Play Nice

Chapter 2 002: Xiaotianwen mode is on

At 33:[-] in the morning, six cosmetologists spent nearly seven hours and finally repaired the remains of the victims.

There is a street lamp outside the main entrance of the hall, and someone under the lamp borrowed a ray of light to guard the dim corridor in the hall.

"Leader."

It was Lao Feng. Lao Feng's real name was Feng Kang. He was one year older than the business leader, and he was a regular worker in the museum.Shang Lingling is not, she is a contract worker.

She withdrew her gaze from a distance and called out, "Brother Feng."

"Why haven't you left yet?" Feng Kang shook the car keys in his hand, "I'll take you for a ride."

The wind was blowing at night, which blew the girl's voice into a somewhat ethereal voice: "No need." She declined, "I have to eat something before going back."

Feng Kang waved his hand: "Okay, then I'll go first."

Don't say goodbye to people in their business.

Feng Kang's car drove away.

Shang Lingling raised her head, the moon in the sky fell into her eyes: so round, I want to take it off.

She made a call, and the number stored was - dog head.

After a while, the phone got through, and there was a low voice: "Hello."

It's a male voice, which means... it's a male dog.

On the other side of the street lamp is the green belt, the grass is emerald green, the safflower tree has sprouted new buds, and the little purple flowers with unknown names stick out their heads, look up at the moon, and the petals are very bright.

The business leader leaned against the guardrail separating the greenery, his fingers fell on it, and his fingertips tapped gently: "The bell rang for ten seconds."

Dog Head said, "I was just taking a bath."

She responded lightly and kindly: "Oh, is it?"

Dog Head: "..."

It's creepy anyway.

The call paused for more than ten seconds, Shang Lingling was not in a hurry to speak, and the dog head was quiet.

The wind blew for a while, the clouds drifted along, and a few dead leaves fell from the bushes, and the autumn mood seemed to change.

"If you want to make promises with your body, what method do you have to use?" Qing Lingling's voice sounded, and the timbre was really nice, but no matter how good the female voice came from the funeral home at night, it would also make people creepy. You can't listen carefully, listen carefully There was also a faint cry from a distance.

Dog Head: "Heroes save beauty?"

Bai Nen's fingertips, who landed on the guardrail and tapped slowly, suddenly stopped.

A hero saves beauty...

she likes.

She thanked, sincerely: "Thank you."

The dog head slandered sincerely: No, ancestors, don't thank me.

The next day, it cooled down.

It was a rain before dawn, an autumn rain and a cold, which wet the green shade and brought a cool breeze.This cool night, how many deceased have been sent away.

Before eight o'clock, the business leader came to work.There is only one large office in the plastic surgery area, and the team leader, Sister Zhou, is always the first to arrive.

The business leader hung up the bag, and Sister Zhou asked her, "Didn't you work overtime yesterday? Why did you come so early?"

Less common.

Shang Lingling is not a regular worker. The curator cherishes her talents and is very relaxed towards her. She works very freely. Usually, she will find her to do difficult repairs, but she does not handle much ordinary makeup.

She replied, "Because the weather is fine."

Sister Zhou looked out the window: Is the weather good?It looks like it's going to rain.

In the morning, no special bodies of abnormal deaths were sent, and the business leaders were not very busy, and only three deceased were treated.The farewell hall was too busy, so let her and Sister Zhou go over to help with the arrangement.

There were children crying on the side of the road.

It must have been a naughty child who flipped over the guardrail and fell into the lawn outside the guardrail, crushing several small purple flowers.

The child was crying miserably, and he didn't see his parents. Shang Ling led over and asked the crying child, "Can you get up by yourself?"

She has always been very attractive to children.

He didn't coax, the child stopped crying, and probably didn't fall in pain. He hugged the guardrail and climbed up on his own. He stepped on the space between the guardrail and kicked a few feet, but he couldn't reach it, so he opened his hand and acted like a spoiled child: "Sister hug."

In fact, you can get out of the green lawn by taking a few steps, but it is estimated that a lot of purple flowers will be damaged.

As soon as Shang Lingling stretched out his hand, he was pushed away by the woman who ran over: "Your hands are dirty, don't touch my children!"

This push, the woman used brute force.

Shang Lingling's arm slammed into the stainless steel guardrail, the horizontal tube of the guardrail was broken, and a sharp piece of iron protruded.

