"I have heard from patients, Granny Wu, don't worry, you are in good health and will live a long life."
Mu smiled and comforted Wu Fangmei.
"You are the only one who can talk." Wu Fangmei asked Mu to come closer and whispered: "This woman also has a sister who used to work as a nanny at Lao Chen's house. Within a week of her arrival, Lao Chen died. Are you scared? Scary?"
Before Mu could answer, Wu Fangmei added: "Now you see this woman has Lao Li's medical insurance card in her hand. I think Lao Li won't live for more than a week. New Year's Day is the day he will be in the coffin."
When Wu Fangmei said this, Mu's heart suddenly skipped a beat. Although Wu Fangmei was nagging, she still had a heart. Could it be that what Grandma Wu said today was related to the panic she just felt in the office?
[Crisis Warning] Is it more than just suicide?
Li Xiaomei did not get the medicine for Liu Yue, although she was anxious to say that her sister had told her that the old man was anxious to take the medicine and would take it back at noon.
Grandma Wu was very satisfied with Li Xiaomei's approach, so she stopped nagging and sat down in her seat to chat with other old ladies.
Mu bypassed the parking lot and crossed Hengyuan Road to the flower shop. There was little business at the flower shop at noon. Liu Mei was watching Li Jia-Qi's live broadcast selling perfume on her mobile phone. When she saw Mu pushing the door in, she thought she was a customer who wanted to buy flowers. He shouted, "Xiao Zhang, we have guests."
Mu asked: "Sister Liu Mei, where is Lao Qian?"
"Old Qian? He went to Donghaiyuan. He just went there not long ago. What do you want to do with him?"
"Donghaiyuan? What are you going to do? Again." Muke really knew what he was asking. What else could an old man do out there?
"If Lao Qian stays in the store all day long, we don't have to go out. Sooner or later, we will be a longevity community. Lao Qian is busy, haha. Anyway, this winter has not been peaceful. Fortunately, there are only a few days left, so hurry up. I won't hide it from you. He said, I didn’t sell many flowers during Christmas, and my business was all taken care of by my old money, so hurry up and celebrate the new year, it’s bad luck.”
Downstairs in Building No. 9 of Donghaiyuan, Lao Qian was yelling at the elevator to curse the Classic of Mountains and Seas for five minutes. When Xiao Zhang, who went out later than Lao Qian, arrived with a package, Lao Qian was still bluffing into the air in front of the elevator. Like punching and kicking.
"Boss, boss, what are you doing, waiting for me?"
Xiao Zhang asked flattered.
"I'm tired of waiting for you to grow up. People are starting to say that I'm the God of Plague. If our business is too high-profile, it will be gossiped about. We can't do a good business."
Lao Qian muttered for a while, and his face was dusty. The black cotton jacket was still aj, but now it has almost become the same color as a zebra, with one gray patch, one black patch, and one white patch.
"No matter what, we only have business if someone dies, right?"
When Xiao Zhang said this, he became so angry that he reached out and covered Xiao Zhang's mouth.
"I just said that you are not as useful as Mu if you have been with me for so long. Being uneducated is terrible. People's hearts are very complicated. If a store like ours does a good job, it will scare everyone around us to death."
Xiao Zhang learned the lesson now and nodded quickly. Regardless of whether what he said was right or not, what the boss said was right.
Lao Qian asked Xiao Zhang to press the elevator button again. The two waited for another ten minutes, but there was still no response. Lao Qian was really annoyed now, "The elevator is broken, let's go up."
"Go up?"
Xiao Zhang saw that Lao Qian was empty-handed, so he just climbed the stairs. He also had a large bag of jingling goods in his bag. It was obvious that Lao Qian didn't know how to help him climb the stairs.
"Boss, it's the 21st floor. Why don't we take a look at the elevator on the other side."
"Everything I looked at was broken." Laiqian walked into the corridor frustrated and helpless.
On the 8th, 11th, 15th, and 19th floors, I rested for a few minutes each before climbing to the 21st floor.
When he walked to the corridor, Lao Qian exclaimed in admiration, "The scenery outside the window is really nice. The place where rich people live is really nice. Come and take a look. Looking over here, the sea over there is as beautiful as in the movie."
Although Lao Qian is in the funeral business, he still has a bit of artistic temperament in his heart.
Xiao Zhang, on the other hand, has the momentum to outperform others. He is thinking about doing things well, making more money, and not having to be careful when recharging mobile games.
"Boss, everyone is waiting, go to work quickly."
Xiao Zhang urged him, and Lao Qian became more energetic. Usually at this time, the house with the door open in the corridor was basically the family of the dead.
They say good things spread thousands of miles and bad things don't go out. When someone dies at home, they like to open the doors and windows wide, for fear that the whole world won't know that the person is gone.
"Where is the old man?" Lao Qian asked.
"He's lying down." It was the nanny Liu Hua who answered Lao Qian.
Lao Qian glanced at the nanny and asked, "Huh? Were you taking care of Grandpa Chen before?"
Liu Hua yawned, "Ah, what's wrong? Is there any problem?"
Lao Qian shook his head, "No problem, business looks good."
Nanny Liu Hua squinted her eyes and sat down on the sofa in the living room.
"Isn't it his son who called me? Why are you the only one in the house?"
Lao Qian asked.
"His son has been here to get the death certificate issued. He will be back in a moment. By the way, the mourning hall will be set up on the table next to the fish tank. His son has given instructions. Just keep it simple."
"Okay, it's all agreed on the phone."
After saying that, Lao Qian began to work skillfully.
He walked to the bedroom and looked at Old Wu lying on the bed. His body was still warm, but he may have suffered severe vomiting before his death. The quilt and clothes were extremely dirty, and there were traces of green vegetable leaves on the quilt.
Judging from these stains, Lao Wu may have been eating before his death.
When Lao Wu's mother died five years ago, Lao Qian helped with the funeral arrangements. At that time, Lao Wu was in good health, and the old lady's funeral was also a splendor. On the day of the funeral, many of Lao Wu's business friends came.
But now it's Lao Wu's turn. Why is there only one nanny at home? He looks a little lonely no matter what.
The neat mahogany furniture in the room is worth at least 100,000 yuan. Old Wu, you are a rich man, why do you walk so dirty?
Lao Qian asked Xiao Zhang to ask the nanny if he was changing clothes for Lao Wu. Xiao Zhang walked into the bedroom holding his nose and whispered: "Why is it so smelly?"
Lao Qian shook his head. He had seen this kind of scene too many times, but Lao Wu's taste was really a bit...
"There's probably some dirty stuff on the sheet. Let's ask the nanny to help take care of it."
Xiao Zhang nodded and went out.
Lao Qian put his hands on his hands and looked at Lao Wu's face. His face was not deformed, but it was severely swollen. Looking further down, Lao Qian found a red mark, like a deep wrinkle, which was surrounded by sweat and moisture. The skin is turned red.
