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The old lady's body was carried away for cremation, and the four children also left as if they had lost their souls.

As soon as the chaos in the funeral parlor subsided, everyone surrounded Li Shixin with awe on their faces.

Especially funeral home workers.

They have seen a lot of sorting out the remains of the deceased, but the body of this person who has passed away for so many days and whose skin tissue has begun to decay can be painted as if a living person is sleeping soundly, which completely stunned them!

Several embalmers at the scene looked at Li Shixin almost fanatically.

"Mr. Li, you are so good! If I didn't know that you are an actor, I really thought you were a master who has been encoffining all your life!"

"That's right, teacher. You didn't have tens of years of skill, and hundreds of corpses wouldn't be able to do it just now! Can you teach us two moves?"

Li Shixin grinned as he saw several young people staring at him.

A bunch of useless leeks, the old man will not accept you as apprentices.

snort!

Moreover, there is actually nothing to teach about makeup. A Cai's makeup techniques are quite complicated, and she relies more on her understanding and observation. It is not a standardized thing. If it is like teaching apprentices, it will take a lot of effort.

However, thinking that there will be a lot of dramas in the funeral parlor in the future, Li Shixin didn't say anything dead: "If you have time, you can come over when there are dramas in the funeral parlor in the next few days. It's up to you whether to teach or not." Come on, it’s an exchange.”

Seeing the excitement on the faces of several encoffiners, Li Shixin quickly waved his hands: "However, the makeup skills I know are different from the remains. The technique of makeup is more about the attitude. Every person who has passed away is in a different state. As long as you don’t be fooled, treat it with awe, so that the deceased can gain dignity and family members can be comforted. In the end, what the makeup looks like is secondary . What do you say?"

Although they knew that Li Shixin was talking about two things, but when they heard these words and recalled how meticulous and respectful Li Shixin had been to the deceased just now, the embalmers nodded deeply.

"Ms. Li said yes, I have been taught!"

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Li Shixin grinned seeing several funeral home workers bowing deeply to him.

Being bowed in a funeral home...is awkward.

It feels like being hung on the wall...

Helping up a few fools, seeing that order has been restored in the funeral parlor, the crew is still watching the fun in a daze, and as the director, Zhu Hao has gone to nowhere, Li Shixin quickly asked the crew to move stand up.

I haven't finished filming the scene just now, so hurry up before lunch.

Otherwise, if An Xiao is full of snacks, the mood of this scene will not be easy to carry.

Taking advantage of the time when the crew re-set the scene, Li Shixin came in front of a group of his old fans.

A group of fans full of rainbow farts had been holding back for a long time, and when they saw Li Shixin coming, they all gathered around him;

"Shixin, what you did just now was really amazing!"

"Hey, although the old man didn't look like a person when he died, he was really beautiful when he finally left. Shixin, you have accumulated virtue today!"

"Shixin, do the veterans of the fan club get any benefits? When I die, if you can put on some makeup for me and come to Qu Suona, I can happily skip around!"

"Bouncing around is okay, sir, I'll get you another Qing Dynasty official uniform when the time comes."

"Yes, yes, yes! You can have this, grandson, what do you call it in the language of young people?"

"Arrogance!"

Seeing Liu Feng and his grandson making fun of each other again, Li Shixin chuckled, "Brother Feng, you have to live well. Try to live to be a hundred years old, and I will draw a birthday for you when you have to leave." Make-up, that’s called arrogance.”

Hearing Li Shixin's words, old man Liu Feng was so happy that his dentures fell out, "Yeah! Shixin's words are attractive! But... is birthday makeup good?"

On the side, An Xiaoxiao, who blocked her nostrils with two cotton balls, frowned.

(ˇ..ˇ)

"Grandpa Feng, look down on who! If you like Pikachu, the teacher can draw it for you!"

"Oh?" Hearing this, Mr. Liu Feng's eyes lit up like a child seeing a new toy, but after thinking about it, he waved his hands and looked at his grandson: "Grandson, the remains are made into Pikachu, right? Not too serious?"

On the side, Liu Feng's grandson grinned bitterly: "It doesn't matter if it's serious or not, it's just that the birthday coffin doesn't go well with it... the shape of a poke ball is not easy to make..."

Li Shixin and a group of old fans couldn't help but laugh when they saw this pair of live treasures making fun of each other.

In the funeral parlor, seeing a group of such happy old people who made fun of death, the eyes of the group of patients brought by Shi Agui flickered.

Facing death soon, everyone's heart is heavy, and there is inevitable fear.

But seeing Li Shixin treat the body so tenderly just now, and feeling that this group of old fans of Li Shixin are teasing and even scorning death, and taking pleasure in it, for some reason, bursts of excitement suddenly appeared in their hearts calm.

"You, hello. Dude, can I ask... You fan club, do you accept us like this?"

Just as Li Shixin was brainstorming with Mr. Liu Feng on how to do a Pokémon-themed funeral, a group of haggard-faced old people finally couldn't help but surround them.

After looking at the crowd, Wu Ming immediately waved his hands when he saw a group of old men and old ladies who looked like consumptive ghosts: "Hey, everyone... you should deal with this situation first..."

Before she could finish speaking, Li Shixin stopped her.

Seeing Shi Agui at the side implying to himself with gestures and mouth movements that these old people don't have much time, Li Shixin was delighted.

"Accept it, why don't you accept it. Xiao Wu."

"ah?"

"You register for everyone."

"Ah? Oh! The membership fee is 50, which counts as the activity fund..."

Seeing Li Shixin wink, Wu Ming took out the small notebook in his arms, and stamped his feet angrily.

Looking at a group of old patients with gastric tubes inserted in their noses, they smacked their lips with novelty and excitement.

If this group of people joined in, how many percentage points would the death rate of fans increase!

...

Outside the funeral home.

Although the Jing'an Cemetery is known as a one-stop coffin and burial, the cremation of the remains still needs to go to a cremation site designated by the government.

The old man's body had just been loaded into the hearse, and when the four children were silently about to board the car and rush to the cremation site, a young man in a director's vest grabbed the car door that had not been closed.

"Hey, I've caught up with you. Everyone, I'm the director of the movie "The Undertaker". Good luck, I have something to discuss with you."

"ah?"

Seeing the sweaty young man outside the car, the family members of the deceased in the car were taken aback: "What's the matter?"

After taking a breath, Zhu Hao recounted the situation in the funeral parlor just now, "I'm sorry, I didn't get your consent. When Mr. Li buried the old lady, I took a picture of the process. Of course, a little The body of the old man is not exposed. The effect of this paragraph is too good, I want to use this paragraph in the movie, and I want to ask for your permission."

Faced with the request for good wishes, the four sons and daughters were a little unbelievable.

"this……"

"Several, we can give you some financial compensation. And everyone, let the old man's last face...appear in the movie, maybe it is also a kind of memory for her. What do you think?"

Seeing Zhu Hao's sincere eyes, the eldest son of the old man in the car sighed after a while of silence.

"The money is free, we have made enough mistakes. Shameless... Pointing at my mother for the last trip to make money... The old man just now, we haven't had time to thank you. Take the photos and use them. I just beg you... we brothers and sisters... we are too ugly to be picked out."

Facing the old man's eldest son stumbling and murmuring as if he had lost his soul, Zhu Hao's eyes flickered slightly, and he nodded heavily.

"Don't worry, what we want is the beauty of the elderly."