13 Mink Street

basement,

　　 Auntie’s workshop.

　　 Mary held a cigarette in her hand, slowly burning.

　　 Uncle Mason stood at the door, pinching his son Lunt's back neck with his hand.

　　 Lunt was crying, and kept talking:

"sorry Sorry…"

　　 Uncle Mason, who has always been good-tempered, has a gloomy face at this time.

　　 Finally, it seemed that it was hard to bear this kind of noise anymore, Aunt Mary said:

　　 "Go and wash, don't disturb the little girl to rest."

　　 Lent skipped class to participate in a parade organized by the Wien environmental protection girl Dai Lisi, they impacted the power plant, causing a large-scale blackout in the eastern district, the blackout caused the little girl's surgery to go wrong;

　　 Now, she is lying here.

　　 Actually, Lent did not make a mistake in the true sense. Even if he was sent to the police station, the police probably just smiled.

　　 Life is full of accidents.

　　 Maybe this little girl's operation would not have been successful? After all, her surgery was accompanied by a relatively large risk.

　　 If the standby generator of Hans Hospital can operate normally and be powered on in time, will the impact of the surgical power outage be avoided?

　　Furthermore, Lunt was just holding a sign outside the power plant and chanting slogans along with it, or in other words, he was just "chasing stars" and he did not rush into the power plant to destroy it;

　　 There are some reasons that can be used to deceive the judge, but they cannot be used to deceive yourself.

　　 Karen told what happened today;

　　 It is impossible for him to conceal it, not only because of the injury on his face, but also because if it is concealed, he cannot ask the family to discount the girl’s funeral expenses.

　　 He is just a working family member who enjoys dividends but has no decision-making power.

　　 After telling the story, Uncle Mason took off Lunt’s pants and used a belt to twitch his butt.

　　 Knowing his behavior today caused the death of a little girl several years younger than him, Lent, who was beaten, just cried, but did not cry for pain or beg for mercy.

　　 After a fight,

　　 Uncle Mason took Lunt to the little girl to "apologize".

　　 This is a very silly behavior in the eyes of outsiders, deliberately as if it is a show;

　　 But where is there a show that takes place in my own home only for my own family?

　　 In the final analysis, the family style of the Inmelais family has always been very good.

　　 Lent limped up, and Mina was picking him up on the ramp while wiping his face with a hot towel.

　　 "Sister... I was wrong..."

"Ugh."

　　Mina didn't know how to comfort her brother, especially when she knew that the little girl's body was lying underneath, and she couldn't express her comforting words.

　　 "How do you calculate the cost?" Uncle Mason asked his wife.

　　 "Their family asked for set B." Aunt Mary said.

　　 Ron had already pointed to his car and said that it was a fat bill.

　　In the past, when there was a package B business, Aunt Mary walked with wind, but tonight, she couldn't be happy.

　　 Aunt Mary pinched out the cigarette **** and continued:

　　 "I have discussed with Winnie and follow the standard of package B, but when I give a specific offer tomorrow, the discount will be stronger."

　　 "Oh." Uncle Mason nodded, "That's it?"

　　 Aunt Mary lifted her hair and sighed: "This order, if you don't make money, let's lose some more money."

"OK."

　　 Uncle Mason's expression finally eased.

　　 With this order, if he makes money, he will feel unhappy. It is better to lose some money and feel a little more comfortable.

　　 "I'll go up and call those companies."

Some funeral supplies with special requirements, such as coffins, need to be ordered temporarily. Inmoles will prepare some commonly used goods, but it is impossible to provide them. After all, they are more like consumers of upstream companies. Not a dealer.

　　 Aunt Mary shook her head and said, "It's so late, let's make arrangements tomorrow."

　　 After finishing speaking, Aunt Mary waved her hand and motioned to her husband to disappear from her eyes quickly. She was annoyed.

　　 "Hmm." Uncle Mason left.

　　 Aunt Mary started to clean the little girl's body by herself, with gentle movements.

　　 After cleaning, Aunt Mary took a set of underwear to help her put it on, and then pulled over the round stool, sat on the bed, and helped the little girl do a head massage with her hands.

