Senior Superstar

In the tears of netizens, the plot of the final chapter is still going on;

Xiao Yuan seems to have grown a lot after experiencing the departure of her mother Lin Wan.

Perhaps because of a deep understanding of Lao Lin's previous meaning of the existence of butterflies, she no longer armed herself with thorns.

When a person lets go of her indifference and treats others with sincerity, she will naturally reap the kindness from this world—more or less.

Gradually, Xiao Yuan has more friends at school.

Outside of school, Xiao Yuan still goes to the stone bridge outside the town every day to wait for Lao Lin to get off work.

She is not herself, every day she uses her mobile phone to chat with Cheng Cheng in another city. From the situation, the two of them are now the same.

They all lost their mothers, but Cheng Cheng has not yet come out of the shadow of the proprietress' death. And Xiao Yuan was very lucky, she met Lao Lin, and during this time, she had a new understanding of death.

Such days lasted for a while.

On a weekend morning, Xiao Yuan was woken up by a violent coughing sound.

She got up and went to the living room, and saw Lao Lin sitting on the sofa, staring at the leather bag full of coffin tools in front of her in a daze.

"Xiao Yuan, let me teach you how to bury yourself."

"ah?"

Hearing Lao Lin's sudden decision, Xiao Yuan blinked.

Over the past period of time, she has become quite familiar with and used to Lao Lin's work. She was no longer afraid of corpses, and even when she occasionally went to the funeral home to wait for Lao Lin to work overtime, she was able to help Lao Lin, who was coughing more and more.

But facing Lao Lin's decision, Xiao Yuan was still a little afraid.

It is not the job to be afraid of, but the sanctity of the job.

"I'm messy, if I don't do it well...it will make those corpses and family members sad. I don't want it..."

Seeing his granddaughter's uneasy look, Lao Lin smiled lightly, "It's not that serious, as long as you do it with awe. There is nothing wrong with doing it in this world."

Seeing that Xiao Yuan's face was still full of fear, Lao Lin patted his thigh, and simply lay down on the sofa.

Looking up at Xiao Yuan, who was puzzled, he smiled: "Here, just treat me as dead, and practice with me."

Looking at Lao Lin who was lying on the sofa, Xiao Yuan blinked, "Then don't move, I don't know what to do if you move."

"Stay still, come on."

Seeing grandpa's serious hands on his chest, lying really like a dead body, Xiao Yuan grinned happily. Like playing house, he picked up the brush in his purse and approached Lao Lin.

"Don't be so light, the wax should be applied evenly, so that the complexion looks natural."

"Oh, don't move!"

"Okay, okay, don't move. You can draw, and I'll correct it for you when you're done."

...

With Lao Lin's precepts and deeds, Xiao Yuan's makeup skills have improved rapidly.

In the days that followed, Lao Lin took Xiao Yuan to the funeral parlor every weekend and asked her to actually bury the body.

Whenever he saw Xiao Yuan's awe and respect for the dead, and the meticulousness and tenderness in the process of encoffining, Lao Lin smiled very gratified.

After a long period of time like this, Xiao Yuan gained a reputation in the funeral parlor. The staff of the funeral home knew that Lao Lin had inherited his mantle. Everyone loves this little girl who is not afraid of corpses and has a deep understanding of Lao Lin's true biography.

A weekend afternoon.

After finishing a coffin, Lao Lin and Xiao Yuan strolled on the path leading to the bus station.

Thinking back to the encoffining that just ended, Xiao Yuan was very excited—the deceased fell from a building by accident, and the image of the body was very bad. But the whole process of stitching and encoffining was done by Xiao Yuan independently.

The family members were very satisfied with the final appearance of the body, and expressed their gratitude to Xiao Yuan.

This made Ohara very proud.

On the path, watching the butterflies flying in the sky, Xiao Yuan raised his face: "Grandpa, I always forgot to ask you, how did you get into this business?"

"Me?" Lao Lin stopped in his tracks, looked at the Huoshaoyun in the sky and smiled slightly, "I used to take pictures in a studio. I usually do makeup for customers. I really got into this business because of your grandma."

"My grandmother?"

Facing Xiao Yuan's puzzled eyes, Lao Lin nodded.

"When your mother was seventeen, she passed away. At the funeral home, those people put a very stiff makeup on her. I was very angry, so I lost my temper, wiped off the remains, and reapplied.

It wasn't until that time that I realized that I had lived with her for so many years, but I never had a good, focused look at her...going to work, earning money, and raising a family. I am so busy every day, but I keep forgetting the real reason for doing those things. "

Speaking of this, Lao Lin smiled: "When I was grooming your grandma, I felt an unprecedented tranquility. Later, your mother also left this house. In order to find her, I quit my original job in the photo studio, and then returned to the town , I did this in a muddleheaded way.”

Looking at the smile on Lao Lin's face, Xiao Yuan grinned: "Aren't you afraid at the beginning?"

"I'm also afraid." Lao Lin patted Xiao Yuan's head and smiled: "But think about it, these people who have passed their whole life will make people feel very peaceful. You will have a different understanding and respect for death. .”

"So it's because of your respect for death that you treat each corpse with so much care?"

Faced with his granddaughter who had so many questions today, Lao Lin shook his head with a smile, thought for a while, and answered the wrong question: "The way to truly respect death is not to take the dead body seriously."

"What's that?" Xiao Yuan, who turned into a curious baby, asked another question.

Looking at the burning clouds in the sky, Lao Lin was in a daze.

"It's a good life."

After a while, he answered one sentence.

Under Xiao Yuan's enlightened eyes, Lao Lin patted her on the head. Meaningfully said: "I didn't do a good job at this point, I hope you can do it."

"oh."

Xiao Yuan nodded solemnly.

Lao Lin coughed violently for a while, and in Xiao Yuan's worried face, he smiled and waved his hands.

"Don't worry, I'm just dying."

In the astonishment that Xiaoyuan seemed to be struck by thunder, Lao Lin blinked childishly: "Do you still remember the first day you came home?"

Shocked, Xiao Yuan remembered what Lao Lin looked like that day—at night, he was wearing a decent suit, his hair was combed meticulously, and his complexion looked ruddy and healthy.

Tears welled up in Xiao Yuan's round eyes.

She didn't know it before, but now that she thinks about it, it's clearly the shroud.

...

Old Lin left.

In the funeral home, colleagues who have been with each other for many years are gathered in a small disposal room.

The figure who was always busy working around the processing table was now lying peacefully on the processing table.

Where he was originally, was a girl in black.

She looked at the dead body with gentle and peaceful eyes, and her hands gently swaying the brush on the dead body were soft and full of rhythm.

When the last face painting was finished, Xiao Yuan looked at Lao Lin on the disposal table, leaned over to look at the serene and peaceful face, and pursed his lips.

She gently picked up a teddy bear next to the corpse—the one that Lao Lin replaced the kitchen knife with, and stuffed it into the hands that were held in front of the corpse.

In the cold funeral parlor, everyone laughed when they saw the cute teddy bear in Lao Lin's hands.

With that smile from the heart, the camera gradually became brighter.

Until it turned into a piece of holy white, a line of small characters appeared on the screen.

"The Undertaker", finished.