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247 Inside the Funeral Parlor

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    After completing the formalities, I returned to the room where my father was pushed into.  Seeing the procedures I had gone through, the staff just pushed my father into the inner room.  After returning again, the staff asked us to wait in another hall.  When I came to the door, I took a closer look, and saw the words "Reminiscence Hall" written on the top.  Walking in, it feels much larger than the room just now.

    Many people have already gathered in the memory hall.  Scanning around, I found many unfamiliar faces.  In the central position right in front of the hall, an old man is parked at the moment.  Under the command of the staff, a group of children and grandchildren are lining up in order facing the old man.  Then, the mourning sounded, and everyone walked slowly around the old man in line.  This is also called "running hall".  However, unlike the military band, in the process of "running hall", there will be no so-called receiving "happy money".  After three laps, everyone lined up facing the old man again.  Under the command of the staff, after three neat bows, the entire "reminiscence" process is really over.

    After the reform, now, the funeral home has lost too much income.  Therefore, after bowing, the staff will ask: "Is anyone offering flowers?" Of course, this offering of flowers needs to be paid for.  The money for presenting flowers can be regarded as one of the meager incomes of funeral homes today.  It's just that people nowadays have learned it well, and under normal circumstances, few people will present flowers.  The staff can only confuse with words, but they must not force them, otherwise it is a violation of the rules, and they are likely to be severely punished for this.

    After making sure that no one offered flowers, the staff pushed the old man into the inner room of the memorial hall.  I reckon, the next thing is cremation.  However, those family members who wanted to follow in were turned away by the staff.

    Just at this time, my uncle came up.  The staff still kept a straight face and refused to let anyone in.

    "I went in to find someone." Uncle explained while smoking a cigarette.

    The staff did not pick up the cigarettes, perhaps because smoking is strictly prohibited in the hall.  He still had a straight face, but asked, "Who are you looking for?"

    "So-and-so, she is a relative of our family." My aunt replied with a smile.

    "Your relatives?" The staff asked suspiciously.

    "We are from a certain village just like him. From the point of view of seniority, I am still her uncle!" Uncle explained again tirelessly.

    After hearing this, the staff member thought about it and thought there should be no problem, so he let my uncle in.

    It will be father soon, at this time, the little uncle came over and said to everyone, don't offer flowers at that time, because those flowers need to be paid for.  Hearing this, many people followed suit.  Some people also said that the flowers offered by people might have just been taken from other dead people.  It seems that in the dark place of the funeral parlor, people's thoughts have also become a little darker.

    Father was pushed out.  I took a closer look and found that my father had been simply made up.  At the very least, a little rouge was painted on the face, and a little lipstick was put on the lips.  At first glance, it felt like his father's face was full of life again, and he looked more like he had fallen asleep.

    Under the command of the staff, we "run the hall" in an orderly manner and "bow" affectionately.  Of course, none of us came forward to offer flowers.  The staff seemed to have gotten used to it, so they didn't show any disappointment like those who went through the formalities.

    My aunt appeared together with a female staff member, and the female staff member greeted the one from the Remembrance Hall.  So, my uncle gave us winks.  Naturally I understood, so I walked forward with my mother and sister.  At this moment, the mother and sister were crying very sadly, and they absolutely could not bear the huge psychological impact of their father's burning.  So, the mother and sister decided to wait outside.  My aunt, uncle, and two coffin bearers entered with me.

    The female staff was pushing the cart in front, and we followed closely behind.  From the way my aunt talked affectionately with her, I could easily tell that this female staff member was the so-called acquaintance my aunt said.  After pushing the cart to the destination, the female staff turned to us and said, "Don't worry, I will try my best to help."

    After we thanked you a thousand times, the female staff member went about her own business.

    The ears are full of roaring sounds.  Here, speaking has to be loud, otherwise it is impossible to hear clearly.  Although it was my first time here, I could roughly guess that this is the cremation operation room of the funeral parlor.

    In front of the father, there is another person.  This is a long and narrow place.  At the eye scan, it is estimated that there are at least six serial numbers from "one to six".  There is a long and narrow conveyor belt directly in front of each number.  per conveyor beltThere is a long distance from the conveyor belt.  It can be seen that there is an iron door under the number.  From the thick black ash stains on the crack of the door, it is not difficult to judge that behind the door panel must be a high-temperature burning furnace.

    It didn't take long for two staff members to come and move the person in front of the father from the cart to the conveyor belt in front of the corresponding number.  The flowers on the man's body were thrown to the corner by the staff.  As for whether these flowers will return to the Memorial Hall again, that is beyond our knowledge.

    At this moment, the little aunt saw that her father's crotch was bulging, so she thought of asking the coffin bearer to take out the gauze that was stuffed in at some time.  The coffin bearer, like a staff member, casually threw the ball of gauze he took out into the corner of the wall.  I saw that the ball of gauze fell on the pile of flowers impartially, and many petals were broken and withered immediately.  It seems that even if the staff here want to recycle these flowers, it has become impossible.

    Since the moment I entered the hearse, I have been holding my father's portrait.  At this moment, my father's portrait is still lying quietly in my arms.  Ever since I entered the inner room of the Remembrance Hall, especially when I saw the conveyor belts, the uneasiness in my heart became more intense.  It was so strong that I felt like my mind had completely gone blank.  For a long time, I felt as if I had lost the ability to think.  I was like a bystander, blankly watching everything that happened in front of me.  The people and things around him are all in a trance like a dream, becoming unreal.  No matter how rational a person is, there are times when they are emotional. At that moment, because of the strong blood relationship between father and son, how I hope that everything that happened to my father during this period is all a nightmare!  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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