsong's body, his body was instantly pushed into the furnace and melted.

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

While the boy was crying and howling, the staff of the crematorium nearby shouted: "Family members, go and complete the procedures quickly."

Standing nearby, Youguang felt a sense of absurdity coming from the indifference between human life and life.

Shi Fang Hao helped his nephew and prevented him from falling to the ground.

Ten minutes later, Shi Tingsong's ashes were collected.

"Come here to collect the urn, your filial son and great grandson." The workers at the crematorium sang like a machine.

Wang Yue held her father's urn in her arms, while Fang Hao held an umbrella to cover his head and his eldest brother at the same time.

When leaving the crematorium.

There is light looking out through the glass window, and the sky and earth seem to be hung with an extremely wide bead curtain. It is misty. 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 death education. Nowadays, most people don't know how to deal with it correctly after the sudden death of a loved one. They are like a machine. People in funeral homes and crematoriums give instructions and everything goes smoothly.

Just move along, and apart from crying and grieving, there is nothing else you can do for the deceased."

If a person has not taken a course about life and death, he will not know where life comes from and where it will go, nor will he know how to deal with the great sadness and guilt that arises after the sudden death of a loved one.

The worst way to deal with it.

She was also fortunate enough to take a public course on death at Yale University in her previous life.

Otherwise, I don’t know what to do this time.1314