The rural daughter-in-law of the bank president

Chapter 658 You are a doctor, not a god

Lele took three incense sticks, lit them, and then took some paper money and lit them.

Mo Yuan suddenly stood up and stepped back.

Lele protected Lingxi. Lingxi was young and didn't understand the danger. She blinked her eyes and watched the paper in the brazier burn out bit by bit. The charcoal black rose with the wind and floated into the air.

Mo Yuan was a little disgusted. He patted the dirt off his knees and asked again, "Mommy, where is Grandpa?"

Lele kowtowed and pulled Moyuan over, "Come, grandpa is over there, kowtow to him first."

Mo Yuan imitated Lele's behavior, knelt down again, and kowtowed three times as if nodding.

Lingxi followed suit.

Lele stood up and stepped back with the two children.

Then he chatted with Mo Yuan, "Mo Yuan, do you still remember "The Lion King"?

Mo Yuan shook his head. Le Le touched Mo Yuan's head and said softly, "The human body is like a machine. As you get older, the parts will age until they become useless.

Grandpa's body parts have aged and are no longer usable, so he has to change into another form—existence."

Mo Yuan seemed to understand, "So, grandpa didn't leave us?"

Lele nodded. "His body has left us, but grandpa may have turned into the spring drizzle, summer dew, autumn wind or winter fire. As long as we miss him, he may be by our side."

After a pause, Lele continued, "Grandpa will not leave us. As long as we remember him, he will not leave."

Mo Yuan nodded, opened his eyes wide and sighed: "I thought he went to heaven!"

Lele burst into laughter and said, "Yes, his body has gone to heaven."

"Will he turn into a star?" Mo Yuan asked again.

"Yes, we'll find out at night which star he turned into." Lele replied.

"Then what are you doing now?" Mo Yuan looked at the mourning hall with a puzzled look on his face.

Lele thought for a moment and said, "Let's hold a ceremony to commemorate Grandpa together."

Mo Yuan tried to run to the mourning hall, but was stopped by Lele. "Go and comfort grandma. She has been very sad these days."

Lin Xianglan was still talking to Zhang Guixiang. Lele handed the two children to Wei Qifeng and watched them go upstairs.

Lele didn't go up. In such an occasion, even though they were close relatives, he still had to say clichés over and over again, which made his mother uncomfortable.

Lele and Zhaodi returned to the coffin.

The old men and women from the same community watched the excitement from afar.

Even in the county town, neighbors are not very familiar with each other. Except for Zhaodi and Su Qingyuan's friends, the others are just acquaintances and familiar faces.

When the weather is hot, cicadas chirp happily.

There were a few old people sitting under a tree in the distance, chatting in whispers.

He was fanning himself with a palm-leaf fan and talking loudly.

"I heard that the old man only has two girls!"

"Girls, who will carry the coffin?"

"I heard one of them is a doctor! Tsk tsk tsk, a doctor, and he made me die in the hospital..."

"I heard he died shortly after arriving at the hospital..."

Lele was feeling a little dizzy at first, and the words became more and more harsh. Zhaodi's crying became louder. Lele tilted his head and looked, and saw Zhaodi crawling on the ground.

Lele stood up without hesitation, and walked towards the old ladies with a cold face and a fierce look.

When the old ladies saw this, they panicked, stood up, grabbed a small stool, and limped into the apartment building.

Lele stood there for a while, and when he saw that the person had disappeared, he returned to the coffin, helped his sister up, and comforted her, "Don't listen to those nagging words. You are a doctor, not a god."

Zhaodi was already feeling a little guilty, and she was very sad when someone said that.

"We know Dad's illness best, so it's not their place to say anything," Lele said again.

Zhaodi stopped crying and sighed.

Lin Xianglan and the others chatted for about half an hour, then came down, said goodbye to Lele, and took the children to the hotel. They would stay until tomorrow.

Zhang Guixiang saw them off to the gate of the community, then walked back to Chang Jinbao's spirit, burned some paper, and murmured, "Our Mo Yuan is so smart. He told me jokes that made me laugh the whole time. You, old man, can't even hear them..."

Zhang Guixiang just sighed and said a few words. Lele and Zhaodi helped her up and she went upstairs by herself.

In the afternoon, the Taoist priest began to perform a ritual that would last for two hours, and there would be another one in the evening.

Lele was drowsy and did whatever she was asked to do mechanically.

Su Qingyuan only slept for three or four hours in the morning and started to get busy again before nine o'clock.

In the evening, arrangements had to be made for the burial in the early morning of the next day. After the Taoist priest finished the ritual, Lele and Zhaodi returned to the house.

Zhang Guixiang was also sitting in the living room. There were her aunts and sisters-in-law from the same village in the room. They helped prepare meals and were now free, so they sat down and chatted.

"Although they are two daughters, they really married two good sons-in-law. They are more filial than sons."

"Tsk, that's right. Xiao Su is fine, but look at Xiao Wei, a rich young master, he's not vague at all."

Zhang Guixiang, though not in a good mood, was smiling and no longer crying. "Yes, two good girls and two good sons-in-law."

Lele and Zhaodi nodded to the elders and went into the room. Zhaodi said, "Go to bed quickly. We have to leave at three o'clock tomorrow morning."

The two of them slept in one bed. Fatigue took over them, and they said nothing more and fell asleep quickly.

At around two o'clock in the morning, they got up, put on mourning clothes, and went downstairs.

Su Qingyuan, Wei Wuya, and his cousin were preparing to carry Chang Jinbao from the refrigerated coffin into the nanmu coffin.

Lele was suddenly heartbroken and rushed over to see his father for the last time.

The aunt next to him was quick to stop the person and said, "Le Le, don't watch it anymore."

Zhaodi also came over and held Lele, who burst into tears, "I want to take a look! Just one look!"

My aunt didn't let go and reminded me, "Wait a minute, carry him into the coffin, then you can take a look."

The funeral clothes were tightly worn and the lights were dim. Lele watched as a group of people carried his father from the refrigerated coffin into the coffin.

Aunt let go, and Zhaodi and Lele stepped forward together.

The coffin was dark. Lele glanced around and saw a purple face. Blood was flowing from his eyes, nose, mouth...

Lele was stunned, and Zhaodi immediately pulled Lele away.

The Taoist priest worked very quickly. The coffin lid was quickly pushed up and closed, and then the coffin was sealed with a clanging sound.

Lele was stunned for a while, and sadness came over him even more violently. It was impossible to imagine such a tragic scene without seeing it with one's own eyes.

Lele is so sad. What kind of pain did Dad go through at the end of his life...

Lele cried so hard that his body became limp, and Zhaodi also burst into tears. The crying startled the wild cats and made them scream. The birds resting on the branches fluttered away, and the dogs in the village in the distance also barked one after another.

My aunt and my sister-in-law helped the two of them and stuffed them into the car driven by my cousin.

Su Qingyuan and Wei Wuya led the team, holding the "leading banner" and sitting in the hearse.

There was a truck following behind, with a suona band sitting on it playing music, and there were also people who were responsible for distributing paper money.