After Su Miaomiao got out of the car, she went to the office and explained the situation, where she was immediately warmly welcomed.
"That's wonderful, Ms. Su, thank you for your kindness!"
I never expected that someone would be willing to donate wreaths; who would believe it if I told them!
But when he came out and saw the words on the wreaths, he was instantly stunned.
"It's alright! I'm still alive, so none of this matters. The person who wrote the funeral couplets will be here soon, and they can rewrite them and put them up as if they were brand new."
Su Miaomiao said with a smile.
No sooner had he finished speaking than Niu Dali's car pulled up, and the master and apprentice duo got out of it.
"Master, these wreaths are..."
Pan Pei was stunned when he saw that all the wreaths had Su Miaomiao's name on them.
In fact, not only him, but the other two were also confused.
Niu Dali scratched his head in confusion.
"Does your Xuanmen sect still have a rule about receiving wreaths before someone is dead? It only counts if you are alive and see it with your own eyes!"
"Is it to figure out who didn't send a wreath so they can take the person away beforehand?"
“…There’s no such rule!” Pan Pei denied.
Su Miaomiao's lips twitched. Sometimes Brother Niu's imagination was quite rich.
"Master Tianwei of the Xuanmen Sect!"
Su Miaomiao looked at Ning Tianwei and suddenly smiled.
Ning Tianwei's eyes lit up. His idol actually knew his Weibo name. Could it be that she was secretly observing him and was too shy to follow him?
"You posted this photo, didn't you!"
Su Miaomiao took out the documents she brought from the company and pointed to the photos for Ning Tianwei to see.
"I took this photo. You like it too, idol master? You actually printed it out. To be honest, I printed one out too and put it on my bedside table... Holy crap!"
Ning Tianwei wanted to see the reviews, but found that the following content was all in remembrance of Su Miaomiao.
He looked at the wreaths being unloaded from the car, his expression incredibly interesting.
"This, this..."
After posting on Weibo, he didn't log in to check. He had no idea things would turn out this way!
What do we do now?
The idol is already dead because of the misunderstanding caused by this photo!
Su Miaomiao: "I know it's all a misunderstanding!"
Ning Tianwei nodded vigorously.
That's right! It's a misunderstanding, it has nothing to do with him!
He was just marveling at how awesome his idol was!
Su Miaomiao: "I'm going to do a live stream, so I'll leave the task of writing the funeral couplets to you. Is that okay?"
Ning Tianwei looked at the wreaths; there were just too many of them…
But his idol was looking at him with a smile, and he couldn't refuse.
It's just writing funeral couplets!
Nod! He can do it!
"Okay, write well!"
After Su Miaomiao finished speaking, she discussed the live stream with Niu Dali, then took her magic weapon and made a few strokes on the open ground, and then pasted some yellow talismans in all directions.
"Today is the first large-scale transfer operation of our Long Live the People team. Due to the rushed start, we hope everyone will work together to strive for a perfect completion of this event."
Before the broadcast started, Su Miaomiao said a couple of sentences, then waved her hand in a seemingly serious manner:
"Start broadcasting!"
Niu Dali pressed the button to confirm the live stream.
In an instant, the Weibo live stream started, and fans immediately entered the live stream room.
Upon seeing the scene in the video, the comment section instantly erupted in tears.
"Waaah! Miaomiao's company is so thoughtful. They know we miss her, so they even put a video of her in the pile of wreaths."
"Seeing my wife's beauty again still makes my heart flutter, sob sob... Wife, I will always love you!"
"Sanshui, I never thought you would die so young. Waaah, my fun is gone."
"Waaaaah..."
"Oh my... my Belle! Why did you leave me..."
...
Seeing the various ways people were crying in the comments section, Su Miaomiao quickly waved her hand and said:
"Hello everyone! As you can see, I'm not dead, so can you please stop crying? I'm afraid you'll really cry me to death!"
"..."
"!!!ah!"
"It's come back to life!"
"Call the police! Call the police to arrest the body!!!"
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"I'll say it again, I'm alive, I'm not dead! What you see now is a living person."
As she spoke, Su Miaomiao moved a little closer to the camera and pinched her cheek.
"Did you see clearly? I didn't die. The news online that I'm dead is all false."
"However, today I received a lot of condolences from netizens. They sent many wreaths. Since I am not dead, I don't need these, so I specially brought these things to Tianfu Crematorium."
"I want to pass on the wreaths to the people buried here. If you have relatives or friends buried here, you can post their names in the comments section, and staff will collect them and deliver wreaths to them one by one."
Su Miaomiao moved the camera so that people in the live stream could see Ning Tianwei preparing new funeral couplets.
He was wearing a Taoist robe, but his face wasn't visible in the photo.
"Wow! Miaomiao is so sweet! If I received so many wreaths, I would have cried myself to death."
“My grandmother is buried in Tianfu Cemetery. Her name is Song Weifang.”
Su Miaomiao finally saw the first name and immediately called out:
"Song Weifang!"
As soon as she finished speaking, Pan Pei immediately wrote her name on the yellow talisman. After the flames subsided, the frail figure of an old woman floated toward the open space where she had just made arrangements and disappeared in an instant.
It's done!
Su Miaomiao felt a delightful sensation as she sensed an extremely faint spiritual power.
Not bad, not bad!
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