Warm Funeral Home

As soon as Yunchan entered the coffin finishing room, he saw a person in white disinfection overalls rummaging through the box for makeup tools.Physically, he looks like a man.The strange man didn't notice Yun Chan behind him at all.

Yun Chan patted him on the back twice, and the man paused before turning around.

The strange man took off his mask, revealing a youthful face.

The strange man froze for a moment, touched the back of his head, not as sneaky as before, smiled and said to Yun Chan: "You are Brother Yun, right?"

Yun Chan nodded.

Seeing the slightly puzzled expression in Yun Chan's eyes, the strange man hurriedly took out a work permit from his pocket.

Handed it to Yun Chan: "I'm new here, the leader asked me to be your assistant, learn my skills!" After speaking, he smiled foolishly.

Yun Chan looked at the words on the work card, Wang Ling.

Yun Chan nodded, indicating that he knew.

At this time, Lao Zhang pushed the body of the deceased from the back door.

Lao Zhang confessed: "This girl committed suicide, she said she died for love. Let Xiao Wang follow you to paint today?"

It seemed that Yun Chan was the only one who didn't know that Wang Ling had become a member of the funeral home.

Yun Chan didn't say much, indicating that he knew.

Old Zhang: "Then I'll go out."

Before leaving, he patted the shoulder of the new Wang Ling: "The leader told us to take care of you specially, it's okay, newcomer."

Pulling him to look at Yun Chan again, he said: "Yun Chan is older than you, so call him brother. Although he doesn't talk much, he is still quite a nice person. If there is anyone who can't, ask him to take you."

He patted Wang Ling's shoulder again: "Do it well."

After Lao Zhang went out, Wang Ling looked stupid, "Brother Yun, I will definitely do a good job, but if you don't understand, you have to teach me!"

Yun Chan didn't say much, and motioned him to open the white cloth covering the corpse.

Wang Ling felt hesitant when he held the white cloth, and was afraid.

Wang Ling smirked: "Brother Yun, I just graduated from the anti-corrosion class of Xilin Provincial Civil Affairs College, but I have never seen..."

Yun Chan didn't listen to his nonsense, and pulled off the white cloth, revealing a dead body.

Wang Ling shrank his neck in fright, his face turned pale.

It's over, I'm afraid I won't be able to eat well or sleep today, Wang Ling thought to himself.

How did his brain twitch and agree to do this?

Well, let's play dumb.

"Brother Yun, what, what should I do next?"

"Your major in college is antiseptic beauty?"

Wang Ling nodded in a daze.

"Then you should know what to do."

Wang Ling glanced at the female corpse again, his heart tightened with fright.

He spit out the truth, "Actually, I'm in the cemetery class, and I study Feng Shui on weekdays."

Yun Chan put down the box that was about to be opened, looked at him and said, "You don't know how to make up."

Wang led back: "No."

Yun Chan ignored him, picked up tools and began to help the deceased girl make up.

"Brother Yun, I didn't do it on purpose. I'm too young. Those who want to find someone to learn Feng Shui look down on me, saying that I have no experience! That's why my parents asked me to learn makeup."

Yun Chan didn't raise his head, busy with his work.

Wang Ling turned his eyes away while talking kindly to Yun Chan.

Yun Chan was tired of hearing it, "To put on makeup, you must first look at the deceased."

Wang Ling glanced again, it seemed that he was not as scared as before.

"Today, you are watching from the side." Yun Chan paused, "In a few days, I will teach you some basics."

Wang Ling nodded hurriedly, and passed something to Yun Chan from the side.

As soon as the off-duty time came, Wang Ling couldn't wait to run out the door.

Lao Kang also got off work, stood under the fallen eucalyptus tree, looked at Wang Ling who was running away, and said, "This is another one who has a shadow in his heart."

Lao Kang waved a fan through the window to greet Yun Chan who was arranging the tool box.

"Brother Yun, that kid must have been too much today!" Old Kang gloated.

Yun Chan closed the door and said, "The king? He's a novice."

"Hi!" Lao Kang waved his fan, expressing disdain, "Isn't he just a related household?"

Old Kang said: "In the past two years, there has been a lot of competition for jobs in funeral parlors! This kid has a bit of a relationship, and he has no skills, so he was forced into it."

Yun Chan nodded; "I know."

Lao Kang told him worriedly: "I have to remind you of one thing. That kid looks stupid, but he has a lot of ghosts in his heart. You should pay attention to it."

Yun Chan is paralyzed and doesn't care much about personnel matters.

Lao Kang reminded him, but he didn't take it to heart.

Yuan Zhaoqing naturally wouldn't stay in Qingteng Community alone during the period of time he worked in Yunchan. Although S City is not big, there are still some places worth visiting.

Like the station I went to last time.

However, there are people coming and going at the station, and it is still quite difficult to find something.

Yun Chan told him that he met the old man with a crippled right eye on the stairs of the station.There is a begging box in front of the old man, but he only accepts paper money.

"Paper money..." Yuan Zhaoqing was thoughtful.Last time, the Yaodao summoned the little ghost with five pieces of paper money.

That Yaodao, who is he?

There is half an antique street in the west of City S, Yuan Zhaoqing decided to go there to have a look.

The reason why it is called half an antique street is because it is called half street.

