Volume 2 The Curse of the Ba People Chapter 87 See You Later
After returning home, Yin Hun only said a few perfunctory words to Tang Yan, and kept silent about the rest. After drinking a glass of water, he respectfully took out three sticks of sandalwood incense and added them under the spirit tablet of Old Zhao. Next to it, a scented bag embroidered with colorful threads was placed there, listlessly. However, Yin Hun vaguely remembered the note in the scented bag, which he had mistaken for a secret message in the boudoir: "Old man, I'll wait for you on the road to the underworld."
To be honest, he didn't understand what this sentence meant, but by touching his head, he could guess the general idea.
Before his death, Zhao Deshui briefly explained that people can see some strange things when they are about to die. And when everyone celebrated his 60th birthday, the old Zhao's expression changed slightly. All of these, connected together, Yin Hui guessed that this mysterious master's wife might have known the date of her husband's death before she died.
The more he thought about it, the more confused he became, so he stopped thinking about it. Yin Hui stretched himself, fell on the sofa, picked up a bottle of beer, and drank a few sips.
Although he had been hanging out with the two girls in the amusement park day and night these days, which made him feel much better, it was only a temporary solution, and the best medicine for healing was time. Therefore, in a short period of time, it was impossible for Yin Hui to truly walk out of the shadow of Old Zhao.
"Yin Hun, why are you drinking again?" It was only eight o'clock in the morning. Tang Yan walked out of the bathroom and was about to hang out the clothes. When she saw the beer in Yin Hun's hand, she couldn't help but frowned.
"Nothing, haha!" Yin Hun raised the corner of his mouth, looked at Tang Yan embarrassedly, and then put the remaining half can of dark beer back on the glass coffee table.
"There's no drinks left, so I got the beer." After saying that, he opened the refrigerator, trying to find something.
Of course, he chose to drink not because there were no drinks, but because he didn't want to cause others to worry because of himself.
"Uh, I actually found it. Why didn't I find it just now? I guess I have to remember to classify things next time. It's too messy now." Yin Hui weighed the iced black tea in his hand, then unscrewed the cap, took a sip, and smiled with satisfaction: "It seems that drinks are still delicious."
A smart woman will never embarrass herself, so even though Tang Yan knew that the other party was acting, she still smiled cooperatively. That smile was very meaningful.
At this time, the door rang. It turned out that Shen Feifei, the little girl, finally realized that the sun was shining on her butt. She was wearing a set of pajamas that looked like Christmas clothes, and there were two small pompoms hanging on her hat. With her delicate nose and plump mouth, she could make the strange uncles fall in love with her at a glance. After changing into slippers, Shen Feifei put her hands on her hips and glared at Yin Hui, then threw her hat at him: "Bah, a grown man actually drinks beverages all day long. You drank up all the beverages I bought these days." After that, she reached out from the refrigerator and drank a bottle of beverage without saying a word, barefoot.
Reaching out to take the white nightcap, Yin Hun burst out laughing. Did this little Loli really treat this place as her home? She only said that he drank her drink, but why didn’t she mention that his snack rations for half a month were all eaten up by her in just one night?
The relationship between the three of them was surprisingly good during this period, and they were almost inseparable. Yin Hun was troubled by this. If two beautiful women lived with him, it meant that he was very lucky and it was a good thing. But after careful analysis, it was not the case. Not only did he not get any advantage , but he also had to work part-time for them (especially the younger one). In addition, the rumors from neighbors that he was not doing a good job made Yin Hun feel wronged. He thought that if this continued, he would become a negative example.
Gradually, the wounds left by Zhao Deshui in everyone's hearts were diluted by time, but the daily routine of mourning has become a habit.
Yes, life goes on, and work also goes on.
People should always look forward.
Director Zhou of the funeral parlor was leaving, which was unexpected, but also expected. After all, such a big murder case had happened before, although Zhou Jian had nothing to do with it, but since he was the director of a funeral parlor, he was definitely implicated.
Director Zhou left. At the gate surrounded by stone lions and green pines, Yin Hui, Tang Yan and more than a dozen colleagues stood at the pavilion to see him off.
Seeing Director Zhou carrying a suitcase and looking back every few steps, looking reluctant, Yin Hui felt strange. Zhou Jian, from a character point of view, was not a very good person, but he was not a bad person either. How should I put it? He thought more about himself and less about others. He also liked to do some small things and covet something. But he was still considerate to everyone. Just for Director Zhou's dedicated performance before Zhao Deshui's death, he should also show some appreciation.
Thinking of this, he glanced at Tang Yan, walked out of the crowd, and prepared to see Director Zhou off after he left. Director Zhou saw Yin Hui and Tang Yan, and nodded a little excitedly. Yin Hui stepped forward and helped him hold the box. Director Zhou did not stop him, but just sighed.
"Could it be that people have a premonition before they die?" After taking a few steps, Director Zhou finally spoke.
"This..." Yin Hui and Tang Yan looked at each other in surprise. They didn't know why Director Zhou would ask such a question in such an occasion.
Perhaps understanding what the two young men were thinking, Director Zhou smiled and explained, "At the end of last year, Master Zhao came to my house. For the first time, he drank with me and ate stewed food until we were drunk. That day, he suddenly asked if I could find him a coffin of good quality. I asked him why, but he didn't say."
"Now I understand. Maybe it's because he wants to sleep comfortably after death! Haha." You can tell that every word he says is bitter and sincere, without any pretense.
"Director, thank you." Yin Hun pursed his lips and said sincerely.
"What's the big deal? We've been together for so many years, we're all family! Just call me Zhou Jian! I'm not the director anymore." Director Zhou smiled and waved his hand. When he was about to get in the car, he looked back at the funeral home for a long time, then patted Yin Hui on the shoulder: "The longer I stay here, the more I believe. Death is a door! It doesn't mean the end of life, but passing through it and entering another stage. In fact, it's a door. I, Zhou Jian, can be a gatekeeper, send many people through that door, say to them: Be careful on the road, and send them away. I really feel lucky! Okay, Xiao Yin, Xiao Tang. See you later!"
