"You take it, you take it," Director Wu waved his hand again and again. Seeing Sambo pick up his backpack and turn around and leave.

"Who, your nephew you were talking about?" Master Lu asked in a low voice.

"Fart, I applied for a job, I came from the mountains, I can't do anything," Director Wu whispered in a low voice.

"Why don't you call me when you apply, I'm also the team leader" Master Lu glanced at him and looked at Sanbao's thin back.

"By the way, secondary school education, no." Curator Wu squeezed his eyes.

"What's wrong with a secondary school degree, I am a secondary school degree, just our place, you still want a graduate student...... Who, guy, wait a minute. Master Lu shouted, ignoring Curator Wu's tugging on his cuffs.

Sambo heard the shouts behind him, he stopped and looked at the uncle with a dark face, gray hair, and glasses walking in front of him.

"What did you apply for?" Master Lu asked.

"What a posthumous intern assistant." Sambo answered honestly.

"You know what that's for."

"The ...... who does white things "Sambo hesitated.

"Have you done anything like this before?" Master Lu then asked.

"Flora and fauna ......" Sambo was interrupted halfway through his words.

"By the way, young man, your herbarium of animals and plants is much worse than our industry." Curator Wu interjected behind him.

"What's the yard too big? It's all pretty much the same, it's not all for nothing, show me your hands. Master Lu suddenly made this strange request.

Sambo couldn't figure out what this uncle was going to do, but he still obediently stretched out his hands.

Master Lu grabbed Sanbao's hand, and by the miserable white light of the hall, he looked at the pair of white and tender hands in front of him, and there were five slender fingers like a woman. Sanbao has been malnourished since childhood, without the brute strength of other rough men, he used to go to the grain depot to carry bags, and he fainted from exhaustion after two bags, and since then, Sanbao has rarely done heavy physical work, plus he is often engaged in the work of cleaning animal internal organs, his hands have evolved white and tender, and this is exactly the "hardware" that is most needed to be a mortician.

Master Lu took Sambo's hand to his nose and sniffed it, and instantly smelled a smell of formalin that was imperceptible to others, and this comical action startled Sambo, and he quickly withdrew his hand from the old pervert's hand.

"Ever used formalin?" Master Lu narrowed his eyes and asked him.

“…… Well, I only used it yesterday" For some reason, Sambo's eyes suddenly appeared that although it was dead but still writhing, Sambo seemed to feel that he was being dissected like the snake, and life and hope also began to twist like a conditioned reflex.

"Wait a minute." After Master Lu finished speaking, he put the stunned Sanbao aside, pulled Curator Wu to the wall, and the two of them were arguing fiercely. After a while, Master Lu pulled Director Wu over.

"Officially, this is the big leader of our Sanqing Funeral Home, Director Wu." Master Lu glanced at Director Wu as he spoke, and he nodded to Sanbao with some embarrassment.

"I am the team leader of the funeral team, my surname is Lu, Lu Bingyi."

"Hello Master Lu, good Curator Wu." Sambo hurriedly responded.

"Well, you passed the interview. When can I come to work? "Master Lu seems to have taken the place of Director Wu at this moment, and he is so angry that Director Wu really wants to give him a kick.

"I, I can ...... Tomorrow. Sanbao's head began to flutter lightly again, happiness came too suddenly, and Sanbao was a little incoherent in excitement.

"That's it...... Leader, you see when it's appropriate. Master Lu then remembered and quickly moved to the side.

Target! Director Wu scolded in his heart, and he had to pretend to be authoritative on his face. "That's it, tomorrow morning at 8 o'clock, you report to the funeral group, and hand over your identity documents, copies, files, and two one-inch bareheaded photos to Master Lu, let me make it clear first, we are recruiting internship assistants, not contract workers, it depends on your work performance, three-day trial period, three-month probation period, specific salary, work requirements, your team leader will tell you tomorrow." Director Wu thought about it, and it seemed that there was still something missing.

"By the way, what's your name?" Director Wu smiled embarrassedly.

"Yang Sanbao," Sanbao suppressed the excitement in his heart, and he still couldn't believe it.

"Okay, that's it" Director Wu pulled Lao Lu and left.

"Thank you, thank you." Sanbao looked at the backs of the two and shouted, it's really bright, if you don't forget the backpack, if you don't run back, every link is missing, you can't pass the interview, this is life, Sanbao, this is your dog's life, you step on the ****! Sambo was already jumping up happily in his heart. He walked into the darkness outside the funeral home door with ease. Where to sleep at night no longer bothers him, he can sleep anywhere, the important thing is to start a new life tomorrow morning.

"Wait a minute." Just when San Bao had already walked out of the door of the funeral home, and the dark night was about to engulf him, Master Lu's voice came from behind him.

Sanbao turned around and found Master Lu trotting at him, "It's all here, where are you going." Master Lu asked with concern.

"I'll go to the intersection and wait for the bus to go back to the city, and I'll come tomorrow morning." Sambo said,

"Don't you know, this piece is basically no car at night, and it's not safe, and there are many road robbers, just we have been stolen several times, you see that no one repairs this street lamp, the black light is blind, why do you go down the mountain alone." Master Lu said as he pointed to the only dim street lamp on the boulevard.

"Then I...... It's okay. I'm not afraid. "The Three Treasures are still in power.

"You're not afraid, I'm afraid! Yes, we have a staff dormitory here, just have a vacant bed, you don't leave tonight, it costs money to sleep in a hotel in the city, let's eat and live! It's a welfare unit! But you won't be able to make it to dinner, so you'll be left with instant noodles and mustard. "Master Lu looks like a rough man, but he is quite thoughtful and meticulous.

"Then I'm ......" Sambo was a little embarrassed.

"Okay, okay, let's go, go to work with me directly tomorrow morning, without delay." Master Lu's kind invitation made Sam Bao feel a fatherly warmth in his heart, and he didn't shirk it, and followed Master Lu back to the funeral home.

Late at night, the snoring of Master Lu and Director Wu sounded in the dormitory, and San Bao did not close his eyes and fall asleep, not because of the noise of snoring, but because he wanted to shout and cheer excitedly at the thought of saying goodbye to the past and starting a new life. He has been suppressed for too long, but here there is a kind of homely intimacy. He took a deep breath to try to calm his mind, and soon, there was a slight snoring in the room, which was unguarded, exuding comfort and ease.