　　Actually, most of the rituals and procedures in the funeral are prepared for the living, including Aunt Mary’s current massage. The little girl has already left, and it must be impossible to perceive it;

　　 But it was her who was pressed, and it was Aunt Mary's own heart that could relax.

　　 After the head massage is over, it is the rest of the body.

　　After completing a set of procedures, Aunt Mary began to embalm the little girl, so that on the day of the funeral, she could say goodbye to her relatives in the most natural and beautiful side.

The role of 　　 makeup artist is to keep the dignity and dignity of the deceased when they leave.

　　 has another function, which is to allow relatives and friends of the deceased to remember the image of the deceased seriously.

　　 When a person thinks of another person, what comes to mind is often a frozen "photo";

　　 Why do people value "seeing the last side" so much, it would be a great pity if they didn't see it?

Because in daily life, people seldom look and remember the faces of the people around them, and the closer the people are, the easier it is to be ignored in this respect. They always naively think that there is still a long time to go. A long time, there is still a long, long;

　　 It wasn't until the unexpected farewell came that she realized that the face in her mind, the "photo" in her mind, was actually outdated long ago, it was blurred and blurred long ago.

　　 The fear is not to lose, but you can’t forgive yourself for forgetting when you need to remember.

　　 Aunt Mary’s job is to let this kind of regret be avoided as much as possible.

　　 She didn’t plan to rest, and she didn’t allow herself to rest either. She planned to spend the rest of the evening to complete everything for the little girl;

　　 In addition, she hasn't worked so seriously and devotedly for a long time.

　　...

　　 At three o'clock in the morning, Karen, who had already slept and woke up, walked to the basement with the coffee pot, and delivered the coffee to Aunt Mary.

　　 Aunt Mary took a big sip, and her caring nephew put a lot of candy for her, which made her very satisfied.

　　 Karen pulled another round stool next to him and sat down.

　　 At this time, the little girl lying on the icy steel bed has already put on a cute pink dance dress. Wearing new white dancing shoes on his feet.

　　 "This was left by her parents, and originally intended to give her as a gift after the successful operation."

　　 "Oh, is it?"

　　 Aunt Mary began to take care of the little girl's hair, ironing it with a splint, very carefully, as if she was afraid of burning her scalp.

　　 You know, Aunt Mary uses a gas blowtorch to remove body hair from other guests.

　　 But this time, she was very careful.

　　 "Is it pretty?" Aunt Mary asked.

　　 Karen nodded, and said, "Very cute little girl."

　　 "Her parents said she likes ballet very much and dances very hard."

　　 "Really, it's not easy."

　　 "Yes, it's not easy."

　　 Aunt Mary looked up at Karen and asked, "The wound on your face?"

　　 "It's okay." Karen shook his head.

　　 "I was negligent, I should help you deal with it first."

　　 "It's okay, this is life hurt, it's inevitable."

　　 Aunt Mary continued to help the little girl perm her hair while chewing on these words:

　　 "Life's injury. Karen, sometimes I am really curious, are you really only fifteen years old? Or, a serious illness can really change a person?"

　　 "I should be almost sixteen."

　　 "Birthday hasn't arrived yet, but it's coming soon. I should give you a good celebration."

　　 "It's not a whole birthday, no need."

　　 "Well in life, when the conditions permit, can you try not to die, otherwise, how can you be worthy of the injury of life?"

　　 Karen nodded: "Okay, auntie."

　　 Today’s list is an accident.

　　 Even if it wasn't Karen, but Uncle Mason went to Hans Hospital, it should be inevitable.

　　 This is life, just as there are rugged rocks hidden under a calm stream.

　　 "Aren't you going to rest?" Aunt Mary asked.

　　 "I have slept."

　　 "It seems that there is something on my mind. I felt it when you came back. Lunt made a mistake, and your uncle has already taught him."

"I know."

Uncle 　　 was playing on the second floor, but Karen on the third floor heard clearly.

　　 However, Karen still said, "Actually, there is nothing wrong with Lent."

　　 If you change to a mother who is short-term and unreasonable, and hear Karen say such things, I am afraid that she will directly blow up;

　　 co-authored, you told me a secret, and you hit someone, but in the end, he did nothing wrong when you came to a sentence?

