Funeral customization, let you have a mysterious past

Chapter 96 The Simple Funeral Scene

The next day, Lin Lan sat in the office and looked at the computer quietly. If a passerby stood outside the window and saw his frown, they might think that he was a teacher reviewing the students' homework.

In fact, Lin Lan was bored playing a competitive game called Lu Ah Lu.

"What the hell, why did I die again, I'm not going to play anymore as an assistant pit ratio."

Lin Lan let out a sigh of relief and threw the mouse far away.

His skills have improved very quickly. If it were before, Lin Lan's handicapped skills would have made his teammates scold her. Although he is quite proficient in his A-walking skills, the early shooters of this game are not very effective.

Lin Lan looked at a golden page in the peony picture hanging on the opposite wall, and wondered if he could set up an e-sports class. With the blessing of this treasure, their e-sports talents could also be used Improve it several times.

It's getting late, it's time for me to go to the funeral, Lin Lan looked at the time and said to herself.

An hour later, Lin Lan's figure appeared at a funeral.

At this moment, he was wearing a black windbreaker with a forehead protector on his forehead, and almost no one noticed him.

"Auntie, uncle, please come this way!"

The young man surnamed Zhang, the son of Zhang Yiming, was greeting the guests at the funeral.

Their family was originally from the countryside, and they came to the city to do some small business to make a living, so most of the people who came to the scene were a group of relatives from the countryside.

"Xiao Zhang, how did we hear that your father was killed by a big star? I heard that being a star can make a lot of money in a day. That man named Hanshuang is said to be able to make 200 million a day. He is actually a big star." You killed your father, fortunately, it was not done by ordinary people, how much will the big star pay you?" A relative of Xiao Zhang stopped his hand and said with an affectionate look.

Xiao Zhang frowned, why listen to his words, is there any difference between being bumped by a celebrity and bumped by an ordinary person?

"My father was not killed by the collision, he slipped and fell to his death!" Xiao Zhang replied copiously.

"Ah! Is that so? It's a pity, your family was already poor enough, but now it's a good thing, you have no money and people." The relative sighed deeply.

Xiao Zhang was too lazy to answer this relative who was full of money, so he went to the trunk of a small car to move out a large bundle of Ming coins.

Xiao Zhang secretly thought that he hoped that his father would be poor all his life, and if there was a hell, he would be a rich ghost.

"Everyone has almost arrived, can we start burning incense and worshiping?" Xiao Zhang's wife held her son, who was only a few years old, with one hand and said to Xiao Zhang as she walked over.

Xiao Zhang nodded. Anyway, his father is not a big shot, so the funeral can be arranged casually, there is no need to make it too complicated.

A group of relatives helped Xiao Zhang arrange the funeral scene, and with the sound of mourning, the funeral soon began.

In the crowd, Lin Lan looked at everything calmly. This funeral was too simple, and it was the simplest funeral scene among all his clients, but those mysterious funeral processions were coming soon.

"Old Zhang! Have a good trip!"

A group of relatives cried out.

Some people even touched tears, not sure if they were really sad, touched by the scene, or infected by the atmosphere.

"Wuuu, dad, please watch carefully from below. Although you haven't made a name for yourself in your life, you came in an ordinary life and left in a downcast, but I will definitely work hard and become an excellent person in the future."

After Xiao Zhang finished speaking, his heart was very sad, and his tears couldn't help falling down. When he thought of being humiliated by that big star surnamed Wu in the hospital, he couldn't help but hit the ground violently with his fist.

"Husband, goodbye, as long as our family is safe and sound, we don't ask you to make a lot of money!" Xiao Zhang's wife said very reasonablely, holding the child in one arm.

"Don't say anything, just send my father off!"

Xiao Zhang poured down half a bottle of Erguotou in front of the spirit table.

Just six minutes into the funeral, one of the relatives was still crying.

"Old Zhang, you said that you are dead, why did you spend all your money? How can you let your grandson live without conscience? Your grandson still needs to be treated!" Xiao Zhang cried one of my aunts.

Xiao Zhang patted his forehead speechlessly, he shouldn't have told his relatives about this strange thing.

It's his father's funeral now, and everyone is gone. It's not right to complain about this and the past at the funeral.

But it's strange to say that he clearly remembered that there should be 30 to 23 deposits on his father's card, but when he went to check that day, there were tens of thousands left, and [-] was debited, but nothing was found when he checked the source .

With such a large amount of money, it is possible that my father used it to pay off the debt before he died, but I have never heard of my father being in debt before.

Forget it, don't think about it, he believes that his father will not waste money, he must have his reasons for doing so, Xiao Zhang's brows loosened when he thought about it.

"Now it's time to spend money, juniors come quickly!"

A middle-aged man with bright eyes walked to the front, holding an iron pan in his hand and said to everyone.

This person was a gentleman who was often presided over other people's funerals brought by his relatives from the village.

As soon as he finished speaking, several young children with backs, including Xiao Zhang himself, knelt down in front of the man.

They all stretched out their hands and spread them out, hoping to receive the coin thrown by the gentleman, so as to ask for auspiciousness.

"Throw it away!"

With a loud shout, the gentleman threw out the glutinous rice and copper coins in the iron pan.

The glutinous rice mixed with a few copper plates fell down, and only one copper plate fell into Xiao Zhang's hand in the end.

"Wow, Uncle Zhang received it!" said a child.

Xiao Zhang twisted the copper plate from his palm and put it in his pocket, secretly praying that the copper plate would really bring him wealth in the future.

"Okay, I've finished my work, and when you bring Lao Zhang's ashes back to the village, I'll pick a feng shui treasure for him to bury!" the gentleman said proudly.

In fact, he disliked that Xiao Zhang gave too little red envelopes, omitting a lot of the process he used to help preside over funerals, but he didn't show any dissatisfaction.

Just when among the crowd, some juniors were going to kowtow to Lao Zhang one by one to see him off.

A huge group of people, perhaps hundreds of people, appeared on the way to the funeral site.

"Hey, look, there are a lot of people over there, what's going on?!" A relative with good eyesight said loudly in shock.

Xiao Zhang and a group of relatives looked at it quickly, all dumbfounded.

What's going on here?

There is no one else here, they are all Xiao Zhang and his relatives, so there are hundreds of people here for Lao Zhang's funeral?
Everyone guessed in shock, and their faces were full of horror and disbelief, like the expression of seeing a ghost during the day!
(End of this chapter)