Vol 2 Chapter 6: Are here to find comfort

After visiting the new living area of ​​Grande, Mr. Ford sat directly on the back porch, and Zach had to carry the other's briefcase down the stairs. ? August 1 Chinese? W? W? W. 81ZW. COM
"You don't look so good." Zac held a cup of tea in his hand and passed it warmly.
"Well, how is it going." Ford's eyes were a little loose. "My dream was stolen." Although it is loose, the direction is still very clear-Grande's living area, "No." It will correct itself. , "I handed over to others. My dream."
Recalling all the plots where Ford appeared in this story, not many, it is easy, everyone should understand this sentence, no explanation.
Zac smiled slightly, opened his mouth, and countless words that could be said in this situation were screened and excluded by our vampires, and finally became, "Thank you, we, Grande, need to thank you."
Ford's gaze retracted in the shaking, and Zackey glared as he took the briefcase. "So don't let me down!"
The theme changed very fast. Zac was still empty when he was about to say something. "Three funerals." The information was also handed to Zac. "The funeral that Allen got I have already seen the price of coffins and cemeteries in the industry. It ’s not difficult for you.
He pouted,
It was originally prepared for cremation, but the timing is wrong, the relatives are not willing to wait, and the price is very low. All you have to do is go there, they do n’t need the church set, they just need to ... "Ford pouted again," just deal with it. "
Um, how to say, there are still such people, too practical. The deceased is dead. Those who are alive, say good things, they are all busy looking forward, saying that the unpleasant point is ... There is no unpleasant statement. In short, I hope that the deceased will stay in this world with minimum energy and money The last trouble. As everyone knows, corpses cannot be thrown in the trash.
Zacben prepared to turn over the documents, but he didn't feel the need to turn over after listening to them. "Okay, don't you have any other requirements?"
"As soon as possible." Ford shrugged. "The only requirement. Oh yes, it's better to be outside of work hours."
"It's convenient." Zac also shrugged. "Send it today, it will be buried at night."
Ford twitched his eyes and looked at the smiling Zach beside him, "Do you want me to feel better?"
"Yes ~" Zack did not deny it.
Ford curled his eyes, and his mood was really good, but the word is still the same, "Halfway! Nothing grows!"
Halfway goods are Zac. Isn't it an accident, don't, Zac came halfway, didn't he? Didn't grow? Don't be surprised. The owner of the Grand Funeral Home? This is just an identity, everything about the owner of the funeral home, everything Zac knows, who taught? Don't let your mind get caught in the door. It is thought that it was this fellow, Ford, who came to the Southern District and Old Hank to enjoy retirement, by the way, to die, and by the way, two old sons. Well, to be fair, Old Hank taught about a quarter, like burying people in North Park, and the rest, Ford taught.
I still remember the first time Grande received the real ‘big’ funeral. Whom did Mr. Quinn ask for help?
So go back and see Zac ’s thanks, it ’s not polite, it ’s true.
"Funeral is funeral! Our work! Obituary notice! Relatives need to confirm! The process must be the same! This is our job!" Ford's smiley eyes and mouth spraying excited lessons are really a bit Awkward, "Well, it can be buried at night! Unsaved, the funeral industry I devoted all my life, my dream, will be destroyed in your hands!"
Zac smiled and patted Ford, who was so awkward and obviously cramped, believing that Ford's mood was "When will these relatives come back?"
Ford rubbed his face. "In the afternoon, I said hello. Just drag three Hank's ready-made coffins. It should be just a glance. The cemetery, there will be no requirements. The relatives also agreed. You can do the burial ceremony together, and get it at noon tomorrow. "No kidding glance at Zac," I still have to find a pastor. "
"Father." Zac nodded. "Eric, remember?"
"Uh, Eric Eric?" Ford raised an eyebrow. "The son we worked with last time?"
"Yes, it's him." Zach shook his head. "You won't believe it. At his father's funeral, this Eric was the same as the priest of the Church of the Son, Father Constantine." Zac seemed to be saying A gossip, "Father Constantine now, yeah, on a business trip, Eric is the new priest of the Church of the Son."
