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Seeing Lin Qingzhu and the others come in, the young mortician took the initiative to explain to them: "Let the deceased perform this action and put a razor on his chest to ward off evil spirits."

"In addition, it is best to put a small table next to the pillow, set a bowl of clean water, fill the rice bowl with the deceased's rice bowl, insert a pair of chopsticks, and place it on the table."

"Until the entrance examination, the incense cannot be broken."

Lin Qingzhu looked at the empty room, turned his head to Saburo Ikeda, and the old housekeeper lowered his head slightly: "Master, I'll go get ready right away."

Seeing Saburo Ikeda leave, Lin Qingzhu looked at the mortician: "Is there anything else I need?"

In any case, it took up the original Lin Qingzhu's identity and fused his soul, and he didn't mind being a filial son for his father once, to die for him.

Anyway, a funeral is going to be held. Although the family members are not prosperous, they are considered to be people of status anyway. Lin Qingzhu will not let this funeral be shabby.

In any case, he could be regarded as his father in the parallel world.

The undertaker also nodded unceremoniously:

"During the burial ceremony, the body of the deceased needs to be wiped, and the closest relatives of the deceased should wear shrouds or clothes that the deceased loved during his lifetime, and the coffin should also be filled with items that the deceased loved during his lifetime."

Lin Qingzhu nodded without refusing, and looked at Lin Yuzhu who was following him: "Do you know which clothes your parents liked when they were alive?"

Lin Yuzhu nodded: "Brother, wait here, I'll look for it."

After finishing speaking, Lin Yuzhu hurriedly turned around to look for clothes.

The mortician watched the conversation between the two of them a little strangely. The rumored young master of the Lin family was really strange. He used your parents to talk to his younger brother.

Is this at odds with your parents?A person's death is like a lamp being extinguished, so it doesn't look like the young master of the Lin family, does he?

The mortician didn't worry any more, he just needed to do his job well.

He still doesn't want to ask more about disputes between rich and powerful families.

Seeing Lin Yuzhu leave, Lin Qingzhu also went to fetch a basin of warm water and came over with clean towels.

Soon, the butler found two people and brought the needed things. Lin Qingzhu helped to arrange the things, lit three sticks of high incense and put them in the sand bottle.

The young examiner began to organize the remains.

First cover the white quilt, remove the clothes you were wearing, then cover the clothes, remove the white quilt, and finally wipe the body. This series of tedious steps is just to prevent the family members from seeing the skin of the deceased.

Lin Qingzhu didn't know the meaning of this covert step, but she kept silent and watched the embalmer's operation quietly.

After doing all this, it was time to change the shroud. Although the incident happened suddenly and the shroud was not prepared yet, any clothes that the deceased liked were fine, and Lin Yuzhu had already brought them.

The mortician knelt beside the corpse and gave guidance: "Before we start, the family members please come with me and kneel around the deceased, put your hands together, and pay tribute to the deceased."

Lin Qingzhu pulled the young boy and knelt silently on the other side of the corpse, clasping his hands together.

I don't know if Lin Jingtian is a bit of a murderer. After his death, there are only two sons by his side, brothers, sisters, nephews, and nephews, but none.

Watching this scene, the old butler suddenly wiped his eyes with his sleeves, and then knelt and sat beside him.

"Before putting on clothes, the stiff hands of the deceased should be warmed and pliable, and then they should be crossed together, lightly tapped twice and then slowly placed on the chest, and the final appeasement should be made."

The young mortician introduced slowly, with a gentle and steady tone, with an inexplicable tranquility:

"This kind of ceremony is not only the maintenance of "dignity", but also the maintenance of "love"."

Chapter 145 Nobody Will Love Him Like This Again

Lin Qingzhu was silent for a while: "Is this step also done by relatives?"

"Yes, I will guide you." The undertaker nodded with a calm tone.

Of course, if the relative is really unwilling, this step can also be done by him, but Japan places great emphasis on rituals, which is a kind of self-cultivation and an expression of respect and love for the deceased.

