Pay 99 yuan: create a mysterious funeral for you

Chapter 130 Death
"Old Yan, what you said is true?"

Standing beside Yan Jun, Jiang Qian felt a little unbelievable when she heard what he said about Yan Xiao.

I was still asking him for money yesterday.

At one time, he suspected that he had some kind of fortune, but now the fortune has not come, but he was told that he has terminal cancer and he will not live long?
Some bizarre encounters made Jiang Qian wonder if Yan Jun was joking about herself.

With a dignified face, Yan Jun leaned on the handrail of the corridor and sighed:
"This child, I'm afraid she followed his mother. She also died of this disease back then!"

"Genetic disease?"

Jiang Qian asked casually.

She was still surprised by what happened to Yan Xiao.

In the past two days, a living person has been doing well, and he can’t do it if he says he can’t, and he didn’t find anything wrong, so he couldn’t help but feel a little strange.

Seeing that Yan Jun didn't intend to reply, she didn't ask further.

I was just thinking that Yan Xiao made money so neatly yesterday because he knew he would not live long?

Or, what kind of fortune did he really have, and he planned to hide it from the two of them when he died?

Yan Jun looked towards the emergency room expressionlessly. It had been several hours and there was still no sign of ending.

When I was told by the doctor about my condition, I was still a little unacceptable, just like when Yan Xiao’s mother left, my numb heart couldn’t stir up any waves, and my mind couldn’t reflect the emotions I should have, so I just pulled Yan Xiao and did it. After the funeral, the days passed in such a muddle.

Later, I became estranged from Yan Xiao a lot without knowing it, and lost patience with him for no reason. When I cut off his living expenses for the first time, it was only because the two had a quarrel. Later, the child didn’t ask for money anymore. It seems to be so faint.

Sometimes I know Jiang Qian's provocative behavior towards Yan Xiao, but I don't bother to care about it, I just turn a blind eye and live like this.

I never thought that, step by step, I came to this field.

Looking at the door of the emergency room,

He still remembers the situation when Yan Xiao was reported by the doctor from the delivery room back then. He was small and soft, and being a father for the first time, he cried excitedly on the spot.

vowed to be a good father to him.

Time flies, most can obliterate everything.

The oath I once made seems to have faded away and become a passing cloud.

When Yan Xiao opened his eyes, there was darkness all around him.

It is already night.

Consciousness is gradually awakened, and sensations in various parts of the body are also restored.

In the haze, the pungent smell of medicine reminded him that he was still in the hospital.

The hands seemed to be held by something, a little warm.

But also a little rough.

I wanted to turn my head to look, but found that my weak self could only roll my eyes.

There was a strong sense of powerlessness all over the body.

If you want to raise your hand, you can't do it.

He tried his best to look towards the bed, and twisted his head a little bit with difficulty. Just such a slight movement caused a trace of sweat to emerge from his forehead. Finally, with his efforts, he saw Father sleeping beside the bed.

Father sat on a low stool, lying on the edge of the bed.

Holding his pale hand with one hand, and supporting his head unconsciously with the other, he leaned against the bed and fell asleep, apparently tired.

Yan Xiao was a little puzzled, why is he here?
Who was he sent to the hospital by?
Looking at the sophisticated instruments, ventilators, hospital beds and other equipment around.

His mind seemed to be half a beat slow, Yan Xiao thought carefully, and didn't recall what happened before until a moment later. He came to visit his father, but he didn't expect to pass out before he got out of the ward. Lost any consciousness, woke up again, and just lay here.

Now I can't feel the pain in every part of my body.

However, he could feel that the degree of cancer cell proliferation had become more intense and serious. Obviously, he had taken another big step away from death, and he might be just a threshold away.

His eyes were on his father, who had been lukewarm to him since his mother left.

In these years, except for the matter of money, the two have not had much contact.

The relationship is estranged like a stranger. I have never understood the father-son relationship in other people's mouths. To a certain extent, I feel like an enemy with him. When the two meet, they quarrel and talk. The smell of gunpowder It just popped up.

Feel the warm roughness in your hand.

The corners of Yan Xiao's eyes trembled a little. Looking at his father's figure, tears fell down uncontrollably.

He never thought that there would be a day when his father would hold his hand.

The rough touch is still so familiar and kind, and I don't want to let go after grasping it.

In the dark, like a pillar of the soul, supporting myself.

At this time,

There was a sound of footsteps outside the ward. Although the other party tried to suppress it, it was still exposed by the quiet environment.

