Is it difficult to move your neck? Suppressing yourself like this?
Lao Qian frowned. He really couldn't stand the smell, so he took out a mask from his pocket and put it on.
After waiting for a long time, I heard Xiao Zhang and Liu Hua seem to be arguing outside the door. The nanny muttered, "It's not written in my contract that the old man wants me to continue to help him after he dies. I'm taking care of the living old Wu, and Don’t take care of the dead old Wu.”
Lao Qian shook his head. These days, the nanny and confinement nanny are both princesses and queens, so they really can't be counted on.
After Xiao Zhang finished setting the table, he walked back to the bedroom and saw Lao Qian leaning on the closet and watching without doing anything.
"What are you doing, boss? Finish your work quickly and leave."
Lao Qian took out another pair of hands from his pocket and handed it to Xiao Zhang, "Come on, I'll give you more money. This is too tough."
Xiao Zhang was dubious and opened the quilt to take a look.
The smell of **, sourness and weird medicine came out.
Xiao Zhang quickly put down the quilt and retreated to Lao Qian, "Boss, let the people at the funeral home handle it, and we won't have to worry about it."
"I can't help it. Why are there such rich people these days?"
After Wu Fang came back, Lao Qian didn't say much. Seeing that his son didn't mention changing clothes or anything like that, he just had more to do than less to do.
"The old man left in a bit of a hurry." Lao Qian said with emotion while transferring money on his mobile phone.
He was used to this kind of emotion, almost always expressing it naturally on such occasions, with just the right amount of sadness and consideration.
Unexpectedly, Wu Fang was free and easy, and instead comforted Lao Qian, "The old man can't do anything here. It's not a bad thing to have such a bitter life. Just leave in glory."
Lao Qian felt uncomfortable hearing these words. How old was Lao Wu? He was less than 70. Moreover, he had not heard that he was paralyzed a few months ago and he was completely unable to manage his own life.
Lao Qian didn't ask too much. He has been in this business for a long time, and he has become accustomed to all kinds of things and met many different kinds of people.
"Have you got the death certificate ready? Remember to cancel your household registration. You still have some things to do next."
Lao Qian explained as usual and was ready to leave at any time.
"It's all done. It's very convenient. Now we just have to wait for the funeral parlor, right? I wonder when the funeral can be held?"
"I'll go take a look then. It's a bit better now that it's cold. But can you bear the smell?"
"It's okay. I'll ask the nanny to close the door."
I have seen people who are ungrateful, but I have never seen anyone who is so ungrateful at this time.
Lao Qian shook his head in his heart, he was another son raised in vain.
Before Sun Xiangyun left the dining table after lunch, his wife Amin suggested that they go to see Lao Wu in the afternoon. He had not seen Lao Wu for a long time, so it was reasonable for the couple to visit him together.
Sun Xiangyun originally thought that he had just been there on Saturday and would it be too diligent to go on Monday, but he thought that all the photos he helped Sun Xiangyun organize last time had been taken care of. If he forgot to bring them on Saturday, he might as well send them today.
The memory card of the Canon camera in his room must have been full. I checked on Saturday that there was less than 6g left. I will replace it today and give him a new one. It will still last a week.
So after lunch, Sun Xiangyun put on a blue coat, and Amin wore a dark blue coat. The two of them were still holding hands as they did when they were young, and walked down the street towards Lao Wu's house.
"After visiting Lao Wu, we went to the park to sit. The sun was nice today, and I could paint for a while. After chatting with the doctor, I didn't know why, but I felt very good. A really good doctor. It’s more useful than good medicine.”
Hearing what Sun Xiangyun said, Amin also became happy. The two stepped on the leaves and chatted before arriving at Donghai Garden.
As soon as I entered the community, I saw a car from a funeral home driving in.
Sun Xiangyun was shocked to realize that something was wrong and held his wife's hand hard.
Amin comforted: "What are you thinking about? Don't be nervous. Think about what that doctor said. You are just afraid of death. People, don't be afraid of death. People, be afraid of not having truly lived."
Hearing Amin's casual words, Sun Xiangyun exclaimed: "My wife is really a person who has poetry and literature in her heart. This insight really made me suddenly enlightened."
Amin stepped on Sun Xiangyun and said, "I'm going to teach you to talk nonsense. How can I have poetry and books in my belly? I'm just living so easily. Why are I afraid of this and that? I'm afraid but I can't let it go. What should come will always come." , your behavior in the morning really shocked me. Is it possible that some of us can survive? Fortunately, you became normal after you came back from the hospital. Otherwise, I really don’t know what to do. I don’t want to spend all day Living with a neurotic old man who sometimes suspects something is wrong with him, and sometimes suspects something is wrong with him."
Sun Xiangyun smiled and hugged his wife tightly.
The elevator had been repaired, but when the elevator reached the 21st floor, as the elevator door opened, a stench came into the wind.
"what happened?"
The two of them subconsciously covered their mouths.
When Sun Xiangyun saw the door of Old Wu's house wide open and a wreath standing at the door, his heart suddenly skipped a beat.
"Something happened to Old Wu."
Sun Xiangyun said.
In this shape, without Sun Xiangyun saying anything, Amin understood what happened at a glance.
When Wu Fang saw Sun Xiangyun and Amin, he called him uncle and aunt.
Sun Xiangyun rushed into the room and wanted to see Lao Wu, but was stopped by the nanny Liu Hua.
"They are pretending. Don't go in. It's a mess and it doesn't smell good."
Liu Hua stood aside, putting his hands in the pockets of his cotton coat and leaning against the door.
"Yeah, Uncle Sun, don't go in. Dad's death doesn't look good."
Wu Fang thought he said this with good intentions, but who knew that Sun Xiangyun, a usually gentle and elegant artist, would angrily say that Wu Fang was fooling around.
"What are you talking about? I am here today after so many old classmates. Why are you pretending to be anxious? Shouldn't Amin and I go in and take a look at him? You don't even understand this rule. ?
Wu Fang, Wu Fang, you are so awesome! "
Seeing that Sun Xiangyun was out of breath, Amin was worried that her husband was really going to faint from anger, so she quickly winked at Wu Fang, who shrugged, looking helpless.
Sun Xiangyun walked into the room. Amin held her husband's arm. The master was carrying Lao Wu. His clothes were quite neat, but there was only one word in Sun Xiangyun's mind: dirty. How could he be so dirty?
Amin couldn't stand the smell and pulled Sun Xiangyun out, but Sun Xiangyun asked Amin to go out first. He still had something to say to Lao Wu.
"Stop talking, no matter what you say, everyone is gone."
The nanny Liu Hua was muttering outside, and the masters had no choice but to persuade her, "Forget it, the body will be taken care of by then, and we can see you again on the funeral day."
