the landlord is a former

In the autumn of 2017, Rongcheng.

Fu Baiqiu dreamed of Shi Jinzhi again—at the school celebration party in the first year of senior high school, she sat in the center of the auditorium in the auditorium, watching the red curtain being slowly pulled open, and a pure computer appeared in her sight. White grand piano.

Shi Jinzhi, 15 years old, was wearing an evening gown, walked to the piano and sat down, gracefully raised his hands and landed on the keys.Her ten fingers are slender and white, flexible and powerful, and she played a series of full-grained notes lightly, and the flowing melody echoed in the auditorium.

As soon as the picture changed, the lights in the room were dimmed, and she was writhing on the soft quilt with Shi Jinzhi in her arms. The heat was intertwined and spread, and the restlessness was undulating.

……

Then, she woke up.

The funeral parlor was solemn and quiet in the early morning, and there were two sturdy poplar trees standing in the garden. In autumn, the half-yellow and not green withered leaves were crumbling, and the wind blew and they fell, like a rain of fallen leaves, layer by layer. on the ground.The cleaning aunt picked up the big bamboo broom and swept the fallen leaves, tirelessly.

Fu Baiqiu parked the car and got down, holding a silver-gray thermos cup in one hand, and locked the car door remotely with the other hand, walked through the long corridor, and walked towards the office in the main building.

"Sister Fu, it's so early today."

"Morning, Miss Fu."

When meeting his colleagues head-on, Fu Baiqiu nodded slightly as a greeting, and passed them by.Then there was a whisper in my ear:

"It's a pity that she is so beautiful and came to the funeral home."

"If I have the qualifications of Sister Fu, I will definitely become a star."

"Put it down, celebrities may not be as good-looking as Sister Fu, they all have plastic faces."

The sound gradually drifted away, blown away by the chilly autumn wind, Fu Baiqiu took the elevator up to the third floor, and floated into the office like a ghost. There were a few large characters on the nameplate:

Business Section, Anti-corrosion and Plastic Surgery Department.

She is a mortician. In layman's terms, she is also called a corpse beautician. Her job is to make up, embalm and clean, dress and encoffin the corpse. This year is her seventh year in the funeral industry.

Only the director was in the office. Seeing Fu Baiqiu coming in, he waved to her: "Xiao Fu, come here."

Fu Baiqiu stopped and looked at him.

"The 0742 sent over by the car accident last time, the family members have already dealt with the insurance and compensation matters, and the farewell ceremony will be held at [-] o'clock this afternoon. You can see if you can clean it up before the ceremony. I will arrange for you to send it to the dressing room at nine o'clock. .”

"You can do it now." She said lightly.

The middle-aged man smiled kindly and waved his hands: "It's early in the morning, I just finished eating, I'm afraid you can't stand it."

Last week, the museum picked up a body that died in a car accident, No. 0742. According to the funeral master, it was run over by the rear eight wheels, and the internal organs and bones were shattered. During the week, he was worried that Fu Baiqiu would spit out his breakfast on the spot when he saw it.

Fu Baiqiu raised his eyebrows, noncommittal, and went into the lounge inside.

Leaders have many concerns.

You can't be afraid of doing this, and you won't be afraid.A few years ago, she personally followed the funeral car to pick up the remains. She was a young couple who died in love with explosives.Since then, she has been naturally immune to all bloody things and has no sense.

But today, she didn't want to spend too much time talking, and she could arrange whatever the leader did.

There was hot wolfberry tea in the thermos cup. Fu Baiqiu unscrewed the lid and took a sip. He took out a white coat and a disposable work cap from the cabinet, and stood in front of the mirror to dress neatly.

Other colleagues came one after another, all young guys, and greeted her one after another when they saw her:

"Ms. Fu, good morning."

"Good morning, Miss Fu."

There are few women in the team of embalmers, especially a beauty like Fu Baiqiu who is beautiful and skilled. Her black hair is like thick ink, her skin is as white as the first snow, and her eyes are clear and bright. She has a cold face, doesn't like to talk, doesn't smile much, and walks alone, so she got the title of "Sister Immortal".

"Is Miss Fu dealing with 0742 today? Do you need help?"

"That's right, Sister Fu, the project is quite large, and we will help you."

Fu Baiqiu turned around with an indifferent expression: "No, thank you."

She covered the thermos cup and left the office like a gust of wind.

The deceased in No. 0742 was a boy. He was 15 years old this year. He died in a car accident. His body was run over by the last eight wheels, and he was broken into two pieces at the waist. His skull was crushed and his internal organs leaked out. When he was first delivered, he was bloody and inhuman. After simple embalming and cleaning After being frozen for a week, it is now a slush-gray broken corpse braving the cold.

Around eight o'clock, the boy's parents came.

The only son in the family was killed by flying misfortune. The couple cried until they were in tears. The mother tremblingly took out a photo of the child before he was alive and handed it to Fu Baiqiu. Then the father stuffed a thick red envelope and said with a sob: "Girl, please Now, I must try my best to restore my son to his original appearance, I don't want him to leave so ugly..."