Looking at the figure walking in the door, Yan Xiao continued to pretend to be unconscious and closed his eyes.

It was Jiang Qian who walked into the door of the ward.

Looking at Yan Jun who was lying on the side of the hospital bed, he quickly walked over and knocked on him:

"Old Yan! Old Yan!? Wake up!"

"Why are you falling asleep here? You're going to catch a cold, go get some rest!"

The big hand holding Yan Xiao trembled, as if woken up.

Yan Jun opened his eyes in a daze, subconsciously glanced at Yan Xiao on the hospital bed, and said in a hoarse voice:

"This kid is still awake!"

"I'll watch over him, go and rest, you're recovering now, don't be tired!"

Jiang Qian said with some distress.

Don't look at her often complaining about Yan Jun's failure to live up to expectations, and always "exploiting" Yan Xiao. Putting it on Yan Jun, she still feels distressed. After all, she is a wife who is going to die for the rest of her life. She understands this clearly .

"Okay! Thank you for your hard work!"

Yan Jun hesitated, but agreed.

It was inconvenient for her feet, when she was about to let go of Yan Xiao's hand and stand up with support.

A grip suddenly came from his hand, and Yan Xiao actually grabbed his hand?

He was taken aback.

Looking at his pale son on the hospital bed, he noticed the tears in the corner of his eyes.

Hastily wiped away the tears on Yan Xiao's face with the other hand.

Thinking that the other party was acting unconsciously, when Yan Jun was about to get up again, the strength of his son's grip this time was still so strong.

His face trembled, and his movements stopped.

"What? Go and rest!"

Jiang Qian urged from the side without knowing why.

unexpectedly,

Yan Jun shook his head, looked at his son on the hospital bed and said:

"Forget it, I'm not tired, just stay with him for a while longer!"

Father's words were a little low.

But as if it could penetrate people's hearts, Yan Xiao's heart trembled fiercely.

Even though he closed his eyes, he still couldn't stop the disappointing tears from flowing out slowly.

"Hey, just stay with me if you want to, then I'll come back later!"

Jiang Qian sighed and didn't say much.

left the ward.

Yan Jun saw the tears on his son's face and wiped them away with his old hands again.

muttered:
"I'm old, I'm old, I haven't enjoyed it, and I have to accompany you through the last journey."

A word of slight complaint.

Hearing this, Yan Xiao felt warm in his heart. He had never expected anything extravagantly.

I just want him to be with me, but I never had a chance.

Feeling the passing of life, he doesn't want to let go

In this way, the thoughts drifted far away.

It's like wandering through the memoirs of my entire life. Familiar faces and scenes that are familiar but not named have entered my memory randomly, forming my short life.

I used to feel that time passed very slowly, but I grew up in a blink of an eye.

I used to feel that the years go too slowly, and I no longer look back at my old friends.

I once felt that the sun and the moon could be touched, but then I bowed my head and bowed my waist. How can I know what a bucket of rice is?

Soon, consciousness becomes blurred.

Yan Xiao seemed to have heard the sound of the alarm from the instrument. His father pressed the call button in a panic, and many white figures surrounded his hospital bed, and dazzling rays of light hit his eyes one after another.

There is also the sound of electric shocks mixed in.

Electricity runs through the numb body,

Still failed to retain this lifeless torso.

Yan Xiao, leave!
At four o'clock in the morning, the sky was still dark.

A few faintly visible stars hang far above the purple starry sky.

Su Chen's tightly closed eyes opened in response.

At the same time, the sound of the system follows:

[The seventh send-off mission client: Yan Xiao! 】

[Already passed away! 】

[Please prepare for his send-off mission! 】

A slightly heavy reminder sound hit, crushing the remaining drowsiness.

Su Chen got up slowly with a solemn expression, and walked out of the store.

It was dark all around, only a few gleams of light above the starry sky persisted stubbornly, and the crescent moon had long since disappeared.

The coldness hits, making people feel refreshed.

Su Chen called out the mission store and exchanged all the mission supplies in it.

Funeral specifications of [-] yuan.

Enough to satisfy Yan Xiao's last wish.

Hope he enjoys the service too.

for a long time.

No matter how he calmed down, he couldn't sleep right now. Su Chen felt a little hungry, so he left and closed the shop, ready to find something to eat early.

The pace of life in Qingyang County is much faster than that of other counties.

Vendors who plan to set up their stalls early will prepare early.

Before the cold night wind blows, they have already set off in the dark.

