When I woke up, I was actually in bed. It was the master's bed, covered with a quilt. I stood up immediately.
I don’t know what happened when I first arrived, and I don’t know how I got to the bed.
Looking at this room, the desk is located near the back window, half open. Surprisingly, half open, you can see everything in the backyard. If there is no problem, this is indeed a good place to read.
There was a book on the desk. It was He Dana's diary, but I was not in the mood to read it.
There is nothing else in this room.
What I find most strange is the bone smell.
I wanted to open the door and go out, but when I got there, it wasn't a door anymore. I wanted to jump out of the window, but something seemed to be blocking me. I knew I couldn't get out, so I was dragged in. What was I going to do? The tricks that He Dana used were extremely scary.
My father died early. If He Dana had died first, then all these things would have been experienced by my father.
I tried to find a way out, however, there was no place to go out. I thought, what must He Dana have done to let me know something, and I should sit down and finish reading the diary on the table.
I sat down and opened the diary. The dates in it were a bit messy and it made me tired to read it.
This is a diary about Yin barriers. I understood it immediately. The reason I couldn't get out was Yin barriers. It was like a ghost wall. It was the Yin barrier in Yin studies, blocking everything for you.
I see that regarding the Yin barrier, it is something of consciousness. From the consciousness, the ** in the body is separated and adjusted to form a barrier, which can also be overcome. People can only get through it safely when the yin and yang are combined and balanced.
Regarding the invocation of the ** in the body, I watched it and a day had passed. I finished watching it in a day, but I still didn't need to invoke the Yin. I used the method that He Dana said, but it still didn't work.
If the Yin can't come out, I can't leave this room. It seems that He Dana has put in the utmost effort to treat me in this way. This old man is indeed not a very likable person, but slowly you will find that what he does moves you.
I lit a cigarette and sat there smoking, pondering every sentence and every word in the diary. If I couldn't remember anything, I would open the diary and read it again, over and over again. I thought I understood it, but I still couldn't recall it. I didn't know why.
Another day passed, and I thought, they must be worried, I was missing, not going to work, not seeing anyone, not being able to make phone calls, my cell phone had no signal, this must be the reason for the barrier.
I kept reciting what was written in the diary. I memorized it all, but I still couldn't summon the Yin energy.
I was smoking, it was my last cigarette, and at that moment I found that the smoke could actually go out and float out of the window. The Yin barrier could block everything. I was stunned there, and it was at that moment that I understood that Yin naturally emerged from the form. This was exactly a sentence in He Dana's diary. I relaxed myself, walked around, and actually walked out of the room. This is the Yin tune, invisibly.
I came out and saw Liu Shougui, Zhang Wen, and Li Xiaohuan all sitting on their chairs, staring at me blankly.
I went over there.
"Why are you in the room? We looked, but no, we didn't see you."
"That's the Yin barrier. What you see is not real. Get me something to eat. I'm starving."
They didn't say much, except that I was reading the diary.
Liu Shougui left that day, Zhang Wen also left, and Li Xiaohuan sat aside and watched me eat.
"I was scared to death."
"It's okay, nothing will go wrong here."
I was at work at around ten o'clock when a person came in. It was Dong Yan, Dong Jun's daughter, who ran a restaurant across the street. She said she wanted to treat me to a meal, but I said I didn't have time. I had heard some things about Dong Yan.
Dong Yan also had some problems in that restaurant. I don't want to have anything to do with Dong Yan anymore. Even Dong Xiaoqiang makes me feel scared.
Dong Yan smiled lightly and left without saying anything else.
When I got home in the evening, Liu Yang came and asked me to talk to her. I didn't talk to her because there was nothing to talk about.
After Liu Yang left, I went to the coffin-making room by myself. I was tying the coffin all the time. I suddenly wanted to tie the coffin. I was in the room. I wanted to tie the coffin only if it killed me. I would not tie the coffin unless I died. I just wanted to tie the coffin. I don’t know why. I was also afraid and nervous.
The coffin is already halfway done. I made it according to one of the coffins that Ji Yihe gave me. That coffin was a small coffin, but I made it into a big one. That coffin is really beautiful.
Because it is too complicated, the process is very slow, but it is very detailed. A part of it has been made, and I have also improved a lot of places. I like this coffin. Should it be burned in the future? Or, it should not be burned, just like the paper-made works that He Ping left for himself. Part of it will only be burned when he dies. When a paper-made master dies, he cannot leave his own paper-made works in the world, otherwise he will not be able to reincarnate.
It was the middle of the night and I was still tying my hair. It seemed like a temptation that I could not get rid of, just like putting on makeup. If I didn't put on makeup for a while, I would feel like something was missing and I would feel uneasy.
When I heard the sound, it was already one o'clock in the middle of the night. I ignored it. In the old house, there would always be some weird things appearing in the middle of the night. If you pretend not to see them, they will ignore you. Otherwise, they will always bother you.
