After all the guests left, everyone gathered together again. Qin Changlei smoked a cigarette and told Qin Yuhuan:
"Tomorrow I'll go to the bank and withdraw some change. I want five- and ten-yuan notes, and a red envelope. I'll put twenty six-yuan notes, and twenty ten- and twenty-yuan notes. Tomorrow I'll go to the police station to get a death certificate. Your father can only be cremated."
Qin Yuhuan pursed her lips and said nothing. Without the final decision from the person who paid for it, the whole thing could not move forward.
Qin Changlei groaned and scratched his head. "Huanhuan, what do you say? We can't have a big funeral. You'll leave right after the funeral, but uncle and aunt still have to walk around the village."
The difficulty lies in the fact that Qin Changping had just received the minimum living allowance before his death, and the village is only this small, so if gossip were to spread, it would be really upsetting.
"How about this, let's both take a step back. Uncle can say that I paid for this money. Our request is not high, just like Qin Yuhuan's mother. You said that her mother's funeral was also done with all her heart, but when it comes to Dad's funeral, he just rushed it out. It would be a shame for the children, wouldn't it?"
Ziyi came out to smooth things over. She and Qin Yuhuan had discussed that burial was probably not feasible.
The funeral mainly depends on the people in the village. It might be difficult for her and Qin Yuhuan to get a piece of land for a grave in the village. Her money is not omnipotent at this time, unless she spends it lavishly, and Qin Yuhuan doesn't want to do that.
"We can cremate him, but we'll need a funeral, a banquet, and a suona player to play all sorts of music," Ziyi said, drawing on her limited life experience to give them the bottom line. "Uncle, don't worry about the funeral expenses. I can cover any expenses Xiao Qin doesn't have."
Ziyi spoke completely, and everyone present was able to understand her. Several aunts who were on good terms with Qin Changping also helped to talk. In the end, it was agreed that the spirit would stay at the door of the old house for a day. As for the suona masters, Qin Changlei would contact them.
It was already eight o'clock when the agreement was reached, and Qin Jiadong took the two of them back to their house in the city.
When they were alone, Ziyi quietly observed Qin Yuhuan's condition, but Qin Yuhuan was so calm and quiet that it was difficult to figure out her condition for a while.
"I'm fine." Qin Yuhuan helped Ziyi pull the suitcase out of the trunk. "Don't worry about me."
The house was on the sixth floor and there was no elevator. The two of them worked together to drag the suitcase up. Qin Jiadong pointed to a second bedroom and said, "Go to bed early. There's still a lot to do tomorrow."
Qin Yuhuan nodded and thanked him.
The bed in the second bedroom seemed to be of poor quality, and there was a creaking sound when one lay on it. After two days of running around, Qin Yuhuan finally had a chance to rest completely. He didn't even care about his mysophobia, lifted a corner of the bed sheet, and sat on the bed in a daze.
The room was not very soundproof, and the top of the wall was hollowed out. Looking around, she felt that the decoration was really rough. She sat on the suitcase and began to plan tomorrow's itinerary. In tonight's conversation, apart from the funeral, everyone mentioned the issue of inheritance.
Especially after knowing that Qin Yuhuan had given Qin Changping a lot of money in the past three years.
Tomorrow they not only have to get a death certificate, but also have to retrieve Qin Changping's mobile phone, wallet, and bank card.
Qin Yuhuan was stunned, not knowing how much she had heard. After Ziyi finished listing the plan as usual, she suddenly reached out and touched Ziyi's face.
Ziyi was stunned for a moment, then smiled and asked her in a whisper, "What's wrong?"
"Are you tired?"
"It's okay. I was almost in the same rush when I was on a business trip before."
"I want to visit where my dad lives." Qin Yuhuan took out his phone, entered the destination, and showed the navigation to Ziyi. "It's not far. It will only take ten minutes to drive there. You..."
She was a little hesitant. It had been a 20-hour drive, and Ziyi had driven one-third of it. She hadn't slept, and Ziyi had almost been with her through it all.
"Tomorrow..."
Qin Yuhuan gave up the idea, but Ziyi helped her stand up and said, "Let's go, ask your brother for a spare key or we can just stay in a hotel outside."
Qin Yuhuan was a little slow to react. Ever since Qin Changping's accident, her thinking had been sometimes fast and sometimes slow. As soon as she stopped, her mind was almost swallowed up by the past, leaving her unable to think about anything else.
Family matters and parents' matters are the most difficult to bear careful thought. The more Qin Yuhuan thinks about them, the more heartbreaking details he can recall.
Ziyi asked Qin Jiadong for a key. Qin Jiadong didn't know what to say to a guest like Ziyi, so he just asked them to come back early after looking around.
We followed the navigation all the way to our destination. It was dark, but there were still many people on the road. It was obvious that Qin Changping lived in a bustling area.
"This house was said to be in a good location, with a park, police station, vegetable market, and supermarket nearby."
This was the first time Qin Yuhuan had come to the house since they bought it, but Qin Changping had given her the address, and she had looked at the surrounding area on the navigation before agreeing.
When the two of them stood at the door, Qin Yuhuan suddenly remembered that she didn't have the key to the house.
"I'll go get a locksmith. There's one over there. Wait here."
Qin Yuhuan nodded, hesitated for a few seconds, and called out to Ziyi after she had walked a few steps out, "Xiaozi, are you afraid?"
Ziyi was puzzled, thinking that Qin Yuhuan was afraid to stay alone, but she heard Qin Yuhuan explain again, "My father passed away at home, you...if you are afraid..."
"I'm not afraid of this. If you are afraid, why don't you come with me?"
Ziyi is indeed not afraid. Speaking of death, she herself has died once.
Qin Yuhuan shook his head, "I'm not afraid, that's my father."
Ziyi went back and opened her arms to embrace Qin Yuhuan. "I'll be back soon."
Feeling the person in her arms hum softly, she trotted all the way to the lock shop. The young owner of the lock shop came over and took a look. He was not very happy at first, but since Ziyi and Qin Yuhuan were both willing to give their ID cards as collateral, and Ziyi gave a lot, he agreed reluctantly.
"This grandpa always passed by my house with a big kettle in his hand, so cheerful," the young shopkeeper sighed. "He's a very nice and friendly person. I never thought something like this would happen to him."
"Really? Is he always cheerful?"
Qin Yuhuan was stunned when he heard the news about his father from a stranger, then he breathed a sigh of relief, "That's good too."
After the boss changed the lock and handed the new keys to the two people, Qin Yuhuan stood in front of the old reddish-brown door for a long time and did not dare to push it open.
"Ziyi, you know what? I thought my dad was unhappy these past three years, too. Every time he called me, he'd just complain about how the aunts ignored him, how they didn't visit him during the holidays, and how my uncle bullied him. Or maybe he'd go back to Licheng for revenge and file a lawsuit."
In short, nothing good happened.
"I thought we were all hurt and healing, but it turns out that's not the case. It turns out my dad is happy, and I'm just a trash can for my parents' negativity. Whether it's my dad or my mom, all they pass on to me is how unhappy they are."
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