North Suburb Crematorium.
Though the news had spread slowly, many people still did not know.
People continued to arrive one after another, carrying funeral wreaths and wearing sorrowful expressions as they came to see Dong Xuebin off. But when they saw Dong Xuebin, very much alive and kicking, holding his own black-and-white portrait in the Memorial Hall, they were all dumbfounded. Their wreaths nearly fell from their hands, and every one of them was scared out of their wits. Qin Yong and Sun Shuli were among them. Delayed by some urgent work, they had arrived late, only to witness this terrifying scene the moment they got there. Qin Yong nearly had a Heart Disease attack.
"Brother Xi?"
"Director Dong!?"
Qin Yong and Sun Shuli simply could not believe it.
Dong Xuebin smiled and waved at them. "Old Sun, Old Qin, you're here? Thank you, thank you. Come in, it's hot outside. Rest inside for a while." Since they had come all this way, Dong Xuebin naturally had to receive them properly. He also had to keep explaining the situation to those who had no idea what was going on.
The entire Memorial Hall echoed with Dong Xuebin's voice alone.
"When the Plane Crash happened, I jumped out early and narrowly escaped disaster."
"Uh, Uncle and Auntie, take down the portrait. Just remove my photo."
"Come on, Mom, don't keep the things in the coffin. They're only blankets and pillows. It's not like we don't have spares at home. It's too inauspicious. Throw them out."
"Hey, Old Chen came too? Thanks."
"Huh, isn't that Director Liu? Come in, come in."
A funeral was supposed to be a solemn and tragic affair, but it had now completely changed in flavor. Watching Director Dong bustle around at his own funeral, greeting guests, everyone