"Come on, let's go together!"
Fatso held a small flag in his hand, wearing a dark yellow Taoist robe, and directed a group of young men and women in the same Taoist robe in front of him.
"Dong dong dong! Dong dong dong! "
"Woo woo woo! Woo woo woo! "
Some people were holding wooden swords, some were holding gongs, some were playing suona, some were beating drums, and some were jumping and chanting.
Under Fatty's guidance, the originally messy village folk music troupe became orderly. Everyone followed the rhythm of the tune and did their own things, each performing their own duties. It exuded a solemn and dignified feeling, just like a symphony orchestra!
Fatso jumped up and down, directing every detail.
He was very attentive because this was his career and his life.
This team was everything to him.
"Okay, stop!"
Fatso raised the flag in his hand, signaling everyone to stop.
"Dong dong dong dong!!!!"
The big drum became rapid and finally came to an abrupt stop.
Everyone stopped and stood neatly. Then everyone quickly took out a long token from their cuffs, similar to the one held by ancient ministers when they went to court.
Fatty also took out a token from his pocket as if he was performing a magic trick.
Then all the people behind him followed his action and bowed in unison.
"Respectfully send Mr. Zhao on the immortal list!"
"Clap clap clap clap!!!!"
There was a burst of applause around.
The funeral home director was very pleased and said to a middle-aged man in a suit beside him, "Mr. Zhao, are you satisfied with this?"
"Yes, very satisfied. I hope this is the effect on the day of the funeral."
"Don't worry, this is for sure. This is the main project of our funeral home recently. We, the Chinese, still need to promote our own culture. Funeral culture, in fact, is also a kind of traditional culture."
"Yes, yes, I believe my father's spirit in heaven will also rest in peace."
"Okay."
The funeral home director motioned for the deputy director to sign the bill, while he walked to the side of Fatso, who was drinking water and resting, and reached out to pat Fatso on the shoulder.
"Bayi, you did a good job."
"Thank you, Curator. Can you give us a bonus?"
"No problem. I'll give you a bonus every time you take a job. I'll keep my promise!"
The curator gave everyone a few words of encouragement before leaving.
"Brother Ba, you're really amazing. This is much more than what we used to earn by running around the countryside for free." A young man came up to Fatso and flattered him.
"This is nothing. Tomorrow, we'll come up with another Eight Immortals Crossing the Seas Formation and completely blind their dog eyes." Fatso appeared to be very casual. Indeed, compared to his previous formations that could easily move mountains and fill seas, he was only commanding a hundred or so people to put on a show. It was indeed not worth mentioning.
However, the most important thing in life was RMB. The rest did not matter.
"By the way, Brother Ba, are you going to watch the show later?"
"What excitement? This is a funeral parlor. What's so interesting about a dead person? "
"I heard that a black man's body was sent here today and will be cremated in the afternoon. We've seen many cremations of other people. I really want to see what color the ashes of a black man will be after he's cremated."
The young man only cared about himself and did not notice that Brother Ba's face next to him had changed from fright.
…
"Master, you've worked hard."
"Master, come to my house for dinner tonight."
"Master, come to my house."
"Amitabha. Thank you, benefactors. However, today's work is not done yet."
The monk was wearing a long robe and was still shoveling soil with a shovel in his hand. Behind him was a group of middle-aged men in suits and leather shoes.
"Master, are we doing this to accumulate good karma?"
"Yes," the monk replied.
"Then I'll donate more money to the village tomorrow and find a construction team to renovate the mountain road. Isn't that considered accumulating good karma?"
"To accumulate good karma, you have to do it," the monk replied.
"Understood, Master. I understand."
There were many high-ranking officials in the crowd. However, under Qilü's lead, they continued to do the work at hand. For them, money and other enjoyments were somewhat insignificant. Instead, accumulating good karma for their descendants was their main concern.
…
The spring wind was warm. There were many passengers waiting for taxis at the terminal of Pudong International Airport.
Ying Yinger was a bit thinner than half a year ago. Her figure was originally a bit plump, but now it seemed a bit weak.
Her studies had ended. She had just returned from America and returned to Shanghai.
To her, life had to continue no matter what. She did not allow herself to slack off in the slightest. She needed to live her life in the most exquisite way at every moment.
This was because she was worried that she did not know when that man would appear in front of her. She did not want him to see her decadent and ugly side.