"Uh ..." Ford opened his mouth, not knowing how to express it.
"I know." Zac shook his head, feeling empathetic. "Let you doubt the belief, as if anyone can be a priest."
"I'm not religious." Ford rolled his mouth and rolled his less obvious eyes. "It doesn't matter, that guy can finish the work." After he finished tapping his legs, he stood up, very relaxed, "OK, It ’s okay, and I have nothing to talk to you about.
In an annoying tone, obviously intentionally,
The information is all in your hands, and the transfer and other funerals have finished you and left.

It was really too lazy to go back. Before getting in the car, he took a last glance at Grande's living area by the door, shook his head, and stooped into the car.
Everything was smooth and moving, just when I was out of the backyard—Madison's car flicked the dust and drifted into Grande under Ford's subconscious curse.
Zac simply didn't go upstairs anymore, and handed over the information to Louise, who was staying behind the counter in the showroom. Looking at the harsh friction, Madison even jumped and ran straight to himself .
As soon as he stepped onto the back porch, Madison calmed down inexplicably, slowly breathing and sorting out his appearance.
Zac, tilting his head, looked at Madison's actions with disapproval, and patted the seat next to him. What anxiety, Madison himself will speak.
"I'm dying."
Zac's head was turned in a different direction, but he didn't expect Madison to say that.
Still not opening immediately, but raised his eyebrows slightly, raised his hand and pinched Madison's brim, and raised a trace. naked. put it back.
He said, "Are you sick, Madison?"
Zac played a military doctor for a while, remember, although if the vampire really wanted to save those poor soldiers, only a little blood was needed, but Zac was very attentive. Shaved things. So Zac's question is Zac's reasonable interpretation of Madison's behavior.
Interpreting it, Zac still tapped Madison's chin, finger pressed Madison's neck, raised his eyebrow, and answered himself, "No, Madison, you are not sick."
"I'm not sick." Madison took Zach away. "But I'm going to die." He said calmly.
If it were n’t for Grande ’s backyard, the smoke from Madison ’s car had n’t fallen, and Zac really believed it was calm, pursing his lips,
Speak, Madison, what ’s wrong with you.

"I'm not nervous, I'm stating." Madison said in a positive tone, "I'm going to die, Zac, I tell you, I'm going to die."
"Okay." Zach did ... thinking about something terrible--he rolled up his sleeves and handed Bai Jing's arm to Madison. "I don't care anymore, what about you?"
Has anyone thought about something terrifying, please combine the orthodox Toledo lineage, Eli Toledo, Charlie, you can also bring Ian, 'general', it is best to bring Leo to say about eternal vampires Thinking about the defects of the bloodline ...
Madison didn't think, but looked at Zac's extended arm and swallowed. Then, holding Zac's sleeve, pulling the cuff back, Zac's arm was put back in front of Zac in an almost cautious to extreme gesture, taking a big deep breath, "West wants to write me. "
Zac sorted his cuffs and looked sideways at Madison. Without responding for the first time, he blinked, "What then?"
"Then? Then!" Madison's calmness couldn't help but collapse, "You forgot the Wales she wrote ?! She wrote Wales dead! Dead! Because of what ?! Because his cat is sick! She didn't Time to continue to compile the story! So simply write the protagonist to death !!! "
Zac naturally remembered the writing class he was listening to, shrugging, "Relax Madison, that was her fiction, you are real, you are his friend, she won't, uh, just write you dead."
"Are you comforting me? Write me to death?"
Zac continued to shrug, "What do you expect me to say?" Zac's accident, um, to Madison's life and death, "You are the guy in the writing class, you know that your teacher, um, Morris Teacher, right, I like to emphasize conflicts and dramatization, isn't it. "Zac still shrugged." No one can guarantee that the favorite student of Morris's teacher will not be dramatized on her friends. Right."
Madison stared at Zac as if he saw Zac for the first time, "You, who are you?"
"Your unscrupulous boss, a vampire mixed with humans." Zac is still shrugging, not that there is no other action to do, but expressing something, hehe, "This is not the core of the two you shape my character. It ’s an element, you know it best.
