As Yan Jiu walked out of the boutique carrying a gift bag that wasn't too big or too small, her phone rang again.
She thought it was Chu Chu.
But it turned out to be an unfamiliar number.
After the call connected, Yan Jiu realized that the caller was "Chasing the Fireflies'" father. He had seen her contact information at the top of her account and wanted her to handle "Chasing the Fireflies'" funeral arrangements.
Yan Jiu gladly accepted.
They carried the gifts back to the funeral home.
Chu Chu, who was eagerly awaiting a gift to show off to his family, was unaware that his sister was about to stand him up.
Back in the attic.
The first person Yan Jiu saw was not her father who was "chasing after fireflies," but Li Xiaoli with red and swollen eyes.
Li Xiaoli's voice choked with sobs: "Sister Jiujiu, my grandfather... he's really gone."
Yan Jiu pursed her lips.
He freed his hand and patted Li Xiaoli on the shoulder.
Then he looked at the employees standing in a row.
Yan Jiu's eyes were sharp, as if to say, "So many of you are making people cry like this."
She Liang looked completely bewildered.
Huang Xiaoqiang was completely dumbfounded.
Jiang Azi was the first to understand Yan Jiu's gaze: "Oh dear, Miss Li, drink some water before you cry."
Li Xiaoli replied through tears, "Thank you."
Yan Jiu: "..." Is this how you came to this conclusion?
never mind.
The room was empty of people.
She really can't force people to empathize.
As the curator.
Naturally, I had to take the lead myself.
Yan Jiu calculated for a moment, then said thoughtfully, "I've calculated your grandfather's condition. Do you want to know?"
When Li Xiaoli saw Yan Jiu suddenly become serious, she had just imagined that her grandfather was not having a good time in the underworld.
Then I heard it.
Yan Jiu said seriously, "Your maternal grandfather is currently playing mahjong with my great-grandfather and has won two rounds."
Li Xiaoli's crying stopped abruptly; she didn't know whether to cry or not.
So much so that when Liu Fei arrived.
Li Xiaoli remained silent.
Liu Fei pursed her lips and said, "Director Yan, how much money do I need for my grandfather's funeral? I'll transfer it to you."
Yan Jiu's gaze slid from Liu Fei's tattered black leather shoes to his faded blue shirt.
Everything is understood without words.
Liu Fei puffed out his chest: "I can borrow it!"
Li Xiaoli silently slipped a card into Liu Fei's hand: "Big cousin, this is from Grandpa, he asked me to give it to you."
In order to save face for Liu Fei, she told a small lie in front of everyone.
Before Grandpa Liu passed away.
She did indeed miss her, her eldest cousin who had left the Liu family long ago, but she didn't have time to leave any words, so Liu Fei only managed to see her one last time when she rushed over.
Liu Fei took the card.
It was shoved back into Li Xiaoli's hand in less than two seconds.
Regardless of who the card belongs to.
He insisted on using his own money.
Li Xiaoli became anxious: "I don't lack money. You're all alone out there, so having money is essential for your safety."
Liu Feizheng said sternly, "There are ways to live if you have money, and there are ways to live if you don't have money."
Li Xiaoli wanted to say something more.
Yan Jiu had no interest in staying to listen to their argument: "You two can go back and fight it out. Now listen to She Liang's introduction, and then choose a suitable day to bury the old man."
She Liang transformed into human form early on.
To adapt to the current social environment, he specially grew out a trendy hairstyle like a sales consultant.
at this time.
She Liang shook his white gloves at the right moment, and after putting them on, he picked up the funeral product brochure tucked under his arm, making a full-fledged debut as a funeral director.
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Not long after.
The father, who had been "chasing fireflies," walked in shakily. He was hunched over, with a white spot on his left cornea. Blind in one eye, he had the honest and simple look of a farmer.
There was a slightly yellowed piece of paper in his pants pocket. From the corner that was sticking out, it looked like a talisman or paper money.
He asked somewhat awkwardly, "Is this a funeral home where we don't send people off on their way?"
Jiang Azi, who had been waiting for a long time, nodded and gestured for the person to go into the building: "Yes, sir, I will take you to our curator."
Yan Jiu washed away the dust of the journey.
I saw an old man when I went downstairs.
He lamented, "Wan Ying had such a hard life. She worked so hard, staying up all night to earn so much money, but she didn't have the life to enjoy it."
Jiang Azi, unaware of the reason, could only nod.
Wan Ying's father was still sighing: "I want her to leave with dignity. I can't let her be misunderstood by everyone as something else."
The story of the mistress who "chased after the fireflies" was exposed, but he is illiterate and cannot see the harsh words spoken by netizens.
As for how he knew about Yan Jiu, it was because of the reminders from his daughter's fans and the village's old woman that he found out about Yan Jiu and how she came out of Zhushan.
Upon hearing this...
Yan Jiu already knew what had happened.
She only mentioned her main job, "chasing fireflies," but didn't tell her family about her side hustle.
Yan Jiu's gaze slid past Wan Ying's father's pocket and then looked at the face of the person in front of him.
It was calculated that the other person was destined to have no wife, no children, and no offspring.
She did some more calculations and discovered that the other party was involved in a child trafficking case. Moreover, the visitor was hiding something, and it wasn't just about asking her to prepare for Wan Ying's funeral.
Yan Jiu refrained from saying it outright, and only asked, "How does the old man wish to bury the deceased?"
Wan Ying's father was taken aback: "Is the traditional burial method from our area okay? Do you know how to choose a burial site? Could you come back to Zhushan with me to take a look at a burial site?"
Just as Yan Jiu was about to go and investigate the "thief's den," he raised an eyebrow and shook his head, feigning seriousness.
Yan Jiu said, "The state does not allow burial."
Wan Ying's father hurriedly said, "Oh? But where I'm from, we all practice traditional burial; it's the norm!"
Yan Jiu feigned surprise, then said thoughtfully, "Since it's a common phenomenon among the elderly, then it's easy to say. After all, the country is understanding and has offered support for burial in areas that don't have the conditions for cremation."
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