The person who died and came back to life really died again seven days later. It seems that there was something he really couldn't do about. As for what it was, he did it and then died. No one knows, and we are not in the mood to ask.
Zheng Jun and I looked at this man, the man who had been in the dressing room, and it made us feel creepy.
"Mingzhe, what do you think we should do about this?"
"Let's put on makeup. Go to the makeup bed the day after tomorrow. I'll do it and you watch."
"Is there anything to say?"
"Master Zhao has left the crematorium. It's not nice to keep asking him. So I'll ask Mao Xiaoli."
"That's fine. Sister Mao knows a lot."
No one likes Mao Xiaoli, but I don't see anything wrong with her. It's just that she wears mourning white, which makes people feel uncomfortable. Zheng Jun doesn't have any aversion and thinks everything is normal.
I asked Mao Xiaoli, and she said that just put on normal makeup and there would generally be no problem. However, he would speak ghost language and make demands while you are putting on makeup. Of course, you can't understand him, so just record it and listen to it for me.
I was puzzled. What conditions did you put forward to us? Your wish was not fulfilled. What was on your mind? You died and came back to life. Once it was done, it was over. It seemed that there was no way. You must die within seven days. If you have a seven-day life span, it must be because you had accumulated great virtue in your previous life. Otherwise, you would not have had these seven days of life span.
I've been feeling nervous these past two days, and so has Zheng Jun. She and I seem to be making progress now.
After Zhang Xiaoxue started working, she remained silent. Her master Fu Qirui came to me and talked to me. She said that Zhang Xiaoxue was not normal and always sat at the operating table in a daze. I arranged for her to do something else.
This is exactly what I was worried about. I was afraid that such a problem would arise, but it still happened.
In the evening, I took Zhang Xiaoxue out to eat. She just kept crying and no matter how much I tried to persuade her, it was no use.
Zhang Xiaoxue held me tightly in her arms that day, and it was already past nine o'clock in the evening when I sent her home.
I went home and sat on the sofa. Tomorrow was the time to put makeup on that man. I was worried that something might go wrong, and I was also worried about Zhang Xiaoxue. What should I do about this
I really have no other choice. After I finish putting makeup on this man, I have to think of a solution, otherwise problems will arise sooner or later.
The next day when I went to work, I went to the dressing room early. This was the first makeup. Zheng Jun also came early.
"Mingzhe, you do the transformation, give me a hand."
"I'll do it."
"Let me do it!"
I know Zheng Jun is more familiar with makeup than I am and much better than me.
The body was pushed in and the shroud was uncovered. Looking at this man made us feel uneasy.
When he started to put on makeup, Zheng Jun's hands were a little nervous. Mao Xiaoli said that when he was halfway through putting on makeup, he would talk nonsense, and the recorder was placed aside.
We had just finished putting on makeup for a while when Master Zhao Juan came in and changed her clothes.
"master."
We were both stunned.
"Let me do it. I'm worried something might happen to you."
In fact, the master had already left the crematorium, and it would be bad for her to come back, but she actually came.
"Master, please go back. We can do it. It's not good for you to come here again."
"It's okay. I'm old enough, no problem."
The master opened her makeup box, and her things were still there in the cabinet, untouched.
We stood on both sides and watched. The master is a master after all. He applied the base makeup very easily. Base makeup is the most important and also the most difficult. But watching the master applying the base makeup is as easy as playing. I am afraid that Zheng Jun will not be able to achieve that even in another ten years, even though the master taught us with all his heart. This is something that needs to be accumulated over time. There is no way to achieve it quickly and there is no shortcut.
Master Zhao stopped halfway through applying makeup, lit a cigarette and spoke.
"You two sit over there too."
The two of us sat on one side, looking at the deceased with our eyes wide open. This was a very scary thing for us, but Master Zhao was very relaxed.
"You don't have to be nervous. As I said before, you will encounter many things here that you have never encountered before. Here you will also be able to see life clearly and understand reincarnation."
I think Master Zhao is right. Coming to the crematorium is my only choice and it is the right choice for me.
I looked at Zheng Jun, and she was sweating on the tip of her nose. She was really nervous. What I couldn't figure out was, Zheng Jun is pretty and has a good family background, so how did she end up here? I asked her, but she didn't say anything, and she never mentioned it again.
Suddenly, the corpse sat up and lay down again very quickly. Zheng Jun's scream rang out again, but Master Zhao acted as if he didn't hear it. I was so scared that I stood up as well.
Then the corpse started talking. Oh my god, I couldn't understand a word it said. It was all gibberish and I had no idea what it was saying. It talked for a full three minutes. Zheng Jun was sweating and I felt my legs go weak. After he finished talking, Master Zhao put out the cigarette, walked over to the corpse, and continued to put on makeup.
"It's okay, just put on your makeup normally and send it to the back normally."
Behind is the farewell hall.
Everything seemed to be going smoothly. After Master Zhao left, Zheng Jun and I continued to work. We were very careful, fearing that something might go wrong at this time. The more serious the problem was, the more careful we had to be.
We were busy until the afternoon. When Zheng Jun finished her work, she felt dizzy. I held her and she hugged me tightly. Her body fragrance made me dizzy.
I sent Zheng Jun home. When I got home, it was always cold.
That day, I entered my father's room again. The scent of my father remained there forever and never dissipated.
I have never understood, Yunbai, why my mother is like this. I am her son. No matter what, she shouldn't dislike me. But that's not the case. She frowns when she sees me.
