"I'm a loser, and I hardly pay much attention to whether the sun is shining or not because I don't have time.
"My parents couldn't support me, I didn't have a high level of education, and I was alone in the city looking for a future.
"I have found many jobs, but I have not been hired, probably no one likes someone who is not good at talking, not communicating, and not showing enough ability.
"I ate only two loaves of bread for three whole days, and hunger kept me awake at night, but fortunately, I paid a month's rent in advance and was able to continue living in that dark basement without having to go outside to endure the unusually cold winds of winter.
"Finally, I got a job keeping vigil in the hospital and keeping vigil for the morgue.
"The night in the hospital was colder than I expected, the wall lights in the corridor were not lit, and it was dim everywhere, so I could only see under my feet by the little light that seeped out of the room.
"The smell there is terrible, and from time to time the dead are stuffed in body bags, and we cooperate to help him move into the morgue.
"It's not a good job, but at least it allows me to afford bread, and my free time at night can be used to study, after all, no one wants to come to the morgue, unless there are bodies that need to be sent or transported for incineration, and of course, I don't have enough money to buy books, and I don't see any hope of saving money at the moment.
"I have to thank my former colleague, if it weren't for his sudden departure, I might not have even been able to get such a job.
"I dream of taking turns taking charges during the day, and now I always go to bed when the sun comes out and get up when night comes, which makes my body a little weak and my head throbs occasionally.
"One day, the porters brought in a new body.
"Listen to others, this is my former colleague who suddenly left.
"I was a little curious about him, and after everyone left, I pulled out the cabinet and quietly opened the body bag.
"He's an old man with a blue and white face with wrinkles all over the place, and he looks scary in very dim lighting.
"He didn't have much hair, most of it was white, all his clothes were taken off, and he didn't even have a piece of fabric left.
"For this kind of deceased person who has no family, the movers will definitely not miss the opportunity to make an extra money.
"I saw a strange mark on his chest, blue-black, I can't describe the exact appearance, the light was too dim at that time.
"I reached out and touched the mark, nothing special.
"Looking at this former colleague, I was wondering, if I keep doing this and wait until I get old, will I be the same as him......
"I told him that tomorrow I would accompany him to the crematorium and personally take his ashes to the nearest free cemetery, so that those in charge of these things would not find it troublesome and find a wasteland in the river and throw it away.
"It will sacrifice me a morning of sleep, but fortunately, it's Sunday soon, so I can make up for it.
"After saying that, I made the body bag and stuffed it back into the cabinet.
"The lights in the room seem to be dimer......
"After that day, every time I went to bed, I would always dream of a fog.
"I have a premonition that something will happen soon, and I have a premonition that sooner or later something that I don't know if I can call it a human will come to me, but no one wants to believe me, thinking that I am in that environment and that kind of work, my spirit has become abnormal, and I need to see a doctor......"
A male customer sitting at the counter looked at the narrator who suddenly stopped:
"And then?"
The male customer was in his thirties, wearing a brown duffle top and light yellow trousers, with flat hair and a humble dark bowler hat at hand.
He looked ordinary, like most people in the tavern, with black hair and light blue eyes, not good-looking, not ugly, and lacking obvious features.
And the narrator in his eyes is a young man of eighteen or nineteen years old, tall and slender, also with short black hair, light blue eyes and eyes, but his facial features are profound, which can make people's eyes shine.
The young man looked at the empty wine glass in front of him and sighed:
"And then?
"Then I will quit my job and go back to the countryside and come here to brag to you."
As he spoke, a smile appeared on his face, with a slightly narrow smile.
The male guest was stunned for a moment:
"What you just said is bragging?"
"Haha." Laughter erupted around the counter.
The laughter paused slightly, and a thin middle-aged man looked at the slightly embarrassed guest and said:
"Foreigner, you actually believe Lumian's story, he tells different things every day, yesterday he was still an unlucky guy who was broken off by his fiancée because of poverty, and today he became a corpse keeper!"
"Yes, what do you say about being on the east side of the Serenzo River for thirty years and on the right side of the Serenzo River for thirty years, I only know nonsense!" Another tavern regulars followed.
They were all farmers from the large village of Kordu, wearing black or gray or brown boleros.
The black-haired young man named Lumian supported the bar with both hands, stood up slowly, and said with a smile:
"You know, this is not a story I made, it was written by my sister, she likes to write stories the most, and she is a columnist for Novel Weekly."
After saying that, he turned sideways, spread his hand at the foreign guest, and said with a bright smile:
"It seems like she wrote really well.
"I'm sorry for misunderstanding you."
The man wearing a brown duffle top and an ordinary appearance was not angry, stood up and responded with a smile:
"Very interesting story.
"What do you call it?"
"Isn't it common sense to introduce yourself before asking others?" Lumian smiled.
