entertainment conscience

Chapter 407 [Whose Funeral]

2023, April 12.

Liucheng, Nanzhong Street.

When Bao Shiyi entered the door, he heard Zhou Yun and his daughter talking with a smile. Zhou Yun was patiently teaching Xiaoxiao to call her mother, listening with a hint of expectation from a distance.

"Smile... Mom!"

Xiaoxiao's voice is different from the previous babbling, although it is still a bit vague, but if you look carefully, you can hear the two words in the words.

"Smile, call mom."

"numb……"

……

Bao Shiyi walked into the living room and saw Zhou Yun on the sofa coaxing a smile with her head down, holding a rattle in her hand, and the shaking sound was crisp and loud.

Xiaoxiao stretched out her hand to get the rattle, but she couldn't reach it. She curled her mouth, looking very unhappy, as if she was about to cry in the next second.

Bao Shiyi stood there, watching the scene in front of him.

For some reason, he felt some indescribable feelings, either sour or joyful.

The distance is neither far nor near, he is like a bystander, watching this scene unnoticed.

The sun just quietly passed through the window and fell into the living room, and the bright smile was as bright as the sun.

Before Bao Shiyi could think about it, his smiling eyes had already landed on Bao Shishi.

A smile appeared on the chubby little face in an instant, and stretched out that chubby little hand towards Bao Shiyi, babbling in his mouth, very happy, as if he wanted Bao Shiyi to come and hug her.

Bao Shixi walked over with a smile, reached out and hugged Xiaoxiao.

Zhou Yun saw that Bao Shiyi came back, she was so happy with a smile, she gave Bao Shiyi a blank look, and said, "Little heartless, once you come back, you will be the only one in your eyes."

Xiaoxiao didn't know Zhou Yun's words at all, but hugged Bao Shiyi tightly, her small face grinning like a fat apple, and dazzling stars twinkled in her eyes.

……

Knowing that Bao Shiyi went to see director Zeng Sheng, Zhou Yun couldn't help asking, "How is it?"

"What did the director say?"

"He also wondered why I am not as anxious to write a story as I used to be. Now I am very satisfied after reading this new story I wrote. He hopes to get ready quickly. This story is very moving to him."

Zhou Yun hadn't read the script, so she subconsciously said, "About the funeral, about death, it's not emotion, it should be sadness."

Bao Shiyi smiled, but didn't answer, just bowed his head and played with Xiaoxiao's toys, giving Xiaoxiao the rattle.

Zhou Yun looked at Bao Shiyi and Xiaoxiao father and daughter, and her eyes fell on the script on the coffee table, with three words clearly written on it——

"The Undertaker"!
Zhou Yun took the script, flipped through it, and looked at the outline written in front of the script. Due to the disbandment of the band, cellist Lin Wu lost his job.He left Yanjing and returned to his hometown of Yamagata with his wife Meixiang.However, even in Yamagata, it was difficult for Daigo to find a job without practical skills.

"There is no age limit, high salary guaranteed, and the actual working hours are extremely short. We are looking for travel assistants." Lin Wu was attracted by an eye-catching job advertisement, but when he rushed to NK Office with the advertisement to apply, he learned that ——"That's misleading, we need to find someone to be an assistant to those who go to that world."

The boss of the firm explained the nature of the job to Lin Wu. The so-called "journey assistant" is actually an embalmer, who is responsible for putting the corpse into the coffin and putting makeup on it.

Zhou Yun's eyes narrowed slightly, and when she saw the last line, she felt an inexplicable solemnity for some reason, and said, "The mortician?"

"Yes, it's the undertaker."

Zhou Yun glanced back at Bao Shiyi and asked, "How did you think of writing such a story?"

"Because of a god...friend who is suffering from depression."

The system heard Bao Shiyi's words in his mind, and said indifferently: "Who is friends with you, a short-lived ghost? If it wasn't because of your short life... oh, I wouldn't be so miserable..."

At the end of the conversation, the system's voice became mournful again.

"I was wrong, I was really wrong, you said that I shouldn't have chosen you as a short-lived ghost from the very beginning, if I hadn't chosen you as a short-lived ghost, my host wouldn't have died so early, my host wouldn't have died so early , I will not be reduced to such a sad state, as short-lived as you... oh..."

For the system's statement of tragic fate, Bao Shiyi didn't feel a little fluctuating in his heart. Master Lin Ge possessed him, Lin Ge was indifferent and indifferent, and even had Bao Shiyi's contempt and aversion.

Zhou Yun never knew that there was a neurotic system between her and Bao Shiyi crying to Bao Shiyi.

Looking at the script, she was actually a little confused, not knowing who Bao Shiyi's friend who was suffering from depression was.

"Short-lived ghost, you and the necrophilia must hold a grand funeral for me. You must know that holding a funeral for me is also holding a funeral for you. I am not for myself, I am for you, for the sake of the two of us after death The world can go a little better..."

The voice of the system in my head sounds like looking up at the sky at a 45-degree angle, facing the imminent fate of death firmly.

Regarding the system's depression, Bao Shiyi said that he has no way to stop it, even if he wants to sort out the remains of the system, there is no way.

"Short-lived ghost, don't be afraid, I will be with you, oh... so you have to stay with me..."

Although it is said that patients with depression must be patient and sympathetic, but as a representative of the revenge society and a collection of negative energies, Bao Shiyi will only be——

"The host blocked your voice and yawned indifferently at you."

……

The living room is very quiet, everything is quiet, the sun is still so bright and brilliant.

Bao Shiyi looked at Zhou Yun who was reading the script. The male protagonist in that story was an embalmer, encoffining the dead.

Just like Shen Ming back then, after death, someone came to make up, and then bid farewell to his relatives and left.

Out of this world in the best possible look.

However, no matter how good the appearance is, it will leave after all.

Never coming back.

This is what parting means.

Zhou Yun seemed to have noticed something, turned her head to look at Bao Shiyi, and her eyes met.

The daughter smiled and sat in the middle playing with the rattle.

Time seems to be frozen at this moment. In the met eyes, the smile in the depths of the eyes blows like the wind, causing emotional ripples.

Everything seems suddenly, everything seems to stand still in time.

The corners of Bao Shiyi's mouth slightly raised.

In fact, just like what the neuropathy system said, that is not the funeral of the system, it is——

"Dad...ah, Dad..."

Those two words are both the beginning and the answer.

Xiaoxiao stretched out her chubby hand, and the rattle drum she held in her little hand was shaking. The drum beats were high and low, and the jingle was melodious, like the most primitive sacrifice.

Bao Shiyi reached out and touched Xiaoxiao's head, and smiled.

Yeah, that would be his dream funeral too.

(End of this chapter)