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Mortician Chen Mo
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The first time I met Luo Xiaoye was two years ago on a winter day.
At that time, I had just graduated from university and, despite my family's objections, I had come to work at a funeral home as Mortician Chen Mo.
As a mortician, my job was to apply makeup to the deceased, ensuring they could leave this world looking beautiful.
My parents could not understand this choice; it even escalated to the point where they threatened to sever ties with me.
My name is Chen Mo, and I graduated from Fudan University.
I enjoy a simple life, drinking plain water, wearing white shirts, and wandering alone in the library of my school.
My life lacked direction, always following my parents' wishes. So this time, I wanted to choose the life I desired.
I wanted to become Mortician Chen Mo. I didn’t care what others thought of me. Of course, I had never shared this thought with anyone, not even my closest friends.
So I could understand my parents' reaction when they learned of my decision; they simply needed time to accept it. After a falling out with my family, I rented a fifty-square-meter apartment near my workplace—a one-bedroom unit.
I enjoyed living alone; no one could dictate how I should live my life. I could finally live the way I wanted.
“Hello, I’m the new hire. Please take care of me.” To this day, I still remember that was the first thing I said to Luo Xiaoye.
She didn’t respond verbally but merely nodded slightly, her expression still cold. I was certain she was a unique girl; it was an instinctive feeling. She truly was a beautiful girl, with thick hair that shone jet black.
Those blue eyes possessed a captivating power, yet they were as clear as water. Her skin was as white as snow, and her nose was straight and elegant. From a distance, she resembled a delicate porcelain doll.
She never initiated conversations with others, always maintaining an air of indifference. The people at the funeral home didn't particularly like her, calling her arrogant. It was only later that I learned her name was Luo Xiaoye, a graduate of the University of Pennsylvania School of Nursing.
Her grandmother was French, which explained her quarter Caucasian heritage and such striking beauty.
The information I gathered about her from colleagues was limited to this.
No one knew about her past, and she never revealed anything about herself; she was a girl who radiated an aura of mystery.
According to our customs, the preparation of the deceased should ideally not extend past the afternoon.
Thus, we usually finished work by three in the afternoon to attend to our own matters.
Of course, there were exceptions.
During my internship, Luo Xiaoye was responsible for guiding me. She instructed me to put on a white coat that wrapped my body completely.
After donning a mask and a pair of coarse cotton gloves, I layered disposable plastic gloves over them. Once I was fully dressed, I followed Luo Xiaoye into a room with its door wide open.
A sign hung on the door—Cold Storage.
I had many questions and was filled with curiosity about everything here.
Luo Xiaoye always explained everything to me in the simplest terms, and I couldn't understand why she was so taciturn.
While she was busy preparing the bodies, I couldn't help but ask her, "As a girl, why did you choose to become a Mortician Chen Mo? With your education, finding a job that pays over ten thousand a month shouldn't be too difficult."
Luo Xiaoye replied, "Then why are you here? Can't you find a job outside?"
"I want to give them a proper send-off," I said.
A faint cold smile crossed Luo Xiaoye's lips. "I simply like dead people, that's all. Because the living are far too dangerous."
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