At work, today was the master's shift, I sat down, made some tea, and Mao Xiaoli came in. She came in and took care of the pot of flowers, which were always in full bloom, and she never felt tired.
"Sister Mao, what is this flower called?"
"Soul flower."
I've never heard of it.
“It’s really blooming.”
Mao Xiaoli poured the red water into it and locked the bottle. There was a smell of blood, really, a smell of blood, it made my scalp explode.
"Sister Mao, what kind of water is that?"
"Are you ill?"
Mao Xiaoli suddenly shouted at me, which scared me.
"Strange woman."
After I finished speaking, I got up and left. Mao Xiaoli chased me to the door, but then went back.
I went to the director's office.
"Mingzhe, give this material to Mao Xiaoli and ask her to sort it out and give it to me tomorrow."
I took a look and saw that it was Mao Xiaoli's responsibility.
"Director, can you give me a new office?"
"Why?"
"Mao Xiaoli's..."
"She is just that kind of person. Just ignore her and pretend she doesn't exist."
"But I see that..."
"Soul flower? It's pretty, but a little too red."
When I saw there was no hope, I just had to endure it.
I went back and gave the materials to Mao Xiaoli.
"Ke Mingzhe, I'm telling you, for the last time, don't mess with me again."
I am really scared of this weird woman.
The master called me and said he was off work and was waiting for me at the door.
When I went out, the master was already at the door. She held my hand and seemed to be in a good mood.
Zhang Xiaoxue actually called me from behind, we stopped, and Zhang Xiaoxue ran over.
"Mingzhe, grandma wants you to come over for dinner."
"Zhang Xiaoxue, why are you so mean?"
"I do."
Zhang Xiaoxue looked at me and I looked at the master.
"Sorry, I'm busy."
The master took my hand and left. Zhang Xiaoxue stood there without saying a word.
Yinyan asked me to go to her house. This was my second time going to her house. She lived there by herself. She said it was the house left by her parents. It had three bedrooms and a living room. It was well decorated and clean.
"We'll get married here in the future."
I was stunned for a moment. Getting married here? I hadn't considered this before. Although my mother doesn't care about it now, it's still a matter of course.
This knot is something I can't get over, and I think Yinyan should understand it too.
That day, I went home and the house was very cold. I didn't like it. It seemed like there was no heat at all.
I went to pick up the car. This time I was careful and the driving went smoothly. Zhang Xiaoxue called me and said that Master Zhou wanted to see me and asked me to come over.
I hesitated for a moment and drove over. Zhang Xiaoxue was there.
"Mingzhe, I asked you to come here today just to chat, nothing else."
Zhang Xiaoxue looked at me happily and sat next to me.
"Grandma, Yinyan and I must be together."
"Okay."
Master Zhou was not very happy, so Zhang Xiaoxue jumped up.
"Nana... No, I like Mingzhe."
"Alright, Yinyan has always given in to you since you were a child. Everything belongs to you. You should give in to her for once. That girl is quite pitiful."
"Milk… "
Zhang Xiaoxue waved her hand and went into the house. Master Zhou shook his head.
When I was driving back that day, something unexpected happened again. I almost wanted to chop off my hand.
Yinyan came, looked at me, and actually laughed.
“You are so amazing.”
I drove the car between two trees and the car didn't hit the trees at all, but the strange thing was that the distance between the two trees was not even as wide as the car, so I couldn't get through. How did I get through? I just felt a flash in my eyes, and I got through and stopped.
"How did you get in there? That's impossible."
I was confused too.
"Looks like we need to find a crane. It's really strange that there's no way to get it out."
More and more people gathered around, and I don't know who was the one who got in trouble. I called the reporter, and the reporter came. Within ten minutes, it was also reported on the Internet. No one knew how the car was driven in. Some people said that it was lifted in by a crane. Maybe they wanted to be famous. Fuck him, do I have time
The crane came and the master was delighted after seeing it.
"Dude, your skills are world-class. I even suspect you used a crane to lift it in there. Are you kidding me?"
