Senior Superstar

When Li Shixin came to Rong's store, he brought some autumn clothes. A few days ago, Zhang Ying saw that Li Shixin was still wearing the crew's military coat when it was cold, so she took some time to go to the street to buy some clothes for him.

Zhang Ying specially bought the set in the closet worth more than two thousand yuan, saying that it was a black suit and woolen coat she would wear on formal occasions in the future, and Li Shixin took off her pajamas.

White shirt, silver gray tie.

It was paired with the suit and woolen jacket that were slightly slim and not very comfortable but very stylish.

After I put on my watch, I took out the pair of shoe polishes and sealed the suit shoes in the box, and put them on. Facing the mirror, Li Shixin brushed his silver-colored hair to the back of his head.

Before going out, he went back to the bedroom and pulled out a sorting box from the closet.

He picked out a big red scarf inside and put it around his neck.

Soft and lightweight cashmere threads are finely arranged with Albanian stitches. The bright red color doesn't go well with Li Shixin's mature black suit.

But seeing the scarf gently draped over the shoulders of the windbreaker, Li Shixin nodded in satisfaction.

He picked up his phone, keys and change, and went downstairs.

Li Shixin bought a white rose at the flower shop in front of the No. 11 bus stop, and Li Shixin boarded the bus.

It was already half past nine when we arrived at the funeral home in Rongcheng.

In front of the remote funeral parlor, many cars parked in a haphazard manner. After Li Shixin explained the name of Sister Zhou, the old man Zhou Chuanfang, at the door, he found the place.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw Zhou Chuanfang's two sons who were supposed to be guarding the door in sackcloth and filial piety, each holding a heavy white gift box, entertaining the relatives and friends who came to express their condolences - mourning on the leather face and beaming with joy.

Li Shixin didn't seal the white envelope either, and said his condolences to the two middle-aged men, then Shi Shi ran away from the mourning hall under the slightly dissatisfied eyes of his two sons, and met a group of old fans.

Almost all the first batch of fans from the support club, that is, a group of more than 80 people from the elderly square dance team, have arrived. Even Mr. Liu Feng was wearing a black down jacket, and sat quietly on the row of chairs with the support of his grandson.

Seeing Li Shixin, a group of old fans who were wiping tears at the coffin and photos of his death all stood up.

"Shixin, why are you here?"

After Li Shixin waved his hand to signal everyone to be quiet, he walked to Zhou Chuanfang's body. Gently placed the white rose in his hand beside Zhou Chuanfang, who was wearing a rustic shroud, opened his mouth slightly, and looked blue, and bowed deeply.

Only then did he turn around and sit down with the help of Mr. Liu Feng who was trembling.

Seeing the red scarf around his neck that didn't match the taste of a suit at all, the few old people who had just stopped crying burst into tears again.

Wu Ming wiped his snot with a handkerchief, his eyes and nose were red, and he touched the red scarf lightly, "During the finale that day, Sister Zhou also said that we would get together when the weather was warmer. Who would have thought that it would be warmer this day?" It's gone, people are gone."

Li Shixin also sighed, "Why not?"

"I didn't know what happened last afternoon. I had a heart attack at home. According to his daughter-in-law, when she picked up the child and returned home, she was cold. She is also older, seventy-three years old. I guess when I left None reacted."

Li Shixin shook his head regretfully, "Then why didn't it happen yesterday, why is it cremated today? Does it last for a few days?"

"Look at those two sons. Wearing hemp and filial piety, the old lady just lays here and doesn't care, holding a box in her hand to collect the money neatly. Can they be the ones who are willing to spend money for the old lady to stay in the funeral parlor for seven days? "

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Looking at the two middle-aged people who kept bowing to the visitors and receiving the white bags, and at the side of the coffin, they were dressed in sackcloth and filial piety, chatting with each other, and there was no sadness on their faces. Li Shixin shook his head.

"The previous cremation is over, Zhou Chuanfang's family, it's your turn!"

At this moment, a staff member of the funeral home came over and shouted.

After the two sons who collected the money heard it, they first handed the gift boxes to their respective wives like treasures, then tightened the already loose Xiaobu, and walked to the coffin.

"No." Seeing the calm appearance of the two sons, the staff frowned and stopped moving the body, "The old man in your family is going to be cremated soon!"

"Ah. Master, do you need help?" A son was taken aback for a moment, and then he reacted and prepared to step forward to help.

The little master who was in charge of carrying the body frowned again, "I didn't mean that, I mean, after a few minutes, your mother will be burnt to ashes."

"Ah..." The two sons realized that their own mother was dead after hearing this, so they had to express their grief.

"Oh my god, why are you so cruel, leaving us brothers and leaving suddenly!"

"My mother, once you leave, I will have no home!"

With two plops, the two sons knelt on the ground and shouted.

When everyone stood up and bowed farewell. The little master who was carrying the body shook his head slightly, exerted strength on his arms, and put the old man on the mobile frame with a bang.

"Old lady, does it hurt? Pain is right."

Talking to himself, the little master pushed the body towards the cremation room amidst the heartbreaking but tearless mourning of a group of dutiful sons and virtuous grandchildren.

According to the custom in Rongcheng, the children and grandchildren should arrange funeral meals after the funeral.

In the hotel.

Li Shixin and a group of old fans occupied four tables.

Looking at the food with clear soup and little water on the table, no one moved their chopsticks.

The big guy didn't come here for this meal, but after sending Zhou Chuanfang away, he wanted to stay together for a while, so he followed the funeral bus to the hotel.

Zhou Chuanfang's funeral should be regarded as a beautiful one, but a group of old fans who usually play with her still look sad.

"There isn't a host, and they talk about Lao Zhou's life with the guests, and those who don't understand it will be practiced."

In the silence, old Mrs. Zhang, who was always inseparable from Zhou Chuanfang, muttered something.

"That's right, that posthumous photo was not prepared by Sister Zhou at all. I saw it when Sister Zhou took the posthumous photo last year, and it was much more energetic than the one used at the funeral."

Immediately, another old girlfriend of Zhou Chuanfang angrily agreed.

"Okay, you guys, everyone is gone, it's over once and for all. Don't pick on this or that." Wu Ming waved his hand to stop a group of old ladies from being picky.

On the side, old man Liu Feng, the oldest fan of the support club, wiped his bald head, and said, "Don't be like this, big guy. Xiao Zhou didn't happen suddenly, but it's fine, and he must have suffered nothing. Well, isn't this a good thing? Now that everyone has been turned into ashes and buried in the ground, and the conclusion of the merits and demerits of a lifetime is settled, Lord Hades and the judge have their own accounts! Let's not talk about her life. Let me borrow from Lao Zhou today This is a place where the big guys get together, we big guys, let’s talk about something happy!"

"What are you happy about?"

Facing the question from someone who didn't know, Liu Feng bared his dentures and laughed, "Shixin, your movie is finished, when will it be broadcast?"

Li Shixin, who was sitting among the crowd, raised his head and said with a smile, "It's the Spring Festival."

"It's been such a long time." Liu Feng's eyes were a little complicated. After thinking for a while, he asked again: "Is there a new movie? The movie has to wait. When can we see your filming scene again?"

Facing the old man's question, Li Shixin smiled.

"I'm afraid the new drama will be launched in more than two months."

"Fuck,"

Following Liu Feng's mouthful of fragrance, the denture sprayed into the soup bowl in front of him with a puff.

"So, before I'm eighty-four, I won't be able to see you acting anymore?"

Li Shixin squinted his eyes looking at the old fans who were depressed again.

"That's not necessarily true!"