Senior Superstar

  Chapter 89 is still a beautiful funeral

  When Li Shixin came to the store in Chengdu, he took a few sets of autumn clothes. Zhang Ying saw that it was cold the other day. Li Shixin was still wearing the crew coat and took time to go to the street to buy him some clothes.

  The set in the closet was worth more than two thousand yuan. Zhang Ying specially bought it, saying that it was the black suit and woolen coat that he would wear on formal occasions in the future. Li Shixin took off his pajamas.

  White shirt and silver-gray tie.

  With the slightly slim fit suit and woolen coat that is not very comfortable but very stylish.

  I brought my watch, and took out the pair of shoe polishes, sealed in the box, after wearing the suit and leather shoes. Li Shixin looked into the mirror and straightened out his silver hair.

  Just before leaving the house, he went back to the bedroom and pulled out a storage box in the closet.

   picked out a big red scarf inside and put it around her neck.

  The soft and light cashmere threads are arranged finely with the Albanian stitch. The bright red color does not fit well with Li Shixin's black suit, which is quite mature and stable.

  However, seeing the scarf gently draped over the shoulder of the trench coat, Li Shixin nodded in satisfaction.

   Picked up the phone, keys and change, and went downstairs.

  I bought a white rose at the flower shop in front of the 11th bus stop, and Li Shixin boarded the bus.

   When I arrived at the funeral home in Rongcheng, it was already half past nine.

  In front of the remote funeral home, there were many cars parked at random. After Li Shixin explained the name of Sister Zhou at the door, that is, the old man Zhou Chuanfang, he found a place.

  As soon as he entered the door, he saw Zhou Chuanfang's two sons, Pima Daixiao, standing at the door, each holding a heavy white gift box, and entertaining relatives and friends who came to express their condolences.

  Li Shixin also did not seal the white envelope, and said a sorrow to the two middle-aged people, and Shi Shiran walked into the mourning hall in the slightly dissatisfied eyes of the two sons, and saw a group of old fans.

Almost all of the first batch of fans of the   backup club, that is, the group of more than 80 people from the elderly square dance team, arrived. Even the old man Liu Feng wore a black down jacket and sat quietly in a row chair with the help of his grandson.

   Seeing Li Shixin, a group of old fans who were facing the coffin and the photo of his tears stood up.

   "Shixin, why are you here?"

  Li Shixin waved his hand, signaled everyone to be quiet, and walked in front of Zhou Chuanfang's body. After placing the white rose in his hand gently next to Zhou Chuanfang, who was wearing a rustic shroud with his mouth slightly opened and closed, and his face turned blue, he bowed deeply.

   Then he turned back, and sat down with the trembling old man Liu Feng.

   Seeing the red scarf on his neck that was completely inconsistent with the taste of a suit, the old people who had just stopped crying broke into tears again.

Wu Ming rubbed his nose with his handkerchief, red eyes and nose, and gently touched the red scarf. "When the day was finished, Sister Zhou said, wait until the weather gets warmer before getting together. Who would have thought that it's a warm day. No one is gone"

  Li Shixin also sighed, "Why not?"

"I don’t know what happened last afternoon. I suffered a heart attack at home. According to his daughter-in-law, when she picked up the child and returned home, she was cold. She is also older, seventy-three years old. There was no reaction."

  Li Shixin shook his head regretfully, "Then why didn't it be cremated yesterday? Why don't you stop for a few days?"

"Look at those two sons. Wearing linen and filial piety, the old lady is lying here regardless, holding a box in her hand to collect money, can it be someone who is willing to spend money for the old lady to stay in the funeral home for seven days? "

Ugh,

Looking at the two middle-aged people who kept bowing to the visitors to receive the white bag, and then at the few mourning and filial piety on the side of the coffin, they gathered together and chatted with each other, and there was no sadness on their faces. Woman, Li Shixin shook his head.

   "The previous cremation is over, Zhou Chuanfang's family, it's your turn!"

  At this moment, a staff member of the funeral home came over and shouted.

After the two sons who received the money heard it, they first handed the gift box to their daughter-in-laws as if they were treasures, and this tightly tightened the already loose Xiaobu and walked to the coffin.

  "No," Seeing the calm appearance of the two sons, the staff frowned and stopped the hand that moved the body. "This old man in your family is about to be cremated!"

   "Ah. Master, can you help me?" A son was taken aback, and then he reacted and prepared to step forward.

  The little master who was in charge of lifting the body tightened his eyebrows again, "I didn't mean that, I mean, in a few minutes, your mother will burn to ashes."

  "Ah" When the two sons heard this, they realized that their mother was dead, and they had to express their sorrow.

   "Mom, why are you so cruel, leaving our brothers suddenly left!"

   "My God, when you leave, I will have no home!"

   With two plops, the two sons knelt on the ground and started trumpeting.

  When everyone stands up and bids farewell. The little master who carried the body shook his head slightly, and put the old man on the moving frame with a clatter on his arm.

   "Old lady, does it hurt? It hurts right."

   muttered to the body as if talking to himself, the little master pushed the body to the incineration chamber during the heartbreaking but tear-free funeral of a group of filial sons and grandchildren.

  According to the custom in Chengdu, children and grandchildren must arrange a funeral meal after the funeral.

  In the hotel.

  Li Shixin and a group of old fans occupy four tables.

  Looking at the clear soup and watery food on the table, no one moved their chopsticks.

  The big guy didn't come for this meal, but after sending off Zhou Chuanfang, he wanted to stay together for a while, and then he followed the bus to the hotel after the funeral.

   Zhou Chuanfang’s funeral should be regarded as beautiful, but the faces of a group of old fans who usually play with her are still painful and tight.

   "There is no host at all, and I will talk to the guests about Lao Zhou's life, and if I don't know it, I will practice it."

  In silence, she murmured with Zhou Chuanfang's usual old lady Zhang.

   "Yes, that photo was not prepared by Sister Zhou at all. I watched it when Sister Zhou took the photo last year. It was more spirited than the one used at the funeral."

  Immediately, another old girlfriend of Zhou Chuanfang echoed angrily.

   "Okay, you guys are gone, one hundred and a hundred. Don't pick one reason or the other." Wu Ming waved his hand to stop a group of old ladies from being picky.

On the side, Grandpa Liu Feng, the oldest fan of the support club, wiped the top of his bald head, and said, "Don't be like this, big guy. What happened to Xiao Zhou was all of a sudden, but it's pretty good. I think I haven't suffered anything." Here, isn't this a good thing? Now people are all turned into ashes, and the whole life is a conclusive conclusion. The Lord Yan and the judge have a book! Let's not talk about her life. Today, I use Lao Zhou. In a place where the big guys get together, we big guy, say something happy!"

   "What's so happy?"

  Faced with the question who didn’t know who it was, Liu Feng licked the teeth of the dentures, roaring and smiling, "Shixin, when your movie is finished, when will it be broadcast?"

  Li Shixin, who was sitting among the crowd, raised his head, smiled and said, "It's the Spring Festival stall."

   "It's so long." Liu Feng's eyes were a bit complicated. After thinking about it, he asked, "Is there any new play? The movie has to wait. When will we see your filming scene?"

   Facing the old man’s question, Li Shixin smiled.

   "The new movie will probably be able to start up after more than two months."

   "Fuck,"

  Following Liu Feng's fragrant mouth, with a thud, the denture sprayed into the soup bowl in front of him.

   "That said, I haven't seen you acting until I'm over eighty-four?"

  Looking at the depressed old fans around him, Li Shixin squinted his eyes.

   "This is not necessarily!"

  (End of this chapter)