Rebirth 09: Buying a house with a baby UP owner

Today is the day when Han Xin will be laid to rest. Whoever is free among the classmates can go, and those who don’t have time are not forced to do so.

After all, Han Xin died violently. Some people say that people who die violently are filled with resentment. When they are incinerated, a black gas will come out, and those who are infected will be unlucky for three years.

But Zhong Meihui didn't care about those legends at all. She had dressed up early in the morning, and even if she had to wear plain clothes, she had packed herself properly. After all, this was Han Xin's banquet, how could she miss it.

She chose a long khaki suit, paired with a black silk shirt, khaki pants and Martin shoes, and held a black handbag, looking particularly smart.

In her previous life, she was reluctant to buy clothes for herself. All the money was spent on Han Xin and those two white-eyed wolves. As a result, she was overworked and malnourished. In the third trimester of pregnancy, her whole body was edematous and she could not even walk. difficulty.

Not only did Han Xin not say any words of comfort, he also said that she was fat and ugly, and that it would be more troublesome to get pregnant than other women.

At that time, Zhong Meihui fell into a deep sense of inferiority. She didn't dare to look in the mirror every day. She just hoped to get back in shape as soon as possible after the child was born.

Now that I think about it, those words were all Han Xin's pua for her. He kept suppressing her, causing her to lose her original charm and confidence.

She could even imagine how she would be treated after her death. Han Xin would not be willing to buy her a pair of good clothes to bury her in. Maybe she would just be wrapped in a white sheet from the hospital and taken directly to the funeral parlor for cremation.

So today she had to give him a good gift and let Han Xin know that she had lived a new life after leaving this scumbag like him.

"Sister Meihui, you are so dressed up today. I should take a few pictures of you with my camera." Luo Zhihao drove Zhong Meihui to the funeral home. After seeing her clothes, he felt that she was not attending a memorial service, but more like It's to attend a business conference.

"There are not many people going today, so I have to support my old classmates." Zhong Meihui smiled and her tone was very relaxed.

Along the way, her fingers tapped on the car seat from time to time, unable to contain the joy in her heart.

Luo Zhihao felt that Zhong Meihui's expression was very strange, but he didn't dare to ask more questions. He could only drive the car as fast as possible. After all, the wind near the funeral home always made people feel chills on their spines, and he really didn't want to stay for a long time.

"Sister Meihui, I'm going back first. When this is over, you call me and I'll come and pick you up." The memorial service took a long time, and Luo Zhihao didn't want to wait outside, so he planned to drive back to the crooked building first. The studio is only so big in the county anyway, so it’s very convenient to go back and forth.

Zhong Meihui nodded in agreement. Many people in the classmate group had already said that they would not come today. It was estimated that the memorial service would be extremely clean. She wanted to stay with Liao Yuzhen and see what Han Chu was secretly planning, lest he It killed Liao Yuzhen.

"Mei Hui, among my classmates, you are still nice to me. They are all afraid of getting dirty and ruining their luck, so no one wants to come over."

When Liao Yuzhen saw the deserted scene in front of her, she couldn't help but lament. When those classmates gathered here two days ago, she felt that everyone was very loyal. In order to help her support the scene, they bought so many wreaths and paper products. , which made the funeral look less shabby.

Unexpectedly, at the critical moment, the only person present here was Zhong Meihui.

"Everyone has to go to work, so we can't always ask for leave. Unlike me, I'm just an idle person. Naturally, I can come and help at any time." Zhong Meihui explained for the other students who didn't come. She understood what these people were thinking, even if Han Xin didn't die suddenly. Yes, we don’t want to waste too much time on this matter.

After all, Han Xin is just the husband of their classmate, not the classmate himself. It is already good to be able to come and pay some money to visit him.

The memorial service started at 9 o'clock. Not many people attended, not even Han Xin's brother and mother. There were only a few of his former colleagues and distant relatives at home, and there were less than ten people including Zhong Meihui and Liao Yuzhen.

Liao Yuzhen knew why those distant relatives came. Han Xin's mother was afraid that if the Han family didn't come forward, Han Xin would be resentful, so she deliberately gave a few kilograms of pork to these relatives to give Han Xin a ride.

This method made Liao Yuzhen angry and funny. Forget about the others, Han Xin's own mother and brother were so ruthless. They even refused to see him off at the last leg. They were not like mother and son, but more like enemies.

There was sad music playing in the funeral parlor, and the master of ceremonies asked everyone to start crying. However, the relationship between these people and Han Xin was normal, and they couldn't cry at this time. Only Liao Yuzhen kept wailing next to them.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu My life is so miserable, husband, why did you just leave like this?" Liao Yuzhen cried sincerely. People who didn't know it thought they had been married for many years and had a deep relationship.

But Zhong Meihui understands Liao Yuzhen. She can be called a performing artist in this regard. Even if no audience is interested in watching, she must do all the scenes well and not leave any clues to others.

After all, Liao Yuzhen had lost several husbands in her previous life, and Zhong Meihui attended every memorial service. Zhong Meihui had seen the same rhetoric and crying several times, not to mention that now there was only joy in her heart, and there was no trace of sadness at all. mood.

The body began to be cremated at 10:30. Zhong Meihui took the opportunity to support Liao Yuzhen and went to the cremation room and saw Han Xin's body lying on the trolley.

Because of the poisoning, his face was very ugly, and his clothes were baggy and did not fit him.

Zhong Meihui knew that people who drank paraquat would most likely end up with ulcers all over their bodies. Even if they wrapped the ulcerated parts with thick gauze, there would still be unpleasant smelling water oozing out. Liao Yuzhen was willing to put a suit on him Clothes that can cover the body are considered sentimental and righteous.

But no one had the courage to lift the white cloth from Han Xin's face. After all, that face was already ugly, and one look at it would probably give him nightmares for a lifetime.

"Master, please excuse me." Liao Yuzhen was a good person. She brought a cigarette and a bottle of wine to the master who burned the body, hoping that the matter could be resolved quickly.

"Don't worry, it will be ready soon." The master in charge of burning corpses is used to doing this kind of thing. No matter what kind of corpses he sees, they are almost like goods. He pushed Han Xin into the furnace and pressed a button. .

Zhong Meihui watched Han Xin's body rushing in from the front window, and then being swallowed up by the fire in the crematorium behind. The noise caused by the huge high-pressure airflow and flames, and the high temperature hit her face, and the body gradually disappeared.

Zhong Meihui suddenly felt a sense of relief in her heart. Her biggest enemy in her previous life, the murderer who killed her, finally got the comeuppance she deserved.