Sister, you miss me

Xiong Lie is dead.

When Yang Feng, Wang Bingqian, and Qin Xue arrived, it was already ten o'clock in the evening, and Wei Suo was instructing to build the mourning hall.

Seeing Yang Feng and the others, Wei Suo gave a few words and greeted them.

Weissau was wearing a black shirt with small white flowers pinned on his chest, his eyes were slightly red, and he was holding three small white flowers in his hand.

Yang Feng took it and pinned a flower to his left breast. Wang Bingqian and Qin Xue helped each other, not in the hairline.

Wei Suo led the three people into the mourning hall. Xiong Lie lay there, closing his eyes forever. Xiong Wei knelt next to him, wearing filial clothes.

As a filial daughter, she would kneel to greet visitors.

Yang Feng and the three were the first guests to mourn. Xiong Wei greeted him, kneeling down with her legs bent, and her big eyes were red and swollen like ripe peaches.

Yang Feng supported Xiong Wei's fine cold forearm, and his heart was filled with a deep sadness: "Xiao Wei, when did it happen?"

"Nine thirty-five in the evening."

"You have to be sorry and take care."

"Big Brother Yang." Xiong Wei said with tears in her beautiful eyes: "Xiao Wei doesn't understand anything. You need to worry about what happened to Dad."

"Don't worry, I have no shirk." Yang Feng took the opportunity to send a mellow interest, Xiong Wei immediately felt it, her eyes widened in surprise, her body seemed to be charged, no longer like the weak and faltering before.

"Xiaoxue, Qianqian, you accompany Xiaowei, I'll go and put the incense on Brother Xiong."

After finishing speaking, Yang Feng came to Xiong Lie's feet, took care of his remains, and then burned three incense on the white candles and inserted them into the incense burner at Xiong Lie's feet.

At this moment of life and death, past events flooded my mind.

Standing silently for a moment, someone outside sang in a sharp voice: "Uncle Hua Shude is here."

Wei Suo welcomed the two old people in. Xiong Wei was about to kneel down, and Uncle Hua stopped and said, "Xiao Wei, my sorrow! If you have any problems in the future, please find us two old people."

Xiong Lie nodded tearfully.

Uncle Hua Shude finished the incense and went to rest.

Then, people came to mourn in an endless stream.

With the sound of sad music, Xiong Lie's funeral officially kicked off.

Listening to the painful sadness, Yang Feng couldn't help but feel sad. He walked into the yard, compiled a short message, and sent it to Zhu Rongrong, Gao Xiaobao, and Zhang Meng.

Yang Feng decided to make Xiong Lie's funeral graceful.

What is the grand funeral of the scenery, what is the extreme sadness and glory?Yang Feng understood it very simply. First, the scene should be big, and second, there should be enough people to attend.

Yang Feng was the first to think of the county magistrate Gao Qinsheng, and Yang Feng believed that as long as he spoke, Gao Qinsheng would give face.

Seeing that the time was less than eleven, Yang Feng dialed Gao Qinsheng's cell phone: "Mr. Gao, hello."

"It's Xiaofeng, what's the matter so late?"

"Did you hear my background music?"

"Sorrow, you are..."

"Brother Xiong has passed away, I will preside over the funeral."

"So that's the case, do you need any help?"

"Thank you, no need."

"Oh?"

"Material is not needed, but spiritual."

"Xiao Feng, please make it clear, I don't quite understand."

"I think Brother Xiong has contributed to the harmony, prosperity and stability of one party after all. Now that he is gone, I want to make him more successful."

"There is nothing wrong with this, but what kind of mental help did you say..."

"I think the scene can be made bigger, but I hope you will be able to attend."

"This, I will think about it and try my best to arrange it."

"Then bother." Yang Feng's voice turned cold.

"It's okay, it's okay, contact us often."

Gao Qinsheng hung up the phone and shook his head with a wry smile. At this moment, Hu Baoxiang left the study, holding a glass of middle-aged and elderly milk in his hand.

"Whose phone number?" Hu Baoxiang handed the milk to Gao Qinsheng, lying on her husband's back, hugging his neck with both hands.

"Thank you." Gao Qinsheng took the cup, "Yang Feng."

Hu Baoxiang asked her husband together, "It's Xiaofeng, it's so late, what's the matter with him?"

Gao Qinsheng sighed slightly: "Xiong Lie is dead. He presided over the funeral. I hope I can show up during the funeral."

"You refused?"

Gao Qinsheng tilted his head and glanced at his wife: "How can you see it?"

Hu Baoxiang pouted: "Because I saw your helpless wry smile."

"You really look like a torch, but I just hang in the balance."

"But you played the official language, Xiao Feng is angry, isn't it?"

"Oh, young man! No connotation at all."

"Why did you refuse?"

"I am a magistrate, how many eyes are staring at me, how can I attend the funeral of an old bastard casually?"

Hu Baoxiang frowned slightly: "Husband, this reason is barely tenable, but have you ever thought that the dead is bigger, even if he is a big gangster in front of him, but he is dead now, even if you show up, there is no People will make a big fuss."

Gao Qinsheng pondered for a moment, and said, "In this way, tomorrow morning, you will go to express my condolences on my behalf and say...just say that I went to the countryside for research, and you will attend the funeral for me. Also, I will ask the government to send two wreath."

