Boss Shen's Funeral Shop

This place in Jinlin City is very bustling. During the day, there are endless vehicles on the road, and they never stop at night. However, Naihe Street in Jinlin City is very quiet most of the time. , because there are no entertainment venues here, and even the only Internet cafe has few people going online. , here is still two yuan an hour.

The name Naihe Street looks like Naihe Bridge, who would like to walk on Naihe Bridge?

The people who live here are not ghosts and ghosts. The people who live here are the busiest people. They are not entrepreneurs of big companies, nor are they celebrities. Every one of them is an ordinary person with an ordinary life.

They go out early and return late, and are busy with making a living every day. However, at the end of Naihe Street, there is a funeral supplies store. Except for those who have funerals or grave-sweeping festivals, there are few people who visit it on this day, so, Few people know that there is such a store here.

The store is at the end of Naihe Street, and on the other side is a river with a long history. It is said that it has surrounded Jinlin City for hundreds of years. People jokingly call this river Naihe River, otherwise how could it be in Naihe Street!Over time, people forgot what the original name of the river was, and simply called it the Nai River.

The name of this store is the most common name, called Lao Shen Funeral Supplies Store. From the name of the store, anyone can tell that the owner of this store is called Lao Shen, and the few people who know this store are also The owner of this store is called Lao Shen, because no one has ever asked what the owner's full name is.

The store that usually opened early in the morning did not open this day, but no one cared about a funeral supply store, so as not to bring bad luck to themselves.

On this day, Old Shen, the owner of the funeral home, passed away. He was already 83 years old, and his daughter and grandson were the only ones who attended his funeral. do this.

Old Shen was sent to the funeral home, and when he came out, there was only an urn left. He was a very energetic old man when he was alive, but only a handful of ashes remained after death.

The store has not been opened for three days, and when it opened again, the owner has changed inside. The new owner's name is Shen Jing, who is the grandson of Lao Shen, a young man with a pair of black-rimmed glasses who looks not very energetic. , in her early twenties, but she looks as white as a little girl.

However, Xiao Shen didn't choose to open the door during the day, he arrived at the door at night, and Shen's mother drove him to the door, her face was a little pale, her father had just passed away, obviously his mental state was not very good of.

Shen Jing was holding the urn belonging to his grandfather in his hand, he didn't quite understand why the urn of his grandfather was not buried but brought back to this shop.

Shen Jing's hands were not idle, so Shen Qingqing got out of the car together, took a step forward, touched Shen Jing's pocket, took out a bunch of keys from it, and then directly opened the rolling door of the funeral parlor, and opened the funeral door. The door of the shop.

The funeral parlor is not very big. Two display cabinets are placed on one side of the door. There are a lot of printed materials and candles in the display cabinets. Behind the display cabinet is a shelf with the same things on it. There is even a white one on the top. lanterns with paper tie.

The ground has been cleaned. In the innermost part is the cash register. There is a cash register on it. There is also a small LCD TV hanging on the wall. It was bought by Shen Qingqing for her father before the old Boss Shen passed away. of.

And behind the cash register is a staircase leading to the second floor, and there is actually a door behind the stairs, which is the warehouse of this store, and there are some stocks in it. The whole store looks very tidy, even a trace No taste at all.

"Grandpa's room is cleaned up, so you can stay there! If you feel uncomfortable, you can take the time to clean up the room next door." After turning on the light, Shen Qingqing put the key on the display cabinet, and looked With Shen Jing holding the urn, he walked in.

"Well, I know, Mom," Shen Jing nodded, and then looked around the store.

In fact, this place is no stranger to him. Although he has lived with his mother since he was a child, he will be handed over to his grandfather when Shen Qingqing is out of action or on business trips. It is not uncommon to live here, but now But one person was missing.

"Your grandpa is used to living here, let your grandpa stay here! Don't put him in the cabinet, let him see this store all the time."

Shen Qingqing's eye circles have always been a little red and swollen, and when she said this, the eye circles started to red again, and her eyes were a little moist.

"I know, Mom, it's getting late, you have to work tomorrow, go back quickly!" Shen Jing put down his grandfather's urn, turned around and hugged his mother. Compared with this woman, he still looks a lot taller.

Shen Qingqing sighed, and patted Shen Jing's shoulder. She is actually not very old. In fact, standing with Shen Jing, she even looks about the same age as Shen Jing. Walking on the street, she will only be called She thought they were siblings, but she couldn't hide the sadness in her eyes.

