Kiss every script [Quick Transmigration]

The sky is gloomy, the drizzle is like silk, the ancient trees in the sky are rooted at the entrance of the village, and the leaves are washed by the rain to become greener and greener. Usually, naughty children will climb up to cool off, or climb up to look at the endless green in the distance. Terraces to relax.

This is Wanjia Village.

Wanjia Village is located in Lishen Mountain. In addition to the terraced fields that have been developed, there are century-old trees and dwarf shrubs all around. For the local villagers, they rely on mountains and mountains. Except for going to the market and children to go to school in the town, other adults and the elderly Never leave the village at all.

"Pattern"

A seven or eight-year-old boy quickly ran across the bluestone path in his rag shoes, ignoring the splashed mud that stained his trousers, and rushed straight to the flat earth tile house not far away.

"Grandpa! Grandpa! Uncle Liu dug a very beautiful coffin!! I want you to hurry over and have a look!" Wan Xiaohu rushed into the house like a small cannonball, ignoring his rain-soaked clothes and shouting at the old man who was lighting a fire in the back kitchen shouted.

"Coffin?" Wan Guofu stopped what he was doing and stood up. Even though he was over seventy years old, he was still in good spirits.

"Yes, and it's still a sarcophagus!" Wan Xiaohu gestured fearlessly, "Hurry up, I'll take you there."

Wan Guofu pondered for a moment, then raised his foot and followed quickly.

The place where the coffin was found was in the southwest of the village. Wan Daliu today wanted to take advantage of the rain to go to the field to dig some mountain root vegetables, catch some small crabs or loach and stew them back, but when he used the homemade small iron When the shovel was digging the root of the mountain, there was only a sound of "Zheng", and the shovel seemed to have collided with some stone.

And because the place Wan Daliu dug was a slope, maybe the shovel was too hard, so that the soft soil slipped and cracked, and a large piece of white jade appeared in front of Wan Daliu.

Wan Daliu wiped off the soil with his hands and found that the jade was engraved with complicated patterns. As an illiterate who could not read a few big characters, he couldn't describe the appearance of the patterns, he just thought they were very beautiful.

Out of curiosity, Wan Daliu took advantage of the rain to soften the soil, and used a shovel to dig up all the surrounding soil along the stones, and later found that it was a white jade sarcophagus.

*

Funeral home in Yangmei Town, corpse dressing room.

Sunlight penetrated through the clean and bright glass to the ground. A young man wearing a mask and a white coat held an eyebrow pencil in his hand, and gently painted the eyebrows of the corpse lying on the ice bed.

"Xiao Mu, have you finished Ms. He Shu's makeup?" A soft voice came from the door, and then a woman wearing a mask and a white coat came over, the crow's feet in the corners of her eyes showed gentleness.

"It's coming soon." Mu Zhichan whispered, took out a bright red lipstick from the cosmetic bag at the side, and carefully applied it to the woman's purple lips.

"It's over, Sister Chen." After applying it, Mu Zhichan put the lipstick back into the cosmetic bag, straightened up and said to Chen Xiao in a gentle voice.

"The transformation is really good. Her family should be comforted a lot when they see it." Chen Xiaoyan sighed slowly while looking at the body on the single bed.

Mu Zhichan looked at the woman who seemed to be asleep on the ice bed. She must have just arrived at work not long ago. On the way home from get off work, she was hit by a car and flew over two meters high. When she fell, the back of her head was completely shattered, and she died on the spot. .

It is the age of flowers.

Mu Zhichan took off her gloves and bowed to the corpse. Then, after the other two makeup artists on duty arrived, the two of them left the dressing room and walked towards the cafeteria.

"Xiao Mu, why do you want to do this business?" After washing their hands, Chen Xiaofan and Mu Zhichan took off their white coats and masks, and walked out of the funeral home side by side.

But as soon as he walked out, Mu Zhichan heard a terribly wailing sound, followed the sound, and saw an old woman with gray temples not far away who was supported by her relatives, and she seemed to be unable to stand still , crying hoarsely, and the woman's vague words can be heard vaguely: "My daughter is only 20 years old, only 20 years old!"

The people around kept whispering, "My condolences, my condolences..."

The atmosphere of the funeral parlor has always been solemn and mournful. This is the place where the dead belong. Every moment, corpses are pushed into the incinerator, and then a fire passes by, leaving only a handful of ashes.

Only when you come to this kind of environment personally, can you deeply understand what it means not to bring with you in life and not to take away in death.

"Dealing with the dead...is much easier than dealing with the living." Mu Zhichan retracted his eyes and said slowly.

Hearing this, Chen Xiaowen shook his head slightly, but didn't say much, and changed the subject: "By the way, I received a call earlier that someone in Wanjia Village died, and three makeup artists were needed to come. Brother Wan ordered you name."

Mu Zhichan nodded: "What time?"

Chen Xiaoyan: "Gather at the parking lot at one o'clock in the afternoon."

"Okay." Mu Zhichan nodded in response, then swiped the meal card and ordered two dishes and one soup, found a seat with Chen Xiaoyan and sat down, and ate face to face.

After the two finished eating, they separated at the entrance of the cafeteria.

It was twelve o'clock at noon, the sun was very strong, and the ground temperature was as high as 37 degrees. Even though the funeral parlor was located in a mountainous area in the outskirts, it was still unbearably hot.

Mu Zhichan went back to the dormitory under the sun. Although the dormitory is a single room, it has everything it should have and everything is available.