Fu Baiqiu was used to seeing life and death, his eyes were indifferent, and he only took the photo: "No red envelopes."

The couple froze for a moment, then nodded numbly.

Afterwards, the boy's body was pushed from the freezer to the dressing room. Fu Baiqiu went in and closed the door, put the photo aside, put on silicone gloves, and gently lifted the bright yellow silk cloth.

The boy's shattered body was hideous and terrifying, the coagulated blood was rust-colored, the dense white bones were broken like a stick, the blue-gray skin with chills, the yellow fat layer, and the deeper muscle tissue were squeezed and deformed layer by layer.

Only 15 years old.

Fu Baiqiu held his only intact right hand, through the glove she could feel the cold air seeping into her clothes, and some pictures and sounds flashed in her mind...

[Sister, we are boarding the plane, remember to pick us up at the airport]

[Flight NK309 from Rongcheng to London crashed in Ukraine five hours after takeoff, killing all 287 people on board]

……

It took more than five hours to process 0742. Fu Baiqiu didn't even eat lunch. He completed the stitching, sewing, dressing, makeup and other procedures in the dressing room by himself, trying to restore the broken boy to his pre-life appearance as much as possible.

Not to mention very similar, but eight|nine points, thanks to the advancement of 3D printing technology.

"This is my son..."

"Thank you, girl, thank you..."

The family members saw the child completely lying in the wooden coffin, looking so lifelike, they were so excited that they didn't know what to say, so they could only repeat "thank you" over and over again.

Fu Baiqiu did not speak, and watched the boy being pushed to the farewell hall. By this point in the afternoon, a non-staff contract worker like her had nothing to do and could go home from get off work.

She watched the entire ceremony from the outside of the hall, went to the cleansing room and sprayed herself with a chemical deodorant, which smelled faintly of vanilla within a few minutes, and then returned to the office to take off her outfit.

The phone in the bag rang, and she took it out to check. WeChat showed that someone had added a friend, and the note was... renting a house.

Rent?

Fu Baiqiu hesitated for two seconds, remembering that he had passed the verification of the house he had not rented out in the first half of the year.The other party wears the avatar of Peppa Pig, and his nickname is the pig emoji, and he quickly sent a sentence:

【Miss Fu?When can I see the room】

Straight to the point, crisp.She replied:

[I work in a funeral home, so I can't accept the exemption]

【It does not matter, I do not mind】

【Just do it now】

【Okay, I'll go right away】

There was no movement from the other party, and Fu Baiqiu stopped replying. He stared at the head of Peppa Pig and thought for a long time before leaving the office with his bag.

10 minutes later, Yayuan Villas.

Fu Baiqiu parked the car in the garage, took a hot bath upstairs, changed into casual clothes for home use, and cleaned the house briefly.

This house is very big, with two floors facing north and south. On the upper floor is the master bedroom with a total area of ​​[-] square meters, a toilet, a small study room, and an open-air balcony.Downstairs is a spacious living room, kitchen, master bathroom, two secondary bedrooms, very simple post-modern style, there is a large yard outside with some flowers and plants, and the remaining space can park two cars.

She lived here alone for seven years.

The house is too big, and cleaning is very difficult. Coming down once a week is no less than a two-hour long-distance run, so Fu Baiqiu decided to rent out the first floor at a price lower than the market average, on condition that the tenant has to contract the cleaning of the first floor.This neighborhood is located in the suburbs, the traffic is very convenient, and the environment is not bad. Next door is the forest park and the university town, so it should be sought after.

In fact, it is indeed in demand. The rental information has just been posted, and there is an endless stream of potential tenants. But when they learned that the landlord's job is to make up for the dead, they immediately expressed that they could not accept it. After six months, the house has not been rented out.

Fear of death is natural, and she understands it.

Maybe she was destined to be alone.

Fu Baiqiu leaned against the balcony railing, opened the window and looked at the sparkling water on the lake, now it is autumn and autumn, everything is withered, dead leaves fall to piles, the bare branches look particularly desolate and lonely, not as luxuriant as in spring Block the view.

Riding along Yuhu Lake for about half an hour, the other end is her high school alma mater, Rongcheng No. [-] Middle School.

A burst of engine roaring sounded from far to near, then disappeared quietly, and then the phone rang.She clicked into WeChat, and it was a message from "Little Pig Page":

【I'm at the door, I can't get in】

She was stunned for a moment, and while entering the room to get the key, she replied:

【Wait for me for 5 minutes】

The property management of this villa community is strict, outsiders and cars are not allowed to enter, unless the owner brings them in personally.Fu Baiqiu casually put on a coat and went out. After more than 5 minutes of detours, he arrived at the gate of the community.

A red convertible Boxster was parked outside the railing. It was full of coquettishness, flamboyant and eye-catching. There was soft and soothing music playing in the car, which was a bit loud.

The woman sitting in the car raised her head and saw Fu Baiqiu approaching from a distance, a look of surprise flashed in her eyes, then she smiled slightly, opened the door, and got out of the car.

She took off her sunglasses slowly: "Long time no see."

The author has something to say: a slow and slow daily life, non-professional writing, all characters are fictional, without prototypes