Play Nice

Chapter 1 001: The Fairy Returns

In July and a half, the Ghost Festival on Earth.

There is no gloomy wind, there is only a moon like a jade plate, which is enveloped by the rain in the daytime, blurring the outline, but it is still very beautiful, the beauty of shadows and shadows, the beauty of dreams.

The gate of hell opened, and before the ghosts came, he came.

dah, dah, dah, dah...

The footsteps were slow and slow, and the woman in the cage sat up in shock and shrank back shivering.

The lights were not turned on in the room, the curtains were left open, and the silvery moonlight leaked in, shedding a thin ray of light, landing on the cold floor and on the golden chains.

click.

The door was pushed open, and the wind rushed in, with a slightly hot moisture, and the smell of men's perfume on him.

The strong light of the corridor shone into the room where the sun has not been seen for many years. The woman on the ground raised her hand and covered her eyes. The chain on her wrist was pulled, making a harsh sound. She looked at him in the dim light between her fingers—her husband.

He has a very beautiful leather bag, a suit and leather shoes, and a personable demeanor.Under the human skin, is the ghost of July and a half.

"Arang."

Ah Rang is the baby name her mother took for her.

He turned on the light, and under the purple glass lamp, the golden cage reflected a dazzling light.She was wearing a black dress, huddled in the corner of the cage, her eyes were frightened, she watched him close the door, and watched him get closer and closer.

"do you miss me?"

He opened the cage, crouched down, and raised her panicked face.

He said, I love you so much.

She let him go.

Outside the villa, there is a very old sycamore tree, crows are calling, the moon is watching, insects are chirping and ants are crawling under the tree.People who come and go don't look sideways, and the flowers blooming wildly.

Not long after, a woman's cry came from the house.

In the corridor outside the house, the girl is wearing a princess dress, six or seven years old, her hair is draped, and a shiny diamond hairpin is pinned to her ear. In the same way, the ground is divided into bright and dark light spots. The girl is carrying a lace skirt and hopscotch on the light spot. The skirt is full of gems of various colors, red, green, and blue. A flash.

After a long time, the girl got tired of jumping, leaned against the wall, and kicked the carpet on the ground with her feet.

click.

The door opened again.

"Leader."

The girl raised her face, her pupils were translucent, and she shouted crisply, "Dad."

The man came over and picked her up.

In July and a half, it was her birthday. The older generation often said that children born on the Ghost Festival would be cursed by hundreds of ghosts.

She didn't believe it, she would curse the ghosts.

At this time, the moon hid in the soft clouds.

Dad asked Xiao Ling Ling, "What birthday gift do you want baby?"

"I want a golden cage." She waved Bai Nen's arms, gestured at the size of the cage, and said to her father with a serious expression, "The diamonds on it should be super large."

Dad asked her what she wanted the cage for.

"Lock up my little brother and play with me alone."

Look, the ghosts can't curse her.

Her name is Shang Lingling, and she is a little witch born to a big businessman.

Later, the witch grew up.

*****18 years later*****
At ten o'clock in the evening, Huaxing Funeral Home.The corpse pick-up car drove into the museum, passed [-] meters of greenery, and threw the old street lamps to the rear of the car.The morgue is on the far left of the funeral home. The corpse pick-up car drove through the dedicated lane and stopped at the entrance of the morgue. After being sprayed with disinfectant, two people got on and off the car, all wearing suits and black gauze tied around their arms.One of them pulled up the back cover, and the other went into the morgue and pushed out the stainless steel corpse cart.The two winked at each other, stepped forward together, carried the body wrapped in yellow body bag out, put it on the body transporter, and pushed it into the disinfection area of ​​​​the morgue.

Soon, the staff on the night shift rushed over. She was a lady in her 40s, wearing a mask, her hair was scrupulously arranged, and she was wearing the work uniform of a funeral home. Unzip the body bag.Inside the bag was a deceased with advanced liver disease, with a sallow complexion. The woman looked at the brand on the body bag, checked her identity, and then pushed it into the embalming area.

To the right of the anti-corrosion area is the freezing area, and to the right is the cosmetic area for body repair and makeup, all of which are independent buildings connected by aisles.

At this point, there are still people in the plastic surgery area. About half an hour ago, a deceased person in a car accident was sent to the funeral home, and the family requested that the body be repaired.

