Before noon.
Yan Tai County, Northern suburbs.
The crematorium is located on a mountain in the north. The crematorium is spacious, and the wind is cold.
This is the first time Dong Xuebing came to this place, and he got lost when he arrived. He does not know where the memorial service is. But there are dozens of County Party Committee and County Government cars parked outside, and he knew he is at the right place. Xie Huilan's car, the Public Security Bureau, and other County Government departments' cars are parked there. Hui Tian Village Police Station and a few high-class cars with Beijing plates are parked there.
I'm finally here!
Seems like the ceremony has started.
Dong Xuebing is glad to see so many cars here. Seems like he is quite popular, and the funeral is very grand.
Dong Xuebing alighted and closed the door. After taking a few steps, he saw a staff moving things in front of him. He immediately called out to him. "Excuse me. I need to ask you something."
The crematorium staff looked at Dong Xuebing. "What's wrong?"
Dong Xuebing replied. "I can't find it. Where is my memorial service?"
That staff member was stunned and did not hear what Dong Xuebing said. "Whose memorial service are you talking about?"
"… It's mine." Dong Xuebing felt awkward saying this.
"Yours?"
The crematorium staff member glanced at Dong Xuebing and walked away. He thought Dong Xuebing is crazy. Your memorial service? If you are attending your memorial service, why are you still standing here talking nonsense with me? You should be lying in your coffin. Are you crazy? I am busy here and don't have time to talk nonsense with you. This staff member had worked at the crematorium for more than a decade and had seen many people asking for directions and looking for trouble. But even though he was experienced and knowledgeable, he had never heard of anyone asking about the host of his memorial service. This was fresh. There really were all kinds of people.
"Eh? I'm asking you." Dong Xuebing called out from behind. "Where is the memorial hall?"
That staff member replied without turning around. "I don't know."
Dong Xuebing is frustrated. He is anxious to meet his mother and wants to fly over. "Hey, what's wrong with you? What's wrong with your work attitude? "
That person stopped in his tracks as if he was annoyed. He turned around and glared at him. "Do you know what this place is? Ah? This is a crematorium! This is a sacred place! Why are you shouting at me?! They were here to attend other people's funerals and cremations! Who would watch themselves being cremated? Huh? Many County leaders were here today! There was a leader's funeral in the memorial hall! If you want to make trouble, go somewhere else! Otherwise, I'll call security! "
Funerals were too unlucky!
I'm not f * cking dead yet!
Dong Xuebing laughed. He took a deep breath and said. "Fine. The memorial hall is Chief Dong's funeral, right? Where is the hall? I'm here to attend his funeral. "
The man glanced at him. "Even if I tell you, you won't be able to get in."
Dong Xuebing slapped his forehead. "Can we stop wasting time? I'm in a hurry! "
This man is very professional and cautious. "Young man, I am doing this for your own good. Even if you enter, you must be chased out. Who is Chief Dong? He had risked his life several times to save our County's people. Although he is from Beijing, everyone in Yan Tai County will give him a thumbs up when he is mentioned. Chief Dong had saved more than a dozen civilians, and everyone is sad now that Chief Dong has passed away. If you are joking, you will be disrespecting the deceased. Do you think you have the right attitude to speak nonsense? Do you think you have the right attitude? Ah? You don't even have the right attitude, and you still want to attend the funeral? You are making trouble! "
Dong Xuebing could not get angry after hearing what the staff member said. He smiled. "Brother, I have the right attitude. Can you tell me where the memorial hall is? I have something urgent to attend to! "
"Where's the wreath?"
"… …"
"You don't even prepare a wreath, and you call this the right attitude?"
"Can I go and buy it later?"
"Look at the shirt you are wearing under your suit. It's blue. Why is it so bright blue? You're too casual. Have you ever seen anyone who attends a funeral dress like you? Even if it's not black, you should be wearing gray! How can you not understand this? "
"… …"
Dong Xuebing does not know what to say to such a serious person. It is the first time in history that I am attending my own funeral. Oh, I am wearing all black? Buy a wreath for myself? Write a 'Farewell, Comrade Dong Xuebing'? Damn! Am I holding back?!
Dong Xuebing looked around and saw no other staff.
"I will change my clothes and buy the wreath later. Is that ok?" Dong Xuebing asked helplessly. "Brother, where is the memorial hall located? If you don't go now, it will be too late. "
That man looked at Dong Xuebing and pointed to the north. "If you are not afraid of offending people, go ahead. North. Just turn left when you reach the end. Let me remind you that most of the leaders in the County are here today. Party Secretary Xiang, Mayor Xie, Secretary Cao. If you go in like this, you will …"
Dong Xuebing did not wait for that man to finish and walked away. "Ok. Thank you."
That man shook his head and continued moving his stuff.
Dong Xuebing walked towards the north. Ten meters, fifty meters, and after turning a corner, he could see the memorial hall from afar. Wreaths were placed all over the memorial hall, and eulogies were written on the wreaths. Dong Xuebing could not see the eulogies clearly as he was too far away. But there were about 30 to 40 wreaths, and the entire hall was filled with wreaths. It was a solemn and solemn atmosphere.
The hall's door is open, and it's filled with people.
All of them are in black, and Dong Xuebing can't tell if they are men or women. From their backs, he can only recognize Luo Haiting, Lin Pingping, and a few others.
The memorial is almost over.
Damn! I am still too late!
Dong Xuebing slapped his forehead and quickened his pace.
A deep female voice came from the memorial hall. It should be … the County's TV Station's TV Host, Su Jia. Sister Su's internship with Xin Hua News Agency is over? She is the one hosting the memorial?
'Wow, everyone is here.'
"… Dong Xuebing was an honest man who loved the Party and our country. He was diligent, conscientious, and responsible in his work. His life was a struggle, a life of fighting, and a life of glory. His death is the loss of a good Party member, a good leader, and a good comrade. Today, Dong Xuebing will be leaving us forever. We must turn our sorrow into strength and learn from Dong Xuebing's good ideology, good character, and good work style. We must work hard and bring Dong Xuebing's …"
The microphone is loud, and Su Jia's sorrowful voice can be heard.
Dong Xuebing blushed. In the past, everyone said he has a problem with his way of thinking and style. How come after his' death '… it became a good thought and style?
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