What happened was that at noon, the guests were busy eating, watching the fun, and there were only one or two people keeping vigil.
The most important thing about funeral arrangements is issuing an obituary.
The deceased's date of birth and death, resume, life achievements, and the names of his sons, nephews, and grandsons within the five degrees of mourning should be written down, pasted on a rectangular wooden board, and placed outside the door for people to see and understand.
There must have been a lot of people coming to pay their respects to Director Gu and attend his burial.
Obituaries are particularly important.
So the person who took the initiative to take on this job was the old father of the director of the second workshop.
He is over 70 years old, but has white hair and a youthful face. I heard that he was a scholar when he was young.
The old man is wearing reading glasses, biting the brush, and thinking about how to start writing.
When the light gathered by the magnifying glass burned the satin and fur, and the flames burned Gu Jianmin's skin, the man opened his eyes.
The old man was not satisfied with the beginning, so he threw away the paper ball, dipped it in ink and started writing again.
Director Gu had just woken up and his consciousness was still a little fuzzy. He looked around carefully and found that he was surrounded by paper money and wreaths.
The scent of candles kept coming into my nostrils.
He wanted to open his mouth to call for help, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he almost choked to death on a coin, and his hand was busy trying to pick the coin out of his throat.
As soon as he raised his arm, countless hard dough cakes hit his face.
If it had been an hour ago, someone would have noticed his situation.
But at this moment, there was only an old man around who had his back to him and was racking his brains to write something.
Dear comrades, Comrade Gu Jianmin of our factory died in an accident at the age of 49.
The green mountains shed tears, the sky mourns, he dedicated his glorious life to the revolution and the national timber industry..."
The fire spots on the clothes grew bigger and bigger, and bits of fire fell on the straw on the ground, and the smoke gradually grew thicker.
Director Gu wanted to run away. When he stood up and was about to go down, he didn't realize that his feet were still tied with hemp ropes, and he fell to the ground with a thud.
The loud noise alerted the old man.
He was inspired and wrote quickly on the paper.
"Your teachings are like a wake-up call, leaving us with endless thoughts and memories..."
The old man pushed his reading glasses and vaguely smelled something burning. He was inspired and wrote as if inspired by God.
"The stars will always shine, may the deceased rest in peace. Recalling the past, your voice, smile and appearance are still vivid in my mind. Your figure in the firelight, your fearless spirit, ah ah ah..."
The old man realized something was wrong when he smelled the increasingly strong burning smell.
I turned around suddenly and saw that the factory director, who had been dead for a day and was supposed to be put into the coffin tonight, suddenly came back to life in the fire!
Even though he had lived for over seventy years and had seen many strange things, he still couldn't understand what he was seeing.
Director Gu looked like a normal person except that he couldn't walk. He was jumping towards him.
On fire, unable to walk, the word "corpse" suddenly exploded in my head.
The old man escaped at a speed inconsistent with his age, and shouted to everyone he met that he was dead.
How could he know that the reason Director Gu was jumping around was because his feet were tied with hemp rope.
The sound and the firelight attracted a lot of people. They rushed in and saw that he was resurrected from the dead, and naturally the situation became chaotic.
At this time, Gu Chaoyi had just returned from outside and was caught before he even entered the alley.
The man was crying and laughing, and his words were incoherent. It took her a long time to understand what he said.
Her father is alive!
To be honest, after the accident, she fantasized more than once, thinking that this was a dream, and when she woke up, her father was still alive and she had someone to protect her.
But how can a dead person be resurrected?
But more and more people came out and said the same thing.
At this point, the girl was already wondering if she was too sad and had lost her mind.
But when the human brain is in a shutdown phase, actions are faster than reason. People throw away everything in their hands and run back to the yard like a flash.
Come in and take a look.
Standing in the middle of the yard at this moment, weak but still with a gentle smile on his face, who else could it be but her father?
The pain of her bitten lip made her realize that this was not a dream.
His father is really alive!
The disguised strength was broken, and Gu Chaoyi squatted down and burst into tears.
The neighbors in the yard who were originally happy for them, now wiped away their tears when they saw her true feelings.
The best thing in the world is to get back what you lost, right?
At this time, the magnifying glass with Wei Lingdong's name engraved on the handle was also turned out.
Combined with the fact that the mourning hall was on fire and Director Gu woke up, is there anything you don’t understand?
………
Sangzhi understood everything and looked at the little brat. Wei Lingdong anxiously rummaged through his schoolbag, and sure enough, his magnifying glass was gone.
What is going on?
No matter how naughty he was, it was impossible for him to cause trouble by messing up other people's funerals.
Faced with the accusation, he hurriedly shook his head.
Sangzhi believed him. Not to mention that he didn't have the time and motive to commit the crime, based on the kid's IQ, he couldn't have come up with this trick.
From the corner of her eye, she saw Sang Yun's expression, which showed that he was not surprised at all and wanted to die with her. How could she not understand what was going on?
But the most important thing now is not to find out the truth.
I have to go see if the funeral home can help.
As she was leaving, people from the Public Security Bureau and the Security Department were carrying the mother and daughter out.
Liu Meili's legs were weak, her body was stiff, and there was a suspicious mark on her pants. She was so scared that she felt like she was being dragged away.
He was still begging for mercy when he got to Sangzhi.
"Sangzhi, I can't pay back the sins I've committed in this life, but your cousin Weiguo is innocent, can you please let him go?
You can take over the house, but leave him a place to live, even if it means sleeping on the floor.
His household registration is at the timber mill. If you move him out, what will happen to him in the future? He is only ten years old and cannot go without school! "
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