Xiao Li is a new intern. This is the first time he has encountered a body that needs to be repaired and plastic surgery since he entered the museum. Master Lao Pei specially asked him to observe and learn techniques by the way.He came quickly, but Lao Pei himself didn't come. He felt that he was tricked by Lao Pei.

After changing into the protective suit, he dragged a heavy footstep into the body restoration room. There were many people inside, some of whom knew him and some who did not.

He didn't know the one with the most beautiful eyes. Some people called her Xiaoshang, and others called her Lingling.

"Are you the new Xiao Li?"

She is quite tall and wears a mask, only showing a full forehead and a pair of translucent eyes, with a small curved inner double at the end of her eyes, which are very smart and divine eyes.

Her voice was sweet and soft, so good that Xiao Li forgot to tremble.

Xiao Li nodded shyly.

She said, "Hello."

She smiled, her eyes half-bent, with a terrible sense of innocence.

Xiao Li was very nervous and stuttered: "Hello, hello."

This afternoon, he also regretted studying the funeral profession, and suddenly let go.

I saw Shang Lingling wearing latex gloves, pulling out the body fluids in the abdominal cavity of the corpse, and then picking up a long needle connected with a formalin tube, often injecting antiseptic solution into the heart of the living, a whole set of actions done in one go, She drooped her eyelids and didn't move her eyelashes.

Halfway through the injection, she turned around and said, "Can you help me with the toolbox?"

Xiao Li saw the bodily fluids she had drawn, and the corpse after she lifted the cotton cloth.

He couldn't hold back for a while: "Ouch..."

Before he came, he heard from Master Lao Pei that the deceased was a victim of a traffic accident, and his face was severely damaged by the wheels.

He was relieved for a short time because of the beautiful girl, and reality slapped him hard.

"vomit……"

This is the first time he has been exposed to the industry of corpse plastic surgery in a real sense.

He covered his mouth with a mask and swallowed the acid water back.

The business leader didn't change his face, didn't stop what he was doing, and asked him, "Can't you see it?"

Just not getting used to it yet, Xiao Li shook his head: "No, no."

She seemed to have a good temper, and said softly, "You can go out first and come in after vomiting."

Xiao Li didn't want to stay and cause trouble, so he said sorry and ran out.

There were no chairs outside, so he casually found a car that was pushing the corpse and leaned against it. At this moment, a bottle of water was handed over.

"Give."

It was Lao Feng, and everyone in the museum called him that, but Lao Feng was not old and had been employed for less than two years.

Xiao Li took the water: "Thank you." He twisted it open and took a sip.

Lao Feng patted him on the shoulder and showed the demeanor of a senior in the workplace: "I'll get used to it after watching it a lot." Lao Feng has seen the world, and is very calm, "This level is still light, at least not very serious. Heavy taste."

Xiao Li was absent-minded, and his eyes floated to the repair room: "Is she the main person in charge of this repair?"

"You mean the leader?" Lao Feng hummed, with a tone of admiration, "Generally, the more difficult body surgery is done by her."

They are all corpse plastic surgeons in the museum, and some people call them mortuaries or funeral directors. They usually have a division of labor. Some family members have had troubles before, not only division of labor, but also men and women. Some are responsible for embalming, and some are responsible for Cleaning, some are responsible for dressing, and some are responsible for makeup and repair.

The business leaders mainly repair the remains and occasionally make up.

Xiao Li thought of Lao Pei, a teacher in his 50s: "She looks so young."

Old Feng raised an eyebrow: "Not only is he young, but he is also beautiful."

It can be seen that even though she is wearing a mask.

Xiao Li thought to herself that she was probably the "Guanhua" that Lao Pei had mentioned to him when he was recruiting. He definitely didn't come because of the Guanhua, but because of his love for his profession.

"vomit……"

Xiao Li wanted to vomit again.

Going to the right of the plastic surgery area is the wake hall. Now many family members will set up the mourning hall in the funeral home, so that it can be preserved in ice coffins and can also cherish the memory of the deceased.

Today is the middle of the lunar month, and the full moon hangs high.It was the golden autumn of October, and it was cold at night. There was a young boy at the door, wearing a sweater and hat. He had a mobile phone in his hand and was talking to someone.

"Brother, are you here yet?"

The boy is in his early twenties at most, with a small face, three courtes and five eyes, and his appearance is more beautiful than that of a girl, but he burned the head of a woolly scumbag, which slightly suppressed the feeling of young teeth in his skin.

The voice on the other end of the phone was a little hoarse, with obvious tiredness: "Looking for a parking place."

