Her eldest son was an engineer, married late, married a wife at the age of nearly 40, gave birth to a boy, because the child was born prematurely, often sick, on the grounds of taking care of the child, he could not return to his hometown once a year.

The youngest son is a doctor who often works overtime, and his wife couldn't stand being neglected in the early years, leaving her two-year-old daughter behind.

As soon as his wife left, the youngest son could not take care of his daughter alone, so he sent her back to her hometown and was raised by an old lady until she was in high school.

Her two sons have not been home for several years since they got married, and the old lady herself is not in good health, her personality is so strong, she is unwilling to drag down her two sons, and she does not say anything about physical problems, and endures it silently.

When they received calls from their sons during the New Year's holidays, they only reported good news and not bad news, until she died, and the two sons learned from their neighbors that the old mother actually suffered from asthma.

If it is found early, there may be a possibility of complete recovery, but unfortunately, the two sons never came home, so naturally they would not know.

By the time I knew, it was too late, and the old lady was already dead.

However, judging from the expressions of these people, they did not seem to be very sad about the death of the old lady, but more of a relieved happiness.

Yan Bei looked at the expressions of several people, but she didn't say anything, and she didn't easily judge whether their actions were right or wrong.

She came here today just to finish Uncle Zhong's work, not to be here to be compassionate.

When the family found out about Uncle Zhong's arrival, they immediately got up to pick it up, and when they saw that Uncle Zhong had brought a pair of strangely dressed mother and son, the eldest son asked in surprise:

"Uncle Zhong, who are these two?"

"It's my assistant, the child is very well-behaved and out of the way." Uncle Zhong said casually, not wanting to delay too long on such unnecessary issues, and said, "Let's work first." ”

"Okay." The eldest son nodded, invited his younger brother, and led Yan Bei and the three of them to the back of the mourning hall.

Behind the mourning hall is a semi-open room with a wall and glass doors on three sides.

There was a lot of cold air inside, and a platform covered with white cloth was lonely, the table was slightly raised, and the old lady's body was inside.

When the group came to the door, the youngest son stepped forward and pushed open the glass door, and a cold breath wafted out with a faint rancid smell, causing the two sons of the deceased to frown.

The eldest son resisted the urge to cover his mouth and nose, frowned and explained: "My mother said before her death that she wanted her to go when she went to Meimei, so it was troublesome for the two of you." ”

Uncle Zhong bowed his head, only replied "yes", and walked in with the makeup box without changing his face.

As he walked, he instructed the two sons at the door, "Give the old lady the clothes to my assistant." ”

"Okay, I'll go get it." The youngest son nodded, and immediately ran out, as if a dog was chasing him.

But when he came back, he was not alone, his daughter, the female college student, and the granddaughter of the deceased also came with her, holding the shroud prepared for the old lady in her hand, and came to Yan Bei, a little unsure whether to hand it over or not.

Because, she is still holding a little guy dressed like a zombie in the Qing Dynasty.

Yan Bei nodded at her first, motioned for her to take it a little, and then put the curious little guy in his arms by the glass door, and whispered:

"Be obedient, stay here, don't leave, you know?"

The little guy looked at the people around him, and then at the other morgues in the long corridor next to him, his little body was close to Yan Bei's thigh, a little scared.

"Good~" Yan Bei touched his little head and soothed: "Mom is inside, if you have something outside, you can hear it by shouting Mom, and it will be fine." Stay here and wait for Mom, okay? Soon. ”

The little guy looked at Yan Bei tangledly, and after two or three seconds, he nodded, stood obediently by the glass door, and agreed.

"My Xiao Ming is so good!" Unceremoniously praised his son, and Yan Bei walked in with the shroud handed over by the deceased's granddaughter.

The room looked white and misty, but it wasn't actually cold.

Seeing that Yan Bei walked in without changing his face, Uncle Zhong, who was placing the tools for pious arrangement, nodded at her and beckoned her to come over.

Yan Bei knew that he wanted to see his courage, nodded and walked over slowly.

The deceased on the platform did not seem to be at peace when he died, his face was sad, his clothes had not been changed, his fingers lying flat on his side showed slight signs of decay, the smell was not heavy, but it definitely did not smell good.

With the gray face of the deceased, the family members of the deceased did not dare to come over to see, which shows how scary it is.

However, for Yan Bei, who is used to seeing all kinds of dead people, such an image can be regarded as "good-looking".

"Uncle Zhong, let me help the old lady wipe her body." Yan Bei took the initiative to ask.

Uncle Zhong was already surprised enough to see her face as usual, but now when he heard Yan Bei's words, if it wasn't for the fact that the current scene was not suitable, he really couldn't help but smile.

Nodding with satisfaction, Uncle Zhong turned around and went to the wall to fetch water, and said, "Okay, I'll be your assistant today." ”

Yan Bei nodded, and after Uncle Zhong fetched the water, he made a gesture towards the deceased with a pious expression, and then got up and started to change the clothes on the deceased's body carefully.

The dead are not as stiff as the living, and they cannot cooperate, and it is not easy to lift the dead up without a little strength.

At first, Uncle Zhong was a little worried that Yan Bei would not be able to do it alone, and wanted to step forward to help her hold the body of the deceased, but seeing her skillful action of holding someone with one hand and undressing with the other, he silently retreated.

After undressing, the body is scrubbed, which is always more important than dressing, the deceased's body has a slight decomposition, and there can be no secondary injury due to wiping the body.

Generally, this kind of thing, unless it is a veteran like Uncle Zhong, there will inevitably be something wrong.

However, Yan Bei did a very good job, she wiped the deceased's body with a handkerchief with a serious demeanor, and with that pious attitude, the deceased's family lowered their heads in shame when they saw the deceased's family outside the glass door.

Every makeup artist has a pair of hands that turn decay into magic, especially when that makeup artist uses 12 points of sincerity, the effect is extremely shocking.

Yan Bei took a makeup pen, starting from the toes of the deceased, repairing the traces of decay little by little, she changed the old lady into a bright shroud, and then combed her hair.

As time passed, the old lady lying on the cold table seemed to be alive, her complexion was as usual, her complexion was ruddy, and it looked as if she had just fallen asleep.

The old man's wrinkled face was turned twenty years younger by Yan Bei, and the two sons looked at that face, and one after another dusty memories jumped up, and everything about yesterday seemed to be today.