Yes, Madison seems to have forgotten about a guy who suddenly ran in front of Zac and said he was going to be written by someone. He was writing Zac.
Madison was silent for two seconds, just two seconds, "Can this be the same ?! I can write your death countless times, and you will still be here !! But Wes wrote a close-up of my death, I, I ... "Madison's hand was hard in the air, probably hitting the air.
Zac's focus is accurate, raising his eyebrows, "So, have you written about my death? Countless times?"
Instinctively, "Uh no, I'm just analogizing ..." Then the reaction became more and more excited, "I'm not talking about you now! I'm talking about myself! My life! My ..."
"Then tell West." Zac interrupted. "Let her not write you to death, what excitement." Zac was really calm.
"I said it!" Madison responded quickly. "But I, I ..."
"Don't you trust your friends?" Zac started to shrug again with a raised tail, and probably no other suitable action this time.
"It's not a matter of trust or not! This is, this is ..." Madison's face was tangled. Please think about it from Madison ’s point of view, ‘Hey, are you writing me? By the way, do n’t write me to death ~ I ’m really going to die ~ ’, this kind of words seems impossible to say, right?
"Suddenly, why did West want to write about you?" Zac looked at Madison obliquely and asked a question about his achievements.
"How do I know ..." It seemed to be a very affirmative response that the card owner was halfway through, and Madison's face became somber, "Morris! Gee! Damn Morris ..."
"Teacher." Zac actually reminded Madison of "a little respect."
"You don't know !!" Madison seemed to have been ignited again, "Wess originally wrote some love stories well written! That Morris introduced West to participate in what ghost anonymous sharing group! The silly x got together and said ... "
Zach raised his eyebrows with a trace of curiosity, and when he was about to listen to the details, Madison was stuck there again, his mouth open, his throat shaking.
Sam, I know, the awkward guy, walking across the back porch, "I'll help Louise."
Zac nodded and looked back at Madison, "Continue."
Madison closed his mouth and told Zac with tightness throughout his body that he did not continue. Um, how to say, as far as the truth is concerned, Madison cannot continue, does he? His immediate escape made him never participate in the anonymous sharing.
Zack shook his head and comforted Madison seriously. "Relax, didn't Wales really die? The story is only a story, the end is the end, the reality is still going on." Zac raised his hand. Yes, the hand that just rolled up his cuffs and reached Madison. "And you still have this. If you complain, I'm here."
Madison's eyes were probably attracted by Zac's shaking hand, and he swallowed again, silent.
Zac glanced at Madison's hat again, "You really chose the 'good' time to change the model, you know, although your ability is useless, but this time, it should be a little warning." Zac He raised his eyebrows. "Why do you shave your head? James started running early in the morning to say your head ..." Zachlian asked concernedly-'What happened to you yesterday? ’None asked.
Madison stood up. "Is Ford coming to give you the funeral business that was silted up during this time?" Forcibly changed the subject.
"Yeah." Zac turned his head, and he didn't want to say it, forget it, I don't know, so I can't help stimulating James when I get it. "Does the mill also have business."
"Yes." Madison turned back to the car in the backyard. "Huh, in my work report, I haven't had time to read it."
"Oh, yeah, isn't James here yet, huh, he hasn't had time to see ~" Zac's steady.
"Look at the phone." Madison gave Zac a blank look and got in the car.
Therefore, the Grand visitors to this day are all here to find comfort. Zac went out to comfort, and they thanked and walked away without saying a word. Um, do n’t say Zac did n’t comfort James, Zac gave him a goal to swing his ‘James’, did n’t he?
After just witnessing Madison leave, Sam came out, "I know that anonymous sharing group." Still appeared abruptly, but listening to him went on, "When I went to find that Kyle classmate Vinson as you said yesterday, His uncle went to him and said that he took him to an event in the evening to see what the person who was really crushed by life looked like. "
After Zac heard it, he blinked without knowing how to react. "Okay, it sounds boring. Thank you for telling me this." I don't know what it's useful to harvest this kind of information.
"No thanks ~" Sam left such a sentence and turned back to the showroom to help Louise. (To be continued.)