What is the purpose of human life? I've been thinking about this all the time, maybe life is too boring. boring and tired, so that we all want to be like the protagonist of Shuangwen, falling to the bottom, betraying relatives, being regarded as waste, and finally enduring the humiliation, returning to the top, and returning the humiliation we have suffered.

I think the reason why we watch it heartily is because we yearn for that kind of life trajectory and worship that kind of strength, but when we return to reality, we still do the work we don't like, deal with people we dislike when we see it every day, and face smiling faces every time, the reason why this is the case is because we don't have the right to choose!

Life is sometimes like a book, some are wonderful, some are mediocre; Some write kindly, some write lightly; Some write magnificently, some write stingy; Some are written smoothly, and some are written with twists and turns; Some leave brilliance, some leave regrets; Some are left to think, and some are left with only blanks!

Perhaps, your book will leave a lot of regrets! I snuffed out the last bit of cigarette burning between my fingers, and looked up at the three big characters in the funeral home, which were extremely white against the backdrop of the lights!

Stars dot the dark night, the moonlight shines on the sleeping heaven and earth, and the night tonight is very beautiful and beautiful.

I raised my hand and knocked on the door of the security room.

"Who?" A rough voice came from inside the house, 'squeak~ah', and a man in a security uniform with a cigarette in his mouth opened the door and walked out.

"What's the matter with you?" The man asked impatiently.

"I want to catch up with my friends"

The man looked me up and down, then nodded and said, "Okay, I'll take you."

"Trouble", I stuffed a pack of cigarettes to the man, as a thank you to him.

The man took out the key from the house and led me to the morgue, which was very cold-conditioned, and the hallway was dimly lit and flickering, I don't know if this is usually the case here, or if it is because I am here.

"Damn, this lamp was said to be changed a few days ago, and there has been no movement until now, the black light is blinding", the man took a puff of cigarette and said complainingly, "I just sent it today, parked on the second floor of the basement, when you leave, come to me to prepare a case"

"Good"

The man walked in front, walking very fast, leading me down several flights of stairs before finally stopping in front of a large door.

I looked around and it was cold, but it was also quiet, so quiet that I could hear my breath and my heartbeat, and it was as if time had stood still.

The lights in the aisle were bright, snow-white, like the pale face of a terminally ill patient.

The man knocked on the door, and when he saw that no one responded, he pushed the door open, turned to me and said, "This is it, you can go in by yourself"

"Thank you!"

Then the man walked away quickly, and I pushed the door open and walked in, and a body covered with a white cloth appeared in front of me, and next to it was a cart with needles and threads, and makeup! The room wasn't very big, and I looked around and didn't see anyone else.

I walked forward, made room on the wooden table next to me, put the things in my hand on it, and found a stool to sit at the head of He Xiaoyang's bed.

I didn't lift the white cloth over him, but looked at him like this, I didn't want to ruin the handsome and sunny face that remained in my memory.

"When I was in college, I always put a sheet on you when you were asleep, pretending to mourn for you, at that time, it felt funny, and you always chased me all over the world when you woke up", I thought back to the past, laughing and laughing tears couldn't help but drip down.

"You said that when you get married and have children, you will consider me my godfather, and I am also looking forward to this day, but you said that the wedding date is set, and you will get married in a few months, how can you close your eyes at this time"

I opened the lid of the wine bottle, collapsed at the head of He Xiaoyang's bed, then tilted my head and took a few sips, like hot magma, flowing from my throat to my stomach.

"You say, if people really have an afterlife and can be reincarnated, which way will you choose to come to us? How do we know about your existence? Wake up first, leave us a mark first, so that we can find you,"

Drunk and hazy, I shook He Xiaoyang's body with my hands, but no matter how hard I tried, he was motionless, tears blurred his vision, and the surroundings became nothing, like being in the sky shrouded in white clouds.

At this time, a person dressed in white walked slowly from far and near, and I stretched out my hand, trying to see her face clearly, but at the moment I touched it, I was violently pushed away.

"Who are you and what are you doing? As soon as I came in, I smelled alcohol, if you drink too much, go back early, don't trouble me."

Hearing the stern reprimand, I hurriedly wiped the tears from the corners of my eyes, rubbed my eyes, and saw that the person in front of me was a woman of the same age as me, wearing a white medical mask on her face, and the sharp eyes under the lenses were glaring at me.

Only then did I realize my mistake, and hurriedly stood up and apologized: "I'm sorry, I offended just now, I'm sorry"

"If you're okay, you can go back first, and if you want to see it, I'll come back tomorrow morning, I still have to work," the woman said to me, picking up the white gloves from the cart and putting them on skilledly.

I didn't answer, moved the stool to the side and sat down, and raised my head to drink the remaining half of the bottle, the wine was very hot in my stomach, but I didn't feel anything at this time.

The woman turned her head to look at me, and did not drive me away again, maybe someone could make her feel a little warmth in this cold and silent atmosphere.

"What's your relationship with him?" After a long time, the woman asked.

"Friends, Best Friends"

"I've seen a lot of situations like yours, and the festival mourns and changes"

"You say, why do people always wait until they lose it to regret that they didn't cherish it in the first place?"

"People are like this, so I chose this job, it's too tiring to deal with living people," the woman responded, carefully stitching the wound stitches and threads.

"You're alone, aren't you afraid?"

"I'm afraid, but they never hurt me in the slightest, I'm not afraid of the living, but I'm scarred by the wounds, I said don't you can't think about it, people die like smoke, the dead die, and the living have to continue to face life", the woman cut the thread and enlightened.

I didn't answer again, from the woman's body, I feel that she has seen through life, through the world, I don't know what she has experienced, why there is such a high realm, maybe she is used to seeing life and death, and seeing too many joys and sorrows.

"How long have you been working here?"

"Three years," the woman replied.

As the woman continued, I heard a knock at the door, and I stood up, opened the door and looked out, but there was no figure in the empty hallway.

Did I hear it wrong? I looked at the woman suspiciously, she was looking down and concentrating on her work, as if she hadn't heard any knock on the door.

I closed the door, and before I had taken a few steps, the knock on the door sounded again...