Chapter 59: A Person No One Dares to Mention
In the morning, Zheng Jun drove me to work. When we entered the dressing room, Zheng Jun made me tea.
"Master is busy today and won't be here. You don't need to move. You must be feeling uncomfortable after drinking too much, right?"
"I'm so sorry."
"fine."
I pushed the corpse, but Zheng Jun wouldn't let me. I couldn't let her do it, so Zheng Jun didn't insist. I watched her putting on makeup. Zheng Jun was petite and pretty, and she was a college student. I was wondering why she came here to be a makeup artist. I couldn't help but ask.
"Why are you here as a makeup artist? Your grandfather was a veteran of the Red Army, and your parents work for the government. You shouldn't be here."
"Is this any different from other jobs?"
I didn't say anything. Of course it was different. Coming here, I lost friends, and like me, I lost my mother's love. People say that at seventy, you have a home, and at eighty, you have a mother. You would rather lose your wife worth tens of millions than your mother who has no money. This makes sense.
"Actually, when I wanted to come here, my grandfather and parents were against it. They even wouldn't let me go out. I was stubborn, and after half a year, they agreed, and I came."
"Why do you want to come here?"
"I won't tell you for now."
Zheng Jun smiled mischievously.
I graduated from college and came to the crematorium because of my father, Ke Zuo. Actually, I have psychological problems, too. My mother gave me too little love, and it was all my father's love. His death was a huge blow to me. I wanted to be closer to him, to understand him better, but I didn't know him well enough, so I wanted to go to where he worked and work for two years. But after arriving here , I didn't want to leave. This place gave me pain, but also the freshness of another world. Every day I didn't know what I would encounter. My father once mentioned to me that here, life is fresh, and it is indeed true.
After get off work at noon, I invited Zheng Jun to dinner. I was worried about Yinyan and only drank a little wine. Then I went to Li Li's house.
Li Li sat there drinking tea and watching TV, and the room was still a mess.
"I can't control Yinyan's affairs. Even though she's my apprentice, she's gone a bit overboard."
Li Li directly covered my mouth.
"If you have any ideas, tell me and I'll do it."
Li Li shook her head. I think she should have a way, but she just didn't tell me. Maybe these are some secrets of the crematorium, unknown to outsiders. Even people who have worked in the crematorium for a lifetime don't know many things.
When I left Li Li's house, I had no other choice. I went home, but the coldness in the house was a little unbearable. Actually, it was the coldness in my heart.
When Zhang Xiaoxue arrived, my grandmother asked her to keep me company. She cooked, prepared meals, and made tea for me, acting like a devoted wife and mother. I thought of my mother, Yunbai. She must have been like this back then. When she smelled the stench of death on my father, I wondered if Zhang Xiaoxue would end up like her mother. I couldn't be sure, but it made me uneasy.
I asked Zhang Xiaoxue to go back. After all, we had no relationship, and it was not easy for her to live here. Zhang Xiaoxue was very unhappy and asked me why Yinyan could live here and you could live in Yinyan's house, but she couldn't? I didn't answer. This question was very difficult for me.
I was walking on the street in the middle of the night and felt that the street was much warmer than home. I sat in a food stall drinking beer, watching people passing by, and felt that I was the only one who was lonely in the world, walking forward alone.
There was a man sitting next to me, and there was a cold air, or rather a gloomy aura. I took a look at the man. He was in his fifties, with completely white hair, but he had a somewhat attractive temperament. I ignored him. There was an empty table, so he sat opposite my table. He kept looking at me.
I stood up to leave, he said.
"I think you have something to ask, maybe I can help you."
I was stunned for a moment and didn't want to pay attention to this person. I felt that he had too much negative energy and didn't think he was a good person.
This person actually stood up and grabbed me. It was okay, so I sat down. Maybe I had to save Yinyan. No matter what, I had to get Yinyan back.
"How can you help me?"
"I can't help you, but I can give you some advice."
This man was very calm, as if he had experienced some great storms. I asked for a beer, but the man just held it, meaning he didn't want to drink it.
"Grandma Yinyan's master."
The man spoke softly, looked around, stood up and left. I was stunned. Master Zhou was almost seventy years old. If her master were still alive, he would be at least ninety years old. I had never heard of anyone mentioning him, and I didn't know such a person existed. Even in the exhibition room of the crematorium, I didn't see this person.
Yinyan's grandmother, Master Zhou's master, I think, maybe it's true, this person knows a lot.
The next day, I went to work and entered the dressing room. Master Zhao Juan and Zheng Jun came in together.
"You're here so early?"
Zheng Jun asked a question and I nodded. While working, I asked Master Zhao who was sitting on a chair drinking tea.
"Where does Master Zhou's master live?"
Master Zhao Juan was obviously stunned. She didn't answer me, didn't say anything, and looked elsewhere.
