The next morning, I texted Miai to confirm that she was at work, and then drove to the funeral home; The thought of going home and changing clothes after all is a funeral home, after all, this kind of beach pants and sandals go there a little abruptly. When I went out again, Zhang Weidong was actually at the intersection of my house. Look at me dressed up, my eyes are about to come out:

"Huh? Wear it so formally? Marriage or funeral? I came over today to run errands, and I just took out the phone and asked you to come out for breakfast, and you won't be so formal when you see me, right? ”

", I'll deliver it."

Zhang Weidong smiled thief: "So early, let you wear so Zhou Zheng to deliver the goods?" Where's that girl? We escort you together. ”

"Funeral home." I said three words, and this time they were dumbfounded. After making sure that I wasn't joking, Zhang Weidong took a few of his younger brothers and scolded and left: "Let's go, just don't meet this goods, bad luck." ”

I hurriedly drove to the funeral home in the eastern suburbs; It was almost ten o'clock by then. I haven't paid attention to it before, but this time I found that the parking lot at the entrance was almost unstoppable. Drive the car directly to the door, after explaining to the security guard that he was looking for someone and providing Miai's phone number; I signed the registration and let me drive in. I parked my car and texted Mia to say I had arrived, but she didn't reply to me. You can only get out of the car and walk around inside.

It's rare that there aren't as many ghosts in this kind of place as I thought. I thought I would see a scene of "crowds of people"; As a result, there are quite a lot of people. Occasionally, one or two ghosts can be seen standing in the shadows, but not with people; It's more like a kind of caretaker. And the voice in the hearts of the families here is quite unified: grief. I didn't know where Miai was in such a large garden, and when I saw a ghost near me, I walked over and lit two cigarettes; Draw one by yourself and the other in the pot next to it:

"This ghost sent big brother, it's hard work."

The ghost cha bowed his hand and saluted: "Lord Shangcha is here, and we can't greet us; It's not that we don't want to, but it's a lot of inconvenience during the day, so please forgive me. ”

"Ahem, it's fine. Why is there not as much of a ghost here as there is an obstetrics and gynecology? ”

The ghost took a puff of cigarette, and when he heard my question, he quickly replied: "Back to Shangcha-sama, when a person dies, his spirit and body have actually been separated. Most of the ghosts here want to see their last journey, so there won't be too many. And the last wisp of pure soul on the body will also die at the moment of cremation, and I am waiting here not so much to guard this place, but to guard the cemetery behind it. As he spoke, the ghost pointed to the hillside behind, and sure enough, it was densely packed with cemeteries.

"Brother Ghost, do you know where the undertaker is?"

"Lord Shangcha walked down this row of farewell halls, turned left at the end of the road, and the third room was the dressing room." The ghost kept gesturing, and said apologetically: "This house has a sleepy soul array, and I can't bring the messenger to it; Look at the big man Haihan. ”

"Where, thank you very much. I won't disturb the ghost brother on duty, and I will come to the store to sit when I have time. With that, I took my leave and left.

After a row of farewell halls, I found that the layout here is symmetrical; It seems to be deliberately made into a mirror image. When I passed by the last farewell hall, there happened to be a monk doing things inside; I saw the monk chanting the chanting bell, and I didn't know what he was reciting. But as he chanted, the body was slowly covered with a faint layer of gold, which was particularly light; It's the kind of gold that people can't see. This should be what is called excess, right? When I came to the door of the powder room, there was a glass on the door; When I looked at it, I saw Miai lying on a stainless steel cart and applying makeup to a corpse. It's about makeup, but it's more like tinkering: there are a lot of wounds on the body, and she's stitching them up. And there was only one girl in the huge dressing room, which made me wonder about this person: what would make such a girl stick to such a job. Shouldn't people her age be chasing dramas, shopping, and posting on Weibo? Unconsciously, I focused my mind on the mouth of my heart.

'It's a little closer, please bear with me; It must hurt, please bear with me a little longer, and it will be fine in no time. ’

She............ He actually spoke to a corpse, and in such a tone; It seems that she is a surgeon doing stitches on a living person. Shocked, I retreated into the hallway and pulled out another cigarette and lit it; I'm still waiting for her at the door. This girl is very kind-hearted, and can do this to a corpse; But they are afraid to be with the living......

The wait was more than an hour, and I only heard the sound of "bang". The door was slid open, her hair was tied up and she wore a medical cap, and the scar on her fair face was completely exposed; There was blood on the gloves that he hadn't had time to take off. When he saw me at the door, he was stunned: 'How did he know I was here?' He wasn't afraid? ’

I smiled lightly: "It's hard work, you go to clean and disinfect first." I'll be waiting for you in the front yard. ”