In other words, Japan's outlook on life and death is essentially very different from that of China, and relatives will not be so taboo.

"Yes." Lin Qingzhu nodded, and took out his father Lin Jingtian's hand.

Lin Yuzhu next to her didn't know when, her eyes were red again, and her eyes were full of tears, and she refused to let them fall. When she lowered her eyes for the first time, there seemed to be hidden hatred in her eyes. When she raised her eyes, she looked stubborn and stubborn Pitiful.

Lin Yuzhu raised her head and reached out to take her mother's hand out from under her clothes.

Lin Qingzhu next to him noticed this scene, sighed in his heart, and held his little hand: "I'll come later."

No matter what, he couldn't let a child who was less than seven years old move his hands on the corpse. It was too inhumane. As a Chinese, he couldn't accept this kind of ritual.

Putting it in Huaxia and sending it to a funeral, the elders in the family have to worry about the child's nightmare, let alone letting the child touch the corpse with his own hands, even if the corpse is the child's mother.

Lin Yuzhu looked up at her elder brother, with inexplicable persistence and stubbornness in her eyes: "I can. This is my mother, not my brother's. My brother has no obligation."

"Also, I have a responsibility to do this for my mother."

Seeing this, Lin Qingzhu said nothing more, bowed his head, and moved his father's hand.

Lin Yuzhu knew that her brother had acquiesced, so she reached out and took her mother's hand.

His hand was only half the size of his mother's, and he could only hold him and give him warm hands, but at this moment, he was cold and motionless, and could no longer wrap his little hand.

Lin Yuzhu held his mother's wrist. The woman's wrist was slender and white. His little hand held it, but he could only hold half of it.

Mom, I agreed that you would grow up with me, and I would grow old with you. Why did you leave me before I grew up?

Lin Yuzhu bit her lip tightly, tears dripping down on the floor, and she didn't let herself make a sound.

He knew that his brother didn't like his mother, so he didn't want to trouble his brother. After all, this was not his mother, but it was his mother.

Before being found by his father, he lived with him and did not make him suffer a bit. The mother who loves him the most in this world.

After his mother left, there was no one in this world who loved and protected him so much.

In fact, he should have been the extra person, but his mother was really good to him, even when there was no father.

It's a pity that the son wants to support but does not wait for the relatives, which has become a luxury for him.

He was not yet an adult, and the people who accompanied him left first.

Lin Qingzhu moved his father's hands as required, put them back on his chest, then helped him massage his stiff limbs, and finally put his clothes on.

After doing this, Lin Qingzhu looked at Lin Yuzhu who was in a hurry.

Lin Yuzhu's strength was not small among her peers, but it was a bit embarrassing for him to lift the dead woman's body and help put on her clothes.

Lin Qingzhu went over to help Lin Yuzhu put on Morihara Yuki's favorite kimono during his lifetime.

Morihara Yuki is very beautiful. After putting on her kimono and putting on makeup, she looks gentle and serene as if she really just fell asleep.

With the hands of the deceased placed on the chest, the finishing touches are carried out before it is time to place the body in the coffin.

Before putting it into the coffin, Lin Yuzhu suddenly knelt down and hugged Morihara Yuki, her hands tightly wrapped around the other's neck, feeling the cold temperature, Lin Yuzhu's eyes were full of inexplicable despair and sadness.

Why, let me not even find my enemy?

It would be great if it wasn't an accident. If so, I will definitely kill that person to avenge you. Unfortunately...

I don't even have anyone to hate, the person who bumped into you is dead.

The mortician looked at Lin Qingzhu in a bit of embarrassment. Such behavior, to some extent, was "disrespect" to the deceased, but Lin Yuzhu was indeed still young.

"Yuzhu." Lin Qingzhu pulled Lin Yuzhu away helplessly, and persuaded in a low voice: "Let your mother rest in peace."

"Brother." Lin Yuzhu turned her head with a sob, and suddenly threw herself into Lin Qingzhu's arms, her body trembling constantly: "I really don't have a mother anymore."

