Chapter 9 Entering the Undertaker

After dinner, Yin Hui watched TV with Tang Yan for a while. Yin Hui knew that in such a lonely night, she needed someone to accompany her. All she could do was treat her as a friend and share her loneliness.

But he can't give the other party too many expectations and let her pin her hopes on a fruitless man. Yin Hui knows in her heart that she will not be the woman in her life in this life.

Yin Hui was very touched and wanted to hold Tang Yan in her arms and tell her gently, thank you for the love you gave me.

Turning around, Yin Hui shed tears and staggered into her bedroom. There was loneliness in the hall.

In this beautiful city, when he was most disappointed in his life, there was actually a woman who was willing to wait for him. Yin Hui lay at the window, looking up at the familiar streets and the bright lights. She was a little reluctant to give up, but also

have no choice.

Under the night, there was still traffic and lively crowds on the road. But Yin Hui was in a daze like a puppet, wandering like a child who had forgotten the way, aimlessly looking for the direction of home on the city map.

. He wanted to go out and tell Tang Yan loudly that the woman in his heart could not be replaced. Although Yin Hui knew that his feelings for her, just like the feelings in Tang Yan's heart, were just an expectation and a kind of waiting.

However, the two of them were equally foolishly concerned about their fruitless love.

In the living room, Tang Yan hugged the cartoon pillow and silently paid attention to the door of Yin Hui's room, her eyes slightly red.

The cup of vodka he drank earlier was full of alcohol, and Yin Hui began to feel a little tipsy and intoxicated. He began to miss her, home, Tang Yan, and everyone in this city who was kind to him and cared about him.

When it comes to memories, Yin Hui will think of the ambition he had when he just graduated. He wanted to be famous in this city and do a great job in his career. But several years have passed, but he still has no worries.

Nothing will be achieved. Career, love, family, and all the beautiful things will not be with you.

He didn't know how many people in this city were as lost and melancholy as him. Whether they, like him, would continue to dream about a better tomorrow in the bustling city and indulge in the desolation of reality.

Yin Hui is a make-up artist, to be precise, a body beautician in a funeral parlor. He serves men, women, the elderly, and children, some are incomplete and fragmented, and some are stunningly beautiful and delicate.

Although he is a man, he has liked to put makeup on others since he was a child. He combed his mother's hair, applied hair wax to his father, tied bows for his sister, and applied red cheeks to his sister. He liked to play with people's faces and paint them.

Foundation, eyebrows, blush, lipstick... Yin Hui likes the process of makeup, it allows her to enjoy the beauty.

But when the same process is carried out by his own hands, the impression he gives often becomes mysterious and unfavorable. Because of this, those classmates who had a close relationship with him were all confused after learning about his work.

They rushed to change their mobile phone numbers and cut off all contact with him. Even at various anniversary gatherings, this little character was deliberately left out. Because in their eyes, Yin Hui was an alien, a synonym for terror.

Only a fool is willing to shake hands, play guessing games, and even chat over wine with a guy who touches dead bodies all day long. At first, Yin Hui didn't quite understand the situation, but after being rejected time and time again, he could only hold on to a cigarette and become decadent.

Sitting in the corner, he crossed out the familiar numbers in the phone book one by one. You can know the warmth and warmth of people by tasting them. Take Tang Xing, whom I met today, for example, if Yin Hui hadn’t called him out in advance

He would definitely avoid his name like a swarm of flies.

When he was in college, Yin Hui studied science and engineering, a major that had nothing to do with funeral etiquette. From the bottom of his heart, he hoped to be successful one day, either as a gold collar or as a senior executive, strategizing and giving advice.

Jiangshan. But he never thought that today, a few years later, he would become an embalmer. Perhaps, fate is such a ridiculous, wanton trick, touching your body and your body over and over again.

Soul. But you, as the victim, can only stare at each other from afar, unable to fight back.

In the eyes of most people, his career seems mysterious, depressing, and even a little bit Japanese-style horror. But for Yin Hui, it is a job, a salary, and a job that allows him to survive.

If there is anything special, it is that Yin Hui particularly hopes that under his own hands, he can make those once vibrant faces bright and beautiful, so that everyone who has ever been in this world can be decent without regrets.

leave.