The guest from the countryside nodded:
"My name is Ryan. Kos.
"These two are my companions Valentine and Lia."
The latter sentence refers to a man and a woman sitting next to him.
The man was twenty-seven or eight years old, with a little powder on his yellow hair, not big eyes with a darker color than lake blue, wearing a white vest, a blue tweed jacket and black trousers, and obviously dressed up carefully before going out.
He looked quite indifferent and didn't pay much attention to the farmers and herdsmen around him.
The woman looked younger than the two men, with long light gray hair tied in a complex bun and a white veil wrapped in a hat.
Her eyes were the same color as her hair, and she looked at Lumian with an undisguised smile, seemingly only amused by what had just happened.
Under the light of the gas wall lamp of the tavern, this woman named Leah showed off her pretty nose and beautifully curved lips, which was definitely a beauty in a country like Kordu Village.
She was wearing a white pleated cashmere tight skirt, with an off-white jacket and a pair of Marsil boots, and two small silver bells were tied to the veil and boots.
In their eyes, this has to be the fashion dress that can only be found in big cities like the provincial capital Bigor and the capital Trier.
Lumian nodded to the three foreigners:
"My name is Lumian. Li, you can call me Lumian directly."
"Li?" Leah blurted out.
"What's wrong, is there anything wrong with my last name?" Lumian asked curiously.
Ryan Ron. Kos explained to Lia:
"Your surname is frightening, I almost couldn't control my voice just now."
Seeing the puzzled faces of the surrounding farmers and herdsmen, he further explained:
"Anyone who has been in contact with sailors and maritime merchants knows that there is such a saying circulating on the five seas:
"I'd rather encounter those pirate generals and even kings than meet a man named Frank. Li's people.
"That person's surname is also Li."
"Is he scary?" Lumian asked.
Ryan shook his head:
"I don't know, but since there is such a legend, it will definitely not be bad."
He interrupted the topic and said to Lumian:
"Thank you for your story, it's worth a glass of wine, what do you want?"
"A cup of 'Green Fairy'." Lumian was not polite at all and sat down again.
Ryan Ron. Kos frowned slightly and said:
"'Green Fairy'...... Vermouth?
"I think I need to remind you that absinthe is harmful to the human body, and this alcohol may cause insanity and cause you to hallucinate."
"I didn't expect Trier's popularity to spread here." Liya next to her added with a smile.
Lumian said "Oh":
"It turns out that Trier people also like to drink 'Green Fairy'......
"For us, life is hard enough, there is no need to care about a little more harm, this kind of wine can make our spirits more relaxed."
"Okay." Ryan sat back in his seat and looked at the bartender, "A glass of 'Green Fairy', add me another glass of 'Spicy Heart'."
"Spicy heart" is a famous fruit shochu.
"Why don't you give me a glass of 'Green Fairy' too? I told you the truth just now, and I can still tell you the whole story!" The first thin middle-aged man who exposed Lumian's daily storytelling shouted dissatisfiedly, "Foreigner, I can see that you still have doubts about the truth of that story!"
"Pierre, you can really do anything for a free drink!" Lumian responded loudly.
Without waiting for Ryan to make a decision, Lumian added:
"Why can't I say it myself, then I can drink an extra cup of 'Green Fairy'?"
"Because they don't know whether to believe what you said." A middle-aged man named Pierre smiled proudly, "Your sister's favorite story to tell children is 'The wolf is coming', and those who always lie will inevitably lose their credibility."
"Okay." Lumian shrugged his shoulders and watched as the bartender pushed a glass of pale green wine in front of him.
Ryan looked at him and asked:
"Is that okay?"
"No problem, as long as your wallet is enough to pay for these wines." Lumian didn't care.
"Then another cup of 'Green Fairy'." Ryan nodded.
Pierre suddenly smiled:
"Generous foreigner, this kid is the most prankster in the village, you must stay away from him.
"Five years ago, he was taken back to the village by his sister Aurore and never left, you think, before that, he was only thirteen years old, how could he go to the hospital to be a corpse keeper? Well, the nearest hospital to us is in Dariège at the foot of the mountain, and it will take a whole afternoon to walk."
"Take it back to the village?" Lia asked keenly.
She tilted her head slightly, bringing out a jingling sound.
Pierre nodded:
"Aurore moved in six years ago, and after a year, she went out and brought back this kid, saying that he had picked it up on the road, that he was a homeless child, and that he was about to starve to death, and planned to adopt him.
"Then, he followed Aurore's surname 'Li', and even the name 'Lumian' was chosen by Aurore."
"I forgot what it was originally called." Lumian took a sip of absinthe and said with a smile.
It seems that he is not inferior or ashamed at all that his past has been shaken off like this.
ps: Today is Xiao Ke's birthday, I hope he can like this gift, lol.
(End of this chapter)