The next day, Linan Municipal Funeral Home called Zheng Siqi. At that time, Zheng Siqi was preparing a PPT lesson plan for the afternoon, the theme of which was Lu Yao's "Life". The director of the funeral home cut the complicated and simplified on the phone, and made things simple and detailed.
The funeral home's ashes storage room will be fully renovated in May this year, and ashes that have been stored for more than five years need to be moved to temporary storage. Your wife's ashes are in the list, please come here quickly and sign a relevant formalities.
Zheng Siqi hung up the phone, took off his glasses, and leaned on the seat back. He lifted the pen back and forth twice in his hand, and then squinted at the small desk calendar on the table. There is no class from 9:30 to 12:00, so let's go.
More than five years.
When Li Mihan died, he was very young and died prematurely. Just two years after she gave birth to Zheng Yu, she had a car accident during a group outing organized by the unit. He lost his life without warning, giving Zheng Siqi almost no time to react.
Zheng Siqi and Li Mihan were actually known by others who said that the matchmaker La Xianer knew each other.
Li Mihan's uncle was in a research group with the original Zheng Hanweng and worked together for many years in the Linan Museum. When the two got close, they wanted to kiss each other. Among them, relatives pulled the strings together and coaxed together, forcing the two to know each other for only a few months, and they loosened their minds about getting married.
Similar to many of the usual process marriages of the moment. They work separately, eat and live together, communicate and negotiate, hug and make love in a calm and calm voice, but it is difficult to wear home clothes, wear slippers, press the road with ten fingers, or go shopping in the supermarket.
It's not that I don't love it, it's that I don't love it enough.
Or just akin to love.
Li Mihan died, and Zheng Siqi held Zheng Yu in his arms, as if he had lost his soul, and was at a loss for three days. Li Mihan's life that came to an abrupt end, her family, her own life, her own family, and the life of Zheng Yu, who was only an arm's length in her arms. The responsibilities that he should and must bear suddenly weigh so much that he still doesn't know what posture to use to carry them.
How can I carry it on my back without pain.
After staggering across the river by feeling the stones for a few years, Zheng Yu went to elementary school, and he would be able to appear more handy. Zheng Siqi no longer falls in love and gets married easily. On the one hand, he is afraid that he will not find the feeling of loving someone in the next marriage, and he is also afraid of delaying the other person's life.
Li Mihan's family concept is particularly traditional. The ancients used to say that young deaths are not buried, women are not buried before their husbands, and violent deaths are not buried. Li Mihan said that all three are involved, and her parents just want to keep these conservative rules and regulations.
Furthermore, Linan's cemetery resources have been extremely scarce in recent years, almost an inch of land and an inch of gold. Many cemeteries in the city are already saturated, and it is really difficult to find a cemetery with good feng shui, suitable distance, and not a high price.
Zheng Siyi proposed to let Zheng Siyi bury Li Mihan in a neighboring city the year before, but Zheng Siqi did not agree. He was thinking that no matter whether Zheng Yu had the recognition that Li Mihan was his mother when he grew up, he wanted a mother who could stay with her children to visit and chat at any time.
No matter whether they have never met or are unfamiliar, it is better than forcibly erasing such an eternal identity from Zheng Yu's life as if he was stealing the bell.
Linan responded to the arrival of the solar term of rain, and it was raining a little.
Zheng Siqi parked his car outside the door of the funeral home, and when he got down, he almost kicked over a bucket of half-opened yellow chrysanthemums placed at the door of the shop. Busy nodded and apologized to the boss who was covering the paper money with plastic sheets to avoid rain.
There was probably someone doing a memorial ceremony in the museum, there was a faint mourning, and a group of people were mourning indistinctly. The rain suddenly has the meaning of Qingming season in advance.
The storage room is at the top of the hall, next to the designated area for burning paper money. I don't know if it is afraid of fire. In front of the door, a large lotus pond has been chiseled, and the water is clear and there are fish. No one came in the morning, the ashes storage hall was quiet and deserted, and there was a cool breeze going back and forth.
The executive director of the storage room politely poured Zheng Siqi a cup of hot water, turned around and placed a stack of printed documents in the portfolio on the table in front of him. A very small move, but the public office always has to list the details, both as if for the sake of others, but also as if they are afraid of spreading the responsibility.
"Is it here? Signing is enough?" Zheng Siqi took a closer look, pointed to the blank space in the corner and asked.
The director smiled, "Oh yes, sign your name in duplicate. You keep one copy for yourself, and we will keep another copy in the museum."
Zheng Siqi nodded, took the pen in the other's hand, and neatly marked his name. However, the nib of the pen is a bit astringent, and it is not very smooth. When the pen is collected, a small hole is cut in the paper.
"Sorry, I broke it." Zheng Siqi smiled apologetically.
"It doesn't matter. Sir, your handwriting is very beautiful, do you usually do desk work?" The director asked curiously while holding the list.
"Thank you." Zheng Siqi took a sip of water, "Being a teacher, writing on the blackboard and taking notes should always be written."
"Huh? Are you a high school teacher?"
"No, university teacher." Zheng Siqi continued to answer.
"Oh, university teacher! Can you take the liberty to ask which university it is?"
"Linan University." The provincial counterpart asked again, and Zheng Siqi finished, "Teaching humanities at the new campus."
After the director heard this, his eyes were filled with undisguised admiration and admiration for a moment. When Zheng Siqi was looked at by him like this, he felt very happy and helpless.
Many elderly people in the world still have a respect and admiration for their teachers or doctors that are different from ordinary people.
Good is good, but often too much. Zheng Siqi has always felt that no matter what occupation or social status, everything is the same. Noble and inferior people always look at their essence through appearance, and they will never be classified as superior or inferior because of their status.
