Chapter 81

"Did you sleep?"

"No."

"Didn't you call me to sleep with you?"

"I can't sleep."

"Oh."

"How long have you lived?"

"It's been two hundred years, but I've spent most of my time in the coffin. In fact, I've been living outside for less than twenty years."

"What do you think of your boss?"

"It's not very good. Small families are very angry."

"I think so, too."

"Today, did he scold you?"

"I did it wrong."

"Oh."

"In fact, I've always been curious about what kind of person the boss and the one you often say?"

"What kind of person?"

"Well."

"Let's say that if he changed his position with your boss yesterday, he would kill the puppet himself without waiting for my help. He would not be afraid to expose anything, let alone come up and ask me to be nosy."

"Oh, that's it." White warbler warbler warbler pondered for a while, way: "such son's person, live not long?"

Tang poetry is silent.

"In fact, the boss has many shortcomings. Sometimes he is not man-made enough. He looks forward to what he does and cares about it all the time. But in general, it's OK that everyone has a different life and different personality.

He likes to be cautious, like a squirrel. He likes to move things home, enjoy the feeling of accumulation, and protect the feeling. Because he came out of the orphanage before, he had nothing. "

"Can you understand him?"

"I can't understand it, but really, I don't want to be like you now. I like playing mobile phones, playing games, watching movies, enjoying my life, and making up for my two hundred years' absence in the coffin. The boss can still indulge and satisfy me in this respect."

"Isn't it interesting to pursue a life without any disturbance?"

"Not everyone yearns for waves and passions, and everyone should have their own way of life, as long as they like it.

Sometimes I can see that the boss himself is also holding back when I speak from the bottom of my heart. I'm also worried that the boss can't help becoming the same person as you said. "

"Scared?"

"I'm afraid."

"People who have died once are afraid of nothing. What else do you need to be afraid of? He doesn't fit my taste. He looks very gentle and gentle. But he is still full of the selfish thoughts of little man doctrine. He only considers himself. Frankly speaking, he is selfish."

"How is the boss?"

"Don't you agree?"

"I don't agree. I know my wife said something to deal with me when she handed me over to the boss after going to hell. But the boss hasn't done it all the time.

Moreover, I also know that because I am in the store, there will be fewer ghosts coming to the store, and the boss has not driven me away. "

"That's because he used you as a pillow. He wanted to sleep well at night."

"Isn't it good to be a person who is willing to give up performance for the sake of sleep quality?"

Wen Yan,

Tang Shi is stunned for a moment,

I don't know how,

I think of the figure who likes to sit in the sun with a chair at the door of the shop,

the sun is shining on him,

it's like an old grandfather.

………………

No matter what, the problem of faceless women has been solved at least temporarily. Now we just need to wait for the final result from Chengdu.

Of course, we can wait for this, but we can't wait for the move. Xu Qinglang has found a new address. It's near the South Street in the center of Tongcheng city. It's a commercial center in the heart of the old Tongcheng city. The traffic is very high.

Zhou Ze received an invitation yesterday to attend Miss Liu's mourning meeting. Zhou Ze didn't know why he wanted to invite himself. He didn't intend to go, but Xu Qinglang urged Zhou Ze to go after seeing the signing, because the shop he was looking for was Miss Liu's property.

It seems a bit wrong to discuss business with his family at their funeral, but on the principle of "saving while saving", Zhou Ze agreed.

By car according to the address on the invitation, Zhou Ze found that this was not a funeral home to go to, but a villa built in the fields in a rural location.

At this time, it is the season when rape flowers are in full bloom. This villa is hidden in the sea of flowers, which gives people a very cool feeling.

There were not many people coming, and four or five cars stopped at the door.

When Zhou Ze got out of the car and walked in, he saw Cui Yilang standing in the courtyard and several other people from the association of horror story lovers. They stood together and chatted in a low voice.

No one called Zhou Ze, no one came to collect the gift money, scattered a few people there, like a outing.This house looks like a three-story house built in the countryside near Tongcheng, but after walking in, it was found that it was completely decorated in the style of Western Europe.

Up to the beam, down to the tea table and tea cup, it makes people feel like walking into the background of the English drama.

The music sounds at this time, not the common "sad music", but Chopin's "farewell waltz". Although it is about parting, the tune is much lighter than the domestic sad music.

Several women in black came down the stairs. This is the master's house.

A man in the shape of a priest holds a Bible and goes to the center.

We all gathered to share our sorrow.

Zhou Ze poured a cup of coffee at the buffet counter nearby and sipped it.

