When her father passed away, she had also seen how her mother endured the grief and handled the funeral arrangements in an orderly manner, so she was familiar with the process. However, because her mother's death was a huge blow to her, she was always in the company of others.
When the people were talking, they would burst into tears and lose control of their emotions instantly. This made the people at the funeral company very helpless. The price, the venue of the memorial service, the list of invited guests, etc. were all...
It couldn't be finalized. In the end, Luo Qian stepped forward and was responsible for negotiating everything with the funeral company.
A memorial service will be held three days later.
Xiaotong originally thought that the memorial service would be very shabby, because she didn't know many people in City A, and her relatives and friends were all in the countryside. There should only be a few or two people who came to express their condolences, so she told Luo Qian that there would only be one.
A small memorial service. Who knew that when she arrived at the venue, she discovered that the memorial service was very grand and grand. The venue was very large. When you walked into the venue, you could see the huge photo of Ning's mother placed in it at a glance.
, both sides were filled with flowers, arranged in two long rows. Among the yellow and white chrysanthemums, Ning’s mother’s enlarged smile suddenly aroused the pain in Xiao Tong, and she suddenly no longer cared to look at how the venue was decorated.
, his knees weakened, he knelt in front of Ning’s mother’s photo, fell to the ground and began to mourn and cry.
Luo Qian had no choice but to kneel down and comfort her: "Xiao Tong, don't be sad. You have to cheer up and see Auntie off on her last journey."
Hearing this, Xiao Tong forced herself to control her emotions, choked with sobs, and straightened up with Luo Qian's help, straightening her back. Yes, Luo Qian was right, she had to cheer up so that her mother could leave peacefully.
"Luo Qian, thank you!" She held Luo Qian's hand and said gratefully. These days, without Luo Qian's help, she really didn't know how to face it. Moreover, Luo Qian could also take care of her mother's funeral.
She handled it so well, she really didn't know how to thank her.
Luo Qian shook her head, "Xiaotong, don't say thank you to me. Mother Ning treated me like her own daughter, and I should do this." As she spoke, she also counted her nose, and couldn't help it.
Want to cry.
"Okay," Xiaotong endured her grief, "Let's not cry anymore. We can't let our mother leave without peace of mind."
"Yes." Luo Qian nodded, and the two supported each other and walked to the door of the venue to greet the guests who came to express their condolences.
Xiaotong didn't expect that there would be so many people coming to express condolences. Faces she knew and didn't recognize passed by her one by one, saying words of condolence to her with solemn expressions, and even a team of mourners came to express their condolences.
The team, acting as relatives, prostrated in front of the photo of Ning's mother at the venue, crying sadly. Moreover, all the reporters were blocked by security and there was no way to sneak in. After all, the former young lady of the Han family
When my mother passed away in a car accident, there must have been media attention and reports. But they were all blocked from driving. When asked why, they only received the reply from Miss Ning that she did not want her mother to be disturbed by the media.
Xiaotong knew that Luo Qian had arranged all this, and she didn't want the scene to be too shabby when her mother left. She was filled with gratitude.
Wearing a small white flower on her temples, she stood at the door of the venue with her hands hanging down. She greeted the people from all walks of life who came to express their condolences with a dull expression, nodding mechanically as she dealt with their words of condolence, which she couldn't tell whether they were sincere or false.