"That Mr. Zheng."
Before thanking him and leaving, the director stopped Zheng Siqi.
"Do you have anything else?"
The director frowned, "That's right, our museum has been expanding in recent years. Originally there were only more than 50,000 storage spaces, and now it has increased to about 90,000, but now there are only about 10,000 vacancies left. It’s nearly saturated. Only about 4,000 ashes are moved out every year.”
Zheng Siqi listened to him and pushed his glasses.
"We will mention this to every person who comes to sign the procedures, and it is not aimed at you alone. It is not easy to buy the Linan cemetery now, and the price is too high. We all know that. Our museum now hopes that qualified citizens will find a suitable If resources can be moved out, it is best to move out as much as possible.”
After finishing speaking, the director smiled politely and stroked his hair, "That's it."
Zheng Siqi thought for a while and asked him, "Do you have any good advice on the location of the burial?"
"Ah, wait a moment, I'll check it for you." The director pressed his palm, turned and walked to the computer on the desk, tapped the keyboard, and clicked the mouse, "The cemetery in the city is probably... there is none left."
He narrowed his eyes and clicked the mouse again, "If you want it, you can probably only consider the counties and towns below the city. Ah, including the current Lu'er Town." The director pointed to the screen, "The towns below Lu'er are now The government is opening up, including the Yuyu land near Luer Mountain. In recent years, the government or private individuals will have development actions. Including Langxi and Mingyuan, there are likely to be demolished.”
The director raised his head, "You can pay attention to these places. Before the newly opened cemetery became popular, the price was relatively normal, but it may have to be robbed by internal relations. You should think about it."
Zheng Siqi took two steps forward, "Really? Lang Xi... "
Qiao Fengtian has not been sad for many years, what should he burn tomorrow. I'm used to being alone. Usually, it's a lot of work to make a bowl of noodles and eggs and ham. Now that I have a growing child, I have to carefully consider the meat, vegetables and taste.
Qiao Fengtian kept the river prawns bought from the evening show in the basin of the pool, watching them jumping around in the water, afraid of running away, before going to the store to open the door, he buckled another big iron basin. on top.
At noon, I was in a hurry to pick up the little five sons home. After washing my hands, I forgot to understand the half-length apron and hurriedly walked out. Du Dongti slipped the buckle and pulled him back, "Hey, stupid, your nephew won't die from starvation for a while, so why don't you go dressed as a chef?"
Qiao Fengtian put his hands behind his back, took off his apron, turned around and covered his bald head, "wash your head."
"Bring an umbrella!"
"Well, take it."
It was raining and I couldn't borrow a telecommunications bicycle, so I had to walk. I was afraid that the little five would be late, so I took a little trot and stepped on the small puddles on the road to splash water and wet the legs of my jeans. .
I took the umbrella from the store and didn't look at it when I left. It was Li Li who left it behind. The whole body is pink and purple, and there are also broken flowers, and another beige lace edge is rolled around. No matter how Qiao Fengtian fights, he feels uncomfortable all over, and he feels that others are looking at him more and more like a bitch.
Stopped by a pagoda tree, I was hesitant to put away the umbrella and go in the rain. Anyway, it was thin and not big. As soon as he looked up, he saw that Xiao Wuzi was leading a short little man in his direction. On the narrow sidewalk, the two of them were wearing a small flower umbrella with ears. There are many other students around.
"Little five sons."
Qiao Fengtian didn't care about the umbrella or not, and took two steps to meet him, "Why did you go back first? Don't you want to wait at the door?" He lowered his head and looked at the pair of pink rain boots beside him, "Who is this? Are you going to take it back?"
Qiao Fengtian gently lifted the edge of the flower umbrella, and saw Zheng Yu's round, shy face below.
"Jujube?"
Isn't this Zheng Siqi's baby girl? His tall stature, thin glasses and champagne-colored Volvo came to mind for a moment.
Xiao Wuzi closed his schoolbag, reached out to hold Qiao Fengtiandi's palm, and looked up at him, "This is my deskmate."
Qiao Fengtian blinked, and after a long pause, he squatted down in front of her, "You're Zheng Yu. I heard your father always calling you Za'er Zao'er, but I don't even know your name."
If you knew it, you would have known it earlier.
"It's brother, no, uncle!" Zheng Yu laughed on tiptoe, reaching out to touch Qiao Fengtian's bangs, "Uncle Qiao's hair is different from last time."
Qiao Fengtian lowered his head and let her touch, "It's faded a bit, it's not as good as it started."
Xiao Wuzi stood aside, looking at the familiar interaction between the two, with a blank expression on his face, "Uncle..."
Only then did Qiao Fengtian remember, and turned to look at Xiao Wuzi.
"Why did you bring her back." He pointed at Zheng Yu again, "Won't your father pick you up from school?"
Zheng Yu's heart was full of Qiao Fengtian's hair. He leaned forward and took a lock of his to wrap it around his fingertips. "Dad has to work, so he doesn't come to pick me up at noon. I'll have a small dinner table. I think..." Bowing his head again, Qiao Fengtian saw that she was getting closer, so he half-circled her.
She murmured coyly, "I think..."
"Well? What do you want?"
Qiao Fengtian saw that his braids were tall and short, thick and thin, and he had completely abandoned symmetry. Feeling embarrassed, he reached out and twisted her broken hair for her.
"She said she wanted to come to our house for dinner and didn't want to eat a small table!"
Seeing that the uncle and the children next to him were getting close together, the little five children felt sour for no reason. After pondering for a while, he hurriedly shouted to win back Qiao Fengtian's attention.