Family members gathered in the condolence hall.
I glanced around and saw the old lady lying on the bed.
Seeing her inevitably arouses a headache in my heart.
Auntie, you are really hurting me with your anger!
Fortunately, the storm has subsided and the two deceased people are still peaceful. It's time to show the way and burn incense.
Before I left, the families of the two deceased families gave me red envelopes.
After doing all this, the two deceased were pushed into the incineration room.
After that night, Lao He was so frightened that he took sick leave for several days.
The job of burning corpses and people naturally fell on Liu Shan.
I am also very happy, after all, I am a master now.
It's never my turn to do this kind of physical work.
After everything was over, I found Liu Shan and had a good talk.
My attitude is very clear. I not only teach him, but I also teach him well.
Nothing else, I just want to relax for a few days.
Regarding this result, Liu Shan was naturally smiling and nodding like garlic.
This master naturally has the obligations of a master, but he must also have the rights he deserves, right?
From then on, Liu Shan became Ji Canghai and I's little follower.
Fetching tea and water, delivering meals and washing feet every day, all this work was given to him.
This is what he should do as an apprentice!
After a few days of silence, Liu Shan mysteriously leaned into my ear when he was bringing me food.
"Master, the family members of the victims of the past few days are here."
I was about to open the lunch box, but immediately put it down and asked.
"What are you here for?"
When I asked this question, I was actually a little uneasy.
When Liu Shan opened his mouth, he confirmed my thoughts: "Yes, after the death of a person, his family has never been peaceful."
"After checking with my husband, he said the problem lies with the funeral home!"
When I heard this, I was definitely not happy.
I personally sent those two deceased people on their way, and there was nothing wrong with them!
If the family members said that, it would be tantamount to saying that I am incompetent.
For craftsmen, this is even worse than scolding their ancestors!
"Walk!"
I closed the lunch box, turned around and walked out.
When we arrived at the curator's office, a slightly fat woman with mottled gray hair was sitting on the sofa, sobbing softly.
As soon as he saw me coming in, the curator stood up immediately, his eyes shining.
"Hurry up."
The curator hurriedly stood up and pulled my arm with his hand.
"This is the master, tell him!"
He turned around and looked at me again: "Zhang Yan, she is a family member of the deceased. You two can chat!"
As he spoke, he had already retreated to the door.
Looking at his posture, I wanted to run away immediately.
Before I could speak, Zhang Yan spoke first: "Are you the master here?"
When she spoke, her voice was as hoarse as a broken bellows.
Looking at her swollen eyes like walnuts, I couldn't help but sigh.
She probably also made this matter a big deal.
Simply, I sat on the sofa side by side with her and asked bluntly.
"Tell me about this."
Zhang Yan rubbed her eyes and started talking here and there. One moment she was talking about being an orphan and a widower, and the next moment she was talking about how wonderful her children were.
There was absolutely no logic in what she said, so I had to struggle to pick out the key points.
After about half an hour of fussing, she finally got to the point.
"After my son left, I dreamed about him every night."
"In the dream, he turned into an old lady and kept asking me to see his portrait."
As she spoke, Zhang Yan began to wipe away tears: "But when I took out the photo, I saw that his portrait turned into a woman!"
This is the first time I have heard that portraits can change.
I thought for a moment: "I probably understand this."
"Don't worry, since you came here today, I will give you an explanation."
