Therefore, Wan Changsheng took the rituals of disciples for granted and took over the responsibility for mourning.

It seemed that he was really waiting for Wan Changsheng to say the words that could not be swallowed, and Professor Gou passed away that night.

Even during the winter vacation, as long as the hospital leaders who are still in Jiangzhou come to the hospital.

But the next time to teach Professor Gou's keeping is too deserted.

According to the customs of Jiangzhou and Shu, it is usually the case that direct relatives keep their souls for three days and three nights, and then cremated.

Professor Gou and Mrs. Guan were both sons and daughters, and Wan Changsheng took on the burden of this junior first.

As usual, he set up a mourning hall in the funeral home to receive condolences for three days.

Fortunately, Jia Huanhuan followed him and ran around to pay fees and arrange chores in the magnificent funeral home, so that Wan Changsheng could at least stay by the ice coffin with the etiquette of his disciples.

Old Mrs. Guan can always sit on the sofa in the corner of the huge condolence hall and eat melon seeds.

Because except for the first morning, there were a wave of condolences from the faculty and staff of Shuchuan Academy of Fine Arts on New Year's Eve, it began to be deserted in the afternoon.

In the usual place of mourning in Shu, there are several tables of mahjong, called funeral fire, which is considered a lively scene of funerals.

There is not even a table here.

Originally, the hospital wanted to organize a funeral committee and arrange staff, but the old lady refused, saying that the New Year should not delay anyone, and that everything would be left to Wan Changsheng to take charge.

The dean looked at it and repeatedly told Wan Changsheng before leaving.

Wan Changsheng was very comfortable. He pulled a chair and sat next to the incense table of his portrait. He took the time to go back to the office to get the big seal stone he moved when changing clothes.

Slowly carved a portrait of Professor Gou with a high beer bottle.

When someone comes, he put down his things, accepts the condolences respectfully, answers the gift and bows, and then gives them to him with him.

Of course, there are reasons for the Spring Festival holiday when there are few people. Most teachers from the Academy of Fine Arts, who have generally good economic conditions, choose to travel and vacation during the Spring Festival, and there are many people going abroad.

Lao Tong didn't come back, and Zhao Leilei seemed to have gone to Southeast Asia. Lao Cao went to Northeast China to experience the ice and snow. Many people sent messages when they heard the news, but there were very few people coming to the scene.

It was just Guo Huaisheng who rushed back from somewhere on the first day of the Lunar New Year, and said goodbye to Mr. Gou very respectfully.

But when he found out that Wan Changsheng was sitting at that moment, he couldn't help but want to see it.

In the end, it was obvious that it took the great power to resist the professional tone of giving a few tips and headed straight to the airport.

The others are mainly retired faculty and staff.

All immortals are treated with courtesy.

Old Mrs. Guan was more calm than him, and she was just eating melon seeds and chatting with Jia Huanhuan.

If anyone else has changed to any young girl who has accompanied her boyfriend to worship the teacher, she can have a reason to go to rest and go shopping, not to mention that this is a few days on the first day of New Year’s Eve.

There is no need to sit here at all.

But Jia Huanhuan was naturally with Wan Changsheng.

Serve one old and one young.

Wanchangsheng is a quietness, she is that movement.

She was full of vitality and jumping around, even in a funeral home full of depressing atmosphere everywhere, she could hold the old lady with a cute smile.

When talking about Wan Changsheng's grandfather and sixth aunt, they also asked in a whim whether they would call their mother-in-law to bring a group of relatives to play mahjong. Anyway, they were playing at home, and there was a family here.

Or just invite Mrs. Guan to Guanyin Village for retirement, there are temples that recite Buddha's name and eat vegetarian food, and there are also a large number of people who accompany you to play mahjong.

Old Mrs. Guan was happy: "Why are you playing mahjong at any time?"

Jia Huanhuan took it for granted: "You will get older quickly without playing mahjong and your mind can't even turn. How can you? It's very simple. Why don't we use our mobile phone to play mahjong first?"

She mainly felt that it was abnormal that the sound of mahjong could not be heard in the mourning hall.

When Mrs. Guan saw that she was sitting like a statue, with only her hands working: "There is your blessing to Changsheng."

Jia Huanhuan was surprised and waved his hand quickly: "No, no! Brother Changsheng is Wenquxing, hehe, our family has always said that."

Wanxian will not speak.

The old lady said: "The most important thing between husband and wife is to praise him more, that's right!"

Wan Changsheng, who carved things, laughed.

Now Jia Huanhuan likes the old lady more, proudly putting her hands on her hips: "It's it!"

The old lady actually said, "It's not enough. Look at it. You two must have done more housework, right?"

Jia Huanhuan quickly protected him: "He has many big things to be busy with, so I will do some housework, as it should."

