Requiem Chapter 9 Undertaker
After dinner, Yin Hui watched TV with Tang Yan for a while. Yin Hui knew that Tang Yan needed someone to accompany her on such a lonely night. All he could do was to treat her as a friend and share her loneliness.
But he couldn't give her too much expectations and let her pin her hopes on a man who would not have any results. Yin Hui knew in his heart that she would not be the woman in his life in this life.
Yin Hui was very touched and wanted to hug Tang Yan in his arms and gently tell her, thank you for the love you gave me.
Turning around, Yin Hui shed tears and staggered into his bedroom. The hall was lonely.
In this beautiful city, at the most lost time in his life, there was actually a woman who was willing to wait for him. Yin Hui leaned against the window, looking up at the familiar streets and the bright lights. He was reluctant, but helpless.
Under the night sky, there were still cars and crowds on the road. But Yin Hui was in a daze like a puppet, wandering like a child who had forgotten the way, aimlessly looking for the direction of home on the city map. He wanted to go out and tell Tang Yan loudly that the woman in his heart could not be replaced. Although Yin Hui knew that his feelings for her, like the feelings in Tang Yan's heart, were just an expectation and a waiting. However, the two of them were equally foolishly concerned about a love that had no results.
In the living room, Tang Yan hugged a cartoon pillow, silently paying attention to the door of Yin Hun's room, her eyes slightly red.
The glass of vodka he drank earlier was making him feel tipsy and intoxicated. He began to miss her, his home, Tang Yan, and all the people in this city who were kind to him and cared about him.
When it comes to memories, Yin Hui will think of the ambition he had when he just graduated. He wanted to stand out in this city and make a big career. But after a few years, he still has nothing to show for it. Career, love, family, all the good things are out of his reach.
He didn't know how many other people in this city were as lost and melancholy as he was. Would they continue to fantasize about a better tomorrow in the bustling city and indulge in the bleak reality like him?
Yin Hui is a makeup artist, or more precisely, a body beautician at a funeral home. He serves men, women, the elderly, and children, some who are incomplete and fragmented, and some who are extremely beautiful and delicate.
Although he is a man, he has liked to put makeup on others since he was a child. He combs his mother's hair, waxes his father's hair, ties his sister's hair bows, and paints his sister's cheeks red. He likes to play with people's faces, apply foundation, draw eyebrows, blush, and lipstick... Yin Hui likes the process of putting on makeup, which allows him to enjoy beauty.
But when the same process is carried out by the current hands, the impression given often becomes mysterious and ominous. It is also because of this that those classmates who used to have a close relationship with him rushed to change their mobile phone numbers and cut off contact with him after learning about his job. Even various anniversary gatherings also tacitly omitted this little character. Because in their eyes, Yin Hui is an alien, a synonym for horror. Only a fool would be willing to shake hands, play rock-paper-scissors, and even drink with a guy who touches corpses all day long. At first, Yin Hui didn't quite understand the situation, but after being rejected again and again, he could only hold a cigarette in his mouth, sit decadently in the corner, and cross out the strings of familiar numbers in the phone book one by one. The warmth and coldness of human nature, you will know it after you have tasted it. Take Tang Xing, who I met today, for example. If Yin Hui hadn't called out his name in advance, he would definitely avoid him like seeing a nest of flies. When he was in college, Yin Hui studied science and engineering, a major that had nothing to do with funeral etiquette. Deep down, he hoped to be successful one day, either as a white-collar worker or a senior executive, making plans and directing the country. But he never thought that a , he would become a mortician. Perhaps, fate is so absurd and ridiculous, playing tricks on people, raping your body and your soul over and over again. As a victim, you can only stare at them from a distance, without any ability to fight back.
In the eyes of most people, their profession seems mysterious and depressing. There is even a little Japanese horror, but for Yin Hui, it is just a job, a salary, and a job that allows him to survive. If there is anything special, it is that Yin Hui especially hopes that under his hands, he can make those once vibrant faces bright and beautiful, so that everyone who has come to this world can leave with dignity without regrets.
