Chapter 503 [Dude, Where Is My Memorial Service! 】

morning. Yantai County, northern suburbs.

The crematorium faces a mountain to the north. The area is very wide and empty. Cloudy wind.

It was the first time for Dong Xuebin to come here. As soon as he arrived, he got a little lost and didn't know where the memorial service was. However, looking at the dozens of cars with county party committee and county government license plates parked in the open space outside, you can see that there are not only Xie Huilan's car, but also the cars of the leaders of the county government departments such as the ** Bureau, as well as Huitian Township** *And several high-end Beijing license plates, the brand is very familiar.

finally reached!

It seems that the benzene ritual has already begun?

Looking at so many cars, Dong Xuebin is very relieved. It seems that the popularity of the buddies is still good. The funeral is very solemn.

After getting out of the car, Dong Xuebin slammed the car door and walked two steps, and saw a staff member who was carrying things in front of him. Stop him immediately, "Excuse me buddy. Ask something""

The man at the crematorium looked at him. "What's wrong?"

Dong Xuebin said: "I've been looking for a long time and haven't seen it. Where is my memorial service?"

The man seemed to have not heard clearly, "Whose memorial service are you talking about?"

"...mine." Dong Xuebin felt a little awkward after saying that.

"yours?"

The man in the crematorium glanced at him, turned and left. Obviously, Dong Xuebin is regarded as a neuropathy. your memorial service? If you are all mourned. Can you stand here and bullshit me? He was lying in the coffin early and honestly. I'm sick, man, I'm busy here. Where do you have time to be poor with you? He has also worked in the crematorium for more than ten years. Who has not seen anyone who asks for directions and finds faults? But Rao is so well-informed and he has never heard of anyone coming to ask him the freshness of the master of the memorial service! Really everyone has it.

"Hey, what about you!" Dong Xuebin called him from behind: "Where is the memorial hall?"

The man didn't reply, "I don't know." "

Dong Xuebin is tired. He was in a hurry to see his mother and the others, and could not wait to fly over the next moment, "Hey, what's the matter with you? What's your work attitude?"

The man seemed to be annoyed at the foot of the foot, and turned around and gave him a stern look, "Do you know what this place is? Ah? It's a crematorium! It's a sacred place! You are still yelling at me? Come here all the time. Participate in other people's funerals and cremations! Where can you see cremation yourself? Ah? Many county leaders are here today! There is a leader's funeral in the memorial hall! If you want to make trouble, go elsewhere! Otherwise, I will call the defense!"

Funeral funeral is too bad!

Dude isn't fucking dead yet!

Dong Xuebin was enraged,

He took a breath and said, "Well, the memorial hall is the funeral of Director Dong Xuebin, right? Where is the memorial hall? I came to attend his funeral."

The man looked at him: "I told you you can't get in either."

Dong Xuebin slapped his forehead: "I said let's not grind, okay? I'm in a hurry here!"

This person is very dedicated and vigilant: "Young man, I am for your own good, even if you go in, you will have to be blasted out. I am not talking about you. Who is Director Dong? He has saved us several times. People in Yantai County, although he is from Beijing, who mentions Director Dong's name, who can't give a thumbs up in Yantai County? There are dozens of ordinary people who were rescued by Director Dong. Now Director Dong has passed away, Everyone is very sad. If you have a playful mind, you are disrespectful to the deceased, and you start talking nonsense. Do you think you have a good attitude? Ah? You don't even have a good attitude and want to attend the memorial service? You This is a mess!"

Hearing what he said, Dong Xuebin couldn't get angry no matter how angry he was. With a wry smile, he said, "This eldest brother, I have an upright attitude. Where is the memorial hall telling me whether it will work? I'm really in a hurry!"

"Where's the wreath?"

"..."

"Is it a good attitude if you don't even prepare a wreath?"

"Shall I buy it in a while?"

"Look at the shirt in your own suit. Blue? So bright blue? You're too casual. Who do you see at a funeral dressed like you? You should wear gray instead of black! Don't you understand this?"

"..."

Meeting such a serious person, Dong Xuebin really doesn't know what to say. It's unprecedented for my buddy to attend his own funeral. Oh, I'm wearing black? Buy yourself a wreath for yourself? Write another picture, 'Comrade Dong Xuebin has gone well all the way. , ? Grass. I'm fucking holding on! ?

Look around there are no other staff.

"I'll change my clothes later, can I buy the wreath?" Dong Xuebin patiently said helplessly, "I said eldest brother. Where is the memorial hall? I'll be late if I don't go. "

The man looked at him and pointed to the north impatiently: "Go if you are not afraid of offending people. Just turn left at the end of the north. Let me remind you that most of the leaders in the county have come to the secretary today. , Magistrate Xie, Secretary Cao. If you go like this, you will definitely..."

Dong Xuebin didn't wait for him to finish, then turned and left: "Okay. Thank you."

The man shook his head and continued to move things.

Dong Xuebin paced north. ten meters. fifty meters. After turning a corner, I finally saw the memorial hall in the distance. There were wreaths all over the place with eulogy and things written on them. Too far away to see clearly. Anyway, there are about thirty or forty long lines of wreaths that almost cover the whole hall, and a solemn and solemn aura is blowing. Very solemn feeling.

The hall door was open, and it was crowded with people.

All black clothes, men and women, young and old are not very clear, from the back. Dong Xuebin only recognized Luo Haiting and Lin Pingping at the back.

Are you almost done with mourning?

I'm still late!

Dong Xuebin patted his forehead. Immediately picked up the pace.

A heavy female voice came from the memorial hall. It seemed to be from Su Jia, the host of the county TV station? Sister Su's internship with Xinhua News Agency is over? Did she preside over the memorial service?

It is really complete to get people.

"Comrade Dong Xuebin has a simple life. He loves the party and the motherland. He is diligent in his work, conscientious and conscientious. His life is a life of struggle, a life of fighting, and a glorious life. A good party member, good cadre, and good comrade. Today, Comrade Dong Xuebin bids farewell to us. We must turn grief into strength. We must work hard to learn from Comrade Dong Xuebin's good thinking, good character, good work style, and work diligently. of……"

The voice of the microphone is not small, and Su Jia's sad voice also drifted outside.

Dong Xuebin blushed a little when he heard it. Everyone used to say that he had a big problem with his thinking style. How come "death" has become a good thought and a good style now?