At Lao Wan’s memorial service, Sheng Chuncheng asked Zhong Xinxin to drive to pick him up, and then went to Jiliang University to pick up Professor Zheng.
After Zhong Xinxin picked up Sheng Chuncheng in Duolifang, she ran towards Xiasha, driving very fast. Sheng Chuncheng shouted from the side: "Slow down, slow down, there is still time." Zhong Xinxin glanced at him and said, "I haven't driven for a long time."
, can’t you be less verbose and let me have a good time?
"So miserable?" Sheng Chuncheng asked.
"What do you think?" Zhong Xinxin clapped her hands on the steering wheel and said, "Every morning I take the subway, and I still take the subway at night. When I get home, I almost fall asleep in the elevator. I don't have time to drive. This car is parked in the underground parking lot.
It’s almost hairy.”
Sheng Chuncheng thought about it and realized that after becoming the store manager, Zhong Xinxin was very responsible. She was the first to arrive at the store every morning and the last to go home at night. Before going home, she had to
I checked all the doors, windows and power supplies in the store, and almost every day I rushed to catch the last subway at 11 o'clock.
Others still have time off in shifts, but she is the only store manager. She doesn't even have a day off. She leaves early and comes home late every day.
Sheng Chuncheng said: "Thank you for your hard work. How about it? Being a store manager is not as difficult as you think. Everyone's response to you is very good."
"What's the use of having a good response? I've suffered a huge loss." Zhong Xinxin said.
"What's wrong?" Sheng Chuncheng asked.
Zhong Xinxin said: "I haven't played games for a long time. My level has not increased and my ranking has been falling every day. I went up to take a look that day and saw a lot of junk. Now the rankings are ahead of me. I am so angry."
Sheng Chuncheng laughed, but in his heart he was happy for Zhong Xinxin. It seemed that not only had she got out of the shadow of social fear, but she had also given up her gaming addiction.
When the car arrived at the entrance of the University of Science and Technology, Sheng Chuncheng saw from a distance that Professor Zheng was wearing a black coat and a black scarf around his neck, standing in the cold wind at the door, waiting for them.
Sheng Chuncheng shouted: "This old lady, didn't I agree to let her wait at home? Why did she come out in such a cold weather?"
Zhong Xinxin parked the car in front of Professor Zheng, got out of the car and called "Hello, grandma!"
Professor Zheng smiled and nodded in response.
Zhong Xinxin helped Professor Zheng into the back seat of the car. Sheng Chuncheng did not go back to sit in the passenger seat, but sat in the back seat with Professor Zheng.
Lao Wan's memorial service was held in the largest farewell hall of Longjuwu Hangcheng Funeral Home. When they arrived, there were already a lot of people here. There were two female employees with Wanhui International badges at the door, who were responsible for paying tribute to Lao Wan.
Guests who come to the memorial service wear black cloth and white flowers.
Once inside, there was a table covered with black cloth, with an autograph book spread out on the table. Behind the table stood two female employees who also wore Wanhui International badges, wearing white gloves, and kept inviting guests.
sign.
After Professor Zheng signed his name, one of them asked: "Are you Professor Zheng from Jiliang University?"
Sheng Chuncheng answered yes for Professor Zheng.
The staff said to Professor Zheng: "Professor Zheng, please come with me."
She led Professor Zheng away, but Sheng Chuncheng and Zhong Xinxin did not follow.
Professor Zheng was led to a small lounge next to the farewell hall. When she walked to the door, she was stunned for a moment and frowned. She saw a circle of officials sitting inside, including the mayor and deputy mayor of Hangzhou City.
, she knew them, but there were many others she didn’t know.
When Wan Jiangang saw Professor Zheng, he hurriedly greeted her and led her to the mayor. When the mayor saw Professor Zheng, he also stood up, shook hands with Professor Zheng cordially, and greeted her. Professor Zheng always nodded.
Or smile and say nothing.
