December 2, 2023.

Liucheng, Nanzhong Street.

When Bao Shiyi entered the door, he heard Zhou Yun and his daughter talking with a smile, Zhou Yun was patiently teaching Xiaoxiao to call his mother, and he listened from a distance with a trace of expectation.

"Smile...... Mom!"

The sound of laughter is different from the previous babbling, although it is still a little vague, but carefully you can hear the two words in the words.

"Smile and call Mom. ”

"Hemp ......"

……

Bao Shiyi walked to the living room and saw Zhou Yun on the sofa with his head down and laughing, holding a rattle in his hand, and the shaking sound was simply loud.

Xiaoxiao reached out to get the rattle, but he couldn't reach it, and his mouth was pouted, and he looked very unhappy, as if he was going to cry in the next second.

Bao Shiyi stood there, looking at the scene in front of him.

For some reason, there was something indescribable in his heart, either sour or joyful.

Not far away, not close, he was like a bystander, watching this scene without anyone noticing.

The sun shines quietly through the window and falls in the living room, and the bright smile is as bright as the sun.

Before Bao Shiyi could think about it, Xiaoxiao's eyes had already fallen on Bao Shiyi.

A smile instantly appeared on the chubby little face, and he stretched out his chubby little hand to Bao Shiyi, babbling and shouting, very happy, as if he wanted Bao Shiyi to come and hug her.

Bao Shiyi walked over with a smile and reached out to hug Xiaoxiao.

Zhou Yun saw that Bao Shiyi was back, smiled and smiled, glanced at Bao Shiyi, and said: "Little one has no conscience, as soon as you come back, there will only be you in your eyes." ”

Xiaoxiao didn't know Zhou Yun's words at all, she just hugged Bao Shiyi tightly, her little face grinning like a fat apple, and her eyes flashed with dazzling stars.

……

Zhou Yun knew that Bao Shiyi had gone to see Director Zeng Sheng, and couldn't help asking, "How is it?"

"What did the director say?"

He also wondered why I wasn't in such a hurry to write a story now, and now that I'm happy with my new story, he hopes to get ready quickly, and he is very touched by this story. ”

Zhou Yun hadn't read the script, and subconsciously said, "About the funeral, about death, it's not moving, it should be sad." ”

Bao Shiyi smiled and didn't answer, just lowered his head and played with toys with Xiaoxiao, and gave the rattle to smile.

Zhou Yun looked at Bao Shiyi and Xiaoxiao's father and daughter, and her eyes fell on the script on the coffee table, with three words clearly written on it-

"The Undertaker"!

Zhou Yun took the script, flipped through it, and looked at the outline written in front of the script, due to the disbandment of the band, cellist Lin Wu lost his job. He left Yanjing with his wife Mika and returned to his hometown of Yamagata Prefecture. However, even in Yamagata, it is difficult for Daigo to find a job without practical skills.

"There is no age limit, high salary is guaranteed, and the actual working hours are very short. We are looking for a Travel Assistant. A job advertisement with eye-catching conditions attracted Lin Wu, but when he rushed to NK Office with the advertisement, he learned - "That's misleading, we need to find someone to be an assistant to someone who goes to that world." ”

The boss of the office explained to Lin Wu the nature of the work, and the so-called "journey assistant" was actually the undertaker, who was responsible for putting the body into the coffin and making up for it.

Zhou Yun's eyes condensed slightly, and when he saw the last line of words, for some reason, he felt an inexplicable solemnity, and said, "Mortician?"

"Yes, it's the undertaker. ”

Zhou Yun glanced back at Bao Shiyi and asked, "How did you think of writing such a story?" ”

"Because of a god who has depression...... Friend. ”

Hearing Bao Shiyi's words in his mind, he said indifferently: "Who is friends with you, a short-lived ghost, if it weren't for your short life...... Hey, I won't be so miserable......"

Later in the day, the system's voice became mournful again.

"I was wrong, I was really wrong, you said that I shouldn't have chosen you as a short-lived ghost in the first place, if I hadn't chosen you as a short-lived ghost, my host wouldn't have died so early, my host wouldn't have died early, and I wouldn't have fallen to such a sad point, as short-lived as you...... Boom ......"

For the expression of the tragic fate of the system, Bao Shiyi's heart did not fluctuate at all, Master Lin Ge possessed him, Lin Ge was indifferent, and even a little Bao Shiyi's disdain and cold.

Zhou Yun would never have known that there was a neurotic system between her and Bao Shiyi crying to Bao Shiyi.

She looked at the script, and actually had some doubts in her heart, not knowing who the friend with depression that Bao Shiyi said was.

"Short-lived ghost, you and Necrophilia must hold a grand funeral for me, you must know that the funeral for me is also a funeral for you. I'm not for myself, I'm for you, for the world to be better after we both die...... ”

The voice in my head sounded as if I was looking up at the sky at a forty-five degree angle, and I was strong in the face of the impending fate.

Regarding the depression of the system, Bao Shiyi said that he had no way to stop it, even if he wanted to sort out the remains of the system, there was no way.

"Short-lived ghost, don't be afraid, I'll be with you, huh...... So you have to stay with me too......"

Although it is said that it is necessary to be patient and sympathetic to people with depression, as a representative of the revenge society, a collection of negative energy, Bao Eleven will only be-

"The host mutters your voice and yawns coldly at you. ”

……

The living room is very quiet, everything is quiet, the sun is still shining like that, and the sun is still brilliant.

Bao Shiyi looked at Zhou Yun who was reading the script, the male protagonist in that story was the mortuary, burying the dead.

Just like Shen Ming at the beginning, after death, someone came to sort out the makeup, and then said goodbye to his relatives for the last time.

Leave this world at its best.

However, no matter how good it looks, it will eventually be left.

Will never come back.

That's what parting means.

Zhou Yun seemed to be aware of it, turned his head to look at Bao Shiyi, and his eyes met.

The daughter sat in the middle playing with a rattle with a smile.

Time seems to freeze at this moment, and in the eyes of that meeting, the smile in the depths of the eyes is like the wind, setting off a ripple of emotion.

Everything seemed to come to a standstill, as if time had stood still.

The corners of Bao Eleven's mouth rose slightly.

Actually, as the neuropathy system says, that's not a systematic funeral, that's -

"Dad...... Ah, Dad......"

Those two words are both the beginning and the answer.

Xiaoxiao stretched out his little fat hand, and the rattle he held in his little hand shook and swayed, the drum beat was staggered, and it was pleasant, like the most primitive sacrifice.

Bao Shiyi reached out and touched Xiaoxiao's head and smiled.

yes, that would be his dream funeral too.