Encouragement work is simple to say, but it can be operated with many necessary procedures.
From sorting out the remains of the deceased to putting the coffin into the coffin, the enrollment teacher needs to be operated by the side.
In the service room, Li Qiao and Mo Qi stood near a cart full of tools, making preparations.
When they were ready, the three people stood together in white coats and bowed to the deceased on the console to show respect.
In the following time, they proceeded through every link in an orderly manner on the console.
However, when Mo Qi was preparing to do the beautification of his remains, he saw the scene in front of him, and he couldn't help exclaiming: "This... death is terrible."
This young man who passed away accidentally has many scars on his body. Because of blood clotting, the wounds look very hideous and they are all chopped wounds.
The death condition can be described as miserable.
Mo Qi suddenly remembered what Li Qiao said: Sometimes living people are more scary.
At this time, Li Qiao and Jiu Zhengyi carefully stitched up the wound with gloves. Hearing Mo Qi's voice, the two raised their eyes at the same time and warned in unison: "Quiet!"
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In about two hours, the process of organizing the remains is completed.
Zhong Jiugong, who was over fifty years old, showed a tired face. He looked at the young man who was asleep on the back of the groom. He exhaled a suffocating breath and told Mo Qi: "Well, tell them to send them to the mourning hall for the final farewell. "
At this time, it is approaching nine o'clock in the morning, and the rain has not slowed down.
After washing, Li Qiao, Zhong Jiugong and others followed the staff to the mourning hall. Before they even started, they saw this scene.
In the solemn black and white mourning hall, nearly fifty people were standing densely at this time.
All of them wore uniform black suits with white flowers of condolence on their chests. The team was neat and uniform, with solemn expressions.
Through the gap between Ying Ying Zhuo Zhuo, at the forefront of the team, there was a conspicuous and tall figure standing impressively.
Zhong Jiugong walked in from the side with Mo Qi and Li Qiao, and the imposing team of condolences added a lot of oppression here.
As they approached, Li Qiao also saw clearly that the figure standing in front of the crystal coffin was Shang Yu.
Today, his dress is more formal and solemn than every time, and the buttons on the collar of his shirt are tightly tied to the top.
Li Qiao stood in the corner, staring at the man's calm and solemn cheek for a moment.
It turns out that the young man is really his.
It took a long time to pay homage to the appearance. Because there were so many people, it was close to ten o'clock that the coffin was closed and sent to the hearse.
Before leaving for the Nanyang Mountain Cemetery, it seemed that even God felt a deep sorrow, and the rain was getting worse and worse.
In the torrential rain, countless black cars hung with white silks, followed behind the hearse, and slowly drove towards Nanyang Mountain.
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During the burial, all the people headed by Shang Yu stood in the rain and watched the staff put their coffins down to seal the earth.
The young man who died tragically finally slept forever in the cemetery behind the Nanyang Mansion.
In the rain, Li Qiao stood at the back of the crowd wearing a mask, watching this scene with mixed feelings in her heart.
Everyone knows the world, and Nanyang Shang Shaoyan is cold-blooded and ruthless, killing wildness. He probably has never seen him at such a moment of affection today.
Because he is Shang Shaoyan, he could have not done this.
Without an instant, the team in front suddenly dispersed to both sides in an orderly manner.
In the lane supported by the black silk umbrella, Shang Yu walked in the rain, and the handsome face under the umbrella was still well-defined and arrogantly cold.
When he came to Zhong Jiugong, his eyes were as deep as ink and nodded, "Jiu Gong, you have work."