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After joking around with Yan Shan for a while and seeing Song Qingrong, my mood became quite pleasant.
Perhaps it's because there was too much heartache and regret in my past life, so the reason why I feel better in this life is much simpler.
After that, I didn't stay at the coffin shop anymore, and instead strolled around the whole street as planned.
My understanding of this place was somewhat limited before, but after wandering around and secretly visiting various shops, my thoughts became much clearer.
It wasn't much different from what I expected.
These shops may seem to sell different things, but they are actually closely related.
In many cases, Yanshan's coffin shops also became the source of the problem.
There's a word: incidentally.
It means that I bought something here, and then I looked around the neighborhood. If I found something I needed, I bought it there too.
This kind of 'incidental' benefit is also the basic business model of this street.
This has led to a situation where these shops, while competing to some extent, also complement each other.
In other words, all that's needed now is a trigger.
Once the opportunity arises, integration will be much easier.
However, we need to think long-term about how to do it. At the very least, we need to find an opportunity to gather the owners of these shops together for a meeting.
Find out everyone's thoughts and what each party cares about, and then address those concerns accordingly.
In short, the task ahead is arduous and the road is long!
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At six o'clock in the evening, I returned to the coffin shop.
Yan Shan has already prepared Yan Yinding's coffin.
Generally, for urgent cases, pre-made coffins are used, so they can be used on the same day. Custom-made coffins, on the other hand, usually take ten days to half a month to arrive earlier.
Even longer.
Customized products are generally targeted at families with elderly members who are of advanced age and need to prepare in advance, so there is usually enough time.
This is why I dare to consider a package membership system.
Otherwise, Yan Shan simply wouldn't be able to handle it all.
After handing the coffin to me, Yan Shan went back to his business. I, with a mix of nervousness and complicated feelings, took the coffin and a few workers and headed to Song Qingrong's house.
Although we had met once, it was all too hasty, so there were many things I couldn't tell Song Qingrong.
For example, a simple sentence: Sorry.
One more thing: I miss you.
Or: Long time no see.
An hour later, we arrived at Song Qingrong's home according to the address. Unlike in my previous life, this time it was her hometown. It was also my first time here, located in the north and south of the old town.
When we arrived, funeral music had already begun.
Because this place, even though it's in the countryside, already has a large population gathered here.
From afar, I saw a man dressed in mourning clothes, wiping away tears while politely greeting those who came to pay their respects.
Seeing her like that, I felt inexplicably heartbroken.
I couldn't help but think of my previous life, after I died, I also watched with my own eyes as Song Qingrong endured the pain and held our wedding at my grave.
She broke our promise and married me after I died.
When she saw us arrive, Song Qingrong came over. She was only eighteen years old, but at this age, she seemed to be shouldering the heavy burden of the family.
"Thank you for your help."
Song Qingrong forced a smile and said.
I shook my head and said, "It's alright."
Then I looked at the workers who came with me and said, "Thank you for your help."
They were used to doing this kind of work, so they naturally understood what I meant and carried the coffin inside.
Song Qingrong followed, and I followed beside her.
We haven't walked side by side like this in a long time.
Even at this time...
This is not a time to be happy.
The air was thick with mournful music, creating a somber atmosphere.
"If you want to cry, just cry." I said to Song Qingrong as we walked to the door.
“Mom said I can’t cry.” Song Qingrong bit her lip and shook her head with a hint of stubbornness.
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