I wanted to ask again, but Zheng Jun shook his head at me. I could see that Master Zhao Juan was already unhappy. After she left, Zheng Jun said.
"Don't ask about this. There are two people you can't mention in the crematorium. One is Master Zhou's master, Master Yang, also known as Yang Xiaoni. The other is Li Yangping, the refiner here. Even in the exhibition room, there are no photos of these two people."
"Why?"
Zheng Jun glanced at the door and shook his head, meaning that I should not continue. Master Zhao Juan came in and stood for a while before speaking.
"I have to go now. You two should be careful when you work."
Zhao Juan walked away with a gloomy face.
"How did you know Master Zhao was here?"
I asked Zheng Jun curiously. Zheng Jun's hands trembled and he didn't say anything. It was really strange. The sound insulation effect of the dressing room was quite good. No one could hear any sound unless they pushed the door open. It was like a space from another world. It was very quiet when you came in.
We were busy until after two in the afternoon before we finished the work. Zheng Jun took me to the Xilai Hotel. I didn’t like it here. Zheng Jun looked at me and I understood what he meant. I could actually understand Zheng Jun’s eyes.
Another private room in the Xilai Hotel can only accommodate two people.
"This is Master Zhou's private room. After she retired, it became unused."
Zheng Jun knows a lot, and Master Zhao Juan likes this apprentice very much because Zheng Jun is capable and well-behaved.
After the food and wine arrived, Zheng Jun locked the door.
"I'm telling you, don't mention Yang Xiaoni and Li Yangping anymore. No one dares to mention them. As for why, I don't know. Master Zhao told me not to mention them or talk about them. And there one more thing. I could hear footsteps outside the dressing room. You think so, but I actually saw them. Not everyone can see them. I could see shadows outside the dressing room."
I almost couldn't stand up. This was something I had never expected. Was this a special ability? Scientists have studied it and found that people have potential, but it has not been developed yet. There are all kinds of potential.
"There are many secrets in the crematorium, and this is one of them. But you can't tell anyone else. As for how I saw it, you'll slowly learn . That's all for today. Let's have a drink."
Zheng Jun could drink a little, but not too much. After taking a sip, his face turned red and he became even more adorable.
"I want to find Yang Xiaoni. There's something I need to find her for. No one else can solve it."
Zheng Jun frowned.
"Yinyan's matter is her life. You can't do anything about it. Yang Xiaoni will definitely not care. Master Zhou is her grandmother and she doesn't care. Li Li is her master and she doesn't care either. So why should I care?"
"She's my match."
"In fact, Yinyan doesn't like you at all, but someone else. Everyone in the crematorium can see this clearly, but you are the only one who is stupid."
"Who? What's going on?"
"Master told me not to say that. Stop talking about it. If you continue, I will be unhappy."
I won’t say more, Zheng Jun has already told me a lot.
Halfway through drinking, I heard a knock on the wall. I stopped and looked at Zheng Jun.
"It's okay, it wasn't someone knocking."
Oh my god, are you kidding me? In this enclosed space, there are no windows.
"Really? I've been here a few times with my master. This is his place. He said so. I can feel something else here, as if I've arrived in another world."
After Zheng Jun finished speaking, he wanted to laugh. This was not meant to scare him, but was true. It was just that Zheng Jun was a little naive and thought it was funny.
"We must not let the master know we are here, or he will scold us."
That day, Zheng Jun and I went back to my home, and she insisted on seeing my home. She came in and looked at this cold home. She also felt cold. She didn't say much, just sat for a while and left.
I think I should go find this person named Yang Xiaoni. Maybe she really has a way. No matter what, I have to give it a try. No matter whether Yinyan loves me or not, I love her after all.
I asked Zheng Jun for two days before she told me where Yang Xiaoni lived.
Yang Xiaoni lives in a villa area close to the mountain, in a small single-family villa right at the foot of the mountain. There are flowers and plants on the first floor, and a small Pekingese in the small yard. I stood outside the railing and looked inside. After a long time, an old lady came out. She had a head full of silver hair and seemed to be in good spirits.
"Master Yang."
I called out "Master Yang," still feeling a bit apprehensive. Someone like him wasn't mentioned, and his picture wasn't hung in the exhibition room. He must be a very strange person. However, contrary to my expectations, the old lady came closer, looked at me for a long time, and asked.
"Who are you?"
"I am Ke Zuo's son, Ke Mingzhe."
The old lady thought for a moment and said.
“It turns out he’s Xiao Zuo’s son.”
The old lady opened the door and took me to sit on a bench in the yard.
"Child, do you have something to ask me?"
I hesitated for a long time, but finally told her about Yinyan. Yang Xiaoni didn't speak for a long time, as if she was thinking about something from the distant past.