Wan Jiangang introduced her to today's memorial service, which was hosted by the district chief of Xiaoshan District. Lao Wan was a native of Xiaoshan, and Wanhui International was also an enterprise that grew up from the original Xiaoshan City. The mayor of Hangzhou City will deliver a eulogy. Wan
Jiangang and Professor Zheng said that when they go to the hall and the ceremony begins, they will ask Professor Zheng to stand in the first row, and then tell her who she is standing next to.
Professor Zheng couldn't bear it anymore and said in her sharp voice, "I am your father's friend, not a professor. I am here to meet your father for the last time, not to discuss seniority."
Wan Jiangang was stunned for a moment, and suddenly there was silence in the lounge.
Professor Zheng asked: "Where is your mother?"
"Oh, my sister is with her outside," Wan Jiangang said.
Professor Zheng glared at him and continued: "She is the one who should sit here and rest, don't you know?"
After Professor Zheng finished speaking, she turned around and walked out. In a corner in front of the farewell hall, she saw Lao Wan's ex-wife and Wan Jianfang. As soon as the old lady saw Professor Zheng, she hugged her and burst into tears.
The last item of the memorial service was to bid farewell to Lao Wan's body. Sheng Chuncheng saw Lao Wan lying there with his eyebrows drawn, rouge on his face, and lipstick on his lips. He looked rosy, but he gave people a feeling.
It was a very unreal feeling. Sheng Chuncheng thought to himself that this was probably the first time in his life that Lao Wan had used these things.
After moving out of the body resting area, the family members stood in a row outside to receive everyone's condolences. During the epidemic, they stopped shaking hands and instead nodded solemnly and paid attention to each other.
The first in line is Lao Wan's ex-wife, the old lady, the second is Mr. Fang, followed by Wan Jiangang and Wan Jianfang, and their children.
Sheng Chuncheng and Zhong Xinxin followed the crowd and walked outside. Someone patted him. He turned around and saw Xiaoya and Xiaomei standing behind him.
Xiaoya said: "We have something to ask you, can we?"
Sheng Chuncheng said yes.
Sheng Chuncheng and Zhong Xinxin said: "Go outside and wait for Teacher Zheng. If you see her, you go to the car first."
After Professor Zheng was asked to leave by that staff member, they did not see her again. There were too many people attending the memorial service today, there were always seven or eight hundred people.
Zhong Xinxin said yes.
The three people walked aside and Xiaoya said: "We are fine now, can we go to work at your place?"
Sheng Chuncheng was taken aback and asked, "What's wrong?"
Xiaoya said with a bitter face: "Lao Wan is gone, aren't we okay? Sister Fang said that she would arrange for us to go to work in the company, but everyone in the company knew that we were accompanying Lao Wan.
, if we went to the company, why would we be embarrassed?"
Sheng Chuncheng understood and was embarrassed. He said, "But where I am, there are only masseuses, and there are no other positions."
"Yes, we can also learn massage." Xiaoya said, turned around, and said to Xiaomei, "right?"
While they were talking, Xiaomei had been standing by the side coldly. At this time, she nodded.
Sheng Chuncheng felt that he was going crazy. Every time he saw them in the past, they were driving Maybachs, which were extremely majestic. Especially Xiaomei, while driving, she scolded the other drivers with disdain for how poor they were.
, it seems that there is no boundary with the masseur.
Sheng Chuncheng said: "It's very hard for masseurs. They stand there working all day."
"Okay, we all come from poor families. We live in a villa here in Hangzhou. When we go back during the Spring Festival, we don't live in the same shabby house. We also have to help the family feed pigs and chickens, and water the vegetable fields.
We can afford the hardship." Xiaoya said eagerly.
Sheng Chuncheng scratched his head and said, "But you are too beautiful to be a masseur."
"Why, doesn't this work?" Xiaoya asked.
Sheng Chuncheng said: "In the store, there are customers of both genders. The masseurs have to do massages for both women and men. For people like you, if they meet male customers, some people can't help but touch them.
It’s very troublesome.”
"Aren't you willing to help us after saying so much?" Xiaomei asked.