I glared at him, and he was so happy that he couldn't stop. He got in the car, lifted the car out, and we got in. Yinyan was also happy.
"Don't be so happy, my eyes are flashing again."
Yinyan looked at me and said.
"How could this happen? Go to the crematorium."
I never dare to drive again after Yinyan drove. I became famous now and it will definitely be on the TV news tonight. No doubt about it, it's a negative example.
We entered the crematorium and Yinyan went towards the small building. I followed her. After we entered the small building, Yinyan went to the second floor, the innermost room on the east side of the second floor. Yinyan unlocked the door and I was wondering how she got the key to this place. When we opened the door, we saw shelves everywhere, row after row. They must have been used to hold urns.
“This used to be the urn.”
After Yinyan finished speaking, she walked in, row by row, and stopped at the last row. I saw an urn, pitch black, hollow, and shaped like a two-story building. It was very beautiful and could be said to be a work of art.
"Such a beautiful urn? I've never seen one before."
"Yes, it's really beautiful, handmade, it must be the work of a master."
"Whose?"
"Ji Gangji one box."
I haven't heard of it. In the funeral supplies room at the fire scene, those are all machine-processed, all kinds of things, but they can't compare to this.
“There are people who make urns?”
"Of course, there are those who make coffins and those who make urns. Of course, they all use machines now, but those who are particular will still go to Ji Yihe."
I looked at the urn. There were photos, but the colors had faded. One person was blurry and I couldn't tell whether it was a man or a woman.
"Whose urn is this?"
"I don't know. It's been here for 20 or 30 years, right?"
The master walked to the side, to the corner, and I saw the plastic bag there.
"It seems that it won't work here."
Yinyan picked it up, came out and locked the door.
After getting in the car, Yinyan drove to Master Zhou's place. This was the place she hated to go to the most. She said that she was a person that her grandmother did not like since she was a child.
When we went over, Master Zhou was alone at home and looked unhappy.
"Grandma, these are bones."
Yinyan told what happened.
Master Zhou took a long time to speak.
"You've got something wrong. This is clearly a human leg bone. It's on the way to the crematorium. I don't know how it got there, but you have to send it back."
"We don't even know who it belongs to? Where should we send it to?"
Yinyan said.
"Heel bone."
Yinyan shook her head, obviously not understanding.
"Yinyan, if you are determined to be with Mingzhe, then be fine."
"I know."
Just leave the bones here, I'll take care of it and everything will be fine tomorrow.
I didn't know how Master Zhou handled it, and I was very curious and wanted to know. Yinyan gave me a look, meaning don't ask too many questions.
I asked as we got in the car.
"Yanzi, what do you think of Master Zhou's heel bone?"
Yinyan shook her head.
"There are many things here that I don't know, and it's better not to know them."
Yinyan was not very happy. She went home with me and sat at home watching TV.
"When are we having the wedding?"
Yinyan suddenly said this.
"Master, next May Day."
"If I call you master again, I'll pinch you?"
After Yinyan and I had a fight, I cooked at home and she actually had Master Zhou’s cooking skills.
"You can do that, too?"
"My grandmother taught me that if a woman can't cook, she can't support a man."
Yinyan put the dishes on the table, and I took out the red wine. It was bought by my father. He bought no less than a hundred bottles of red wine, all of which were placed in the cabinet, but he had no chance to drink it. He wanted to drink it with my mother, but my mother never gave him such a chance.
I looked at the wine and shook my head.
"My father's, but my mother never gave him the chance."
Yinyan looked at me.
"I'll give it to you."
That day, Yinyan stayed overnight at my place. I lived in my father's original room. My mother had always had her own room since I was old enough to understand.
That night, I dreamed of my father. He wanted to hug me, but he didn’t dare to, so he stretched out his hands…
I cried and woke up in the middle of the night and sat in front of the window. My father liked to sit here and watch me go out and come back.
When I woke up in the morning, Yinyan had already prepared breakfast.
