Sambo left the window, cleaned up, lay on the bed, looked at the luggage that had been packed, then he remembered something, he lifted the sheets, took out a thin envelope, and took out the photo in the envelope, which was the only family photo he had.

Although his parents' faces had been slightly blurred by the dampness in the photo, he still remembered their gentle breath, and his mother's appearance was as blurred in his memory as the photo, but he still kept the little toy that his mother left him—a colored ceramic goldfish pendant with the edges smoothed.

This ceramic goldfish is composed of two sides, yin and yang, the white yin side is worn by the mother, and the red yang side in her hand has been retained to this day.

Sambo gently stroked his mother's last memorial, and he closed his eyes, looking forward to meeting his mother one day.

"Mother," Sambo muttered, hugging the precious token to his chest and falling asleep.

By the time Sambo woke up, it was past noon the next day, and after Sambo told his adoptive parents to go out to look for a job, he hurried out and went straight to the station.

I thought it was an hour's drive, but the bus passing by the Sanqing funeral home was pitiful, and it took half an afternoon to get on the bus, the small bus stopped all the way, and the passengers on the bus did not urge, it seemed that they had already been mentally prepared, and Sanbao fell asleep all the way in a groggy way, and it was close to 4 o'clock at the moment.

"Get off, get off," an unfamiliar voice came to his ears. Sam Bao opened his eyes in a daze, only to see the bus conductor staring at him impatiently, and then he realized that he was the only passenger left in the car.

"Terminus?" Sambo asked suspiciously.

"The road ahead can't be reached, you have to go two stops." The conductor turned around and chatted with the driver.

Sanbao reluctantly picked up his backpack and got out of the car. He looked up at the street sign of "Sanqing Funeral Home" next to him, and walked straight to the dense boulevard.

The road is lined with tall plane trees, and the sun is still hot in the west, but very little sunlight can penetrate the layers of branches and leaves, and occasionally the shadows of distant villages are revealed among the weeds and trees.

Sanbao walked alone, occasionally a dry branch fell on the cement road in front of him, making a "click" sound, I don't know why, there was not even a sound of insects and birds chirping around, the gloomy silence was scary, normal people should have hair standing on end, suspicious, but Sanbao liked this feeling, liked the shadows under the shade of the trees and the quietness of the world, he felt that it was very comfortable here.

Everything will go well! Sambo cheered himself up and walked towards the end of the road steadily, already vaguely seeing the gray building in front of him.

Sanqing, I'm here.

Director Wu was napping in his office when there was a polite knock on the door.

"Please come in...... Come in...... The door is open! Curator Wu shouted three times before the door opened. An emaciated young man pushed the door in.

"Who are you looking for?" Curator Wu asked him.

"I'm here to apply, my name is Yang Sanbao." Sambo responded cautiously.

"Oh, did you bring your resume?" Curator Wu is a master who watches people's dishes, and asked casually.

"Bring, bringing." Sanbao hurriedly put down his backpack, carefully took out the prepared resume, and handed it to the bespectacled and pot-bellied leader.

Curator Wu casually glanced at "secondary school degree," he muttered.

"Well, secondary school, but I have experience." Sambo hurriedly said.

"Experience? Do you know what to apply for? Director Wu is interested, maybe this is a job-hopping, he thought in his heart.

"Life, life farewell career...... San Bao glanced at the other party and quickly added, "I'm good at making specimens"

"Human!?" Director Wu's excited eyes widened.

"Moving...... Plant. Sambo felt more and more uncertain, and his voice began to become slurred.

"Put your resume down and call you later." Curator Wu lost his patience in an instant, the past few days have been applying for this kind of marginal goods, the undergraduate graduation he was looking forward to, the graduate student was nowhere to be seen, he dealt with Sanbao at will, picked up the newspaper in his hand, and never wanted to read him again.

Sanbao forgot how he left the door of the funeral home, especially when he recalled the leader's contemptuous look at him, he knew that this interview was auspicious, by the way, he didn't even have a mobile phone, he actually told me to wait for the call,! Sambo scolded in his heart.

That's it, so far, Sambo's previous unwarranted self-confidence was shattered by the contemptuous interview of the middle-aged man just now.

That's fate, right, where to go next? Sambo asked himself, are you going back to town? No! Never! Sanbao suddenly became ruthless, even if it was to ask for food, I didn't want to go back, don't let people look down on me anymore! Yang Sanbao! You're not a dog. You're human! You're human!

Sambo regains the confidence and dignity he had lost, but after taking a few steps, he doubts his life again.

You're a dog after all, Yang Sanbao. He walked lonely, letting the night fall, but in fact, his world was already pitch black.

Curator Wu had just sent away the candidate who looked unlucky, and before he could take a sip of hot tea, the door was slammed open again, so shocked that he almost threw the cup to the ceiling.

"Wu Suo, the crematorium has stopped again, and the family is waiting, what do you think." Master Liu, who was in charge of the incinerator, rushed in angrily and shouted.

"You ask me what to do, find an electrician to fix it." Curator Wu responded angrily.

"Electrician Zhang said, that thing is too old, and he can't help it."

"He can't fix it, can I fix it, I can't kick it, smash it with a hammer, blow it up with a bomb, anyway, you can get it for me, buy new equipment in a few days, and be in a hurry." Director Wu was angry.

"It's been three years, in a few days! When the new equipment comes, it's time for me ****** cremated. Master Liu scolded and shook his head out of the door, and the sound of the deceased's family members roaring and scolding in the hall came from outside.

"It's not quiet all day long." Curator Wu muttered and was about to close the door, watching Master Lu, who was in charge of the makeup of the body, come over.

"Come in and close the door." Curator Wu muttered, turned around and sat back on the sofa, took out the Tieguanyin in the cabinet, and just turned around, Master Lu's tea jar had already been handed to him.

"You, you rub my stuff all day long." Curator Wu simply put the teacup on the table and let him do whatever he wanted.

"I'm about to retire, what are you looking for?" Master Lu looked at the tea leaves in the cup that were spinning and sinking, and he didn't raise his head, as if he knew that it was a vain question to ask.

"Didn't I want to find a good one for you, you look at what the newspaper said, people in Beijing and Shanghai funeral directors are very sought-after, the same as recruiting civil servants, not graduate students, look at us! All ****** fake news! ”

"That's Beijing and Shanghai, what are we, a third- or fourth-tier city, how can people be so open-minded, and besides, you can open 10,000 a month?" Master Lu laughed at him.

"You give me 10,000 yuan, if you can do it, if you can't do it, I'll give you a big deal."

"You can pull it down, just your two strokes, the living have made you a ghost. You still learn makeup, look in the mirror by yourself, you can't do anything, just be your curator, remember to apply for the job again let me see it first, don't make your own opinions, you don't understand fart. Master Lu said angrily.

"I don't understand anymore, I'm also your leader, can I drink or not." Curator Wu's eyes widened and he scolded.

"Yo anxious, you have a city government in vain, and you can last so long that you can pay your salary."

"Then you go and pull the business, and give you a commission." Curator Wu asked rhetorically.

"I can put makeup on the dead, but I can teach the living."

The two old guys laughed and scolded me every word, but they both knew very well in their hearts that if this continued, the time-honored Sanqing Funeral Home would close sooner or later.

To be continued