Chapter 463: Love Me Again!

Yang Fengshan frowned slightly; he didn't expect Jing Yunong to be so difficult to talk to.

"How much capital can be invested in the account?"

"Less than seven hundred thousand."

Jing Yunong flipped through the notebook in front of him, and then explained: "This doesn't include the arrears for goods urged by the border."

As he spoke...

"I am a loser. I hardly ever notice whether the sun is shining or not because I have no time."

"My parents couldn't provide me with support, and my education level isn't high. I am alone in the city, searching for a future."

"I looked for many jobs, but I couldn't get hired. Perhaps no one likes someone who isn't good at speaking, doesn't like to communicate, and hasn't shown enough ability."

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"I went three whole days eating only two loaves of bread. Hunger made it impossible for me to sleep at night. Fortunately, I had paid a month's rent in advance, so I could continue living in that dark basement without having to go outside and endure the abnormally cold winter wind."

"Finally, I found a job: working the night shift at a hospital, guarding the morgue."

"The nights at the hospital were colder than I imagined. The wall lamps in the hallway weren't lit, and it was dim everywhere. I could only rely on the little bit of light seeping out from the rooms to help me see my feet."

"The smell there was very unpleasant. From time to time, the deceased would be stuffed into body bags and sent over, and we would cooperate to help move them into the morgue."

"This isn't a very good job, but at least it allows me to afford bread. The free time at night can also be used for studying; after all, no one is willing to come to the morgue unless there are bodies that need to be delivered or transported for cremation. Of course, I don't have enough money to buy books yet, and I don't see any hope of saving money at the moment."

"I have to thank my predecessor; if he hadn't suddenly resigned, I might not have been able to get even this kind of job."

"I dream of being able to rotate to the day shift. Now, I always sleep when the sun comes out and wake up after night falls, which has made my body a bit weak, and my head occasionally throbs with pain."

"One day, the porters delivered a new body."

"I heard from others that this was my former colleague who had suddenly resigned."

"I was a bit curious about him. After everyone left, I pulled out the cabinet and quietly opened the body bag."

"He was an old man, his face blue and white, covered in wrinkles, looking very frightening under the very dim light."

"He didn't have much hair, most of it was white, and all his clothes had been stripped off; not even a scrap of fabric was left for him."

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"I saw a strange mark on his chest, blue-black in color. I can't describe the specific shape; the light at the time was really too dim."

"I reached out and touched that mark; there was nothing special about it."

"Looking at this former colleague, I wondered, if I keep going like this, when I get old, will I be just like 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 responsible for these things wouldn't find it troublesome and just throw them away in some random river or wasteland."

"This will sacrifice a morning of sleep for me, but fortunately, it will be Sunday soon, so I can make up for it."

"After saying that, I fixed the body bag and pushed it back into the cabinet."

"The light in the room seemed even dimmer..."

"Since that day, every time I sleep, I always dream of a thick fog."

"I have a premonition that something will happen soon, a premonition that sooner or later something that I don't know if I can call human will come looking for me. But no one is willing to believe me; they think that in such an environment and such a job, my mind has become abnormal and I need to see a doctor..."

A male guest sitting at the bar looked at the narrator who had suddenly stopped:

"And then?"

This male guest was in his thirties, wearing a brown tweed jacket and light yellow trousers. His hair was pressed very flat, and there was a simple dark round hat beside his hand.

He looked ordinary, just like most people in the tavern: black hair, light blue eyes, neither good-looking nor ugly, lacking any obvious features.

And the narrator in his eyes was a young man of eighteen or nineteen, with a tall, straight figure and slender limbs. He also had short black hair and light blue eyes, but his features were deep and striking.

The young man looked at the empty wine glass in front of him and sighed:

"And then?

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"Then I resigned and went back to the countryside to come here and brag to you."

As he spoke, a smile appeared on his face, a smile with a hint of mischief.

The male guest was stunned for a moment:

"Was everything you just said bragging?"

"Haha." A burst of laughter erupted around the bar.

As the laughter subsided, a thin, middle-aged man looked at the slightly embarrassed guest and said:

"Outsider, you actually believed Lu Mian's story. He tells a different one every day. Yesterday, he was a loser whose engagement was broken by his fiancée because of poverty, and today he's become a morgue guard!"

"Right, talking about thirty years on the east side of the Sellenzo River, thirty years on the right side of the Sellenzo River—he only knows how to babble nonsense!" another tavern regular followed up.

They were all farmers from this large village of Cordu, wearing short jackets that were black, gray, or brown.

The black-haired young man called Lu Mian supported himself on the bar with both hands, stood up slowly, and said with a smile:

"You know, this isn't a story I made up; it was written by my sister. She loves writing stories the most and is even a columnist for the 'Novel Weekly'."

After speaking, he turned his body, spread his hands toward the outsider, and smiled brilliantly:

"It seems she writes really well.

"I'm sorry for misleading you."

The man in the brown tweed jacket with ordinary features didn't get angry; he stood up as well and responded with a smile:

"A very interesting story.