The shoulders were wet, and Lin Qingzhu's cold heart softened a little. He patted the young boy's back lightly, Lin Qingzhu closed his eyes, and comforted softly:

"Don't be afraid, as long as I'm still in this world, brother will be your umbrella."

Lin Yuzhu's body froze for a long time, then suddenly said in a hoarse voice: "Brother, I'm sorry for you."

Lin Qingzhu sighed: "It's not your fault."

Lin Yuzhu wiped away tears, and together with Lin Qingzhu, put their bodies into the coffin.

"Thank you for your hard work today." Lin Qingzhu thanked the mortician, and looked at the housekeeper: "Give this gentleman an extra [-]% of the remuneration, and then entrust the funeral home to prepare for the official funeral."

Seeing the butler's response, Lin Qingzhu continued: "After contacting the funeral home, choose the best type of ceremony directly at the funeral home, and then ask the people in the temple to help you choose the date."

"Uncle Ikeda, I'm sorry to trouble you." Lin Qingzhu bowed slightly with gratitude on his face.

He didn't know much about these things, so Lin Yuzhu couldn't count on him, so he could only rely on the old housekeeper to take care of him.

"Master, you are serious. I watched you and the young master grow up. This is my responsibility." Ikeda Saburo slightly avoided, and smiled at him comfortingly.

Lin Qingzhu felt that he had to add chicken legs to the old housekeeper.

Chapter 146 The Night of the Wake

Japanese funerals are divided into several forms according to the level of the deceased during his lifetime, family funeral, social funeral, and state funeral.

Most people call close relatives and family members together to hold a family funeral.

However, for those who are influential in society, or have great influence in their organizations during their lifetime, their funerals will be open to the public and will be more solemn.

Because of the public funeral, it takes a lot of money.Posted in 'Yu.Xiao' said.group: 9? :8;0, :2?0, 5:8,5.6, a lot of time and careful planning, so these people often have a family funeral first.

After all the planning is completed, a public funeral is organized. Generally speaking, it is called a social funeral for people in the business world.

Politicians, on the other hand, hold state funerals.

The influence of the Lin Group is not small, and holding a communal funeral is unavoidable. Thinking about the people from all walks of life who will participate at that time, Lin Qingzhu feels a little guilty of communal terror.

But funerals in Japan are not so much a place for family members to grieve and remember, but rather an occasion for large-scale social interaction and networking.

With the death of his father, the stock price of the Lin Group will inevitably plummet. If he does not come forward to stabilize the situation, the company will be eaten away by other competitors of the same level.

A formal funeral is divided into an all-night ceremony and a farewell ceremony. Those who attend the funeral need to participate in one of these two ceremonies. Because there is no shortage of money, Lin Qingzhu directly entrusts the funeral company to handle the whole set, with the highest specifications.

The funeral company did not live up to his expectations. The one-stop service is of high quality, comprehensive and excellent in business ability. It can do everything for you except sadness.

From funeral to cremation, from setting up the mourning hall to collecting family money, from making up the body to carrying the coffin, there are special personnel in charge.

They are so proficient that they have practiced hundreds of times. The job of him and Lin Yuzhu is to obey the command and be the necessary "props" for the funeral, that is, tool people.

A funeral date is arranged, guests are invited, and during an all-night ceremony, family and friends will sit down to pay their respects to the deceased.

Lin Qingzhu took Lin Yuzhu to sit in the mourning hall and guarded. The faint white candles flickered and flickered in the darkness, bringing a cold light to the darkness, showing a bit of warmth and gloom.

The environment is a bit complicated and contradictory, and it's a bit local, but Lin Qingzhu doesn't have the heart to think about it. There are too many things in the past two days. In addition to handling funerals and dealing with communication, there are also company affairs that need to be temporarily taken over.

He has no time to deal with the affairs of Huaxia, and they are all handed over to Lu Yusong. He has not had much contact with the company affairs in Japan, and he is not familiar with them at all.

Even though Lin Qingzhu's ability was not bad, he experienced a flurry of hands and feet. He couldn't sit here peacefully and watch the candles all night long, and he had to deal with the company's affairs urgently.