The funeral custom in China has been reformed several times in modern times, or even subverted several times, and the burial has been forbidden in most areas for a long time.

In rural areas, setting up a shed in front of one's own courtyard is the way to do funeral work. In urban areas, some people just go to their own community or go to the funeral parlor to rent a place.

Zhou Ze also met for the first time this kind of western style funeral.

Zhou Ze remembered who had heard that in some western countries, there are many "funeral workshops" for families. The first floor of his house is also used for normal life and as the scene of the mourning meeting. At the same time, there are services such as body collection and body art.

Now look here, it seems to be the same style, but in China, most people still can't accept it.

When it's time to pay homage to the remains, everyone will go in line one by one. If you have a better feeling, you can hold the coffin lid and talk. If you have a worse feeling, go over there and put on a look with a sigh.

When it was Zhou Ze's turn, he took a look at the coffin and found that Miss Liu was lying neatly in it, dressed in a black dress. She was really asleep.

To Zhou Ze's surprise, Miss Liu fell down from the upstairs in front of her. No matter how you use words to decorate her, you can't cover up the fact that she died. But Miss Liu's face is very delicate and her recovery is very good.

This can not help but make Zhou Ze think of his own death, the eyebrow pen in front of their own hard make-up a very impatient posture of the undertaker, he did not enjoy this treatment.

It's unfair that the dead can't be judged.

At the end of the visit, we all went to the partial hall for dinner and buffet, but we didn't eat much. It was nothing more than some cakes and sausage. It just served as a tea mat in the afternoon to cushion hunger, and it was impossible for you to have a big meal here.

Zhou Ze poured himself a glass of wine, drank some, and then walked out of the side hall. He was going to find Miss Liu's previous family members to talk about the renting of the shop.

Xu Qinglang said that he would rent the next year first, and then Zhou Ze would pay him the rent every month. That's because Zhou Ze can't afford so much money in one breath. Zhou Ze has to pay back. If you can help us talk about the price, please talk about it.

Just looked for a circle, Zhou Ze didn't find the family member who was wearing black gauze before, but saw the priest standing at the stair mouth smoking.

When Zhou Ze passed by, the priest also handed Zhou Ze a cigarette.

Two men stand together and smoke.

The priest is not a foreigner, but also a Chinese. He is about 30 years old. He is a little tender.

There was no communication. After smoking, the priest walked away. Zhou Ze put out the cigarette end. He happened to see that there was a staircase leading down the stairs.

It should be the basement.

Ordinary Chinese families usually don't have the habit of making basements. In the curiosity of this place, Zhou Ze went down and saw the elevator inside. Beside the elevator, there was a metal door.

The door is open. Push it open and walk in. Suddenly, the temperature drops a lot.

In front of Zhou Ze, there are two steel beds and a frozen warehouse, similar to the hospital mortuary style, but with some other equipment.

It's like a slaughterhouse.

Go to the side of the steel bed, Zhou Ze reached out and touched it. Here, it should be lying dead. Miss Liu should have been lying here for the last beauty treatment before.

Here is the beauty salon for the dead.

"Sir, this is not open to the outside world."

A young man in a grey suit stood in the doorway.

Zhou Ze nodded apologetically. He was abrupt.

"Have we met somewhere?" Zhou Ze asked, because he thought the man was familiar.

"Maybe, this is my business card. Of course, we don't want you to use the phone on it."

The young man handed Zhou Ze a business card with the name of "Chen Zesheng" written on it. The note was the director of Tongcheng western style funeral home.

"How is business?" Zhou Ze asked.

For a long time, it was others who asked Zhou Ze "how is the business?" now Zhou Ze finally found the opportunity to ask others.Of course, Zhou Ze also knows that when others ask him "how is the business?" they actually think:

it's a bad business to open a bad bookstore in this bad place!

"It's a bit lonely. After all, there are not many people in China who accept this funeral custom." Chen Zesheng said with a wry smile.

"Well."

Zhou Ze finished asking, comfortable.

"By the way, the families of the deceased are on the second floor." Chen warned.

"OK, thank you."

Zhou Ze left the basement.

However, when Zhou zegang just walked up the stairs, his hand holding the business card suddenly shook, and he looked down at the name on the business card again:

Chen Zesheng.

As if,

the one who died with Miss Liu the next day, Chen?

…………

When the metal door was closed, the young man in the suit was lying on the steel plate bed. He reached out his hand and gently rubbed his right face. His skin was wrinkled and dry, and there was green shaping liquid medicine flowing out.

He shook his head,

sighed:

"as soon as I died, the two undertakers in my family began to be lazy,

what can we do with the business?"