The old lady actually taught in front of Wan Changsheng: "A man, in fact, he is a child no matter how old he is. No matter how hard he works outside, how much pressure he is under, he will be satisfied when he returns home as long as someone praises him. There is no man who wants to go home exhausted. He is useless to listen to his wife's lesson?"

Jia Huanhuan is realistic: "Brother Changsheng is not that kind of man!"

The old lady taught her lifelong skills: "You see, he doesn't do much housework, but as long as he does something occasionally, you will praise him. I think I am very happy. When I was a child, I always dreamed of marrying a husband who can make money to support the family and help me share housework. My mother also said that I was daydreaming and there wouldn't be such a good man at all, but I didn't find him?"

The old lady in her sixties and seventies changed her character in a different tone, as if she was really praising her serious husband.

Wan Changsheng was shocked.

He had seen Professor Gou and Mrs. Guan respect each other, but he didn't expect to be so affectionate.

I guess Professor Gou, who is serious and upright in the eyes of outsiders, has taken care of all the housework at home.

Jia Huanhuan even opened her mouth and exclaimed. She must have never expected that the old lady would be as naughty as a girl, with a obviously coaxing tone.

The old lady's white-haired face was not sad: "This kind of praise is indeed a bit awkward at first, but it is mature again and again, and gradually it becomes as shameless as fish in water."

She is still happy!

Jia Huanhuan looked at Wan Changsheng, probably because he had planned it, but he could not speak out.

Mrs. Guan is sure to be perfect: "The basic policy is to have no principles and no lower limits. Be sure to grasp the richer than him, the handsomer than him, the handsomer than him, the talented than him, the Gu family, and the Gu family are not richer than him, right?"

Jia Huanhuan had already started to get started and nodded slowly: "It was..."

The old lady was as happy as a child: "Okay, I will accept you as an apprentice in the future."

Wan Changsheng secretly looked at the old lady Guan again, as if he understood something.

Professor Gou can offend so many people in the Academy of Fine Arts for decades, but he still insists on his own actions. I guess he really doesn't care about the evil comments outside.

Because when he gets home, he has the most happy happiness.

This made Wan Changsheng involuntarily feel a little softer when carving the avatar.

Originally, he almost cut a knife like Mr. Lu Xun, but now he still wants to leave the old lady with a handsome old man she likes to praise.

Therefore, the three days of public condolences are not sad or even enjoyable for Wan Changsheng.

On the night of thirty and on the morning of the first day of the New Year, the phone was filled with blessings from all parties.

Wan Changsheng explained in a circle of friends: "A elders have passed away at home, so wait a moment."

The management group also said.

Everyone must not know that Gou Laosan, who insisted on abolishing the ten-year-old leader, was a little sad after hearing this news.

Wan Changsheng would not tell Huanhuan about this.

In fact, this kind of luxuriously decorated funeral home has many floors, and the atrium is empty like a hotel, so each mourning room has a standard room to rest.

Wan Changsheng asked Huanhuan to accompany her master's wife to eat, sleep and take care of her.

At most, I just take a nap occasionally, and I mainly enter this creative excitement.

It also started from the final version of the stage sculpture, and Wan Changsheng's sculpture style began to come into contact with some less concrete symbolic techniques.

For example, when he was about to carve Professor Gou's avatar, he would subconsciously think of the most famous sculptures of Lu Xun, which were often very mottled and strong, and even some even had a bumpy face.

This is all for the sculptor to express the style of this fighter who uses pens as swords and guns.

You can't be a round and rich person, just like Maitreya Buddha who makes money with peace.

Professor Gou has always been fighting against people, heaven and earth.

But after hearing Mrs. Guan’s description, Wan Changsheng began to change. He didn’t care what Professor Gou looked like in other people’s eyes. He just wanted to give this as a souvenir to his master’s wife and also give him a warning.

Everyone actually has their own heart.

Don't judge what others are like based on just a little appearance.

With this layer of thought, when you see other people in the future, you will have a more thinking direction.

So when the three-day condolence period was completed and the cremation was sent according to the procedure, Huanhuan supported the old lady and Wan Changsheng held the portrait. He did not even deliberately notify the college to ask for any specifications, which was the family's own business.

At this time, the avatar that Old Mrs. Guan was holding in her hand.

A portrait that surprised her.

Wan Changsheng actually captured the expression he saw Professor Gou calling his wife for leave!

The serious old man who was serious and serious in everyone's impression, had a slightly embarrassed and careful expression at that moment, and it must be only familiar with the old lady himself.

So at the last moment, the old lady who had been relaxed and relaxed without the scrambling others to snatch the sky and the earth, she finally burst into tears while kissing the avatar.
Chapter completed!