Chapter 468: Are You Teaching Me How to Do Things?

Li Xuewu stood on the stone steps under the veranda of the main room, looking at Ding Wanqiu, who was smiling and saying goodbye to him, feeling helpless.

Who wouldn't want to be a quiet and handsome man? But if fortune isn't a disaster, it's fortune that cannot be avoided.

What should be his, he cannot avoid even if he wants to.

Li Xuewu really didn't...

"I am a failure. I almost never notice whether the sun is shining or not, because I have no time."

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

"I looked for many jobs, but none would hire me. 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 to endure the abnormally cold winter wind."

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

"The hospital at night was even colder than I imagined. The wall lamps in the corridor weren't lit, and everywhere was dim; 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 wasn't a very good job, but at least it allowed me to afford bread. The free time at night could 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 didn't have enough money to buy books yet, and currently, I see no hope of saving money."

"I have to thank my former colleague. If it weren't for his sudden resignation, I might not have even been able to get a job like this."

"I dreamed 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 movers brought 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 leaving him a scrap of fabric."

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

"I reached out and touched that mark, but there was nothing special."

"Looking at this former colleague, I was thinking, if I keep going like this, when I get old, will I end up 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 him in some random river or wasteland."

"This would sacrifice a morning of my sleep, but fortunately, it's Sunday soon, so I can make it up."

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

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

"After 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 it can be called 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 storyteller who had suddenly stopped:

"And then?"

This male guest was in his thirties, wearing a brown tweed jacket and light yellow trousers, his hair pressed very flat, with a simple dark round hat by 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 storyteller in his eyes was a young man of eighteen or nineteen, with a tall, straight figure and long limbs, also with short black hair and light blue eyes, but with deep facial features that could make one's eyes light up.

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

"And then?"

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"Then I resigned and returned to the countryside, coming here to brag to you."

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

That male guest was stunned for a moment:

"Was what you just told bragging?"

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

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

"Outsider, you actually believe Lu Mian's stories? What he tells every day is different. Yesterday he was a poor wretch whose engagement was broken off by his fiancée, and today he's become a morgue guard!"

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

They were all farmers from Kordu, a large village, wearing short jackets that were black, gray, or brown.

The black-haired young man called Lu Mian propped himself up 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 all written by my sister. She loves writing stories the most and is even a columnist for some 'Novel Weekly'."

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

"It seems she writes really well."

"Sorry, I let you misunderstand."

That man in the brown tweed jacket with the ordinary appearance 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.

That 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 a bit of powder on his yellow hair, eyes that weren't very large but had a color a bit deeper than lake blue, wearing a white vest, a blue fine-wool coat, and black trousers; he had clearly 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, her light gray hair tied into a complex bun, wrapped in a white veil serving 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, which would definitely be considered a beauty in a countryside place like Kordu village.

She wore a white, unpleated cashmere tight-fitting dress, paired with a beige small coat and a pair of Masil long boots. There were also 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, making 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 call me Lu Mian directly."

"Lee?" Leah blurted out.

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

Ryan Cos helped Leah explain:

"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:

"Those who have had contact with sailors and sea merchants all know that there is such a saying circulating on the Five Seas:"

"I would rather encounter those pirate generals or even kings than run into a person 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 this topic and said to Lu Mian:

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

"A glass of 'Green Fairy'." Lu Mian wasn't 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 of Trier to have already spread here." Leah, who was beside him, 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 glass of 'Green Fairy', and add a glass of 'Spicy Heart' for me."

"Spicy Heart" is a famous fruit shochu.

"Why don't you give me a glass of 'Green Fairy' too? I was the one who told you the truth just now, and I can tell you the situation of this kid from beginning to end!" 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, for the sake of a free drink, you really can do anything!" Lu Mian responded loudly.

Without waiting for Ryan to make a decision, Lu Mian added:

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

"Because they don't know whether to believe the situation you're talking about." The middle-aged man named Pierre said with a triumphant smile, "The story your sister loves to tell children 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 for his opinion:

"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 glass of 'Green Fairy'." Ryan nodded.

Pierre was suddenly all 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; how could he possibly go to a hospital to be a morgue guard? Hmm, the nearest hospital to us is in Daliezh 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, producing 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 drank a mouthful of absinthe and said with a grin.

It seemed that he was not at all inferior or ashamed that his past was being exposed like this. ===== CHAPTER 469 =====