She didn't change her face, and explained calmly: "My hands are not dirty."

The woman's tone was very bad: "You have touched dead people."

The employees of the funeral home all wear uniforms, and the nameplates on the chests of different groups are different. The nameplate of the business leader reads the plastic surgery group.

Sister Zhou is usually a good-natured person, so she can't stand it anymore: "Why are you so cruel, your son fell down, my colleague kindly went over to help, you don't need to say thank you, you're still talking nonsense here."

Ghosts don't talk, but people who talk nonsense are people.

The woman picked up her son and glanced at Shang Lingling: "Who wants her to help, bad luck."

It's unreasonable, and Sister Zhou's face is red with anger: "You—"

Shang Lingling stepped forward to grab her and shook his head: "Forget it."

The woman walked away with the child in her arms, dusting the child's clothes as she walked, as if it was stained with something dirty, and recited "The child is unintentional, don't blame it, don't bother" several times.

Are they ghosts?
Sister Zhou was speechless: "What age is it, and there is still professional prejudice." She turned around and asked Shang Lingling, "Is it not hurt?"

She smiled: "It's okay."

The door of the wake-up hall.

Ms. Lu Changan was halfway through, and found that her eldest son was running away.

"Summon treasure."

Lu Changan was a treasure to his eldest son, calling it ten sentences, and Jing Zhao could probably answer one sentence.

Jing Zhaoying: "Huh?"

"It's fine if I and your dad are with me for the rest of the matter. You two go back first."

Jing Hedong was very filial, and asked someone to calculate the time, and the cremation time was arranged at ten o'clock in the morning.The old man has no relatives and friends, so there is no memorial service.

Ms. Lu Changan glanced at her second child and instructed: "Especially you, hurry up and go back to class for me."

Jingjian has not graduated yet, and is studying business administration in Imperial Capital. This year, he is a junior. Huacheng and Imperial Capital are adjacent to each other, and it only takes two hours to drive.

He stretched out his hand: "Give me some food."

Yes, he is the poorest rich second generation,
Forgot to introduce, his mother, Ms. Lu, owns a 33-story hardcover building in the most prosperous residential area in Hwaseong, and is a veritable charter woman.

The charter wife taught him from an early age that he should not be arrogant and extravagant.

"Isn't it given this week?"

"I used it up for a taxi." The skin of the wave game is lost, and four trumpets are quite expensive.

Lu Changan suddenly sighed: "Ah, the wind is so strong that my ears flickered."

Jing Jian: "..."

If it weren't for his face, he would have suspected that he had picked it up.

Madam Lu, who blinked her ears, turned around and asked her eldest son, "Zhaobao, is the new car driving smoothly? Do you want Mom to buy another one for you?"

Jing Zhao said it was easy.

Jing Jian: "..."

Jingjian also asked Ms. Lu, they are both sons, why is there such a big difference.

Ms. Lu replied at the time: "Because I am Yan Control."

So blame him for being ugly, blame him for looking like mom.

In fact, it is not ugly. He bumped into an artist known for his beauty, but the gender of the other party: female.

When he was 16 years old, he became very temperamental and rebellious. He shoveled his crew cut and tattooed his body, and he became a tough guy for a while.The tattoo is still there now. It is on the shoulder. It is a dragon, half the length of an arm. It was quite popular at the time, but now it is almost invisible.

Ms. Lu didn't deduct him in everything, at least she liked to buy him shoes and clothes and move them home in a whole box. However, he really couldn't compliment Ms. Lu's aesthetics. It wasn't pink, it was pink, blue, pink, green and pink. White.

"I'm going to see if it's over-" Ms. Lu immediately patted her mouth, "Bah, bah, you said the wrong thing." She instructed Jing Zhao, "You haven't slept much all night, drive slowly. , if you are tired, find a chauffeur.”

"Ah."

Ms. Lu Changan went to find her husband.

Jing Jian waited for her to walk away: "Brother."

Jing Zhao threw the phone to him.

Jing Jian skillfully unlocked it, clicked on WeChat, and transferred [-] to his trumpet account.Hey, life is not easy, it all depends on my brother to help.

The brothers walked to the parking lot.

Jing Zhao suddenly stopped and took the phone back: "You go to the car and wait for me."

Jingjian: "Where are you going?"

He said, "Toilet."