The door opened, but I didn't turn around. I concentrated on making my coffin. I felt something behind me. It stood there for a while and then left. I got up, closed the door, and went to sleep.
When I got up in the morning, I took a look at the coffin and was shocked. There was a corpse lying inside, wearing Manchu clothes. I turned around and went out, locking the door. It seemed that she liked this coffin, but I would not let her live in it. I didn't know what the coffin would be used for in the future, or what it would be used for, but it was not for her to live in.
Sitting in the office, I took a look at dressing room No. 13. Li Xiaohuan didn't come. I called her and she said she was sick.
I entered dressing room No. 13, the body was pushed in, and then Li Xiaohuan came.
"If you are sick, go home and rest."
"It's okay, I just have a fever. I've taken medicine."
"I put on makeup. Look, I haven't put on makeup in a while."
I was wearing makeup, and I was a woman with very light makeup. The woman was quite pretty, in her thirties, and died so young.
Fade out, and the woman shows the state she was in before death. This is what a makeup artist has to do, just like the state she was in before death.
"Master, light makeup is the most difficult to apply. I see other makeup artists are applying heavy makeup."
"Heavy makeup is dead makeup. It's usually applied like that. It's easy and effortless. There's nothing wrong with that."
After finishing work at noon that day, I came out and saw Dong Yan coming again.
"The food is ready, give me some face."
I don't know what Dong Yan meant by inviting me again and again.
I went anyway, and Li Xiaohuan went home.
I entered the private room and saw Dong Jun's paintings. His paintings were all weird. Dong Yan sat down and poured some wine and said.
"Director Ke, I want to make friends with you. I hope you can give me this face. I know that you and my brother, Dong Xiaoqiang, are good friends, even though we are not born from the same mother."
I knew all this, but I didn't want to be friends with Dong Yan. Opening a restaurant right opposite the crematorium was a disaster. Moreover, after the refining furnace was brought back, it was right opposite, very unlucky and ominous. However, only minor incidents happened here occasionally.
"I think it's better not to open this restaurant, or to move it away from the main entrance of the crematorium."
"I know, it's okay, someone will give me some pointers."
I don't want to ask any more questions. Someone has already pointed it out, but there's nothing more to say.
"Just tell me what you have to say."
"Well, I saw something Dong Xiaoqiang gave you in his diary."
I was stunned. Dong Yan took out Dong Xiaoqiang's diary, and only half of it was left after it was burned. When Dong Xiaoqiang was burned to death, Dong Yan did not show up. It was really strange. She passed away later.
"When my brother died, I was in Beijing and didn't know about the letter. I found out later and when I returned, I only found this diary."
Dong Yan turned to a page that read:
Ke Mingzhe, the only friend in my life, gave him something...
There was nothing left after that; it was burned.
"This thing belongs to the Dong family. My mother knows what it is and hopes to return it to our Dong family."
I was stunned. It turned out that Dong Yan didn't want to treat me as a friend, but wanted something from the Dong family. I couldn't remember what Dong Xiaoqiang gave me.
I tried to recall, but I just couldn't remember. Dong Xiaoqiang did give me a painting, but other than the painting, I couldn't remember giving me anything else.
"Dong Xiaoqiang did give me paintings. There were six of them. I kept them all. He really didn't give me anything else. If you want them, I will return the six paintings to you."
"I want things, not pictures."
"No."
I'm beginning to hate this woman.
I got up and left. When I returned to the office, I was puzzled. What did Dong Yan mean? The diary only had half a sentence and didn't explain much. She gave me something. What was that
Could it be that Dong Xiaoqiang died before he could deliver the gift? Then I would be in trouble.
After get off work, I went home and found Li Xiaohuan was much better. While eating, I remembered that Dong Yan had asked me to come, so I went to the study to get the six paintings.
Six paintings were spread out on the ground and people looked at them while eating.
"This is Dong Xiaoqiang's painting. What do you want to see?"
I told Li Xiaohuan about it.
"This woman is extremely evil. She seems to be up to something. It's best not to have any contact with her."
"Yes, she asked me for something. Dong Xiaoqiang really didn't have anything else except these paintings."
I knocked on the door, put away the painting and took it to the study. Li Xiaohuan opened the door. I came out of the study and saw Dong Yan and her mother. I was stunned. They actually found their way here. What did this mean? They came to ask for something.
"I didn't take anything, just a few pictures."
"We don't want to draw."
I stopped at the door.
"Isn't this rude to the guests?"
I frowned, but then thought that Dong Xiaoqiang and I were friends, so I let them in. After they sat down, Dong Yan's mother said.
"Director Ke, that thing is quite valuable, but it is not yours, it is not yours..."
"What?"
I interrupted Mr. Dong.
"You know best what it is."
She didn't even say anything.
"I'm sorry, I still say the same thing, Dong Xiaoqiang really didn't give me anything."
When I finished saying this, I was stunned. In my mind, the six paintings appeared. That was, that was actually... (To be continued)