Hu Baoxiang nodded: "Husband, I can go for you, but Xiaofeng once helped us. People can't forget their roots. Although he is young, he won't mess around. If you tell your difficulties, he shouldn't force you. But if you play officialdom with him, I am worried that you will lose this friend. Didn’t you tell me that Xiao Feng’s background is quite complicated?"

Gao Qinsheng carefully savored his wife's words, weighing left and right, and after three minutes, he knocked on the table: "You should go for me. That's all it is."

Hu Baoxiang left her husband's body and sighed softly.

...

If he refused, he refused. Gao Qinsheng actually played official accent with himself, Feng Ge was really a little angry.

Pace back and forth, search intestines and stomach, looking for the right person.

Chang Yan would never play officialdom with himself. Yang Feng firmly believed in this, but Yang Feng really didn't want to call him.

Yang Feng, the county party secretary, He Kun, didn't even think about it. It was a highly principled leader. Looking for him was purely uncomfortable for himself.

Just as Yang Feng was at a loss, several cars came outside, and it was Zhang Meng and the others.

In addition to a few people's cars, a passenger and cargo arrived.

Zhang Meng, Gao Xiaobao, and Zhu Rongrong took the wreath from the van.

Then, a spirited old man came down from the cab of the van.

Zhang Meng came alone to introduce to Yang Feng, the old man's surname was Zhang Zhazha, and the paper wrapping technique passed down in his family was Zhang Meng's uncle.

The old man made wreaths and paper men on site, and was also responsible for writing eulogy elegiac couplets.

Yang Feng was feeling depressed, so he was a little gloomy, thinking that Zhang Meng's wishful thinking would bring his family to make a fortune.

As a result, the old man was led by Zhang Meng to Yang Feng. He held Yang Feng with both hands. His hands were full of calluses, but they were very powerful. His eyes were also piercing: "You are Chairman Yang, better than me. Imagine being younger."

"You are in good spirits too." Yang Feng shook his hand back and said with a smile.

"This time I am self-recommended, and I also ask the chairman to do not wonder. Mengzi can go back to the right path. It depends on your careful guidance from the chairman. Our whole family is in the five inner circle."

"Uncle Zhang, you are serious."

"Chairman, I heard that the deceased was your relationship, so I will try my best. I will give all of this funeral."

"Ah? That's it!" Yang Feng knew that he was serving the abdomen of a gentleman like a villain. He was embarrassed and shook his head: "You are so old, how can you keep you busy?"

"Chairman Yang, the young man has made up his mind. I hope you can value me."

Speaking of this, Yang Feng couldn't say anything more. He and the old man held four hands together: "It's better to be respectful than fate."

Zhang Zhazhi has a professional team engaged in the funeral business. After he took over, everything became orderly and proceeded in an orderly manner.

A photograph of Xiong Lie's death that was enlarged to fifty inches was hung on the wall. The photograph was surrounded by black cloth, and the four characters "Yinrongwanzai" were written in white paper on the top of the photograph.

The mourning hall finally resembled a mourning hall. Yang Feng glanced around and nodded frequently. He had a specialization in the surgical profession, and he had to find a professional for what he did.

After zero o'clock, there were still guests coming to express their condolences one after another. According to Zhang Zhazhi's request, a ceremony table was set up at the entrance to receive gifts and gifts, and to register.

Those who send wreaths must register the wreaths on the book.

Zhang Zhazhi was responsible for writing the eulogy, and his two little apprentices skillfully put up wreath after wreath.

Yang Feng looked at the old and the two young with interest, then patted his head, holding the soft Zhonghua to go up to Jingyan.

The two little apprentices shook their heads with a silly smile, but Zhang Zhazhi was not rejected by those who came, holding them in their mouths and pinning their ears.Yang Feng filled his teacup with boiling water again, and then humbly asked for advice.

"Uncle Zhang, when will Brother Xiong be cremated and when will he be buried?"

Zhang Zhazhi shook his head and shook his head: "Now there is nothing to pay attention to, local rules, stop the spirit for three days, today counts one day, the day after tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, cremation in the morning, and then buried."

"Then please take care of me in these two days."

"It should be."

Yang Feng walked towards the mourning hall, Zhang Meng touched his shoulder and said, "Brother Feng, my uncle is okay."

"Too professional, thanks to him, Mengzi, thanks."

"Are you still polite to me?" Zhang Meng took Yang Feng's shoulders and suddenly used his hands to make an attempt to make out with Yang Feng. As a result, Yang Feng's feet seemed to have taken root, not moving, making Zhang Meng very boring.

Yang Feng shook his head and smiled, patted Zhang Meng's shoulder, and suddenly remembered something: "Have you given our wreath yet."

"Not yet, just about to ask you."

"You figure it out, two wreaths per unit."

"Okay, leave it to me."

"Where are Dutou and Xiaobao?"

Zhang Meng shrugged: "I don't know."

"Well, you go and arrange it. If you have time to find a place to rest, I will ignore you."

"go Go."

Yang Feng moved to the interior of the mourning hall. It turned out that Zhu Rongrong and Gao Xiaobao were chatting with the three girls.

Xiong Wei was distracted a bit, and now his face didn't look like the kind of pity that I was looking forward to.

"Everyone is here." Yang Feng greeted.

"Brother Yang..." Xiong Wei got up and bowed slightly, her eyes flushed and said: "Thanks to you this time, otherwise, I really don't know what to do."

"Well, you guys continue to talk, it seems I shouldn't come in."

Qin Xue said: "That is, as soon as you came in, you made Xiao Wei cry."

Yang Feng said innocently, "I'm going."