"Mom knows that if you want to continue to open this store, it is impulsive. If you don't want to continue any time, just tell mom, you know?"

"I know, Mom, go back and rest quickly! Your eyes are so swollen that grandpa will dislike you when he sees it," Shen Jing pushed Shen Qingqing out, opened the car door for Shen Qingqing, and then made a request pose.

"Go back quickly, ma'am."

Shen Qingqing burst out laughing, the gloom of the past few days seemed to have dissipated a lot, she patted Shen Jing on the shoulder feigning anger, but she still got into the car.

Shen Jing reached out to fasten the seat belt for Shen Qingqing, and then closed the car door for Shen Qingqing.

The car window was rolled down, Shen Qingqing looked at Shen Jing with concern, and said with a bit of seriousness: "Remember what mom said just now, although this is a store that grandpa is very reluctant to part with, but mom really doesn't want you to be like grandpa. Same, stay here for the rest of your life.”

"Don't worry, don't worry," Shen Jing waved his hand, and comforted him, "Don't worry about one million! If I can't do it anymore, I will tell you when I am old."

Shen Qingqing didn't say much. Although she knew that Shen Jing was trying to put her down, she couldn't make up her mind to close down her father's funeral parlor all of a sudden. Her father relied on this A store, dragged her into a big one.

Watching Shen Qingqing's car go away, Shen Jing breathed a sigh of relief before returning to the shop.

At this time, only the funeral parlor with a small chandelier on showed its desertedness. Since the door had not been opened for three days, the only bit of popularity that belonged to Grandpa Shen seemed to have disappeared completely, making people just stand There is a chill in my heart here.

Shen Jing looked up at the wall clock on the wall, it was already ten o'clock in the evening, even in such a bustling city, it had gradually quieted down.

A gust of wind blew gently outside the door and entered the store, rattling a few white papers on the shelf, and also blowing on Shen Jing's body, making Shen Jing shiver, since it was already June, But the wind at night is still chilly.

In the funeral parlor where there was only one person, the gust of wind made Shen Jing a little uncomfortable. He turned around and closed the shutter door and the store door, and then turned back, and then saw a paper bundle on the container fall to the ground, making a slight groan. a sound.

Shen Jing paused, he looked at grandpa's urn, then walked over slowly, and picked up the paper bundle.

It was a paper pierced man with facial features already drawn, with a red face and red mouth, but it was very strange that the eye sockets for those eyes were already there, but the eyes were not drawn.

Shen Jing put the paper pricked man on the side of the container, feeling a slight chill down his spine, he turned around and hugged his grandfather's urn, and then went upstairs quickly.

The upstairs area is not small, it can be said that it has all internal organs, a building, a guest room, bathroom and kitchen, all of which are quite a lot, but before it was only Grandpa Shen lived alone, the guest room used to be Shen Jing lived there, but after he went to university, he seldom came here, and now a layer of dust has fallen.

Turning on the light in the corridor, Shen Jing shuddered slightly again. The spotless house was cleaner than the shop downstairs, but the window at the end of the corridor had been forgotten to close before, and the only temperature in the house was extinguished. It was taken.

Shen Jing went straight into the master bedroom, and put the urn on the coffee table in the room. Next to the coffee table was a rocking chair. Grandpa Shen often lay on it and listened to the radio.

The bedding on the bed has been replaced, but there is no bed. Although this is the master bedroom, the things are really burnt. It is said to be the dowry cabinet of grandma. With four legs, it is two meters high. Grandpa's clothes had already been packed, and Shen Jing's luggage was put on it.

There is also a tea table with a complete set of tea sets, a pack of unopened tea cakes, and an old-looking bed. In modern times, such beds can only be seen in ancient TV dramas.Apart from that, there is nothing else in this room.

Grandpa Shen used to live here.

Shen Jing sniffed, went to the bathroom to tidy up briefly, and then lay down on the bed. After covering the quilt, Shen Jing looked up at the yellowish ceiling, his mind was blank, but he didn't want to think about anything. up.

The wall clock ticked by, the room was completely quiet, and Shen Jing finally fell asleep, frowning slightly, wondering if he was dreaming.

At midnight, the urn on the coffee table suddenly moved, making a slight noise, and then fell silent.