In fact, Yin Hui is not a very courageous person. When he was a child, he would cover his ears in fear when he heard adults tell stories. But for some reason, when he graduated from college and had no way to advance in the job market, he was so angry that he went to the crematorium.

When Yin Hui handed over his resume, there was a little surprise in his heart. Maybe it was destined to happen!

I'm tired of dealing with people. In fact, the job of dealing with dead people is quite good, at least there won't be so much intrigue.

The person he applied makeup to for the first time was a girl. She was young, about nineteen years old. She died in a car accident. She was sitting in the passenger seat of a Santana at the time of the accident. When the car crashed, the door might not be closed.

Well, she flew out, fell heavily to the ground, and died on the spot - I think she should have been as light as a butterfly flying through the air.

She is a tall girl with long hair, very delicate features, and very good skin. Her family sent her a new set of clothes and asked the staff to change her into them. This is a very physical job, Yin Hui

If it can't be done, a few veterans will do it together. They sit in a dark room with a workbench for people. Yin Hui doesn't need to do anything himself, he is just a "looker", and he will be there whenever someone wants to

If you want to come in, call out fiercely, because you are afraid that some family members of the deceased will walk in without knowing anything. After all, these are considered industry secrets.

After taking off her bloody clothes, everyone started to wash her body with water. Because there was too much blood, Yin Hui stood on the side of her head and watched them. Then they put her in jeans first, because her colleagues on the other side

Her feet were lifted up, so her head was no longer on the table, but lowered along the edge, looking up at Yin Hui.

At that time, Yin Hui was probably less than two feet away from the girl. Her eyes were not closed and kept wide open. Yin Hui felt that she had been looking at him, as if she had something to say to him. However,

I also felt that her eyes were too hollow, as if she was just looking through her own body to a place far, far behind. The girl's face was very white, and her long hair was hanging down. It might be natural curls.

You can see that the water droplets slid down her face and onto her hair, and then slowly fell to the ground one by one. It looked particularly bleak.

If she could see this scene, it must be very painful! Yin Hui thought to herself. A girl of only nineteen years old was stripped naked by several unrelated men and women. If she could feel it, it must be very cold.

At this moment, even though I am wearing a sweater, I can't help but shiver. Yes, winter is coming soon.

After getting dressed, she put on a white velvet hat. She was very beautiful and looked as if she was asleep. Before taking on the task, the girl’s family only asked her to put on light makeup, but as a newly minted undertaker,

A master, a person who is about to carve out his first work of art in this life, but Yin Hui wants to leave the last touch of beauty in the world for this white angel, just like the moment when a meteor cuts through the sky, the beauty is so heart-breaking.

Broken, and so intoxicating.

So, he put on special silicone gloves, combed the girl's hair and styled her hair. He washed her with a hot towel, applied pressure on her body, put on foundation, lightly applied rouge, traced her eyebrows, and painted lip gloss to make her look beautiful.

The skin was restored to its luster as much as possible. The hard work paid off. After lining her lips, the girl seemed to be smiling. This made her mother very satisfied, and she kept holding Yin Hui's hand and nagging.

He couldn't stop saying something, and seemed to be thanking this young man for allowing his daughter to pass away with the most beautiful face.

After forcefully pulling away the old man's hand and saying a few words of comfort, Yin Hui stepped aside with professional etiquette. Poor parents in the world, maybe the numb heart of the old man at this moment has already been broken into pieces!

Nostalgic memories, new sorrows and old grudges continue, all the changes in the world...

The masters who played the music all suppressed their blushes, and conveyed the sorrow contained in the wind instruments to every corner of the hall, and then everyone surrounded the crystal coffin, crying, crying hard, crying desperately, but this

How much of it is true and how much is false is only known to the person concerned.

From the girl's portrait, Yin Hui saw what he looked like during his lifetime. The photo was copied from a life photo in black and white. In the photo, she was wearing this hat and smiling on a mountain covered with snowflakes. She smiled so well.

Brilliant, so sweet. Yin Hui couldn't take his eyes away when looking at this photo. Until now, he still thinks that the girl is the most beautiful girl he has ever seen, much more beautiful than those packaged celebrities, even
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