Crazy Psychologist

When Lao Qian said this to sister Zhang Fengling, Zhang Fengling, 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 listening to Muchun's previous words, Lao Qian's view of Ding Jiajun became a little blurry.

Using money to do things for others, Lao Qian can be regarded as conscientious and dedicated. Ding Jiajun watched the makeup artist apply makeup to Zhang Fengling. In the end, he still felt dissatisfied.

"Can I try it?"

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

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

The makeup artist stepped forward and took a look. Zhang Fengling, who had changed his clothes and was lying there, was so dignified and lively, as if he was asleep.

"How could this happen?" The makeup artist had a feeling that he would never be able to do this.

At the moment, tears filled my eyes.

Lao Qian came in to inform everyone to prepare. When he saw Zhang Fengling in the coffin, he opened his mouth nervously.

"This, this, this is what she looked like when I first saw her. Did you make her up?"

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

Everyone shed tears when they paid homage to the remains. They had not seen such a dignified face of Zhang Fengling for decades.

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

Everyone seemed to hear from her face what she most wanted to say to the world.

This sentence deeply entered everyone's heart.

When the coffin was closed, Ding Jiajun suddenly rushed forward and cried wildly. Everyone was already immersed in silence, but the sudden cry ignited sadness. Zhang Fengli recalled learning to dance with her sister when she was a child. Her sister was obviously very good at dancing. He is better than her, but he always deliberately pretends that his movements are not perfect, for fear that his mother will compare the two sisters, and ultimately hurt his sister's heart.

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

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

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

No more cooked breakfast and clean clothes.

When the body was sent into the cremation room, Ding Jiajun held the coffin and then lay flat on the floor outside the cremation room.

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

But this is not the case. A funeral home is a public place after all. In any public place in human society, there are always public etiquette that need to be followed. People will inevitably think about whether it is appropriate for me to cry like this, whether it is in line with the rules for me to kneel down like this, and whether what he did is inappropriate. Somewhat eccentric.

Grief seems to be something with rules and procedures.

You need to do it decently and express your pain and thoughts in a decent way.

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

Ding Jiajun was lying on the ground, closing his eyes tightly, as quiet as a dead person. No one could know the situation in the cremation room. No one could enter except for the cremation master. Even the old man said that there was no one in that place. If you want 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 errands and go to dinner, leaving only one person waiting for the ashes to come out.

When you walk out of the funeral home after collecting the ashes, you will find that there is another person lying in the auditorium where your family was lying just now. The host said the same words, always looking up, and the family members cried and looked at the remains.

Along the way, the memorial service rotated every thirty minutes, turning over faster than the tables in a restaurant.

A man's death is the end.

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

Muchun said nothing, just stood beside him. Zhang Mingyou took the urn and followed Zhang Fengli with the urn in his arms. Lao Qian followed Zhang Mingyou. He also wanted to take them to a nearby cooperative restaurant for a meal. meal.

When we were eating, there were only 7 people at the table.

Muchun stood with Ding Jiajun until five o'clock in the afternoon, his first time watching the dusk in the funeral home.

The autumn sunset draws a line of sunset.

"If necessary, we can hold another funeral for her. There must be an outlet for people's grief."

With that said, Muchun handed Ding Jiajun a business card.

"Thanks."

Ding Jiajun took the business card and put it in his pocket, walked toward the sunset alone, and disappeared from Muchun's sight.

When he returned to Lao Qian's place, Lao Qian asked Muchun what was going on? Is it really Zhang Fengling's first love?

"Ah, yes, first love and lifelong lover." Muchun replied.

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

Lao Qian was a little worried, after all, he had never done such a thing before.

Although the funeral industry does not do return business, funeral sites like Laoqian's in the community still do business with neighbors. Every year during the Qingming Festival and Winter Solstice, they run a few tomb-sweeping buses, which can be regarded as taking care of the neighbors and making a little money. If my family wants to find a way to buy a better cemetery, he can not only help but also earn some pocket money.

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

If your family wants to talk to you, don't let them talk too much to you. If a person talks to you too much, he may want to avoid you in the future. Don't come to you when there is business, because he will be sad at that time. , and later he became sober. No one wants their own affairs or their family’s affairs to be known too much by another person.

Therefore, he didn't ask anything that Muchun didn't say, and he didn't need to know about Ding Jiajun's affairs.

The winter solstice is approaching, and it is the peak season of the year. There are still many things for Lao Qian to be busy with.

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

"boss."

Lao Qian was startled and wondered why this person was targeting him.

His mind was as quick as an old man's, and he immediately looked around, "Where's Muchun?"

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

After listening to Ding Jiajun's request, 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. What this man did is really out of line for this old man.

He wanted to refuse, but he felt that there was something irresistible about Ding Jiajun. He was so sad that he completely became transparent.