Jingjian went to look for a car first. His brother's car was easy to find. Ms. Lu bought it, a very high-profile model.

Go straight to the right along the road in front of the door of the wake hall and there is a toilet, and Jing Zhao went straight to the left.He walked to the stainless steel guardrail, reached out and touched the blood on it with his index finger.

Information desks are available in both the Wake and Farewell Halls.

Zuo Xiaoyun worked the night shift last night, and her colleague had something to do, so she changed shifts with her, and it was still her shift during the day.No one came to consult, she was fishing.

She sent a message to her best friend: [I tell you, that handsome guy last night was not a ghost, I saw him again today]

Girlfriend replied: [You are haunted by ghosts]

She replied: [I will not invade a hundred ghosts]

Knock, knock, knock.

There was a knock on the table in front of him, Zuo Xiaoyun raised his head, and then his eyes began to shine.

Wow, it's that slut.

It looks even better in the daytime, such a thick face, such a dozen light leaking in from the outside, it's terrible.

"That's out."

He pointed to the file rack next to him.

Zuo Xiaoyun probed over to look: "What?"

"The book where the advice was written."

Zuo Xiaoyun reacted: "Oh." She took out a new book from the drawer, handed it over, and handed over the pen thoughtfully.

He said thank you, took off the cap, and wrote in the opinion-gathering notebook.

This book has not been changed for several months. Usually, few people will give opinions. Zuo Xiaoyun can't help but look away, and secretly glance at the content written on the paper. He can't read the words clearly. It is very long, not fair, but the nails are well trimmed, the finger pulp is not sharp, and the blue veins on the back of the hand are somewhat obvious. It is not a slender hand, but a pair of very powerful hands.

Zuo Xiaoyun noticed his index finger: "Your hand..."

The nib stopped.

Jing Zhao raised his eyes and looked over: "Huh?"

This sound... FUCK, good Su!
Zuo Xiaoyun swears that she is not crazy at ordinary times: "Your hands are bleeding." She took out a box of Bandages from the drawer and said, "This is new, I have never used it."

The pulp of his index finger was stained with blood.

He seemed to hesitate for a moment, but did not refuse: "Thank you."

Zuo Xiaoyun swore again that she was really not an idiot: "15 yuan a box." She took out her mobile phone, "Can you scan WeChat?"

He should be a very gentleman. Even if he refuses, he is not disrespectful: "I'm sorry, my phone is out of power, can I have cash?" He took out a twenty bill from his wallet and put it on the table. Finally, I signed the opinion book, put the cap on the pen, put down the pen, and pressed it on the banknote, "Thank you."

He picked up the box of Band-Aid, put the opinion book back on the shelf, and left.

Zuo Xiaoyun looked at him and sighed: "Hey." What she wanted was not 20 yuan, but a WeChat account!
When the others were gone, Zuo Xiaoyun ran to read the opinion book.

"The stainless steel guardrail outside the wake (third column from left to right) is broken."

The signature on the back is the words "Long Fei Feng Wu".

"scene……"

What is it about? Although the characters are very beautiful and strong, the signature is a bit strong.

Zuo Xiaoyun picked up the phone and said to his best friend: [Yangui gave me 20 yuan just now]

Girlfriend: [My grass, Ming...coin? ? ? 】

Zuo Xiaoyun: "..."

This kind of girlfriend ruined a lot of her romance.

Jing Jian waited in the parking lot for more than ten minutes before his brother came.

"Here." Jing Jian raised his chin, "Your car was scratched."

There was a long scratch on the passenger's door, and the perpetrator was kind and pressed a piece of paper in front of the windshield.

The paper said: "Sorry sir, I scratched your car, the following is my number, please contact me, I will bear all the repair costs."

Jing Jian remembered: "Is it the girl this morning?"

At about [-]:[-] in the morning, he and Jing Zhao went to the cafeteria for breakfast, and saw a girl in a pink woolen dress staring at the car, and the girl's pink battery car was parked next to it.

Well, it's her.

Jing Zhao saw her pressing the numbered paper under the wiper.

He took a pen from the armrest and wrote on the paper: No compensation.

The pen was thrown back into the car, and the box of bandages was pressed against the piece of paper and placed on the pink battery car.

　*****
　　Jing Zhao is a gentleman in details.

　　Heroes save beauty tomorrow, is my chapter very fat?

　　
　
(End of this chapter)