The heroine's counterattack (quick wear)

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Sun Qi can only see the tricks, there is nothing urgent, but the job at hand is really bad. He Anan has received two calls from the boss on the way back from the temple, asking her if the matter has been dealt with. Get back to work when you're done.

It's perfectly fine for her to put makeup on a living person, but if it's a dead person... just thinking about it makes her hands tremble.

As a well-known mortician, the original owner was a capable employee of the boss.

After all, for the living, this is the last decency they can give the dead, and they always want to be as good as possible.The people who came to the door naturally hoped that the best embalmers could do it. Many people have asked about He Anan's leave in the past few days. Now the boss can't wait to go to her house and drag her out to work.

He An'an doesn't plan to continue this job anymore, she is not the original owner, so she won't starve to death outside.

Things are not difficult, but there is a little resistance from the boss.

The boss was still concerned about her unfinished work, and when he heard that she was going to resign, he even asked several times to make sure.

"An'an, you've done a good job, why did you stop doing it all of a sudden, did you encounter something when you went out this time? Or do you think that uncle's salary is not enough, so it's better like this..."

"Uncle, I had to leave because of something." He Anan interrupted him, and told him the reason half-truthfully.

Zhao Chengwu listened silently, his expression became more and more strange, and he waited for a while after He Anan finished speaking before speaking: "It's also uncle's lack of consideration, you just do this job, and you live here even at night, now here is not only on duty at night There are not even two of them. But you also know Uncle’s difficulties. Nowadays, people’s requirements are getting higher and higher, and you can be regarded as a gold medal employee of our Huyang funeral home... Otherwise, Uncle can find some young men to suppress evil, or Why don't you just move to the city, and besides the transportation allowance, you will be given a housing allowance every month..."

This treatment sounds really good, it's a conscientious boss, but unfortunately the core has been changed in the shell, she is cowardly...

He Anan looked at her and shook his head slightly: "I'm sorry, Uncle, I really can't do it."

The smile on Zhao Chengwu's face suddenly couldn't hold back.

He Anan sighed, and continued: "For a few days of leave this time, I actually went everywhere to pray to gods and worship Buddha, but I did everything I could. The master said that I should not be able to hold down this job Yin evil spirit, the only way is to try to work hard from my horoscope, but I don't even know when I was born, let alone what horoscope... I have to stop doing this job."

He Anan spoke in a muffled voice, looking at other places unconsciously, and suddenly her eyes froze on the empty sofa, she turned her head to look at Zhao Chengwu in doubt: "Uncle, you... did you have any aunt or sister at home before?" My sister especially likes to wear floral skirts, do you still wear two braids?"

Zhao Chengwu was stunned for a moment, as if thinking of something, his expression suddenly became excited: "You, did you mean to see her?"

Obviously this ghost was his acquaintance before his death.

Without waiting for He Anan to speak, he walked to the sofa to look.

But how could he see it.

The middle-aged man with white hair suddenly showed a confused expression, he turned his head to look at He An'an in a panic, "I, she..."

Unexpectedly, Zhao Chengwu's reaction would be so strong, He An'an felt a little guilty in his heart, looked towards the sofa, and was staring at the female ghost right in the eyes.

Fortunately, the female ghost still looks like she was when she was alive, but she doesn't look scary. She is only in her early twenties, which is about five or six times like Zhao Chengwu's appearance. The skirt on her body is a popular style in the last century.

They should have a good relationship, I don't know who it is from him, but it's a pity that people and ghosts are different now, and the blood relationship in this life is coming to an end.

He Anan sighed a little in his heart, and looked at Zhao Chengwu apologetically: "Uncle, I can see it, but I can't communicate."

"It's my extravagant hope..."

Zhao Chengwu swayed and knelt down in front of the sofa. The female ghost looked distressed and stretched out her hand as if to touch his head, but she quickly retracted it when she was about to touch it, and turned her head to stare at him hatefully. He Anan.

Zhao Chengwu still did not give up, looked up and looked around:

"Sister, are you here? Tell me, how have you been all these years? Did you come to see me because you missed me? Don't worry, my brother has grown up and is doing well now..."

He said that his voice was already crying.

The female ghost stood beside him and nodded with a smile. He Anan sighed, walked up to Zhao Chengwu and patted him on the shoulder: "Uncle, she nodded."

Relying on He An'an, the live interpreter, one person and one ghost communicated for a long time, even if He An'an misunderstood the female ghost's body expressions from time to time, it was already very valuable to the siblings.

The female ghost's name is Zhao Xiaoyi, Zhao Chengwu's older sister, who is four years older than him.When they were young, their father passed away early, and their mother made money to support the family alone. Zhao Chengwu was basically brought up by his sister.

The mother was too tired and died of illness before the two of them grew up. The elder sister began to take on the responsibility of supporting the family. Although she was at the age of a flower, she devoted all her energy to how to feed him and keep him warm. Others have flowers and ropes. New clothes, his sister wears them every year, they are torn and mended, but his new clothes for the New Year are always there.

In the end, one year the poor had nothing to do. My sister sold the hair she had raised for many years. Knowing that he envied other people's children to have books, she gave him most of the money to enroll in the school in the town.