Crazy Psychologist

"What to draw?"

Muchun stepped forward.

If this kid hadn't been stupid, Ding Jiajun's behavior would have been kicked out by his family long ago.

I saw Ding Jiajun painting quickly one stroke at a time. In less than ten minutes, he completed a very, very moving portrait of Zhang Fengling.

"This is?"

Lao Qian walked in.

"photo?"

"No, it's a portrait. He just painted it."

"You're not talking about him"

Just as Lao Qian was about to say something, Muchun shouted, "Let me change her coat."

"snort."

Lao Qian still wanted to mutter, thinking that relatives and neighbors would come soon, and there was nothing he could do if the photos hadn't arrived yet, so he could only go downstairs to see if Xiao Zhang had arrived.

After waiting for five minutes, Xiao Zhang came downstairs with two flower baskets.

"Quickly, go back and get the portrait. I didn't get the portrait."

"What? Oh, okay."

This is not the first time that Xiao Zhang has hurried back to get the portrait. I don’t know what happened to this thing. It should be the last thing to forget, but it is often forgotten.

Xiao Zhang rushed to the store, searched for a long time, and finally found Zhang Fengling's photo. However, because he was anxious, he accidentally dropped the photo frame on the ground and was stepped on by a black dog who came out of nowhere. Everything was covered in mud. .

Too bad it didn't go well.

Xiao Zhang leaned over to pick up the photo and called Liu Mei for help. He wiped it with paper for a long time but couldn't wipe it clean.

"It doesn't work anymore."

Liu Mei said simply.

"What should we do?" Xiao Zhang was anxious.

"Call Lao Qian and ask the store to print another one." Liu Mei said calmly.

"Can't print."

Lao Qian said to Liu Mei on the other end of the phone.

"Why can't it be printed? Hasn't this happened before? I'll ask Boss Qiu to print another one and send it over. You can send me the name."

"Boss Qiu went back to his hometown to help collect grapefruits. He printed them for me before leaving this morning."

"That's okay, just bring the photo and print another one."

"That's the problem. His stupid son deleted the photos, saying that the phone's storage was not enough. In order to play games, he deleted all the photos. None of them are gone."

"What? There's not a single photo? It's okay if you were young, or if you don't have recent photos, just process them. Can't find any? Where are the other family members?"

"It's not that you don't know, Zhang Fengling, it's hard to have any family. After suffering for so many years, death is considered a rest. Living is just taking care of this child. I have never enjoyed any blessings in my life. Now the clothes on my body are all It's dirty, Xiaochun is cleaning it up for her a little bit. Ask Xiao Zhang to bring a photo frame and some white paper."

"Then there won't be any photos, right? What should we do now?"

Before Liu Mei finished asking, Lao Qian hung up the phone.

Zhang Fengling's sister and brother-in-law walked up to the sixth floor and looked like parents when they entered. Lao Qian said politely, "Everything has been arranged. The funeral home will be there in twenty minutes."

Zhang Fengli thanked Lao Qian and gave him a pack of cigarettes.

Lao Qian thanked him and took it. In fact, Lao Qian didn't smoke, but he would light one or two cigarettes every time he had work. Xiao Zhang secretly told Mu Chun that this was so that the client could give him a few packs of cigarettes, so he just threw them away. Exchange money in a small shop.

Old money is just a bunch of money.

The memorial tablet, chanting machine, mourning hall cloth, an incense burner, a small wreath, couplet paper, black balls, black gauze, belt, head flowers, and small yellow flowers are all here. The mourning hall has also been decorated. Zhang Fengli looked at the photos and didn’t say anything. What.

Mainly because she wanted to see her sister in the bedroom.

After complaining about why the room was so sloppy and messy, I stopped complaining and waited for the funeral company to pick me up.

Xiao Zhang asked Lao Qian what to do with the photo frame, and Lao Qian asked Ding Jiajun to tear off the painting and put it in the photo frame.

What a wonderful idea.

Although it was a little smaller, Lao Qian's trick of letting Xiao Zhang bring white paper was really clever. The white paper was placed under the drawing paper, stacked and pressed into the photo frame. It was perfect.

When the neighbors were paying their respects, they all said that Zhang Fengling looked so beautiful and peaceful in this picture.

Muchun looked at it for a long time and felt that Zhang Fengling in the photo frame gave people a very gentle and calm feeling, as if no matter what she was like in life, she was calm and gentle now.

How come you feel like this?

Is it because Ding Jiajun’s painting skills are superior to others?

A master is a master after all.

Muchun shook his head.

When it was time for Zhang Mingyou to pay homage, the child acted foolishly and refused to kneel down or offer incense to his mother.

Zhang Fengli couldn't stand it anymore and scolded the child for being useless. If it hadn't been for him, her sister wouldn't have gotten this disease so early, let alone died at this age.

The whole family originally hated Zhang Mingyou, but fortunately the child was not noisy and always played quietly on his mobile phone.

It's fine now. I was clamoring to finish playing games in the bedroom, but refused to put down my phone and go to the living room.

Lao Qian has seen too many things, but to persuade a child who doesn't want to offer incense to his mother, Lao Qian has never done this kind of thing.

At this time, Ding Jiajun suddenly appeared in front of the mourning hall and began to cry silently. He cried so sadly that others thought he was the man of the house and it was his wife who died.

When the funeral parlor comes to pick up people, Ding Jiajun wants to go with the car. When the body is transported to the funeral parlor, he can take two to three family members with him in the car. The main tasks are to follow him to the business office of the funeral parlor, hand over the death certificate, purchase the urn, and collect the corpse. Cremation certificate, complete payment and other formalities.

These tasks are usually completed by family members, but Lao Qian will also help when family members are unable to complete them. In this family, Lao Qian went to the community hospital to get a death certificate, and then waited for Muchun to come, and then they came here to decorate the mourning hall and wait for the funeral home's car.

Lao Qian had another family to run to in the afternoon. When Muchun suggested that they come with the car to apply for cremation certificates and other matters, Lao Qian agreed.

"That sister really thinks it's best to leave everything alone, and she still holds on to the money."

Lao Qian quietly said to Muchun, "Pick the more expensive things and don't scrimp."

"ah?"

Muchun nodded and took Ding Jiajun into the car.

Ding Jiajun said nothing along the way. The body had been hidden from view, but Ding Jiajun looked at Zhang Fengling silently, as if in mourning.

"Next we have to choose the urn and apply for the cremation certificate. If it's quick, the memorial service will be held tomorrow or the day after tomorrow."

"Well, okay, memorial service."

"I have a question."

Muchun said.

"Zhang Fengling has his eyes closed. How could you draw that picture with his eyes open?"

"Really? What I saw was that his eyes were open."

There was a dark breeze blowing in the car, and everyone felt a little weird.

Originally, the driver who drove this kind of car was also a very unsuperstitious person with a very high psychological quality, but now, everyone felt a little uncomfortable.