What's it like to experience a wedding in a week?

The two most important things in life, I think it should be red and white! Although we all call it a wedding, the red event refers to marriage, which is worth celebrating, but the white event is also a funeral, I think few people celebrate it! Among them, only the parties can understand grief best.

I think very few people can experience two things at the same time in a week. Although I am not a party, I can also reflect emotions, but this change makes people uncomfortable and a little confused.

Let's talk about happy events first. Last Wednesday was a big day for my former colleagues. Although it was my second marriage, I still couldn't save face and went to eat a high-priced meal. Why Wednesday? 13? It is neither a festival nor a number, but my friend said it was decided by Mr. Feng Shui. Some people believe this is understandable. It is inconvenient to go to work at noon, and it is embarrassing to go to a big table that no one knows. So I got off work at night and made an appointment with my friends. Married friends are also very interesting and specially arranged a box to accompany us.

Marriage is a happy event, and it is also very casual and relaxed. On the wine table, it is said that a hundred years of harmony, early birth of your son, those greetings, noisy bride and groom, laughing and fighting slowly lead to three rounds of wine. This is what a happy event should look like.

Two days later, on Friday, I just went to work early in the morning, and I called my childhood to say that his mother had left. Unfortunately, he happened to be away on business, and his wife was afraid that she couldn't get it alone, so she asked me for help. I asked for leave without saying anything, rode an electric car to his house in the rain, and drove to the funeral home with his lover to consult the relevant procedures.

Although it is not the first time to come to the funeral home, it is the first time to learn more about the relevant procedures. Fortunately, as long as the documents are complete, the operation is not complicated. The lease procedure is finished because there are no seats available that day. I had to come over the next day to express my condolences.

When my friend came back that night, he called me at eight or nine the next morning to arrange a memorial service. In the middle, I made a very big fool I wore a crimson coat and went out. Fortunately, I was young and didn't blame me, so I went home and changed into dark clothes.

Speaking of funeral homes, most people are shy. After all, no one will go to that place with nothing, and going to that place is generally not a good thing.

I walked into the funeral home again, still a little nervous. Because everything was simple, we didn't spend any money to hold any ceremony, so Xiao Xia and I had to transport the old man's body out of the cold storage ourselves, and we both carried it into the coffin of civilization, and then transferred it to the mourning hall by trolley. I was a little nervous when I lifted my body for the first time, so I asked the hair boy to lift the head in front and I lifted the leg in the back. I'm not afraid because I'm a relative, but I'm afraid and afraid to say it. After all, I was crying for help, so I had to bite the bullet. With everyone's cooperation, the mourning hall was decorated in a short time, waiting for the guests in the afternoon.

Speaking of which, I didn't show much sadness when I was young. I think there are several reasons for unfilial. One is that the pain on men's faces is not manifested in their hearts, and the other is that they say they have no dutiful sons long before going to bed. It has been three or four years since the old man found out his illness. In the past three or four years, he and his family have been at the bedside, taking good care of them. It can be regarded as filial piety, but it also grinds the family. Now, in terms of general family conditions, where can I afford a nurse? I think those sorrows have slowly run out. This is also a helpless social phenomenon in modern society.

Another thing happened in the middle, which made people cry. In a mourning hall next to it, many people gathered in the morning and kept wailing, which made people feel very sad. At first, I wanted to know how the guests were served in the morning. Later, I heard from the staff that this family is a teenager. According to local customs, it is impossible to set up a mourning hall for the death of minors, so the family simply held a ceremony in the morning and then cremated and buried. Everyone here is crying, and life ends before it blooms. I can't help sighing for them! I feel very sad and painful, and only the parties can understand it best.

In the afternoon, guests from small families came to the scene to offer condolences, and I was busy serving tea and water all afternoon. In the evening, the guests left one after another, and we juniors stayed to watch the vigil together, burning paper and staring blankly at the mourning hall, and never seeing their closest mother again. I dare not think of that kind of pain.

Late autumn nights are especially quiet. It rained last night, and the moon is particularly bright today. There are several wild cats with black and white patterns wandering outside the house. They say cats are negative, so they like to appear in such places. I go for a walk in the yard. I don't know why. I used to get scared when I heard the words funeral home. Now that I'm in it, I'm not afraid to look around the mourning hall. I'm just wondering what happened to that family.

I won't go into details about what happened step by step. I found that behind the sad scenes, the staff of the funeral parlour were used to watching what was happening in front of them coldly, like a very calm bystander. No expression, no surprise, that's their job. I am used to the calm after sorrow and joy. Only benefits, you pay him to serve you. I'm not criticizing anyone, just saying how I feel.

This is my experience this week, from happy events to white events, from happy to sad, as if all the warmth and coldness of human beings have experienced this week. But after all this, I feel that I have grown a little. I used to feel scared when I heard the words "Baishi funeral home", but now I know something about it and find that I am not so scared. I used to wonder why people live and what is the meaning of life. Now I seem to understand. My answer is that living is the meaning of life. Cherish everything in front of you, be kind to people around you, and don't complain about what you have lost. Everything is natural. Live every day well, I think this is the greatest respect for being born.