In the suburbs to the west of the city, there is a series of peaks.

The funeral parlor is halfway up one of the mountains.

It is said that as early as the Republic of China, the area near here was a famous mass grave, and I don't know how many bones were buried in the soil.

Later, the Lingzi City Government saw that it was surrounded by mountains and rivers, and the feng shui was okay, so it simply relocated the funeral home and crematorium here.

The car of Mu Yun and his party went around the mountain road, and when they arrived at the funeral home, it was already more than four o'clock in the afternoon.

Two staff members of the funeral home surrounded them and carried the coffin off the truck and put it on the cart with their hands and feet.

One of the young staff members pushed the cart and was about to leave.

At this time, Mr. Song stepped forward and grabbed the handle of the cart.

The young man was stunned for a moment and said, "This gentleman ......"

"Shh......h

Teacher Song shook his head and interrupted the young man.

The young man did not dare to speak, but only looked at him in a daze.

Because, many of the people who come here have just experienced the pain of bereavement, and their emotions are often very unstable, so it is best not to easily stimulate each other.

Next, it is the moment to witness Mr. Song's acting skills.

I saw him take a deep breath, his lips slightly open,

It seems that something is about to come out,

However, the next second the mouth closed again.

After thinking about it, he opened his mouth again,

Then close it again.

Open your mouth, close your mouth, open your mouth, close your ......

Mu Yun looked at it and almost wanted to press fast forward.

Seven in and seven out in one breath, what exactly do you want to say!!

Just when the young man's mentality was about to collapse,

The picture finally took a turn for the better.

A crystal tear slipped from the corner of Teacher Song's eye,

His lips moved up and down slightly in an almost invisible amplitude, "Let me ...... Send him off. ”

The voice has been through vicissitudes for a long time, and the tone is tired, as if talking to others, and as if muttering to himself.

Mu Yun couldn't help but be stunned,

Instantly forgot the urge to go up and hit him.

Perfect!

This is textbook acting!

Even Qu Ruolan, who was separated by a coffin board, said that she had learned.

The young staff member was moved.

He wanted to know what the relationship between this man and the man in the coffin was what made him so deeply in love, but he really didn't want to ask again.

So he nodded, his throat becoming a little choked: "I understand, sir, you come with me to the mortuary, please watch your step." ”

Mu Yun saw that the two were about to leave, and he also wanted to follow.

However, Teacher Song gave him a look and motioned him not to follow.

Mu Yun was puzzled.

In the next second, Mr. Song began to support his buttocks with one hand, twisting left and right, trying to pretend to be graceful.

Immediately, he pointed to the other older employee.

Twist your ass...... Disturb...... Employee......

Mu Yun suddenly realized.

- Teacher Song asked him to hook up with the other funeral home employee!

Damn, are you this kind of unscrupulous organization!

And I don't have your amazing acting skills, just go up and hook up, and you'll be exposed immediately!?

However, it seems to see what Mu Yun is thinking.

Teacher Song first gave him a look that could not be refused, and then gave him an encouraging look.

The little brother who pushed the cart saw that Mr. Song had been squeezing his eyebrows, thinking that he was not feeling well. Then he asked with concern, "Sir, are you alright?"

"Ah, I'm fine......"

Teacher Song hurriedly said, "I'm just ...... I'm trying not to let tears fall. Then he pretended to be a relieved smile: "Even if I burst into tears, I want to send him away with a smile, this may be my last stubbornness." ”

Qu Ruolan in the coffin: .........

The little brother's throat choked again.

If he knew that Mr. Song was actually acting, maybe he would be tired and not love it.

The longest road I've walked is your routine.

However, Mu Yun saw that Mr. Song did not hesitate to play again and again for the sake of the organization, and thought to himself, labor and management will go out today and accompany you to complete this longest routine!

He glanced at the target person that the organization had arranged for him.

The staff member looked to be in his fifties or sixties, with gray hair and beard.

And his hands are carrying a large cardboard box, I don't know if it is because of his age or because the cardboard box is too heavy, when he walks, his legs and feet are very inflexible, and the movements and postures of the entire lower body look extremely stiff.

People at this age should be grandparents, and it is right to pretend to be grandchildren to win their favor!

So, Mu Yun decided to start by helping him carry the cardboard box and win his favor step by step.

He walked over to the old employee and said straight to the point:

"Old thing, grandpa, I'll help you carry it!"

Veteran Staff: ......

Teacher Song: ......

Cart Guy: ......

Qu Ruolan [inside the coffin]: ......

As soon as these words came out, the audience was silent.

Mu Yun broke out in a cold sweat: Oops, I was too nervous, I said the wrong thing.

Teacher Song took the opportunity to whisper to the cart boy, "That old man is also your employee, what is he doing?"

"Yes, Mr. Jin is our mortuary and the curator here. The cart boy replied.

Oh no!

It's over, Mu Yun thought to himself.

Unexpectedly, he was the boss of the funeral home, and the key was the curator surnamed Jin.

The last person who dared to talk to him like this was already two feet tall on the grave.

While there is still a chance to explain, hurry up and remedy!

So he immediately spoke, wanting to explain: "Oh no, I mean, Curator Jin...... Poof!"

The last word, Mu Yun couldn't help laughing.

Damn, Director Jin or something, it's too dramatic!

"I'm not laughing at you, Jinguan...... Poofhahahahahaha

Forget it, I'm so tired...... I'm giving up on treatment, so let me laugh first.

Teacher Song stroked his forehead silently.

When it was over, the kid began to give up on himself.

Anyone who saw him smiling like he had won five million at the funeral home would not believe that he was here for the funeral.

Even if it were, the one who died should be the enemy who killed his father......

Without looking, Teacher Song turned around.

Director Jin coughed lightly and said, "Then trouble you, young man, come and help." ”

As he spoke, he gave up the other side of the cardboard box.

Mu Yun hurriedly stretched out his hand to take it.

The other party is not angry, it seems that this curator is quite generous!

And speaking of which, I was considered a hookup mission, right?

He wanted to take a look at Teacher Song, but the latter had already gone away.

"Are you a family member?" asked Director Jin.

Mu Yun nodded.

"Well, condolences. Come with me, and I'll take you to the hall and wait for them. ”

Mu Yun continued to nod, for fear of saying too many mistakes.

Suddenly, Mu Yun felt an itch on his hand.

He looked down.

I don't know if I don't see it, and I'm shocked when I see it.

A tuft of long black hair peeked out from the edge of the cardboard box and touched the hand he was carrying it. Moreover, there was a round eyeball that was staring at him through the opening of the cardboard box.

Mu Yun's face turned pale in a second.