The hall where the farewell ceremony of the funeral home in Zizhou City held, the heads were shaking, and the elixir was shaking

The Cultural Bureau is Bai Bingyan's unit. She was a section chief during her lifetime, but she had a good relationship with several directors and deputy directors. More importantly, Director Zhao of the Cultural Bureau received a call from Deputy Mayor Cui, who was in charge of the cultural education and health department, and expressed concern for Bai Bingyan's unfortunate accident in a car accident, and hoped that he could convey his grief.

Director Zhao went to find out and only found out that Mayor Cui's daughter and Section Chief Bai's daughter were in No. 7 Middle School, so they should know each other. No matter what, Director Zhao knew Bai Bingyan and had a good impression of her, so he gave a wreath in his personal name and called the trade union chairman to ask her to cooperate with her. Although Director Zhao did not come in person, the two deputy directors of the Cultural Bureau, including the female deputy director who was the best friend of Bai Bingyan, almost all came out. On the Education Bureau, from Secretary Zhang, Director Kong, several bureau-level leaders personally gave wreaths, which surprised those who underestimated Ni Jianguo. I don't know that his relationship is so deep.

According to the arranged procedures, when entering the door, there are three exquisite booklets on the table, which are used for leaving names and messages, so you can write something to express your condolences. The eleven o'clock ceremony officially begins, and there will be short speeches and condolences. Then, those attending the farewell ceremony have the opportunity to express their condolences to their families. There is a reserved seat in the nearby restaurant at noon, and those who are willing to attend can go over for lunch. After lunch, relatives at home will send Bai Bingyan on their last journey and go to the crematorium next to them for cremation.

Bai Bingyan lay in a huge coffin. It seemed a bit delicate. The coffin was decorated with white flowers around it, and then the yellow flowers and standing pine techniques were taken out. Behind is an enlarged photo, which was about a photo of her who had just born Ni Shang in her thirties. She smiled cleverly, was dignified and beautiful, and was in the best time of her life.

In front of the coffin, there was a row of small wreaths. Unable to get rid of the tradition of being an official in China, the wreaths of Deputy Mayor Cui’s family were placed in the center, next to them were Director Kong of Education Bureau and Director Zhao of Culture Bureau. Next to them were direct relatives, friends, and colleagues of the unit. Because there were too many wreaths, most of them were collected.

Ni Shang, Ni Jianguo, and two uncles stood in the lower right of the platform. The clock pointed to eleven o'clock. The crowd slowly gathered and quieted down. Except for Ni Shang's parents' colleagues, leaders, friends and classmates, Ni Shang's good friends, Lin Mo, Zhang Xiaowei, Cui Ling, Wen Ningcui, Xue Jingjing, Chu Mingyang, Zhuo Xue and others were all standing in the crowd. On both sides of Lin Mo, Wu Siyi, who was flying from Yangcheng, and Wu Yin, who sent her mother and brother home in advance, flew back from the South Island, had a solemn expression on her face and a little sadness.

The ceremonial master announced the beginning of the ceremony, and everyone observed a minute of silence.

Then it was time to give a speech. The first person to come to power was inevitably the leader of Bai Bingyan's unit. Ni Shang invited the deputy director of the aunt whom he had been with his mother. It seemed that it was a righteous choice. Her expression was sincere and sad, and there was less official voice in her words, which made people feel sincere sorrow.

Standing in the crowd, Lin Mo looked around but couldn't see Jiang Zhihan's figure. She turned to look at Wu Yin, and Wu Yin shook her head. She said that she didn't know where he was.

At this time, Jiang Zhihan was sitting in the car, next to him was a middle-aged woman with four concubines and ten-year-old concubines sitting, and a small wreath was placed in front of his knees.

When the car arrived in front of the funeral home, Jiang Zhihan picked up the wreath and jumped out of the car with a quick glance. The middle-aged woman followed him down. The two hurriedly rushed to Hall No. 1.

When we arrived at Hall 1, the deputy director's speech came to an end, and there was a soft sob in the crowd.

After finishing her speech, the deputy director wiped the corners of his eyes and walked off the stage. The emcee walked onto the stage, turned his head to look at Ni Shang below, waiting for her to instruct who the next person to speak.

Ni Shang raised her head and saw Jiang Zhihan standing on tiptoe at the crowd at the end. She nodded to the host. Jiang Zhihan handed the wreath to the middle-aged woman. She held it carefully with both hands, walked to the front of the crowd step by step, put the wreath on the ground, and carefully sorted out the strap with the name written with her hands. The person in front looked over and saw that one of the unrecognizable foreign words on one side, but the other side was Chinese, which read: Beautiful Ms. Bai will be the eternal, may heaven witness your dance, Belinvsky, your most loyal.

The middle-aged woman walked onto the stage and looked back at the coffin. She wiped her tears, turned around, put on the microphone, and said, "My name is Sun Fengshan. I first met Bingyan thirty years ago. At that time, we learned ballet together.