　　 But Aunt Mary nodded and said:

　　 "Yes, he just owes it."

　　 If he doesn't beat him, he is uncomfortable, and his elders and guardians are even more uncomfortable.

　　Blind obedience is sometimes not a big mistake, because the law does not blame the public, but if you don’t know how to repent and reflect, you will probably continue to follow blindly next time. It is still not wrong, but it seems like a mental retardation.

　　 "I will discount the funeral expenses. We will lose money on this order."

　　 "Thank you auntie."

　　 "I am Lundt's mother. This is what I should do. If I can, I really want to take Lundt and your uncle to kneel to the little girl's parents.

　　 But it doesn't make much sense, except that we feel less guilty in our hearts, which is of no use to other parents.

　　 Even, I have to resist nausea to comfort you.

Ugh,

　　 It’s like snow outside, looking through the window in the house, oh, a lot of snowflakes are falling;

　　Only when walking outside and being hit by a snow flake into the neck, can you experience the real cold. "

　　 "Auntie."

　　 "Well, what's the matter?"

　　 "I think I should be used to corpses, coffins, wreaths, black gauze, and all kinds of these.

　　 But I don’t know why. This time, I feel that my emotions have been greatly affected.

　　 is not only because of Lent,

　　 It’s how I feel in the corridor of the hospital today. "

　　 Karen still remembers that the little girl smiled shyly at herself when she was pushed into the operating room and passed by her.

　　He suddenly felt,

　　Is it a little hypocritical of myself today? No, it is too hypocritical.

　　 Obviously he has seen something weirder and more horrifying, but today, he is sad.

　　 "Why, doing our business is really hard-hearted? Is it cold-blooded?"

"That was not what I meant."

"I know, but just like a painter who needs to draw and create without stopping every day, what they are looking for is a work that they are satisfied with and can also touch them. Who would think that a painter paints more? Will you be numb and lose your spirituality and touch?"

　　 I ironed my hair,

　　 Aunt Mary put down the clamp, lit a cigarette for herself, and when she handed the cigarette pack to Karen, Karen shook her head and refused.

　　 spit out a smoke ring,

　　 "We are only accustomed to seeing the dead, but not accustomed to seeing life and death."

　　 stood up, Aunt Mary pointed at the delicately dressed girl in front of her with her finger without a cigarette:

　　 "What a beautiful girl, what a beautiful dress, she is lying here, if she can sit up and do another dance, that would be great."

　　 Karen was silent.

Aunt Mary walked up to Karen and reached out to touch Karen’s shoulder: "Look a little bit and learn to adjust yourself, you know? It’s like when you help others with psychological counseling. You should know better than me in this respect. ."

　　 "I see, auntie."

　　 "Do you need some supper?"

　　 "Okay, auntie."

　　 "Well, I'm going to prepare, and remember to turn off the light when you come up later."

　　 After speaking, Aunt Mary walked out of the studio.

　　 Karen is still sitting on the round stool, looking at the little girl dressed up by her aunt in front of her, she is very delicate.

　　 a little while,

　　 Karen stood up, walked to the phonograph, and pressed;

　　 The cheerful melody of "Roja Elf" sounded, lingering throughout the studio.

Before the aunt 　　 left, the words rang in Karen's ear: "What a beautiful girl, what a beautiful dress, she is lying here, if she can sit up and dance another dance, that would be great."

if,

　　 If you want to dance,

I can help you.

　　 Karen walked to the little girl and stretched out her left hand.

　　 This is the first time he has actively tried to use his ability. He has not actually mastered this ability. Every time he uses it, it is either accidental or sudden. In a calm state, he has never experienced it.

　　 But at the moment when he stretched out his hand,

　　 Karen has a feeling inexplicably,

　　 He seems to be able to perceive the emotions of the little girl lying in front of him;

　　 seems to be able to hear her voice, even if she cannot speak;

　　 seems to be able to perceive her temperature, even if she is already cold;

　　 This is not like an illusion, but a false ultimate reality.