Although there are few shops on both sides of the street, there is still a lot of traffic.

Some goods scavenged from the countryside were directly placed on the ground.

"Brother, take a look at my stall, what do you like?" A stall owner squatting on the ground was soliciting customers.

Yuan Zhaoqing glanced at the things on the ground, some were still covered with wet mud.

He shook his head and continued walking.

He is carrying a long piano, which has already attracted the attention of many people.

Along the way, people kept coming up to say hello and want to check on him.

Yuan Zhaoqing didn't say anything, and finally walked into an inconspicuous small antique shop around the corner.

The shop owner was in his forties, wearing a pair of glasses, holding a magnifying glass in his hand, and was studying an ancient book.

Yuan Zhaoqing knocked on the opened door.

The boss raised his head: "Yo, Xiao Yuan? Are you here?"

Yuan Zhaoqing untied the Changqin and put it on the table beside it.

"Come, come, what's new?"

Yuan Zhaoqing shook his head, "No."

"I'm here this time because I want you to look at something for me."

The boss put down the magnifying glass in his hand, and took the gossip mirror in Yuan Qing's hand.

"This is? ... familiar, too familiar!" The boss held the Lotus Boy Bagua mirror and looked over and over again: "How did you get this thing?"

Yuan Zhaoqing sat on a chair and took out a box.

"look."

The boss took the box, "This is it?" He said and opened it.

Yuan Zhaoqing said: "There is a nian worm inside, the mother's."

The boss stopped, "Nian Chong?"

"This thing is rare in S City." Yuan Zhaoqing played with the walnuts on the table, "It ate a lot of old people, I just caught it a few days ago."

"The strange thing is that it was raised behind this gossip mirror."

"Behind?" The boss turned the gossip mirror over, there was no hidden compartment behind it, and it couldn't trap the huge Nian Chong.

"I want to know, who put up the gossip mirror."

The boss took off his glasses, and his voice was a little tired; "Understood, put me here first, and let you know when there is news."

Yuan Zhaoqing suddenly asked: "Recently, how is your daughter?"

The boss said: "It's still the same, you can't move, you can't talk."

Yuan Zhaoqing nodded, "Then I'll go first."

The boss didn't send it either: "Go slowly."

It was evening when Yuan Zhaoqing returned to Qingteng Community, and Yun Chan had already gone back.

The black cat didn't go anywhere, so Yunchan made meals and put them in the refrigerator.

What makes Yun Chan a little difficult is that this Yuan Zhaoqing has been paving the floor for several days.The area of ​​the rental room is too small, and it is obviously impossible to put another bed.

When he was about to go out to buy a folding bed, Yuan Zhaoqing entered the room.

"I've asked someone to inquire about Nian Chong." Yuan Zhaoqing didn't have anything else to say, so he choked out this sentence for a long time.

Yun Chan came out of the kitchen, "Today, a stranger came to see me."

"stranger?"

Yun Chan put the fresh fish in the cat bowl, "He looks a lot like you. He's about 30 years old."

The black cat jumped in from the window: "Meow~" Pretty girl, we have something to eat again!

Yuan Zhaoqing didn't expect Yun Chan to meet his brother: "That's my brother Yuan Zhaoyin."

His brother was on the mountain, and he only thought about cultivating the Tao all day long. He really looked like a fairy, and he would run into this busy city no matter what.

"He said he wanted to take you back."

"Go back?" Yuan Zhaoqing laughed mockingly: "Xinmang has no successors now, I will do what he doesn't want to do, and he has no right to stop me."

Yun Chandao fed a small fish to the cat, but didn't talk to him.

Yuan Zhaoqing: "I'm going out to find him."

"Food, it's ready." Yun Chan said.

Yuan Zhaoqing touched his empty stomach: "Look after eating."

Yunchan and Yuanzhao Qingbing split into two groups, one went to the night market and the other went to his brother.

Although City S is not very lively at night, the flow of people in some fixed places is greater than that during the day.

The grocery store is still open.Yunchan chose one, entered the door and asked the boss who was playing with the computer: "Is there a folding bed?"

The boss raised his head when he heard the sound, and shouted, "Brother Yun! Why are you here?"

It was Wang Ling who was new to the funeral parlor this morning.

"You want a folding bed, right? Yes, yes," he turned his head and shouted to the room behind him, "Second Uncle! You want a folding bed!"

Yun Chan glanced at him, a little puzzled, and said, "Two meters."

"Okay, okay, second uncle, I want a two-meter one!" Wang Ling smirked, "Are you going to sleep on this bed?"

"my friend."

"Oh, oh, second uncle, why are you so slow!"

An impatient shout came from the room: "What's the noise! ​​If there are guests, please watch for me first!"

Wang Ling's face was full of apology: "I'll go in first and get it for you, they are playing mahjong."

After a while, the folding bed was taken out, and Wang Ling said again: "I think you came here alone, so I'll send you such a heavy thing?!"

Yun Chan nodded.

"Where do you live?"

"Qingteng district."

"Okay, let's go!"

The author has something to say: Sorry. .Recently moved. .The computer is gone. .I'm super slow at typing. .You can't come to Internet cafes every time. .

I will write the manuscript at home. .Then when the notification comes, you can have your own computer QAQ

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