Zhou Mingfeng's hometown is Jianghuang, a prefecture-level city.
It has developed rapidly in the past few years, and an airport was built the year before last, so the traffic is very convenient. There is no direct flight from Yanjing to Jianghuang, and there is a transfer in the middle. When the Zhou family and Jiang Jinjin arrived at Jianghuang, they were already It's eleven o'clock at night. Assistant Liu handled the affairs properly, and there was a special car to take them to the funeral home as soon as they got off the plane. The Jianghuang Funeral Home is located in a relatively remote area, and it was only built in the past two years. It's just that the road from the urban area to the funeral parlor is not very easy, and the road is bumpy. The driver explained in fear: "Mr. Zhou, there are trucks on this road all year round, so the road condition is not very good."
Zhou Mingfeng said warmly: "Well, I know, you drive slowly, safety first."
The driver breathed a sigh of relief.
The back seat is spacious, but Zhou Yan doesn't want to be a light bulb, so he insists on going to the passenger seat.
Jiang Jinjin was also very tired. He turned on his phone and saw that it would be half past eleven.
I didn't take a shower or remove my make-up, I was really tired.
Zhou Mingfeng suddenly stretched out his hand and gently pulled her hand. Seeing her looking over, he said in a low voice, "I checked the navigation route, and it will take half an hour. You can sleep next to me."
Jiang Jinjin didn't twitch, and moved towards him obediently, tilted his head, and leaned on his solid shoulder, "You can also lean on me for a while."
Zhou Mingfeng was not polite to her either.
Zhou Yan saw through the rearview mirror of the car that his father and Ms. Jiang leaned their heads against each other and seemed to be in a deep sleep.
The pain caused by the death of a loved one does not come in an instant.
It is silent.
Just like Zhou Yan now has the illusion that he is in a dream, and he doesn't even feel that the uncle who was so loving to him has passed away from the bottom of his heart.
He was still thinking that when he went, his uncle would take out the watermelon soaked in the well water and cut it up for him.
After the car came to a complete stop, the driver wanted to remind Zhou Mingfeng in the back row, but Zhou Yan stopped him. When he got to the funeral parlor, Zhou Yan woke up suddenly. His uncle passed away, and his heart was filled with grief, but he was still thinking about the people in the back seat. According to Jianghuang's habit, all close descendants have to watch the night. Given the relationship between his father and uncle, his father must have to watch the whole night... Zhou Yan pursed his lips, he still wanted his father to rest For a while, an extra ten minutes of rest is also good.
Who knew that just as Zhou Yan had this idea, Zhou Mingfeng's deep and mellow voice came from the back row: "Are you here?"
The driver glanced at Zhou Yan.
Zhou Yan replied: "Just arrived."
Jiang Jinjin also woke up.
The three got out of the car, and someone was already guarding outside the funeral home. As soon as he saw Zhou Mingfeng, he hurried up to greet him, "Mr. Zhou? You have worked hard all the way! Please forgive me!"
Zhou Mingfeng glanced at the two men in suits and leather shoes.
It seems to be recalling who these two people are.
One of them reacted quickly and handed over his business card, "Mr. Zhou, I am Wang Yuansheng from Xinkai Construction. I am very sad to hear about your uncle. I know you are very busy in Yanjing, so I will come here to help you." You come to entertain the mourners."
Jiang Jinjin understood.
Zhou Mingfeng didn't know these people at all.
These few people were well-informed, knowing that Zhou Mingfeng's uncle had passed away, they hurried over to express their condolences, and by the way, helped with some trivial things within their capabilities, after all, funerals were mostly complicated. They must have guessed that Zhou Mingfeng would definitely come over.
If Jiang Jinjin saw this kind of scene in the past, she might not have felt that the other party was snobbish, but now, seeing these two people still busy here in the middle of the night over the death of a stranger, she couldn't help feeling deeply: Everyone It's not easy!
Zhou Mingfeng was obviously more tactful than Jiang Jinjin. He took the man's business card and shook hands, "Thank you for your hard work."
It was Sheng Xia, and Wang Yuansheng's face was full of oil. Hearing this, he swept away his previous nervousness, "Mr. Zhou, you are too polite. You are the one who contributes to the construction of Jiang Huang. This is what we should do."
Under the leadership of the two, Zhou Mingfeng brought Jiang Jinjin and Zhou Yan into a condolence hall.
As soon as Zhou Mingfeng entered, other relatives and friends greeted him one after another. It was extremely lively for a while.
Both Jiang Jinjin and Zhou Yan tacitly wanted to withdraw from this lively circle, but they were still caught by sharp-eyed relatives.
After exchanging pleasantries, Zhou Mingfeng walked towards the ice coffin with heavy steps.
In an instant, the originally lively atmosphere suddenly fell silent.
Next to Jiang Jinjin's ear was the words of a distant relative of Zhou Mingfeng, "Actually, this is considered a happy event. Mingfeng's uncle didn't suffer. He is also seventy years old this year. He has no illness or pain. He is really blessed here. "
For many elderly people, dying in their sleep is a very blessed thing.
