Funeral anchor: I have a building in Shanghai

After returning to Shanghai,
There are no stars, no seven-star graves, no true love for raising little ghosts,
Liu Li only felt that the whole person was fine.

Especially when you sleep late.

The happy (degenerate) days lasted until Liu's father, who was far away at home, called.

It's been a while since I've had any of his vegetables.

Liu Li happily answered the phone.

"Dad~"

"Hey, baby..."

The old man responded enthusiastically first, but the voice on the phone was a bit messy.

"Dad, where are you? Is there something wrong?"

The old man sighed: "I'm at home, something happened next door, oh, poor thing."

next door?

That handsome Shuai Xiaoshan's family?

Liu Li thought of the boy who used to sit in the back seat of her heavy locomotive with a blushing face.

Liu Li's hometown lives in a remote place, and Shuai Xiaoshan's house is next door.

Liu Li hurriedly asked, "Did something happen to Shuai Xiaoshan's family?"

There was a little silence on the old man's phone, and the firecrackers and mourning were vaguely heard.

"Liu Li, Dad, I just want you to be happy. When you become sensible, it's only been a few decades. It's long and short..."

The old man seldom sighed with emotion in front of Liu Li!
"Dad, what happened, or else, I'll pick you up to live with me."

The old man has always been unable to let go of the three-acre land at home, and has to go back to his hometown to live for a period of time from time to time.

"Baby, Xiaoshuai is dead. The poor kid hasn't graduated from college yet." The old man's voice was a little low.

Every time Shuai Xiaoshan came home from school, he helped the old man a lot.

Sometimes he would go to school with him and give Liu Li some souvenirs.

The last time I saw him, Wenwen Jingjing, how could he just leave?
"When did this happen?"

Liu Li had to deal with daily affairs, but the death of Shuai Xiaoshan still touched Liu Li's heart.

"It happened the day before yesterday. The school sent his body back yesterday, saying that he died at school and committed suicide by jumping off a building."

"Suicide!?" Liu Li narrowed his eyes.

It might be because of Liu Li's suddenly raised voice, the four little secretaries who were busy leaving for breakfast all looked over.

"I accompanied the corpse to look at it, and said it was a suicide. He is a poor child. You can help him bury him. After cremation, send his ashes back. I chose his grandmother's cemetery..."

The old man's voice was hoarse and distressed.

Liu Li nodded: "Leave the rest to me."

After chatting for a few words, Liu Li asked roughly about Shuai Xiaoshan.

There were only a few close classmates who sent Shuai Xiaoshan back, and the school was not accompanied by a teacher.

Liu Li had seen Shuai Xiaoshan before, that sunny boy, who was as warm as the noon sun, would commit suicide?

real or fake?

Why doesn't Liu Li believe it?

Not long after, there was a knock on the door of the funeral shop.

A hearse was parked at the door.

The old man held a simple funeral for Shuai Xiaoshan in his hometown, and called a hearse to bring him over early in the morning.

The fourth little secretary looked at Liu Li in surprise.

Liu Li, who was still wearing pajamas, looked solemn.

"Work!"

Liu Li felt a little depressed, so she ordered the fourth little secretary to open the door to collect the body, then turned around and went upstairs.

Liu Li simply changed into smart clothes and came to the door.

The staff of the funeral home took out the body bag from the ice coffin, and Yun'er and Wawa found a cart and took the body down.

The white body bags are bright red everywhere.

Linnai looked at Liu Li with a worried face.

Not only her, the fourth secretary rarely saw Liu Li like this, so she heard her talking on the phone with her father in the morning.

The hanging heart fell to the ground.

Xiao Jiu knew that Liu Li had no relatives, so who could make the boss feel so down?

Several people focused their eyes on the body bag.

Transport the corpse to the containment chamber.

Liu Li followed the whole process.

Wawa and Yun'er placed the corpse on the corpse table, and Liu Li sighed.

Xiao Jiu asked in a low voice: "Who is the boss?"

Without a name, the next work will not be easy.

Only then did Liu Li notice that the secretaries looked worried, and she smiled.

"Handsome Xiaoshan."

"?"

"Is that the handsome guy?"

"boss……"

"No way……"

The four little secretaries had different expressions, some were surprised, some were amazed, some were even more in disbelief.

The young man who came to look for Liu Li not long ago died like this?

The doll opened the body bag, and a blood-soaked corpse lay quietly inside.

He looked like he was asleep, if it wasn't for the blood all over his body and the long, motionless eyelashes.

It's hard to tell it's a corpse.

"Yun'er, doll, clean up your wounds and suture them well."

Yuner nodded repeatedly.

The four little secretaries all knew that Shuai Xiaoshan was a neighbor of Liu Li's hometown, a shy college student who often came to the funeral shop to give Liu Li souvenirs.

"So young, how did you fall like this..."

They had seen quite a few corpses. Looking at Shuai Xiaoshan's body covered in blood and bloody back, they could roughly see the cause of death.

"It's suicide. The reason is not known yet. Let's deal with the funeral first."

The four little secretaries nodded in unison, Wawa and Yun'er opened the body bag, the blood had already clotted on the skin.

The two fetched clean water, and carefully wiped Shuai Xiaoshan's handsome features with a small brush.

Under the cold white light, Wawa and Yun'er wiped Shuai Xiaoshan's body clean little by little.

For the dense wounds on the back, Yoona stitched them up finely.

After applying concealer powder, Shuai Xiaoshan seemed to be asleep.

Several people changed Shuai Xiaoshan into a shroud together, and placed aromatherapy and paper money around him.

"Leave it overnight and cremate it tomorrow."

The four little secretaries nodded in unison.

Liu Li carried a steaming bowl of fried rice with soy sauce and placed it on the table at the foot of Shuai Xiaoshan.

There is a stick of incense stuck in the center of the soy sauce fried rice.

White smoke lingers around, and a burst of fragrance permeates the confinement room.

Liu Li lit the ever-burning lamp at the foot of Shuai Xiaoshan, and the room of confinement was suddenly filled with a faint yellow halo.

A gust of wind blew away the paper money covering Shuai Xiaoshan's face.

Liuli Funeral's best funeral services were all used on Shuai Xiaoshan, and then it was parked overnight.

After tomorrow's cremation, Shuai Xiaoshan will only have a pot of ashes left.

Liu Li sighed for a while, and they all went back to the room late at night.

"Bring the old man back in a few days..."

Liu Li was a little worried that the old man was left alone in his hometown.

Although Shuai Xiaoshan had no blood relationship with him, Liu Li knew that the old man was more sad than anyone else.

Liu Li took out her hand and called the old man.

The phone went through quickly.

"Dad, I'm not asleep yet."

"Well, help clean up his house. When Xiao Shan's ashes come back, I'll go to Shanghai for burial." The old man knew the purpose of Liu Li's call.

The old man is already in his 70s, and Liu Li can't let go of doing farm work alone in his hometown.

"Well, don't be sad, I will bury him well."

There was silence on the phone for a while.

The old man's voice came slowly: "Baby, I always thought that the first to die should be us old men and old ladies.
It turns out that young children die too,
Baby, don't worry about Dad. "

After hanging up the phone, Liu Li fell into a deep sleep.

crunch,
Gate,
the door of the containment chamber,
Pushed away by Shuai Xiaoshan...