In the tears of netizens, the plot of the final chapter continues;

After the departure of his mother Lin Yun, Xiao Yuan seems to have grown a lot.

Perhaps because of Lao Lin's previous deep understanding of the meaning of the existence of butterflies, she no longer armed herself with thorns.

When a person lets go of indifference and treats others with sincerity, she will naturally be able to reap the kindness from this world - more or less.

Gradually, there were more friends in Xiaoyuan at school.

Outside of school, Ohara still goes to the stone bridge outside the town every day to wait for Lao Lin to get off work.

She is not herself, and every day she uses her mobile phone to chat with Orange Orange in another city. In terms of circumstances, the two of them are the same now.

They have all lost their mothers, but Orange Orange has not yet come out of the shadow of the death of the boss lady. And Ohara was lucky that she met Lao Lin, and during this time, she already had a new understanding of death.

This went on for a while.

One weekend morning, Ohara was woken up by a violent cough.

She got up and came to the living room, and saw Lao Lin sitting on the sofa, looking at the leather bag full of burial tools in front of her in a daze.

"Ohara, I'll teach you how to be buried. ”

"Huh?"

Hearing Lao Lin's sudden decision, Xiao Yuan blinked.

Over the past period of time, she has become quite familiar with and accustomed to Lao Lin's work. She is no longer afraid of corpses, and even when she occasionally goes to the funeral home to wait for Lao Lin who works overtime, she can already help Lao Lin, who is coughing more and more.

But in the face of Lao Lin's decision, Xiao Yuan was still a little afraid.

It is not the work that is feared, but the sacredness of the work.

"I'm fussful, if I can't do it...... It will grieve the bodies and their families. Still don't want it......"

Seeing his granddaughter's apprehensive appearance, Lao Lin smiled faintly, "It's not that serious, just do it with awe." There is nothing bad in this world. ”

Seeing that Xiao Yuan's face was still in fear, Lao Lin patted his thigh and simply lay down on the sofa.

looked up at the puzzled Xiao Yuan, and smiled: "Well, you will treat me as a dead person, and use me to practice your hands." ”

Looking at Lao Lin lying on the sofa on his back, Xiao Yuan blinked, "Then don't move, if you move, I don't know what to do." ”

"Don't move, come on. ”

Seeing his grandfather's serious hands on his chest, lying really like a corpse, Xiao Yuan grinned. Like a housekeeper, he picked up the brush in his leather bag and came to Lao Lin.

"Don't be so light, wax evenly so that the face looks natural. ”

"Oh, don't move!"

"Good, good, don't move. You can draw it, and I'll correct it for you when I'm done. ”

......

Lao Lin's words and deeds have made Ohara's makeup skills improve rapidly.

In the following days, Lao Lin took Xiao Yuan to the funeral home every weekend and let her actually bury the body.

Whenever he saw Xiao Yuan's awe and respect for the deceased, and the meticulousness and gentleness in the burial process, Lao Lin smiled with great satisfaction.

After a long time like this, Ohara became famous in the funeral home. The staff of the funeral home all knew that Lao Lin's mantle had been inherited. For this little girl who is not afraid of the corpse and is a deep old Lin Zhenchuan, everyone likes it tightly.

One weekend afternoon.

After finishing a burial, Lao Lin and Ohara strolled along the path that led to the bus stop.

Thinking back to the funeral that had just ended, Ohara was very excited - the deceased had fallen from the building by accident, and the image of the body was terrible. But the entire process of stitching and burial was done by Ohara independently.

The family was very satisfied with the final appearance of the body and specially expressed their gratitude to Ohara.

This made Ohara very proud.

On the path, looking at the butterflies flying all over the sky, Xiao Yuan raised his face: "Grandpa, I have always forgotten to ask you, how did you get into this industry in the first place?"

"Me?" Lao Lin stopped, looked at the burning clouds in the sky and smiled slightly, "I used to shoot in a photo studio. I usually put on makeup for guests. I really got into this business because of your grandmother. ”

"My grandmother?"

Facing Xiao Yuan's puzzled gaze, Lao Lin nodded.

"Your mother died when she was seventeen. At the funeral home, the men put on a very stiff makeup for her. I was so angry that I lost my temper and wiped it all out and reincarnated it.

It wasn't until then that I realized that after living with her for so many years, I had never seen her well and attentively...... Go to work, earn money, and support your family. I'm busy every day, but I always forget what I do those things for. ”

Speaking of this, Lao Lin smiled: "When I was tidying up your grandmother's appearance, I felt unprecedented peace. Later, your mother also left this home, and I quit my original job in the photo studio in order to find her, and then returned to the town and did this business in a daze. ”

Looking at the smile on Lao Lin's face, Xiao Yuan grinned: "When you first started, weren't you afraid?"

"I'm scared, too. Lao Lin patted Xiao Yuan's head and smiled: "But think about it, in fact, these people who have completed their lives will make people feel very peaceful." You will have a different understanding and respect for death. ”

"That's why it's because of respect for death that you treat every body so carefully?"

Facing his granddaughter, who had a lot of problems today, Lao Lin shook his head with a smile, thought about it, and replied: "The way to truly respect death is not to take the body seriously. ”

"What's that?" Ohara, who was a curious baby, threw out a question again.

Looking at the burning clouds in the sky, Lao Lin was distracted.

"It's about living well. ”

After a while, he answered.

In Xiao Yuan's knowing gaze, Lao Lin patted her head. Said meaningfully: "I didn't do this well, I hope you can do it." ”

"Oh. ”

Ohara nodded solemnly.

Lao Lin coughed violently for a while, and waved his hand with a smile in Xiao Yuan's worriedness.

"Don't worry, I'm just going to die. ”

In Xiao Yuan's surprise as if he had been struck by lightning, Lao Lin blinked childishly: "Do you remember the first day you came home?"

In shock, Xiao Yuan remembered what Lao Lin looked like that day - at night, he was wearing a decent suit, his hair was meticulously combed, and his complexion looked ruddy and healthy.

Tears welled up in Xiao Yuan's round eyes.

She didn't know it before, but now that she thinks about it, it was clearly a shroud.

......

Lao Lin is gone.

In the funeral home, colleagues who have been with each other for many years are gathered in a small disposal room.

Originally, the figure who was always seriously busy working around the disposal table is now lying peacefully on the disposal table.

Originally, where he was, there was a girl dressed in black.

Her gaze at the corpse was gentle and serene, and her hand holding the brush gently swaying over the corpse was soft and rhythmic.

When the last stroke of the remains was finished, looking at Lao Lin on the disposal table, Xiao Yuan leaned over to look at the peaceful and peaceful remains, and pursed his mouth.

She gently picked up a teddy bear next to the body—the one that Lao Lin had replaced with a kitchen knife, and stuffed it into the hand that the body held on her chest.

In the cold funeral home, looking at the cute teddy bear that Lao Lin was holding in his hand, everyone laughed.

With that heartfelt smile, the camera gradually brightened.

Until it turned a holy white, a line of small words appeared in the picture.

"The Undertaker", end.