When people get old, their organs will also gradually age. Many, many people suffer from cancer, and they die only when they lose weight. It is not an exaggeration to say that they are dying of pain.
Jiang Jinjin seemed unable to hear others talking.
She watched Zhou Mingfeng bend over beside the ice coffin for an unknown how long.
The custom of Emperor Jiang is to keep the incense unbroken until cremation. The condolence hall was filled with the scent of sandalwood and filled with smoke. From a distance, Jiang Jinjin couldn't see clearly whether Zhou Mingfeng was crying or not.
maybe.
At his age, he who has experienced ups and downs may only shed tears when his loved ones die.
She really felt his grief.
Very quiet very quiet, as if not.
Zhou Mingfeng bent down and stared at the uncle in the ice coffin. After a long time, he straightened up and kowtowed in front of the spiritual tablet. The movements were slow but meticulous. He turned his head and glanced at her. Zhou Yan walked up. He put on the white cloth that is customary here, and came to Zhou Mingfeng. The father and son did not communicate. Yan was only sixteen years old this year, and suddenly found out that his uncle had really passed away. He kowtowed and gritted his teeth while crying.
Jiang Jinjin also walked over, she was going to get incense, Zhou Mingfeng said hoarsely: "Don't burn it, I will light it for you."
As he spoke, he took out a lighter and lit three incense sticks and handed them to her.
After a lot of pushing and shoving, Zhou Mingfeng decided to stay and watch the night. The funeral parlor also has a supporting lounge, which has rooms like a hotel, with a bed and a bathroom in the room. However, Zhou Mingfeng still insisted that Zhou Yan and Jiang Jinjin go to the hotel arranged by Assistant Liu in the city center. Both Zhou Yan and Jiang Jinjin couldn't hold back Zhou Mingfeng, so they had to ask the driver to take them away again.
After Jiang Jinjin and Zhou Yan returned to the hotel to take a shower, it was already past one in the morning.
I was quite sleepy at first, but at this point I started to wake up.
Wearing pajamas, Zhou Yan knocked on the door and came to Jiang Jinjin's room. He originally wanted to stay at the funeral home to watch the night, but Zhou Mingfeng disagreed. He was destined to not be able to sleep peacefully tonight. After searching in the WeChat address book, he couldn't find anyone to chat with. He tried to find Jiang Jinjin, but there was no one. Thinking of Jiang Jinjin couldn't fall asleep.
The two of you looked at me and I looked at you, or Jiang Jinjin remembered that Zhou Yan hadn't eaten tonight, so he asked, "Do you want to go out for supper?"
Zhou Yan is indeed Zhou Mingfeng's good eldest son. After he nodded, he said seemingly unintentionally: "My dad didn't eat anything today."
Jiang Jinjin thought about it, indeed.
Zhou Mingfeng went home directly after get off work, because he had to catch a plane, neither he nor Zhou Yan had time to eat dinner, and he didn't even eat the meal on the plane. Zhou Yan was fine, he didn't have to watch the night, but what about Zhou Mingfeng? Staying up late on an empty stomach is a kind of torture no matter how you think about it. Jiang Jinjin remembered the mournful and lonely expression he had bent over to look at his loved ones in the ice coffin again, and immediately forgot the motto "Don't sympathize with men will become unlucky", and said, "Then let's bring him some supper?"
"Yeah." Zhou Yan was really awkward. He clearly cared about his father, but he still said bluntly, "It's up to you."
Jiang Jinjin found out when he was washing up just now. When they got off the car at the funeral home, no one thought of Zhou Mingfeng's night watch, so his suitcase was still placed in the car, and when the driver took them back to the hotel, he also gave Zhou Mingfeng's luggage to her. He's going to stay up all night, and it must be hard if he doesn't take a bath. Thinking of this, she looked at Zhou Yan, "Your father didn't bring his luggage, toothbrushes and towels are all here. I don't know if there are any at the funeral parlor. Even if there is, I don't know if he is used to it, or else In this way, you call him and ask him what he wants to bring?"
Mainly, they are very personal and private luggage.
Although the relationship between her and Zhou Mingfeng is indeed ambiguous, but the reason why ambiguity is ambiguous is that nothing has been agreed, nothing has been explained, and it can further develop into a couple If you take a step back, you can become a stranger. If it really comes to a relationship where she can go through his luggage, it will not be called ambiguous.
For example, if Zhou Mingfeng went through her luggage, her favorability with him would drop to negative in an instant.
Zhou Yan couldn't get Jiang Jinjin's mind at all, and said after hearing the words: "Why am I calling?"
Jiang Jinjin said as a matter of course: "You are his son."
Zhou Yan has been with Jiang Jinjin for a long time now, and the relationship is also familiar. He is no longer the cold stepson who talked less than before, and Jiang Jinjin can choke Jiang Jinjin to death when he speaks from time to time.
No, just after she finished speaking, Zhou Yan reacted extremely quickly, and immediately said: "You are still his wife."
Jiang Jinjin: "..."
very good.
Zhou Yan: "Wives are closer than sons."
He was right, anyway, he could see that in his father's heart, a wife was closer than a son.
Jiang Jinjin: "Huh?"