"The parking lot is in front of the business hall. You park on the right, and the left is reserved for the corpse pickup."

corpse truck...

The big man who had just stuck his head out of the wake hall shivered and retracted again.

"On the first floor, the second mourning hall."

The boy hung up the phone and went in.

About ten minutes later, someone walked in in the dark, looking tired and tired.In his hand he was holding an umbrella, black, with a straight long handle.

Inside the dark coffee-colored trench coat was a white hoodie. After looking around, he walked to the information desk.

"Hello."

The voice line is low, the tone is deep, and it is a good voice.

The night shift staff were playing with their mobile phones and raised their heads when they heard the sound.

"May I ask how to get to No. [-] Mourning Hall?"

Only then did the staff clearly see the other party's face. At that moment, she was dazzled by the light, and she was stunned for a moment: "Go in through the left and left passages, and the penultimate room on the right."

She doesn't have a lot of vocabulary, she only knows that this man is charming, with bright features, strong and delicate.

He said, "Thank you."

The voice is obviously a little casual, but there is no lack of politeness and gentleman.

It was too late to take a second look, the person was already far away, and the staff on the night shift was also energized, picked up the mobile phone, and sent a midnight bell to the best friend: "Sister, a handsome and handsome guy just came to me to ask for directions. "

The best friend poured cold water professionally: "Sister wake up, that's a ghost."

"..."

Enter the passage on the left, the penultimate room on the right.

Jing Zhao put the umbrella at the door and walked in: "Dad, Mom."

Ms. Lu Changan, who was originally drowsy, stiffened and stood up from her chair: "Didn't I tell you not to come, how dangerous it is to drive at night."

Ms. Lu Changan is a "little public servant", and Jing Zhao rarely sees her dressed so plainly.

The deceased was an 84-year-old man who was the distant cousin of Jing Zhao's father, Jing He Dong.At this moment, Jinghe Dong was taking a nap, shaking his head.

Jing Zhao stepped forward and placed a stick of incense.

Ms. Lu Changan hugged her eldest son affectionately, with a round face, a little flesh, and no age at all: "Have you eaten dinner?"

"Ate."

Lu Changan kicked his second son who was brushing his phone next to him: "Why don't you go and buy supper for your brother?"

Jing Jian: "..."

Obviously Jingzhao picked it up.

Jing Jian grabbed his hair and went to buy supper.

After sitting with his parents for an hour, Jing Zhao went out and found a seat in the corridor.He just got off the plane an hour ago, put down the camera and luggage, and rushed over, and now he is sleepy.

He closed his eyes, and after a while, the voice-activated lights dimmed.

For the purpose of embalming and preservation of the corpse, the air-conditioning in the funeral home is very low, and it is cool and whizzing.Someone came from a distance, the footsteps were very light, the voice-activated lights were not on, and the shadows on the ground were slender and slender.

It was a girl, wearing a white protective gown. After approaching, she stopped. She turned her head sideways, her eyelashes fanned, and her dark pupils looked at Jing Zhao who was sitting on the chair.

She stood silently for a while, bent down, raised a hand, held a lighter in her hand, rubbed it, and the fire rose.The blue light was faint, illuminating her extremely beautiful eyes and his face - this pair of skins that she wanted to peel off and treasure.

She reached out her other hand, around the blue light, towards his face.

The funeral home, the funeral hall, the cool autumn wind, the blue firelight, the woman, and the faint sound of crying in the distance... The middle-aged woman who just came out of the No. [-] mourning hall was frightened and her lips were white. , trembling: "Ghost, ghost..."

The lighter fire went out.

Shang Lingling retracted his gaze, turned his head, and pressed his lips with his fingertips: "Shh." She stepped forward, took off the hat of her protective suit, and took off her mask, revealing a fairy face that was harmless to humans and animals, with a sweet smile. , "It's not a ghost, it's a fairy."

The witch grew up, learned to be good, and became a fairy.

After she left, Jing Zhao on the chair opened his eyes, and his eyes were filled with ink, which was difficult to distinguish and unpredictable.

****
Jing Zhao, the pronunciation is the same.

Don't be afraid, the painting style is very sweet, and Chapter 2 will enter the sweet text mode.There are very few plots in the funeral parlor, and the content of the mortician is only written when the plot requires it, and there are very few.This is not a workplace essay, but a romance essay. In addition, although it is a strong female essay, the male protagonist is not a weak chirping style.

I'm back for the serialization, are you still there?
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