morning.
Yantai County, northern suburbs.
The crematorium faces a mountain to the north, covering a large area, empty and windy.
It was Dong Xuebin’s first time here. He got a little lost when he drove there. He didn’t know where the venue for the chase meeting was. However, looking at the dozens of cars with county party committee and government license plates parked in the open space outside, he knew that they were not gone. Wrong place, there were not only Xie Huilan's car, but also cars owned by the leaders of the bureau and other departments directly under the county government, as well as the Huitian Township Police Station and several high-end cars with Beijing license plates, all of which were familiar brands.
finally reached!
It looks like the ceremony has already begun
Seeing so many cars, Dong Xuebin was very pleased. It seemed that his buddy was quite popular, and the funeral was very grand.
After getting out of the car, Dong Xuebin closed the car door and took two steps. He saw a staff member moving things in front of him and immediately stopped him, "Excuse me, buddy, and I want to ask something."
The man at the crematorium looked at him, "What's wrong?"
Dong Xuebin said: "I haven't seen it after searching for a long time. Where is my memorial service held?"
The man was stunned, as if he didn't hear clearly, "Whose memorial service are you talking about?"
"...Mine." Dong Xuebin felt a little awkward after saying that.
"your?"
The man at the crematorium glanced at him, turned around and left, obviously thinking that Dong Xuebin was crazy. Your memorial service? If you have already paid tribute, how can you still stand here and talk nonsense to me? He has been lying in the coffin for a long time. Are you sick? I'm busy here, so I don't have time to talk to you. He has been working in the crematorium for more than ten years. Who hasn't seen him ask for directions or find trouble? But even though he was so well-informed, he had never heard of anyone coming to ask him about the host of his memorial service. It was so strange that there were so many people.
"Hey, I'm asking you." Dong Xuebin called him from behind, "Where is the memorial hall?"
The man didn't turn around and said, "I don't know."
Dong Xuebin was annoyed. He was in a hurry to see his mother and the others. He couldn't wait to fly over the next moment. "Hey, what's going on with you? What's your work attitude?"
The man paused and seemed annoyed. He turned around and glared at him fiercely, "Do you know what place this is? Ah? It's a crematorium! It's a sacred place! Are you still yelling at me? You've been here all this time. I'm attending someone else's funeral and cremation! Where can I watch my own cremation? Many county leaders are here today! If you want to cause trouble, go elsewhere! "
Funerals are so unlucky!
Dude is not fucking dead yet!
Dong Xuebin was so angry that he gasped and said, "Okay, the memorial hall is the funeral of Director Dong Xuebin, right? Where is the hall? I'm here to attend his funeral."
The man looked at him and said, "I tell you you can't get in either."
Dong Xuebin slapped his forehead, "I said, can we stop grinding? I'm in a hurry here!"
This man is very dedicated and vigilant, "Young man, I'm doing this for your own good. Even if you go in, you have to be kicked out. I'm not talking about you. Who is Director Dong? He risked his life several times to save us." People in Yantai County, even though he is from Beijing, when the name of Director Dong is mentioned, who in Yantai County would not give a thumbs up? There are dozens of people in Yantai County who were saved by Director Dong alone. Now Director Dong has passed away. Sorry, everyone is very sad. If you are just joking, you are disrespecting the deceased and talking nonsense. Do you think you have a correct attitude and you still want to attend the memorial service? ? You are making trouble!"
Hearing what he said, Dong Xuebin couldn't get angry no matter how angry he was. He smiled bitterly and said: "Brother, I have a very upright attitude. Where can I tell you in the memorial hall? I'm really in a hurry!"
"Where's the wreath?"
“…”
"You don't even prepare a wreath and you still have a good attitude?"
"Shall I buy it later?"
"Look at the shirt inside your suit. Is it blue? Such a bright blue? You are too casual. Do you think any of the people attending the funeral are dressed like you? They should be wearing gray instead of black! Why are they even wearing this? Don’t you understand this?”
"..."
Meeting such a serious person, Dong Xuebin really didn’t know what to say. It’s unprecedented for a buddy to attend his own funeral. Oh, I’m wearing all black? Buy yourself another wreath as a gift? Write another picture "Comrade Dong Xuebin has a good journey"? Damn, I'm holding on!
Looking around, there are no other staff members.
"I'll change my clothes later, and I'll buy the wreath right now, okay?" Dong Xuebin thought patiently, and said helplessly: "Brother, where is the memorial hall? If I don't go, it will be too late. "
The man looked at him and pointed to the north impatiently, "If you are not afraid of offending people, go ahead. To the north, just turn left at the end. Let me remind you first that most of the leaders in the county are here today." , thank the county magistrate, Cao, if you go like this, you will definitely... "
Dong Xuebin turned around and left before he finished speaking, "Okay, thank you."
The man shook his head and continued to move things.
Dong Xuebin walked northward, ten meters, fifty meters, turned a corner, and finally saw the memorial hall in the distance. There were wreaths outside, with eulogies and other words written on them. It was too far away. It's hard to see clearly from a distance, but anyway, there are about thirty or forty wreaths alone. The long line almost wraps around the hall, and a solemn and solemn atmosphere blows towards your face, giving a very solemn feeling.
The door to the hall was open, and it was crowded with people.
They were all dressed in black, and it was difficult to tell the difference between men, women, old and young. Looking from the back, Dong Xuebin could only recognize Luo Haiting and Lin Pingping at the back.
The memorial service is almost over, right
I'm going, but I'm still late!
Dong Xuebin patted his forehead and immediately quickened his pace.
A heavy female voice came from the memorial hall, which seemed to belong to... the county TV host Su Jia? Sister Su’s internship with Xinhua News Agency is over? Did she host the memorial service
Yes, there are so many people here.
"... Comrade Dong Xuebin lived a simple life. He loved the party and the motherland. He was diligent, conscientious and conscientious in his work. His life was a life of struggle, a life of fighting and a life of glory. His death made us lose We have lost a good party member, good cadre, and good comrade. Today, Comrade Dong Xuebin bids farewell to us. We must turn grief into strength, work hard to learn Comrade Dong Xuebin’s good ideas, good moral character, and good style, work diligently, and strive to Comrade Dong Xuebin’s…”
The microphone was loud, and Su Jia's sad voice floated outside.
Dong Xuebin blushed a little when he heard this. Everyone said before that he had a big problem with his thinking style. How come now that he "died"... he has become a good thinking and good style? RO