Qingben beauty

Chapter 163 Luxurious Memorial Service
I sat on the head of the bed blankly, looking at Grandma Dong's face as if she was asleep, and listening to the long beeping sound from the precision instrument.

I sat numbly, as if my tears couldn't flow.

Doctors and nurses came over, and they told me that Grandma Dong had passed away. They said they wanted to collect her body, and they asked me if I had contacted the funeral home.

Later, they stopped talking.

They didn't move Grandma Dong who was tightly hugged by me, they exited the ward.

Then, the old neighbor came.

He pushed me away, and he told me that people have to go to their own place when they die. He said, don't delay your grandma, he said, you promised that you will die for Grandma Dong.

I let go of Grandma Dong, and I sat on the chair, watching the nurses come in again.

They wrapped Grandma Dong in a white sheet, put Grandma Dong on the cart, and pushed Grandma Dong out of the ward.

I followed them until I reached the bottom morgue.

I watched them send Grandma Dong into that cold cabinet.

I didn't know how long I stood in front of the cabinet. When the nurse reminded me to contact the funeral home again, I walked out of the mortuary.

The sky was still pitch black. I looked up at the sky on the flat ground in front of the hospital building, and saw a faint light emerging from the sky. I walked back to our home.

I took out the iron box Grandma Dong put on the bedside.

There was [-] cash in it, the cemetery contract she bought, and the phone number of the funeral home she had contacted a long time ago.

I looked at those things, and I thought that Grandma Dong would explain to me the purpose of the things in this box after explaining those old things.

I hugged the box and burst into tears.

At 07:30, I called Wu Gang three times to wake him up. I asked him to ask for leave for me. I said that a relative had passed away and I had to deal with the funeral. I said that Cruise’s goods had been shipped out. When I get back to the office, I can continue to work on it.

Then, I hung up the phone without waiting for Wu Gang to speak.

I called the funeral home again and made an appointment with him to pick me up at the hospital at ten o'clock.

I found the shroud that Grandma Dong had prepared for me, put it in the backpack together with the box, and carried the backpack to the hospital again.

I went to the hospital to process the death certificate and process the hospital bill.

I was very calm and went through the procedures without even a single tear.

Then, I followed the car of the funeral home to the funeral home that Grandma Dong had made an appointment with.

I handed Grandma Dong*'s shroud to the staff of the funeral home, and together with them, I changed it for Grandma Dong.

The people at the funeral home said that Grandma Dong had agreed to be cremated after delivery. They asked me if I should follow this, or should I first set up a mourning hall and hold a memorial service before cremation?

I said, set up a mourning hall and hold a memorial service.

I paid the money, chose the most solemn memorial service package, and bought a jade urn.

After I set the time, I went to the nearby cemetery. Grandma Dong not only bought the cemetery, but also buried her husband's ashes after buying the cemetery. The tombstone for the joint burial has been erected, and the flowers and plants in the cemetery have also been planted. Now, only the name of Grandma Dong on the tombstone has not been inscribed in gold. I just need to set a time with them, and then ask them to inscribe Grandma Dong*'s name, and then make an appointment with someone to wait for the burial.

Then I went back to Yueyang Road.

My family knocked on the door, hoping that they would attend Grandma Dong's memorial service.

I told them that there is no need to send anything, but to send Grandma Dong a trip in the past, so that Grandma Dong can leave in a lively manner.

After I informed the neighbors, I went to the place that sells funeral supplies. I bought some gifts that I would return if the other party went to the memorial service.

After finishing all this, I went home and fell asleep, and then woke up hungry.

I got up, cooked a bowl of noodles, and fried two poached eggs. After wolfing down my meal, I went to wash my hair and take a shower, and then changed into a black suit.

On weekends, if Grandma Dong is in a good mood, she will drag me to the street, point out the clothes in those clothing stores, and tell me what kind of clothes are worn by who, what kind of body should be dressed, what kind of clothes. How to match colors according to your age, and how to dress decently for any occasion.

And in order to prove her words, she also pulled me to buy a lot of new clothes.

(Of course, I paid for it myself)
This suit was chosen for me by her. At that time, she also said that this suit was worn when attending a funeral. It was stable and solemn, and it was the best respect for the deceased.

I stroked the fabric of the dress, and looked at myself in the mirror who seemed to have changed. I endured the sore feeling and said to myself, you promised Grandma Dong*, you must send her away safely.

I combed my hair, and then followed Grandma Dong's instructions, and put on light makeup when I went out for the first time.

Then, I went out and took a taxi to the funeral home.

I ordered the most luxurious memorial service mode, in the largest hall, which is full of flower baskets and wreaths.

When the funeral director ushered me in, he said that even 500 people would not feel crowded here.

I smiled and didn't speak.

I don't know how many people will come.

Grandma Dong has no work unit, no relatives, and all her good friends have passed away. As for those neighbors, I am afraid that not many people come here.

However, even if there is no one, I still want Grandma Dong to leave in a lively and dignified manner.

The funeral home asked me again if I had prepared a eulogy.

I said no.

The undertaker asked again if they wanted to use their universal eulogy.

I refused.

I think that no one can comment on Grandma Dong*'s life, and there is no need to use those hypocritical rhetoric to pile it up.

I said, it's good for everyone to have an incense and see the last remains.

The funeral home said yes, and then they brought up Grandma Dong who had already put on her make-up.

Grandma Dong slept in a beautiful coffin surrounded by flowers. Her face was serene, with a beauty beyond age and death.

I stood by the coffin and looked at her blankly.

I suddenly remembered the first time I saw her.

At the end of spring, when the roses were in full bloom, she stood at the door. Although her clothes were old, she was graceful and elegant, with a mellowness of annual rings.

"Gu Qing...?"

A suspicious call came from the door.

I turned around and opened my eyes wide in surprise.

Three people stood at the door.

Miss Zhu, Wu Gang, and... Chen Han.

It was Chen Han who called me.

"You?" I widened my eyes in disbelief.

"Miss Zhu called all the funeral homes and found out that you booked a memorial service here, so..."

In the middle of Wu Gang's speech, Miss Zhu bumped her stomach with an elbow.

Then, she walked forward with her face still calm, just like that, hugged me with both arms.

I hugged her back and leaned on her shoulder, tears streaming down my face uncontrollably.

I choked up and said, "Thank you!"

"Silly girl!" Miss Zhu patted me on the back lightly, and said softly again: "Silly girl..."

That day, Ms. Zhu stood with me in front of the coffin, returning gifts to those who came.

Wu Gang and Chen Han stood at the door.

That day, although only a few neighbors came, not even 50 people came.

But I think Grandma Dong will be happy.

On that day, Ms. Zhu and Wu Gang and Chen Han accompanied me to deliver the urn of Grandma Dong* for burial.

Then, when leaving the cemetery, Ms. Zhu asked me, where is your mobile phone?Why didn't I answer your call?
I searched all over the bag, only to find that my mobile phone was lost at some point.

(End of this chapter)