I am lucky,

　　 I was already dead, but because of Diss, I woke up again.

　　 and you,

　　 Not as lucky as me.

please tell me,

　　Is my perception correct,

　　 Are you calling to me, or is it just my own wishful thinking?

　　 remember,

in the corridor,

　　 You smiled at me twice.

　　 Karen put her finger on the little girl's neck.

　　 If you want to dance one last dance, I will fulfill your wish.

　　 Karen closed her eyes.

Then,

　　 opened slowly again,

　　 He saw a little girl standing in front of him.

　　 The little girl is still looking at him with a shy smile.

　　 What Karen didn't notice was that under his feet, at this time, there were black vine-like patterns slowly spreading out, gradually fitting and penetrating into the floor tile texture of this studio.

　　 and on the third floor,

　　 on the windowsill,

　　 Pu'er, who had already fallen asleep, suddenly raised his head, with a look of surprise on his face:

　　 "Diss?"

　　 Then, the shocked expression on the black cat's face became more intense:

　　 "It's not Diss!!"

　　 In the study room,

　　 Diss, who was writing something in front of a candle, suddenly stopped writing;

　　 He looked at the flickering candle in front of him,

　　 murmured:

　　 "Order?"

　　 immediately,

　　 He reached out his hand to control the flame of the candle,

road:

　　 "No, it's order."

　　...

　　 this time,

　　 Karen did not step back, nor did he use his own perspective to switch between zooming in and zooming out;

　　 Instead, he stretched out his hand naturally.

　　 The little girl smiled, her teeth bit her lower lip, a little embarrassed, but after all she couldn't hold it back, she put her hand on Karen's palm.

　　 Her hands have no weight or temperature, but they are so real.

　　 Karen signaled that she could return to her body...her, her body.

　　 The little girl floated up, lay flat in front of Karen, then slowly fell, and finally merged with her body.

　　The cute elf lying on the steel plate opened his eyes.

　　 There is no white, no blood, no violence, and some, just clear and peaceful.

　　 She sat up slowly,

　　 She remembered Karen,

　　Because this was the stranger she saw on the way she was pushed into the operating room.

　　 She opened the mouth and said:

　　 "Brother, you really look good."

"Ha ha."

　　 Hearing this, Karen smiled, reaching out and subconsciously trying to touch her sister Mina's head like she usually does.

　　 But thinking about the hair that Aunt Mary just gave her, I hesitated;

　　 However, the little girl took the initiative to put her head under Karen’s palm and rubbed it:

　　 "Dad likes touching my head like this too."

　　 "Oh, isn't it?"

　　 It's a pity, your parents can't be here and watch you sit up again.

　　 This is not what Karen wants to hide deliberately, at least, not for the reason of confidentiality;

　　 Instead, letting her parents see her daughter sitting up, and then watching her doomed to lie down again, is tantamount to letting them bear the pain of the second loss of their daughter.

　　" "Lojia Fairy", I like to use it to accompany it when I practice dance.

　　 Brother, can I show you how to dance? "

"good."

　　 Karen sat back on the round stool.

　　The cute little girl wearing brand new white dancing shoes and pink dancing skirt with delicate makeup began to dance to the melody.

　　 Her dancing posture is not perfect, even in the eyes of a layman like Karen, she can see immaturity and some flaws, but she dances very seriously, very seriously.

　　 This is not the real her, she is really dead;

　　 But it's the real her again, they are exactly the same again.

　　 Karen appreciates it very seriously,

　　 She is jumping very enthusiastically;

　　Time seems to have entered a kind of eternity at this time, but cruelly, eternity is often used as a short-term pavement.

finally,

　　 One song ends,

　　 Once the dance is over,

　　 She began to call her curtain call;

　　 Karen felt that he had a real dream. When he suddenly raised his head, he realized that the little girl behind the curtain call had already been very sensible and cleverly lying on the steel bed.

　　 Slightly disheveled hair, slightly dirty white shoes, and a little wrinkled dance skirt, are telling what happened just now.

　　 Karen began to applaud;

Then,

　　 He stood up,

　　 walked to the entrance of the studio,

　　 stretched out his hand,

　　 I touched the switch,

　　 hesitated,

　　 But in the end,

"Snapped."

Lights went out.