At the end of the crowd, Jiang Zhihan lowered his head and said in his heart. Auntie, I finally found the former friend you called from Yancheng. Maybe she would like to recall your most beautiful and dream-filled years. You want to hear it. By the way, that old bald man was still cheating on food and drink in China, and I caught him and asked him to write you an elegy couplet. I know this is a bit stupid, but isn’t he your former idol? Oh, the once faint gold.

Among the things that pushed you off the cliff, maybe five points are the will of heaven and four points are the infidelity of your husband, but I can't escape the blame. I have nothing to justify and nothing to compensate you. This is a little stupid thing I can do. Also, I will do my best to take good care of her and redeem some sins. If you know the Spirit of Heaven, please bless her to be safe and happy for the rest of your life,

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Sun Fengshan's speech was over. She looked at the hundreds of people below the stage and said emotionally: "Bingyan, I want to tell you that I will remember you. I think many people will remember you, remember your beauty, your kindness, your dedication to your family, your youth, and of course your dancing. Not long ago, you called me, but I haven't received your call for you for a long time, it's been several years." You said, you finally went to see a performance by the Russian National Ballet. You said that you also met the idol in our minds back then, but unfortunately you have become a bald old man. You said that your daughter is so outstanding and beautiful. It is far more than ten boats and a hundred times that you were back then. Today I also saw that I brought a wreath sent by Belinvsky today. He said, I hope you can dance wonderfully and beautifully in heaven. This is also my blessing."

She bowed and stepped off the stage.

Next, the last person to give a speech today, Ni Shang's father declined the suggestion for the speech.

Ni Shang walked onto the stage wearing white flowers. There was no more difficult time in her dozens of speeches in her life. She pursed her lips and told herself to be strong.

Ni Shang said: "I" and my father, and our family, thank you all. Today I will send my mother's grandparents, uncles, aunts, and brothers and sisters on her last journey. I have nothing more to say." She turned her head and looked at the coffin affectionately, turned around and said seriously: Dad, take good care of herself, I will be a human being and do things like you taught me. I hope... you can be proud of me!",

Those who have organized weddings and weddings will know that all the complicated procedures and social events can easily make people exhausted and numb. Perhaps, this is also a way to escape sadness. There is an old saying that relatives or other people have already sang. This is actually nothing to do. There is a few people who can truly feel the sorrow of their closest relatives. Most people who come to attend the ceremony may have a slight sympathy. But you cannot expect them to feel your sorrow. On the contrary, you must thank them for being present in etiquette, talk to them in a scene, and talk about things you don’t want to talk about.

After every lively show, there is nothing but emptiness.

But if this is really what Bai Bingyan wants, whether it is Ni Shang or Jiang Zhihan, of course, she wouldn't mind some of the little troubles.

After lunch, we invited everyone to have dinner, and it was time to go to cremation in the afternoon. Jiang Zhihan, Wu Yin and Wu Siyi and others were left outside. This was the occasion for relatives at home. Lin Mo and Zhang Xiaowei were afraid that Ni Shang would be too sad, so they accompanied her from left to right. They went inside with their uncle, aunt, cousin.

Jiang Zhihan stood outside, feeling a little worried. He felt that time was passing very slowly. Perhaps Ni Jianguo was suffering more than him. For all three husbands, he was oppressed by two unforgettable emotions: regret and fear. Regret is beyond words. What he feared was that suddenly Bai Bingyan's friend would jump out and make everything he knew public.

You are the culprit of her death in a car accident! Ni Jianguo has been fantasizing about the arrival of that moment. At the beginning of the ceremony, when Ni Shang delivered a speech, when eating in the restaurant," he always felt that the man had calculated the opportunity and would jump out at a certain moment, but in the end he had nothing to live.

Maybe he was tortured by these two emotions and was going crazy. In the past few days, Ni Jianguo didn't say a word about everything Ni Shang decided. Jiang Zhihan often appeared near him, so he just looked indifferently without any objection.

Jiang Zhihan and others stood outside for no reason. Suddenly, people rushed out of chaos. It turned out that Ni Jianguo fainted on the spot during the cremation. After a group of people worked hard, they finally woke him up. When they saw that the weather was so hot and their bodies were very weak, they all said to show off and go home to rest.

Jiang Zhihan secretly glanced at Ni Shang. Her expression was a little dull, but her eyes were firm, and she held her father with one hand. She was already the one I was holding onto.

So, everyone parted ways in front of the crematorium. Lin Mo and Zhang Xiaowei accompanied Ni Shang and his daughter home, while Jiang Zhihan, Wu Yin and others went home by themselves. Jiang Zhihan, his uncle and his family had three or five other relatives, also prepared enough cars.

Ni Shang and his daughter stood on the steps and said goodbye to their relatives. Jiang Zhihan quietly pulled Lin Mo aside, gave a few instructions, and said, "Don't be too tired yourself. If you have anything to do, call my phone."

He looked at Ni Shang again from afar, and the girl immediately felt it. He met his gaze and nodded slightly tiredly. Jiang Zhihan clenched his left fist, made a gesture of cheering for her, turned around and told the driver to go home. In the past few days, he has been exhausted, and from physical to mentality, it seems that he has reached the limit.
Chapter completed!