After setting the alarm for his mobile phone at [-]:[-], he lay back on the bed, intending to take a nap. He woke up at [-] or [-] in the morning this morning to make up the deceased and put him in the coffin. He has been busy until now.

As a senior student majoring in funeral services at Xishui University, I will be assigned a job after graduation. Therefore, even though it is the first semester of my senior year, this major has started a one-year internship ahead of schedule.

And Mu Zhichan's internship unit was assigned to the funeral home in Yangmei Town, which is ten kilometers away from Xishui City. Of course, there are three other interns besides him, although the internship time here has already passed for more than a month. , but Mu Zhichan is too lazy to deal with them, so so far it has only been able to match their names with their faces.

Many junior and senior high school friends have asked him why he chose to major in funeral services?Are you not afraid?Will the family not object?

In fact, it is not afraid to be afraid of Mu Zhichan. He has been courageous since he was a child. He is a warrior who can watch horror movies in the middle of the night and eat supper, and sleep soundly after eating.

As for whether the family will object...

Sorry, he's from an orphanage.

As for why you choose the funeral profession.

Because of the work package distribution, the monthly salary is high.

Yes, he is that vulgar.

Is there anything more terrible than being poor in this world?

No.

If there is, it is a liability.

……

Mu Zhichan had a dream.

In his dream, he seems to have come to a thousand-year-old capital that has never been recorded in history. Inside and outside the imperial city, there are carved green tiles, resplendent and resplendent.

But in the center of the imperial city, there is a huge altar carved with countless strange and strange patterns. There are silhouettes of people on the high platform around it, red silk hangs down intertwined, and the sound of drums resounding "dong dong dong" resounds like knocking on the sky. heart.

"jingle bell jingle bell"

The crisp and pleasant sound of tassels threaded with gold beads suddenly overwhelmed the sound of the drums, and passed into Mu Zhichan's ears very clearly.

Standing on the edge of the altar, he saw a beautiful woman.

A beauty in red is dancing with a sword.

Red clothes and black hair, bright red lips, a two-finger-wide red gauze covers the eyes of the beauty, and the pupils like lacquer can be seen faintly.

The cold light flickered, the swords and flowers sang, and the dark red robe corners bloomed in mid-air like flowers, and the air flow caused the golden steps inserted obliquely in the hair to rustle.

Light as a dragon, graceful as a frightened bird,

It is as if the moon is covered by the light clouds, and it is like the snow covered by the flowing wind.

At this time, the drumbeat became more and more urgent.

The sword in the beauty's hand was also danced into an afterimage, and the corners of his lips were raised. Then, Mu Zhichan only felt his eyes go dark, and saw a handsome face that suddenly approached.

Mu Zhichan suddenly froze.

And when a scent of plum blossoms came into his nostrils, he was hugged by the beauty and bit his lower lip hard, and then he grinded it between his teeth, allowing him to lick and lick it, as if he was branding him. An indelible mark.

At the same time, the sound of the drum suddenly stopped, and the beauty let go of him and sauntered back to the center of the altar, raising her hand and placing the sword across her neck.

Mu Zhichan's pupils shrank suddenly, and she stretched out her hand and stepped forward to take the long sword from the beauty's hand, but it was all in vain.

The beauty looked at him and smiled slightly, and opened her lips and said two words to him.

The sharp blade cut through the skin on the side of the neck, the bright red blood splashed out, and the red gauze covering the eyes drew a beautiful arc in the air.

He swung his sword in front of him and killed himself. Immediately, the sound of drums resounded, and everyone shouted: "The evil god will help the world, and Dali will last forever!"

……

……

Mu Zhichan woke up suddenly, her chest heaved sharply and she looked at the ceiling, the phone's alarm ringing continuously in this quiet dormitory.

He turned off the alarm and pinched the bridge of his nose. The scene in his dream was still playing back in his mind. He couldn't help but feel palpitations. He couldn't help thinking: Why did that man kill himself?Is it a sacrifice to the evil god?

Sitting on the bed and thinking about it for a long time, she didn't come up with a reason, so Mu Zhichan had no choice but to give up, got out of bed and went to the bathroom to wash her face and wake up.

It's just that when he stood in front of the mirror, he found that his lower lip was broken.

The blood on it didn't seem to have completely dried up, as if it had just been bitten by someone, it looked red and swollen.

Mu Zhichan's heart tightened, obviously thinking of the scene in the dream where the beauty bit him, she couldn't help rolling her Adam's apple, swallowed, and lightly touched the wound on her lower lip with her hand.

hurts a little.

To be honest, he never believed in strange powers, but today...

Mu Zhichan scooped up a handful of cold water and splashed her face, and flashed in her mind that the beauty seemed to say two words to him with her lips before committing suicide, those two words were...

"Wait...me?" Mu Zhichan imitated the beauty's mouth shape in front of the mirror, and as soon as he finished speaking, his heart immediately became furious, and he couldn't help rubbing the goosebumps on his arms with his hands. It felt like a chilly wind was blowing across his back, making him feel chilly.

The author has something to say: I am a non-professional, some parts are from my imagination, if there is any offense that is not true, I am sorry, please point it out.

Uh, and there is indeed a funeral profession.

Well, what Keyen did in the last chapter is indeed scum. As a psychiatrist, it is definitely not out of good intentions to stimulate patients like this, because his purpose of getting close to Chan Chan at the beginning was not pure, although he really liked it later. ...and Chan Chan actually knows what kind of trash this guy is qwq

Little cuties calm down orz, we will be beautiful alone in the future, let the dogs and men go to God

Jiang Lu: I think I can save it...

Mu Zhichan: Get lost too.