Chapter 411: Just because I'm very young

Naoki Nagayama felt the soft body in his arms, and for a moment he didn't know how to proceed. What was it like in his previous life?

Because he was an orphan, he spent his entire university life rushing for tuition and living expenses, and he simply didn't have time to try green feelings, and he remembered a few... in his previous life.

"I am a failure. I hardly pay attention to whether the sun is shining or not, because I have no time.

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

"I looked for many jobs, but none hired 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 pieces of bread. Hunger kept me from sleeping at night. Fortunately, I had paid a month's rent in advance, so I could continue to live in that dark basement, without having to go outside to endure the abnormally cold winter wind.

"Finally, I found a job, keeping watch at the hospital—keeping watch for the morgue.

"The hospital at night is colder than I imagined. The wall lamps in the corridor weren't lit, and it was dim everywhere; I could only rely on the little bit of light seeping out from the room 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 sent or transported for cremation. Of course, I don't have enough money to buy books yet, and currently, I don't see any hope of saving money.

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

"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 makes my body a bit weak, and my head occasionally throbs with pain.

"One day, the porter sent a new body.

"I heard from others that this was my predecessor 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 scary 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 piece of fabric."

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

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

"Looking at this predecessor, I was thinking, if I keep going like this, when 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 responsible for these things wouldn't find it troublesome and just throw them in some river or wasteland.

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

"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 to find me, but no one is willing to believe me, thinking that in such an environment and such a job, my spirit has become abnormal and I need to see a doctor..."

A male guest sitting in front of 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 pressed very flat, with a simple dark round top hat at his side.

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

And the narrator in his eyes was a young man of eighteen or nineteen, with a tall figure, slender limbs, also with short black hair and light blue eyes, but with deep features that could make people's eyes light up.

This young man looked at the empty 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 bit of mischief.

That male guest was stunned for a moment:

"What you just said was bragging?"

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

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

"Outsider, you actually believed Lu Mian's story. What he says is different every day. Yesterday he was still a loser whose engagement was broken by his fiancée because of poverty, and today he has become a morgue keeper!"

"Right, saying something about thirty years on the east side of the Selenzo River, thirty years on the right side of the Selenzo River, only knowing how to babble!" 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 young man with black hair called Lu Mian supported 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 speaking, he turned his body, spread his hands to the outsider, and smiled brightly:

"It seems she writes really well.

"Sorry, I let you misunderstand."

The man in the brown tweed jacket with an ordinary appearance was not angry; he stood up and responded with a smile:

"A very interesting story.

"How should I address you?"

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

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 next to him.

The man was twenty-seven or twenty-eight, with some powder on his yellow hair, eyes that were not very big but a color slightly deeper than lake blue, wearing a white vest, a blue fine tweed coat, and black trousers, clearly having dressed up carefully before going out.

He looked quite indifferent 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 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 only interesting.

Under the light of the tavern's gas wall lamp, this woman named Leah revealed a pretty nose and beautifully curved lips, which definitely counted as a beauty in a countryside like Cordu village.

She wore a white pleated cashmere tight dress, paired with a beige small jacket and a pair of Marsil boots. There were also two small silver bells tied to her veil and boots respectively. When she walked into the tavern just now, it was ding-a-ling all the way, 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 Bigo 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 explained for Leah:

"This surname of yours makes people afraid. I almost couldn't control my voice just now."

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

"People who have come into 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 don't know, 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 do you want?"

"A glass of '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 may lead to mental confusion and cause you to have hallucinations."

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

Lu Mian said "Oh":

"So Trier people 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 make our spirits 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 dissatisfiedly, "Outsider, I can see that you are still suspicious of the truth of that story!"

"Pierre, for 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 said." 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 light 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 full of smiles:

"Generous outsider, this kid is the one who loves pranks the most 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 go to the hospital to be a morgue keeper? Hmm, the nearest hospital to us is in Daliege at the foot of the mountain, which takes a whole afternoon to walk."

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

She tilted her head slightly, bringing out a ding-a-ling sound.

Pierre nodded:

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

"I've forgotten what my original name was." Lu Mian drank a sip of absinthe and said with a grin.

It seemed that he was not inferior or ashamed at all that his past was exposed like this. ===== CHAPTER 412 =====