Crazy Psychologist

Muchun put his arm around Lao Qian's shoulders, and the two of them said something to Solo on the shelves where urns were placed.

Lao Qian shook his head at first, then reluctantly nodded.

"Go and get your things ready. We are about to leave. If there are three of us, just walk over."

"okay."

Mu Chun put everything Lao Qian had given him into a large rag bag, and some had to be packed in small boxes to avoid damage. Mu Chun did these things carefully, while Ding Jiajun stood motionless in the store.

After installing a white marble incense burner, a pair of candles, a white tablecloth, a background cloth, and a pair of flowers, Lao Qian asked Mu Chun to go next door and ask if the flower basket was ready.

Muchun took Ding Jiajun to Liu Mei's shop, and Liu Mei recognized Ding Jiajun at a glance.

"It's not, it's not."

Liu Mei covered her mouth and grabbed Muchun's arm, "What's going on? Why is this guy here?"

"You remember!"

Muchun said with narrowed eyes.

"What do I remember? Of course I remember. I came to the store a few days ago to ask about the funeral. It's weird. I don't like this person. He knows you? No, I remembered. He came first that night. In the store, and then you came, what the hell are you doing, in broad daylight, what's going on with you guys?"

Liu Mei was very vigilant. A woman who was doing business alone had to be wary of everything. Besides, Mu Chun looked a bit like a job seeker. It was too expensive to buy two chrysanthemums. This man really doesn't look like he would work in a candle shop.

"Don't say anything about being your friend."

Mu Chun Yi painted a gourd and said something unknown in Liu Mei's ear. Liu Mei looked at Mu Chun and then looked at Ding Jiajun again, "Okay, Hua Lan will be sent directly to Ximen Community in a moment."

"Okay, then I'll tell the boss."

Muchun pulled Ding Jiajun, and Lao Qian walked in front. Lao Qian's steps were very small, but his frequency was very fast. After walking for almost fifteen minutes, the three of them arrived at the downstairs of No. 21 Ximen Community.

"After you get up there, do your work and don't talk, you know? Xiaochun, please take care of him. Xiao Zhang will send a flower basket later so that he can help pick it up."

The deceased was named Zhang Fengling, who was 57 years old.

Divorced, living with my son, who is 35 years old and a little silly. Although he can take care of himself, he can only do a simple street cleaning job in the community under the care of the street. The income from this job is only enough for his son Zhang Mingyou to use alone, and it usually takes less than half a month to spend it.

Zhang Mingyou had no friends on weekdays, so the only way to pass the time was through mobile games. Lao Qian accidentally glanced at Zhang Mingyou's mobile phone screen, which was full of games.

Sometimes, Zhang Mingyou can recharge thousands of dollars for a game as simple as Xiaoxiaole. Anyway, if he has money, he will spend it. If he doesn’t have money, he will ask his mother Zhang Fengling for it. There is no sadness in Zhang Mingyou’s world. As long as he is allowed to play He is in high spirits when playing games.

Ximen Community is an old-fashioned community, and the neighbors are relatively close. Zhang Fengling treats others well. After everyone knew that she was in poor health, she often took care of her mother and son.

Lao Qian was called by Granny Hu next door. As soon as Lao Qian walked onto the sixth floor corridor, Granny Hu shouted, "Old Qian, the sixth floor is too high."

"It's okay, grandma, it's okay."

When Lao Qian arrived at the door of Zhang Fengling's house, Grandma Hu stood on tiptoe, formed a small circle with her hands to cover her mouth, and said to Lao Qian: "The one inside is Aling's sister. Don't ask Xiaoyou about Qian. This sister He holds all of Arling’s savings in his hands and says that Zhang Mingyou doesn’t understand things.”

After speaking, Granny Hu smiled at Muchun and Ding Jiajun.

Muchun also smiled at Granny Hu.

The house was very small, with only one large bedroom, one small bedroom and a small living room for dining. There was a table for dining on the west wall of the small living room. Lao Qian glanced at the table and thought it was OK. Raising his hand, Mu Chun understood the idea and immediately squatted on the ground and opened the linen bag.

After studying in the first two days, Muchun already knew how to arrange this standard family mourning hall. Black cloth was laid flat, and the background cloth was hung on the wall. These things were all ready-made, and then there were four plates of fruit and three plates. Pastries, white jade incense burner, and a pair of candles are all completed.

Muchun clapped his hands and stood aside proudly.

"Okay?" Lao Qian walked over with a straight face.

"Ah, okay, right?"

Lao Qian almost slapped him out of breath.

Since he couldn't be embarrassed in front of customers, he could only lower his voice and scold Muchun, "Where are the photos?"

"Huh? What?"

"Photos, portraits, if you're like this, no one will even know who's gone."

"Where are the photos?"

"in the shop."

In this case, just go and get it.

"It's too late. I'm really brainless. I can't count on anything."

Muchun pouted. Fortunately, this family only had one silly child. As long as they had games to play, they didn't feel too sad.

"I'll call Xiao Zhang and ask him to bring it."

"Well, okay, then I'll go down and wait for Xiao Zhang."

Lao Qian called Xiao Zhang, but Xiao Zhang never answered. Lao Zhang called Liu Mei again. Liu Mei was greeting wedding guests, but she didn't hear the call.

"Then who is going to change these clothes? Some of the clothes on my body are too dirty."

"The child can change by himself. Just change into clean clothes. If not, I'll call the funeral home to pick him up. Otherwise, you can help change him."

In fact, when it comes to changing the shroud, there is no need to change it in place at the beginning. Some people believe that when you think you are dead, you should put on specially prepared clothes, and your family will change into them or wait for the master to help. This kind of thing is usually more common among the elderly. , the elderly are relatively more disciplined than young people in this regard.

Most people just change into clean clothes. If you have prepared special clothes before, contact the funeral home to confirm the time to pick up the body, and inform the deceased of the name, address, age, gender, cause of death, time of death, location of the body, and household registration of the deceased. After a series of more than a dozen matters such as the location and location, it is enough to clarify whether the deceased needs to take off his clothes and whether he has any necessary clothes to take with him.

In fact, Lao Qian does not necessarily need to do these things personally, but Lao Qian is more enthusiastic and usually can only do a little more to help.

Lao Qian looked at Mu Chun, who nodded, "It's okay with me, as long as my family doesn't have any objections, I'm good at changing clothes and so on."

Saying this, Muchun raised his sleeves and walked to the bedroom.

As soon as he entered the bedroom, Muchun saw Ding Jiajun sitting next to the deceased, taking out a sketchbook that seemed to be always with him, and drawing something.