Play Nice

Chapter 19 019: The Mysterious Brother Jing Zhao
Jing Zhao wanted to clear the fog and touch the girl's face, but the dream woke up.

The phone was placed on the bedside table, he picked it up, and checked the time, it was 58:[-] in the morning.

He got up, poured a glass of ice water, and took the glass to the balcony.It was still dark outside, so he turned on the light, pulled out the chair and sat down, the glass in his hand, the ice cubes swaying, bumping, and making noises.

Unlike Ms. Lu's balcony, where there are colorful potted plants, there is only one table and one chair on his side.

Jing Qianqian was sleeping in the living room when she was awakened by the sound and meowed twice.It was wearing a new Lolita dress that Ms. Lu bought, and a hat of the same color on her head, which looked like a cat princess.It twisted its enchanting body to the balcony, rubbed its head against Jing Zhao's trouser legs, and then continued to sleep at his feet.

Before the glass of water was finished, Jing Zhao's cell phone rang. The incoming call was a string of numbers, but no name was stored.

Jing Zhao stared at the screen for a few seconds before putting the phone to his ear.

"Jing Zhao."

The surroundings were so quiet that the sound of breathing on the other end of the phone could be faintly heard.

It's a business leader.

"Why are you still not sleeping?"

After a while, the glass filled with ice water was covered with a layer of white vapor, which condensed into water droplets and dripped into Jing Zhao's hands.

"How do you know I haven't slept?"

She said, "I was downstairs and saw the light on your balcony."

The shaken ice cubes in the glass were quiet.

Jing Zhao put down the cup, walked to the edge of the guardrail, and looked down. Shang Lingling waved from below, wearing a pink helmet, and the electric car was parked beside him.

He was on the eighteenth floor, and he couldn't see the face of Shang Lingling: "Is it still going out at this point?"

"Yes, it's so annoying." She raised her head, the small one, "Our curator called me and told me to go to work overtime now. I don't want to go, but I can't go. The damage to the body is too serious, and if it is not repaired sooner, it will be difficult to preserve it later.”

Jing Zhao did not answer after listening to her.

She was afraid of disturbing others, so she said in a low voice, "Go to sleep, I'm leaving."

In the eastern sky, the sun began to rise, and the corner was bright red.Shang Lingling waved at Jingzhao below, then hung up the phone and pushed the electric car out of the community.

Jing Zhao watched her walk away from upstairs, then finished drinking the water, put down the cup, and went to the bedroom to get a coat.

It was so dark that it was not safe for girls to go out.

At 22:[-], Shang Ling arrived at the funeral home. He had just locked the car when he heard Miss Zhou calling her.

"Leader."

Shang Lingling's face did not show the tiredness of getting up early: "Sister Zhou is early."

"Did you eat breakfast?"

"No."

Sister Zhou took out a corn and a tea egg from the bag: "Eat it quickly, or you will lose your appetite when the body is repaired."

"Thank you, Miss Zhou."

Shang Lingling took the egg and rolled it on his head, and the eggshell was broken.

Sister Zhou smiled and watched her eating eggs and nibbling corn, feeling like a hamster.

Before the two of them reached the body surgery area, they heard a loud noise. Looking at it from a distance, there were several people standing at the entrance of the wake hall.

It should be a family, the atmosphere is very dignified.

Five or ten minutes ago, a corpse truck delivered a seriously damaged body. It was an old man. He was a delivery worker in a garment factory and drove a tractor to pull goods every day before dawn.

This time, never come back.

All standing in the aisle are his family, two sons and two daughters.

"You mean you don't have the money?" This is the fourth, the youngest son of the old man.

The damage to the remains is so serious that it would cost tens of thousands of dollars to repair.

"It's not that you don't know the situation at my in-law's house." This is the second child, the eldest daughter of the old man.

Cry and cry.

But the noise continued.

The fourth child didn't know if he was angry or crying, his face was red and his neck was thick: "Isn't your dad lying there?"

The second child was silent.