This was a common trait shared by all women. Women would dress up for those who pleased them. No one could escape this.
"Hello, do you still recognize me?"
A man was standing behind Ying Yinger.
Ying Yinger turned around and saw a man dressed in a burgundy suit. The man's clothes were meticulous, and every detail of his body was meticulously done. Most importantly, he should have taken the same plane as her back. Being able to maintain absolute elegance even after sitting on the plane for so long was enough to show the man's dedication to such details.
"Hello, I really don't know you," Ying Yinger replied.
"You used to run a clinic, right? Our company is just above you. It's a gaming company," the man reminded her.
"Oh, I remember. Hello."
"Are you going back?" the man asked. "Let's go together. It's not very convenient to call a taxi here. My boss is driving."
"There's no need to trouble yourself. My friend is coming to pick me up." Ying Yinger refused.
"Is he back?"
"What?" Ying Yinger could not understand.
"Oh, he's not back yet." The man shook his head. "If he's back, let me know."
The man took out a piece of paper from his pocket and wrote down his cell phone number. It was a form of respect that he did not directly ask for WeChat or other contact information.
"I have a good relationship with him," the man explained.
"Is it Su Bai?" Ying Yinger asked.
"Yes, it's him." The man took a deep breath and exhaled heavily. "Although the air in Shanghai is not as good as in California, I feel that my life has regained its momentum after returning here."
"I wish you all the best in your work."
"You too."
(California law allows same-sex marriage – Xiaolong's note)
A man drove a car over and honked.
"My boss is coming to pick me up. Then, goodbye."
"Goodbye."
The man got into the car. In the car, he was talking and laughing with his boss. He even personally reached out to help his boss fix his tie.
She did not know why, but when she saw the two men's actions, Ying Yinger felt a little sour in her heart.
Soon, Ying Yinger waited for a taxi. She did not return to her residence first. Instead, she returned to the building where she used to work.
She did not know why, but she wanted to come back to take a look.
At the entrance of the corridor, there was an old firefighter checking the building's firefighting equipment. When Ying Yinger walked over, the firefighter smiled at Ying Yinger. Ying Yinger also smiled back.
"Brother Li, is your young master's funeral tomorrow?" A colleague asked from the side.
"Yes, tomorrow," the old firefighter replied.
"Then why did you come to work today? Sigh, forget it. My condolences. That's right, when people are busy, they don't have the time to think blindly."
"I still have a grandson. I came back this time to take care of my grandson."
"You haven't been on vacation recently?"
"It's nothing, it's nothing. It's good that you're back. Life can continue."
…
The office had not been sublet yet. Ying Yinger had already returned it to Su Bai. However, it seemed that someone had extended the lease for five years, so the place was still the same.
Ying Yinger found the cleaning supplies in the inner room and began to clean.
She had just gotten off a long-distance plane and was very tired.
However, Ying Yinger insisted on continuing to clean the place.
He busied himself until night fell.
She was a little tired and a little confused.
She poured herself a glass of water and stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the neon lights flashing below.
The cold city was also a cold night.
Ying Yinger took out her phone and opened a radio station app.
Ten years ago, someone had done statistics. The three main listeners of the radio were students, migrant workers, and drivers.
Now, with the popularity of smartphones, there were two main categories: drivers and lonely people.
He had said that that might be the last time they met.
After so long.
He really didn't contact her again.
It was as if he had really jumped into the sea of people and disappeared.
He was still the same. When he needed her, he would only think of her. She was still the same. Every time he needed her, she would uncontrollably cling to him.
One was willing to fight, and the other was willing to suffer. There was no need to talk about who was irresponsible.
Leaning against the windowsill, Ying Yinger's beautiful hair draped over her shoulders.
She was holding a mineral water in her hand, but she felt like she was drinking wine.
There was some noise in the voice of the phone's broadcast. It seemed that there was something wrong with the signal, but it quickly returned to normal. However, the tone changed at this time:
"Hello, my dear listeners.
Welcome to the "Horror Radio" program.
I,
Am the host of the program.
I..
I have a name. My name is Su Bai.
Here, I want to order a song for a girl as a gift for her. I know that she has just returned from her studies abroad. She must be very lonely now.
This song is "Beloved Concubine" by Houqian.
I hope.
That she can still be happy when I am not by her side. That she can continue to live happily.
If you love her, give her the most beautiful stars and twelve hours.
That night.
Forever in my heart.
May you be well.
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