"What should I call you?"

"Isn't it common sense to introduce yourself before asking others?" Lu Mian laughed.

The guest from out of town nodded:

"My name is Ryan Cos.

"These two are my companions, Valentine and Leah."

The latter sentence referred to the man and woman sitting right next to him.

The man was twenty-seven or twenty-eight, with yellow hair dusted with powder. His eyes, which were not very large, were a shade deeper than lake blue. He wore a white vest, a blue tweed coat, and black trousers, and it was obvious he had dressed up carefully before going out.

He had a rather cold expression and didn't look much at the surrounding farmers and herdsmen.

The woman looked younger than the two men, with long light gray hair tied into a complex bun, wrapped in a white veil that served as a hat.

Her eyes were the same color as her hair, and her gaze toward Lu Mian carried undisguised amusement; she seemed to find what had just happened merely interesting.

Under the illumination of the tavern's gas wall lamps, this woman named Leah revealed a pretty nose and beautifully curved lips. In a countryside village like Cordu, she could definitely be called a beauty.

She wore a white, unpleated cashmere dress, paired with a beige jacket and a pair of Marsil boots. There were two small silver bells tied to her veil and boots respectively. When she walked into the tavern just now, she jingled all the way, which was very eye-catching and made many men stare straight at her.

In their eyes, this must be the fashionable attire only found in big cities like the provincial capital of Bigor or the capital, Trier.

Lu Mian nodded to the three outsiders:

"My name is Lu Mian Lee; you can just call me Lu Mian."

"Lee?" Leah blurted out.

"What's wrong? Is there a problem with my surname?" Lu Mian asked curiously.

Ryan Cos explained for Leah:

"This surname of yours is terrifying. I almost couldn't control my voice just now."

Seeing the surrounding farmers and herdsmen looking puzzled, he explained further:

"Anyone who has had contact with sailors or maritime merchants knows that there is a saying circulating on the Five Seas:

"I would rather encounter those pirate generals or even kings than run into someone named Frank Lee.

"That person's surname is also Lee."

"Is he very scary?" Lu Mian asked.

Ryan shook his head:

"I'm not sure, but since there is such a legend, it certainly won't be bad."

He ended the topic and said to Lu Mian:

"Thank you for your story; it's worth a drink. What would you like?"

"A 'Green Fairy'." Lu Mian was not polite at all and sat back down.

Ryan Cos frowned slightly and said:

"'Green Fairy'... Absinthe?

"I think I need to remind you that absinthe is harmful to the human body. This kind of alcohol can lead to mental confusion and cause you to have hallucinations."

"I didn't expect the fashion trend in Trier to have already spread here." Leah added with a smile.

Lu Mian said "Oh":

"So people in Trier also like to drink 'Green Fairy'...

"For us, life is already hard enough; there's no need to care about a little more harm. This kind of alcohol can allow our spirits to get greater relaxation."

"Alright." Ryan sat back in his seat and looked at the bartender, "A 'Green Fairy', and add a 'Spicy Heart' for me."

"Spicy Heart" is a famous fruit shochu.

"Why don't you get me a 'Green Fairy' too? I was the one who told you the truth just now, and I can even tell you the whole situation about this kid!" The thin, middle-aged man who first exposed Lu Mian for telling stories every day shouted with dissatisfaction, "Outsider, I can tell that you still have doubts about whether that story is true or false!"

"Pierre, you really can do anything for a free drink!" Lu Mian responded loudly.

Before Ryan could make a decision, Lu Mian added:

"Why can't I tell it myself? That way I can drink another 'Green Fairy'."

"Because you don't know whether they should believe the situation you're talking about." The middle-aged man named Pierre laughed triumphantly, "The story your sister loves to tell children the most is 'The Boy Who Cried Wolf'. People who always lie will inevitably lose their credibility."

"Alright." Lu Mian shrugged his shoulders and watched the bartender push a glass of pale green liquid in front of him.

Ryan looked at him and asked:

"Is it okay?"

"No problem, as long as your wallet is enough to pay for these drinks." Lu Mian didn't care at all.

"Then another 'Green Fairy'." Ryan nodded.

Pierre was suddenly full of smiles:

"Generous outsider, this kid is the biggest prankster in the village. You must stay away from him.

"Five years ago, he was brought back to the village by his sister Aurore and has never left since. Think about it, before that, he was only thirteen years old. How could he possibly go to a hospital to be a morgue guard? Hmm, the nearest hospital to us is in Daliege at the foot of the mountain, which takes a whole afternoon to walk to."

"Brought back to the village?" Leah asked keenly.

She tilted her head slightly, bringing out a jingling sound.

Pierre nodded:

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"Then, he followed Aurore and took the surname 'Lee', and even the name 'Lu Mian' was chosen by Aurore."

"I've forgotten what I was originally called." Lu Mian took a sip of absinthe and said with a grin.

It seemed that he was not at all inferior or ashamed that his past was exposed like this.