I slept soundly that night. I don’t know why, but I could sleep soundly in my father’s room. Otherwise, I would have dreams and could not sleep well. I seemed unable to get rid of this state.
I rested the next day and went to see my son. I was in eternal pain that my son was not developing normally, but Yun Bai didn't care. I proposed divorce again, and she just gave me one sentence: Dream on. There was nothing we could do.
I am a little annoyed by days like this. Everything is almost happy, but it disappears in an instant. I don’t know why. I wish Zheng Jun and I didn’t have so many problems.
Master Zhao called me and asked me to find Mao Xiaoli about the matter of listening to the ghost sound. I didn’t know why she asked me to find Mao Xiaoli, so I didn’t ask much.
I would take the recording to Mao Xiaoli's place, and she would always prepare food and wine for me.
I played the recording for her to listen to, but she didn't seem to react. Mao Xiaoli is a very deep person, and you can't tell anything from her face.
She listened, drank, talked about other things, and finally talked about the paintings. She said that there were already eight paintings, and when it comes to the thirteenth painting, everything will be over. What exactly did she mean by the end, I don't know.
We drank until midnight, said Mao Xiaoli.
"You'll be told tomorrow."
I knew what they were going to tell me, it was that thing, and I didn't ask any more questions. Since they wanted to tell me tomorrow, there must be a reason for them to tell me tomorrow.
When I got home, Zhang Xiaoxue was actually sitting on the stairs, and it seemed like she had been there for a long time.
I opened the door and helped her in, and she hugged me and cried.
"Brother, I am willing to marry you even if it takes three years."
I didn’t know what to do. Zhang Xiaoxue fell asleep like a wronged child.
I didn't sleep that night. I just looked at Zhang Xiaoxue. She didn't go back to the bedroom, but fell asleep on my legs. She didn't want to leave me for a minute. She exchanged three years for her life, a lifetime for three years of love. I couldn't help but be moved.
I hesitated. What should I do? If Zhang Xiaoxue married someone else, she would live her whole life, but would she be happy? I had no idea.
This choice is the most painful. What if I die? Then Zhang Xiaoxue will be fine.
I went to Master Zhou the next day.
I said, if I died, what would happen to Zhang Xiaoxue
"There will definitely be pain, but if you marry her, she will die in three years. There is also a way out, you will die in three years."
I was completely confused. I was not afraid of death. I loved Zhang Xiaoxue just like I loved Yinyan at the beginning. I could make this choice, but was it meaningful? I had no idea.
When I went home that day, my head was as confused as porridge.
When I got back to work, I told Zheng Jun.
"I want to marry Zhang Xiaoxue."
Zheng Jun was stunned for a long time, slapped me in the face, threw down his makeup box and ran away, crying.
I didn't know what to do with all this, so I called Mao Xiaoli, and she came, wearing mourning clothes.
"You are very beautiful, can you not wear mourning white? I know that your husband died, and you wear mourning white for twenty years, and he will be resurrected for two years, but is there any meaning in that?"
I actually have fire.
Mao Xiaoli looked at me blankly. She didn't expect that I would know this.
"Tell me about your business."
Mao Xiaoli's condition is not very good either.
I told her my story and she thought for a long time before speaking.
"You decide."
It's really hard to talk about matters of the heart. I learned that Mao Xiaoli had worn mourning white for a man for twenty years. When I found out, I was really heartbroken. I had a greater respect for Mao Xiaoli.
Mao Xiaoli is gone, but she passed away in a very old manner, as if she had aged a lot in an instant. Love can make people disappear overnight and grow old overnight.
I don’t know what choice to make.
I took a leave of absence and didn't go to work. I drove the car that Yinyan gave me and left the city. I didn't know where to go. In fact, Zhang Xiaoxue was more important to me, otherwise I wouldn't have left. If I had chosen Zheng Jun, then I wouldn't have left either.
I came back seven days later and Mao Xiaoli found me. I was in the dressing room. Zheng Jun didn't say anything and his face was cold. I knew that Zheng Jun understood all this.
Mao Xiaoli came to me to tell me the truth behind the lies.
I went there at night.
"Sister, I want to see your face painting."
Mao Xiaoli already has eight face paintings, and now she has thirteen. I don’t know what will happen after the thirteenth. She has never mentioned it. Even when I asked her, she wouldn’t say anything, and she seemed a little angry.
That day, she told me that only she could understand the nonsense, but she would have some problems after listening to it. These were minor problems, she said so, but I don’t think so.
"That man put forward a condition. His death has nothing to do with you, but he has seven days to be resurrected. If his wish is not fulfilled, it can only be completed by you and Zheng Jun."
"What?"
"If you have a daughter, she will be a ghost child. Raise her. She will come back to see you on the first and fifteenth day of the lunar month."
Oh my god, are you kidding me? You're kidding me too much? Fuck you, when you knew I was going to burn you, I was going to burn you backwards, but I missed it.
"impossible."
"It's impossible but it's possible. If you don't do this, this is the only condition. You can think about the consequences if you don't do this."
"I can't think of any."
"I won't tell you about the consequences today. Think about it yourself. People are destined to be together. There is no point in struggling. What is destined is destined."
I don't believe it.
I went home and sat on the sofa to drink wine. It was the wine left by my father. He left a lot of wine. He refined it. I counted the wine I received and it was all under the bed. I could not finish it even if I drank it for several years.
I can't figure this out. I exchanged my life with Zhang Xiaoxue, and I, Zheng Jun, gave birth to a ghost child. It's a mess. (To be continued)