The third child said: "The year before last when my father installed artificial joints, my second sister and I took more than 1 yuan. Last year, when my father had surgery, my second sister and I took another 2 yuan. When you need to pay, you can ask me and your second sister." Why didn't you think of us when you sold the house in the first half of the year."

The third one blew his nose and cried uncontrollably.

The fourth said, "You are married daughters—"

The third child couldn't hear this: "What happened to the married daughter? Are we not supporting the elderly, or are we waiting on the bedside and bedside?"

The eldest, who kept his head down and said nothing, said, "Okay, just a few words less." This is the eldest son of the old man.

The quarrel ceased, and the second and third were crying while leaning against the wall.

At this time, the fourth daughter-in-law said to her husband, "Is it necessary to spend this money if I don't tell my mother? After the body is repaired, it is not to be cremated."

The boss heard it too and didn't say anything.

The third child wiped away his tears: "the fourth daughter-in-law, are you still speaking in human words?"

"I don't speak human words, so why don't you make money."

So, it was noisy again.

Don't they love their father?It should also be love, so I cried out of breath.

Is that because they have no conscience?

Who knows, others will never understand the suffering of others, because no one else is tasting it.

"Old lady." The curator was also there.

The deceased old man and his wife also came.The old lady had been standing at the door of the morgue, very small and hunched over.

The curator asked her, "Is it still repaired?"

The old lady took out a passbook wrapped in a handkerchief from the pocket of her coat. She put the passbook in the curator's hand, walked to the corpse truck, and touched the body bag: "My old man is afraid of pain, you guys Can you be a little lighter when you sew?"

The director is the most soft-hearted person in the entire funeral home. He is used to seeing this kind of scene early in the morning, and is still jealous every time: "Don't worry."

"Thank you."

The old lady pushed the corpse cart and called out "Old Man" twice.

Shang Lingling threw away the half-eaten corn, put on protective clothing, put on gloves, and pushed the corpse cart into the body restoration room.

In this house, which is less than [-] square meters, there are all kinds of life and human nature.

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There is a police office at the entrance of the funeral home. Today, Lao Jiang is on duty, and he glanced out of the window several times.

The red sports car was still parked on the side of the road with a scratch on the car.

Lao Jiang, hands behind his back, came out of the police office, walked to the sports car, and knocked on the window: "Do you want to drive in?"

The windows are lowered.

Lao Jiang said: "If you drive in, you need to register."

Jing Zhao said, "No need."

The car drove away again.

At the end of Shatang North Street, there is a watch shop that has been passed down for four generations. The owner is Zhong San. He is very good at repairing watches and is well-known for his craftsmanship.

Zhong San was holding the bun in his mouth, and as soon as he opened the door, a guest came in, and Zhong San recognized the guest.

"So early?"

This guest always carries a black umbrella, rain or shine.This time he came by car, the umbrella was on the car.

"I have something to do, so I stopped by."

He came to get the watch.

Zhong San sighed, found a key from the upper drawer, opened the lock of the bottom drawer, took out the watch inside and put it on the glass case.

It's a good watch, but it's really worn out, with obvious wear on the strap.

"Is this watch a little old?"

"Well." Jing Zhao took off the new watch on his wrist and replaced it with the newly repaired one.

Zhong San is a watch repairer, and at a glance he can tell what kind of goods he replaced: "It's all new, why are you still wearing the old one?"

The new one is definitely worth a suite.

The reason why Zhong San recognized Jing Zhao was because he had repaired his watch several times, and every time it was the same piece. The last time the watch mirror was broken. And blood.

It stands to reason that the old watch can also be scrapped. The owner of the watch does not seem to be short of money, but he uses it to repair it again and again.

"I'm used to wearing it." Jing Zhao touched the pattern on the strap, "It's not easy to change it."

He settled the bill, took a bag from the glass case, put the new watch worth a suite in the bag that looked weak, and walked out of the watch shop wearing the old watch.

Zhong San couldn't understand him, but there were still men who didn't like new watches.

What a strange person.

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　　Sorry for the late update. I have something to do this afternoon.

　　The reason why I write about the profession of cosmetologist is actually to write about the life in a funeral home.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)