sbdcsierra Chapter 113 Is He Always Cheerful?
Chapter 113 Is He Always Cheerful?
After all the guests left, everyone gathered together again. Qin Changlei smoked a cigarette and told Qin Yuhuan:
"Tomorrow I'll go to the bank and withdraw some change. I want five- and ten-yuan notes, and a red envelope. I'll put twenty six-yuan notes, and twenty ten- and twenty-yuan notes. Tomorrow I'll go to the police station to get a death certificate. Your father can only be cremated."
Qin Yuhuan pursed her lips and said nothing. Without the approval of the person who paid the money, the whole thing could not move forward.
Qin Changlei groaned and scratched his head: "Huanhuan, what do you say? We can't have a big funeral. You will leave after the funeral, but uncle and aunt still need to walk around the village."
The difficulty lies in the fact that Qin Changping had just received the minimum living allowance before his death, and the village is so small that it would be really uncomfortable if gossip were to spread.
"How about this, we can both take a step back. Uncle can say that I paid for this money. Our request is not high, just like Qin Yuhuan's mother. You said that her mother's funeral was also done with great care, but when it comes to Dad's turn, he just did it hastily. It's a shame for the children, right?"
Ziyi came out to smooth things over. She and Qin Yuhuan had discussed that burial was most likely not feasible.
The funeral mainly depends on the people in the village. It might be difficult for her and Qin Yuhuan to get a piece of land for a grave in the village. Her money is not omnipotent at this time, unless she spends it lavishly, and Qin Yuhuan doesn't want to do that.
"We can cremate the body, but we still need to have a funeral pyre and a banquet, as well as a suona player to play music and other things," Ziyi gave them her bottom line based on her limited life experience. "Uncle, don't worry about the funeral expenses. I can pay for it if Xiao Qin doesn't have enough."
Ziyi spoke all her words, and everyone present was able to hear her. Several aunts who had a good relationship with Qin Changping also helped to talk. In the end, it was agreed that the spirit would stay at the gate of the old house for a day. As for the suona master, Qin Changlei would contact them all.
It was already eight o'clock when the agreement was reached, and Qin Jiadong took the two of them back to their house in the city.
When they were alone, Ziyi quietly observed Qin Yuhuan's condition, but Qin Yuhuan was so calm and quiet that it was difficult to figure out her condition for a while.
"I'm fine." Qin Yuhuan helped Ziyi pull the suitcase out of the trunk, "Don't worry about me."
The house was on the sixth floor and there was no elevator. The two of them worked together to drag the suitcase up. Qin Jiadong pointed to a second bedroom and said, "Go to bed early. There are still many things to do tomorrow."
Qin Yuhuan nodded and thanked him.
The bed in the second bedroom seemed to be of poor quality, and there was a creaking sound when lying on it. After two days of running around, Qin Yuhuan finally had a chance to rest completely at this moment. He didn't even care about his mysophobia. He lifted a corner of the bed sheet and sat on the bed in a daze.
The room was not very soundproof, and the top of the wall was hollowed out. She looked around and felt that the decoration was really rough. She sat on the suitcase and began to plan tomorrow's itinerary. In tonight's conversation, apart from the funeral, everyone mentioned the issue of inheritance.
Especially after knowing that Qin Yuhuan had given Qin Changping a lot of money in the past three years.
Tomorrow they not only have to get a death certificate, but also have to retrieve Qin Changping's mobile phone, wallet and bank card.
Qin Yuhuan was stunned and didn't know how much she had heard. After Ziyi finished listing the plan as usual, she suddenly reached out and touched Ziyi's face.
Ziyi was stunned for a moment, raised a smile, and asked her in a whisper, "What's wrong?"
"are you tired?"
"It's okay. I was almost in the same rush when I was on a business trip before."
"I want to go and see where my dad lives." Qin Yuhuan took out his cell phone, entered the destination, and showed the navigation to Ziyi. "It's not far. It only takes ten minutes to drive there. You..."
She was a little hesitant. It had been a 20-hour drive, and Ziyi had driven one-third of the way here. She hadn't slept, and Ziyi had almost been accompanying her through it all.
"Tomorrow..."
Qin Yuhuan gave up the idea, but Ziyi helped her stand up and said, "Let's go, ask your brother for a spare key or we can just stay in a hotel outside."
Qin Yuhuan was slow to react. Ever since Qin Changping's accident, her thinking had been sometimes fast and sometimes slow. As soon as she stopped, her mind was almost swallowed up by the past, leaving her unable to think about anything else.
Family matters and parents' matters cannot withstand careful thought. The more Qin Yuhuan thinks about them, the more he can recall the chilling details.
Ziyi asked Qin Jiadong for a key. Qin Jiadong didn't know what to say to Ziyi, a guest like her. He just asked them to come back early after looking around.
We followed the navigation all the way to our destination. It was dark, but there were still many people on the road. It was obvious that Qin Changping lived in a busy area.
"This house was located in a good area, with a park, police station, vegetable market and supermarket nearby."
This was the first time Qin Yuhuan had come here since the house was bought, but Qin Changping had given her the address, and she had looked at the surrounding area on the navigation before she agreed.
When the two of them stood at the door, Qin Yuhuan suddenly remembered that she didn't have the key to the house.
"I'll go get a locksmith. There's one over there. Wait here."
Qin Yuhuan nodded, hesitated for a few seconds, and called Ziyi after she walked a few steps out, "Xiao Zi, are you afraid?"
Ziyi was puzzled and thought Qin Yuhuan was afraid to stay alone, but she heard Qin Yuhuan explain again, "My father passed away at home, you...if you are afraid..."
"I'm not afraid of this. If you are afraid, why don't you come with me?"
Ziyi is indeed not afraid of death. Speaking of death, she herself has died once.
Qin Yuhuan shook his head, "I'm not afraid, that's my father."
Ziyi went back, opened her arms and took Qin Yuhuan into her arms, "I'll be back soon."
Feeling the person in her arms hum softly, she trotted all the way to the lock shop. The young owner of the lock shop came over to take a look. He was not very happy at first, but Ziyi and Qin Yuhuan were both willing to give their ID cards as collateral, and Ziyi gave a lot, so he agreed reluctantly.
"This grandpa always passed by my house with a big kettle in his hand, always so cheerful," the young boss also sighed, "He was a very nice and friendly person, I never thought something like this would happen to him."
"Really? Is he always cheerful?"
Qin Yuhuan was stunned to hear the news about his father from a stranger, then he breathed a sigh of relief, "That's good too."
After the boss changed the lock and handed the new keys to the two people, Qin Yuhuan stood in front of the old reddish-brown door for a long time and did not dare to push it open.
"Ziyi, you know, I thought my dad was unhappy during these three years, because when he called me, he would only talk about how the aunts didn't care about him, didn't come to visit him during the holidays, and how the uncle bullied him. Otherwise, he would go back to Licheng for revenge and file a lawsuit."
All in all, nothing good happened.
"I thought we were all hurt and healing, but it turned out that it wasn't the case. It turned out that my dad was happy, and I was just a trash can for my parents' negative emotions. No matter whether it was my dad or my mom, what they passed on to me was always how unhappy they were."