After eating, I went to work and Yinyan cleaned up and waited for me to get off work.
As soon as I entered the office, Zhang Xiaoxue came in.
"Brother Mingzhe, I brought you breakfast."
"I've eaten it. Swallow made it."
Zhang Xiaoxue just stood there in a daze for a long time before she walked away, bumping into Mao Xiaoli who came in.
"You damn girl, where does your temper come from?"
After Mao Xiaoli sat down, she acted in a sarcastic tone but didn't say anything.
I was so angry that I went out for a walk. I couldn't go anywhere else. My master told me not to go anywhere here if I could avoid it.
I took a walk and came back. There were a lot of people paying their respects. There were especially many people today.
I'll go back, said Mao Xiaoli.
"Go home if you're okay."
"Then I'm leaving, Sister Mao."
"Let's go, it's okay, I'll take care of it if anything goes wrong."
When I got home, Yinyan had already cleaned the house and it looked great.
"You're back so early?"
"Yeah, I came back when I was fine."
I asked about Master Zhou's heel bone, and Yinyan looked at me for a long time and said.
"You don't need to know."
I was just particularly curious, but now it seems that I really shouldn't have known about the car accidents, which happened one after another and were extremely strange. Now when I open the computer, I can see my video. There are so many amazing replies that I have become a joke. This guy drove the car to this extent, it's amazing.
Yinyan said while eating.
"Go to your mother's place tomorrow and talk about marriage."
“Can we wait until next year?”
"Why?"
I didn't say anything. Actually, I wanted to make my mother happy, but it was already impossible. So I thought of other ways, which might be better, but I didn't have any good way.
Mao Xiaoli didn't come today, so I was quite comfortable being alone. But in the afternoon, I felt creepy looking at the soul flower. I wanted to know what the red thing in the bottle was. It smelled bloody. What else could it be but blood? Before I came to the crematorium, I saw on the Internet that using the blood of dead people to grow flowers would make the flowers bloom all year round and look extremely fresh. I shuddered just thinking about it. If that was the case, I would never let Mao Xiaoli do such a thing under my nose.
The cabinet was locked. After thinking about it for a while, I took down the back panel, took out the bottle of red water, opened it, and smelled blood. It was definitely blood, and my hands were shaking.
I put it back and fixed the backboard, and then I started sweating. I lit a cigarette and sat there smoking. No, I had to find the manager for this matter.
I went into the director's office and saw him looking through some documents.
"Director, Mao Xiaoli..."
"I told you not to mention her and stay away from her."
"I mean, she's growing flowers with human blood."
The director was startled, stood up suddenly, and sat down again.
"Are you kidding? That's impossible. Those things in the legend are all false."
"real."
The director stared at me for a long time, lit a cigarette, and took a deep puff.
"Don't ask too much about this matter, don't interfere, just pretend you didn't see it."
"Captain, this is immoral. Seriously speaking, it's illegal. If the family members knew about this, I'm afraid you wouldn't be able to handle this."
"Maybe it's not human blood, but just some other kind of blood."
"But I heard that it's called a soul flower, and it must be fed with human blood, otherwise it won't survive, and it won't bloom so brightly."
The director's face was extremely ugly, probably because he blamed me for too much, but I didn't want to think about it. I saw it, I knew it, I couldn't accept it, I didn't say it, I would feel guilty, what if I said it? The director was also upset.
"Well, I will hold a team meeting tomorrow."
I went out, went back to the office, packed up and left. I couldn't stay in this room full of blood.
When we met Yinyan in the evening, I told her about this. She looked at me for a long time and said.
"You didn't see anything."
"But I can smell the blood."
Yinyan stopped talking. I can’t stand this kind of thing.
I really can't figure out what kind of person Mao Xiaoli is. I heard that she was already in the office when she came. Her father used to be a small leader, and she has been working here ever since. She has never been married. She is over 40 years old, and I can't figure out why she doesn't get married. It's not that it's hard to find a partner here, but it's not that she can't find one. She must be sick. (To be continued)