Crazy Psychologist

"I heard an old lady at McDonald's say that the owners of the candle shop are very busy during this period. In the past, they were busy until the winter solstice, which is almost the end of the year. Basically, there is always a break on New Year's Day. No one likes to cross the border. There are no funerals during the New Year, but this year I will probably be busy until next month."

"It's really evil." Sun Xiangyun muttered after hearing his wife's words.

After putting on his thick coat and woolen hat, Sun Xiangyun took out his medical insurance card and went to the studio to look at his sketchbook. Do you want to bring it with you? He hesitated for a while, maybe he really wasn't in the mood to draw today.

At this time, he thought of Van Gogh. Even if Van Gogh was in a bad mood, he would work hard to paint in the fields. Perhaps the worse the time, the more he could not give up his normal life schedule.

Sun Xiangyun thought again that the doctor who liked reading would not object to his idea.

Thinking of this, he seemed to feel better. He took out three hundred yuan in cash and put it in his pocket, and also took a one-dollar coin with him.

These days, you can scan the QR code to send gifts for weddings and weddings, but for things like funerals, cash is not available to this extent. Not many people will put a QR code on the memorial platform and say scan the QR code to pay, even if they know it. Sending a [red envelope] randomly using social software counts as ~~~~~~, which is really a bit strange.

So everyone is still accustomed to using cash, and then adding a one-yuan coin. You can't make an even number for this kind of thing, an odd number is in line with tradition.

It's all little things, but that's the rule passed down from generation to generation.

Huanhai is a big city, and there are almost no traditional funeral rules. However, if you don't do it authentically when giving money for nothing, people will look down upon you. Even if you don't say it openly, you will definitely not feel it in your heart. Comfortable.

Fortunately, Lao Chen passed away at the age of 100, which was considered the end of his life for an old man. He had never heard of any serious illness before, which was much better than Lao Wu.

The winter wind was howling as Sun Xiangyun arrived in front of Building 3. The elevator reached the 11th floor. The family with the door open was Lao Chen's family.

The workers are helping to remove some wreaths and other things, and it seems that the stay is over for today.

"The next step is to hire a master to do the rituals on the seventh day. Most old people at this age will treat it as a happy event."

The person who spoke, Sun Xiangyun, looked familiar, and I thought he must be the candle shop owner Amin mentioned.

He looks shabby. It seems that people in this industry can no longer be glamorous. Unlike the real estate agents on the side of the road who always wear suits and have slicked-down hair. They look like successful people, but in fact they are just selling. of the house.

Sun Xiangyun originally wanted to say hello to Huayuanqiao Hospital after paying his bills and then walked to see Dr. Mu. When he saw Grandpa Chen’s eldest son talking to an older woman by the window sill in the back room, Sun Xiangyun had to wait in the living room. With.

After the workers finished packing, the house was unusually quiet. The owner of the candle shop took a pack of cigarettes and casually said hello to Sun Xiangyun and walked away. In the end, Sun Xiangyun was the only one left standing in the big house with three bedrooms and two living rooms. In the living room, the small room facing south, the light was very bright, and the two people on the window sill looked like silhouettes standing with their backs to the light.

Sun Xiangyun was particularly sensitive to light, so he took another look.

I just heard Grandpa Chen’s eldest son say: “You’ve only worked for a week, why do you need a month’s salary?”

The short woman said: "I said that if the old man dies after working for less than a month, I will also get one month's salary. This is now an industry rule and everyone is like this."

Grandpa Chen’s eldest son was obviously not happy, so he tried to explain, “It’s impossible to pay for a month in just one week. I’ll give you one week’s wages at most, and then make up for another week, and you can just sleep at night. What’s the point of asking for a month’s salary?”

Sun Xiangyun also found it strange that Grandpa Chen's eldest son had always been quite honest, so he wouldn't have refused to pay the nanny.

The nanny was obviously very unhappy. She ran to the living room, moved a chair and sat down without hesitation. She didn't care about the person standing in the living room and muttered towards the room, "I know people like you won't panic when the old man is gone." I'm anxious. When the old man was here, people like us would agree to nannies in every possible way. But now? Once the old man leaves, you'd better lose your salary. I tell you it's not that easy, so I will. There is no time to live without a paycheck, look, what is this.”

As she spoke, the woman opened the zipper of her rose-red coat with a tearing sound, took out a calico bag from it, and made another tearing sound, just like a fish seller in a vegetable market neatly scraping fish scales, tearing and tearing twice. After the zipper was opened, the nanny rummaged around in the bag, finally brought her legs together and dumped the contents of the bag onto her lap.

Sun Xiangyun didn't want to look there, but he vaguely caught a glimpse of a thin syringe, a small plastic bag containing pink and blue medicinal powder, and finally the nanny found a ball of honey-glazed tofu from the pile. Dry size paper.

The nanny put two fingers into her mouth and licked it with her tongue a few times. She pinched the small ball of paper and unfolded it, unfolded it, unfolded it again, and unfolded it. Finally, the nanny shouted: "See clearly, I have a contract."

Grandpa Chen's eldest son hadn't seen clearly yet, but Sun Xiangyun could. Isn't this the nanny from the old Wu family? Why are you at Old Chen's house too?

Thinking of this, Sun Xiangyun took a closer look at the nanny. Well, she has a round face and is not ugly. There are spots on her face. I don't know whether they are caused by the sun or natural. The accent is definitely not local. Man, a rose-red cotton coat is so bright red that I really don’t consider that the old Chen family is still having a funeral.

The eldest son of the old Chen family walked out of the room tiredly. When he saw Sun Xiangyun, he quickly said hello. The two were almost a few years apart in age. Naturally, they called each other elder brother and younger brother. Chen Shenglong also knew that Teacher Sun came here because he heard about it. About my father.

"It's okay. I'm already this old. It's just a pity. It's my birthday soon."

Chen Shenglong's face looked a little tired, but there was also no hint of sadness.

Sun Xiangyun thought that the nanny and Chen Shenglong probably still had something to talk about. After stuffing the manila envelope into the owner's hands, Sun Xiangyun left.

When I was leaving, I heard the nanny's sharp voice, "I have a contract, and it is clearly stated. Even if I come here to work for a day, you will still give me a month's salary if the old man dies. Don't invite me here in the first place. I had one face at that time, but now I have another face. Let me tell you, I am also a person who understands the law. Don’t think that I don’t know how to protect the legitimate rights and interests of workers.”