On the dark street, occasionally a bright light emerged.

Several figures were busy in it.

Su Chen walked in and ordered a bowl of tofu nao stir-fried spicy soup, two fried dough sticks, and a side dish.

This is the standard configuration for people in Qingyang County.

Fresh and smooth tofu nao.

Pour the spicy soup made of pepper, chili, beef cubes, bone broth, cornstarch, vermicelli, peanuts, fungus, tofu skin, and other ingredients. When you smell the aroma, your saliva will naturally permeate from the taste buds , Appetite.

Seeing the steaming hot bean curd soup being brought out, Su Chen just stepped forward to take it.

Suddenly I heard the shopkeeper say:
"Little brother, if you're not in a hurry, give this bowl to him first!"

Looking in the direction he said, Su Chen saw an old man who had just entered the store.

The old man walked over with a kind face and a smile on his face.

He touched his head, and said with a little embarrassment on his wrinkled old face:
"This bowl of two mixes, can I take it away first? Hurry up!"

"Row!"

Seeing the embarrassment of the old man, Su Chen nodded without paying attention.

The fritters haven't come out of the pan yet, so I don't mind waiting a little longer.

Seeing this, the old man quickly thanked him.

While thanking, he packed away the bowl of two mixes and a basket of steamed buns, and left in a hurry.

Seeing the back of the old man leaving in a hurry, Su Chen sat back at the table with puzzled eyes.

I don't know what to do in such a hurry.

"You've been waiting for so long!"

Perhaps out of apology, the shopkeeper personally brought up the two mixes, and the oily fried sesame oil sticks were also served together.

Seeing the puzzlement in Su Chen's eyes, the shopkeeper said:
"This old man is a regular customer in our store. Every time he comes, he has to beat others. Please forgive me!"

"It's okay, he's in such a hurry, what's the matter?"

Su Chen smiled indifferently, and asked while tasting.

The shopkeeper shook his head and replied:
"I don't know about it. Every time I come here, I come and leave in a hurry, and I never talk to him."

"Oh!"

Su Chen nodded thoughtfully.

It's okay to be in a hurry alone, every time you are in such a hurry, there must be something wrong.

In life, no one is in a hurry.

What should be given up, let it be given up.

Yan Xiao passed away.

Regarding his funeral, it fell on his father Yan Jun.

in the hospital ward.

Yan Jun and Jiang Qian discussed:

"Father holding a funeral for his son, what is this called!?"

"This is the end of the matter, and I can still watch my son being left alone and cared for? Isn't that something unconscionable?"

"I didn't tell you to ignore it! What I'm saying is that the funeral doesn't need to be so troublesome, and you're still sick. Keep everything simple, isn't it good? I admit, I'm usually a little harsh on Xiaoxiao. It's a bit too much, but don't you know me? I'm such a cruel person? I don't want him to leave either!"

"Hmph, that's true, you probably don't want him to leave more than anyone else!"

"Yan Jun, I think your son just left and doesn't want to make trouble with you, so don't talk to me weirdly here! My old lady has a temper too!"

The two were in a stalemate.

For a moment, Nian Zai's son's body was still waiting to be processed.

Yan Jun's face was heavy, and his voice lowered a bit:
"Simplicity, simplicity, why simplicity?"

"Cremate the child, cremation is advocated now, the corpse is easy to deal with!"

Jiang Qian replied.

Hearing the word "corpse", Yan Jun sighed weakly and could only nod his head.

Do as she says.

In the afternoon, people from the funeral home came to pick up the body.

Jiang Qian was about to take them to pick up Yan Xiao's body, but unexpectedly, a group of people in business attire stopped them.

Hearing someone stop him, Yan Jun hurried over on crutches.

Those people are confronting each other at the door of the ward.

"According to the contract signed by Mr. Yan Xiao, if it is cremated, we need to deal with the remains first!"

"What contract, everyone is dead, who knows which Yan Xiao signed the contract with you?"

Jiang Qian glanced at a few people and felt that they were not good people, so she retorted coldly.

You can't be polite when dealing with these people!
With that said, he was about to bring someone in.

Facing Jiang Qian, those people looked at each other, but chose to continue to stop them.

Some reluctantly stepped forward to explain:
"This is a contract signed by Mr. Yan himself, and it is also his last wish. We can understand your pain."

Before he finished speaking, Yan Jun walked over tremblingly from the side.

With a complex expression, he stretched out his hand and said:

"What contract, let me see!"

(End of this chapter)