In fact, Yin Hun is not a very brave person. When he was a child, he would cover his ears in fear when he heard adults telling stories. But for some reason, when he graduated from university and was stuck in the job market and handed his resume to the crematorium in indignation, Yin Hun felt a little surprised in his heart. Maybe this was destined!
I'm tired of dealing with people. In fact, dealing with dead people is not a bad job. At least there won't be so much intrigue.
The first person he put makeup on was a girl, who was not very old, probably only nineteen years old. She died in a car accident. When the car crashed, the door was probably not closed properly, so she flew out, fell heavily to the ground, and died on the spot. He thought that she must have been as light as a butterfly, flying through the air.
She is a tall girl with long hair, delicate features and very good skin. Her family sent a new set of clothes for the staff to change into. This is a very physically demanding job, and Yin Hui can't do it, so a few veterans do it together. They are huddled in a dark room with a workbench for people. Yin Hui himself doesn't need to do anything, just a "lookout", that is, if someone wants to come in, he will shout them out fiercely, because he is afraid that some relatives of the deceased will walk in without thinking. After all, these are also industry secrets.
After taking off her bloody clothes, everyone started to wash her body with water. Because there was too much blood, Yin Hui stood on the side of her head and watched them. Then they put on her jeans first. Because her colleagues lifted her feet, her head was no longer on the table, but lowered along the edge, looking up at Yin Hui.
At that time, Yin Hun was probably less than two feet away from the girl. Her eyes were not closed but kept wide open. Yin Hun felt that she was looking at him, as if she had something to say to him. However, he felt that her eyes were too empty, as if she was just looking through his body and seeing somewhere far away behind him. The girl's face was very pale, and her long hair was hanging down. It might be natural curly hair, which could be seen when it was wet. Water droplets slid down her face to her hair, and then slowly fell to the ground one by one. She looked particularly bleak.
If she could see this scene, she must be in pain! Yin Hui thought. A 19-year-old girl was stripped naked by a few unrelated men and women. If she could feel it, she must be very cold. Just like at this moment, I can't help shivering even in my sweater. Yes! Winter is coming soon.
After getting dressed, she was given a white velvet hat, which made her look very beautiful, as if she was asleep. Before accepting the task, the girl's family only asked her to put on light makeup, but as a newly-debuted undertaker, a person who was about to carve out his first work of art in this life, Yin Hui wanted to leave the last touch of beauty in the world for this white angel, just like the moment when a meteor streaked across the sky, which was so beautiful that it was heartbreaking and so intoxicating.
So, he put on special silicone gloves, combed the girl's hair and made her hairstyle. He washed and pressed her body with a hot towel, applied foundation, lightly smeared rouge, drew eyebrows, and painted lip gloss to restore her skin to its luster. The hard work paid off. After drawing the lip line for her, the girl seemed to have a smile on her face. This made her mother very satisfied. She kept holding Yin Hui's hand and kept mumbling something in her mouth, as if thanking the young man for letting her daughter leave the world with the most beautiful face.
After pulling the old man's hand away and comforting him with a few words, Yin Hui stepped aside with professional etiquette. It's pitiful that parents in the world are so heartless. Perhaps at this moment, the old man's numb heart has already been broken into pieces!
Sadness and nostalgia, new sorrows and old grievances continue, and the world has changed...
The music masters all blushed, and the grief carried in the wind instruments was conveyed to every corner of the hall. Then, everyone walked around the crystal coffin , crying, crying hard, crying their lives away. However, how much of this was true and how much was false, only the people involved knew clearly.
From the girl's portrait, Yin Hun saw what he looked like when he was alive. The photo was copied from a daily photo in black and white. In the photo, she was wearing this hat and smiling on a snowy mountain. Her smile was so bright and sweet. Yin Hun couldn't take his eyes off the photo. Until now, he still thinks the girl is the most beautiful girl he has ever seen, much more beautiful than those packaged stars. Even the black and white outline reveals her brightness and purity.
