"Yo! Xiao Han, come out and get some fresh air! Come, have a cigarette with Brother Li."
At the other end of the corridor, Brother Li, the security guard on duty, saw Zuo Xiaohan. His eyes lit up and he came over enthusiastically.
Zuo Xiaohan waved her hand and pointed to the bathroom at the end of the corridor." I just came out to use the bathroom."”
He remembered that there was a clear rule in the work manual that the corpse keeper was not allowed to leave the morgue during work hours.
Brother Li saw through Zuo Xiaohan's vigilance and caution at a glance. He stuffed the cigarette into his hand and replied indifferently,"What are you afraid of? If I don't say it, and you don't say it, who knows?”
"Besides, working in this godforsaken place is very stressful. What's the point of smoking to relieve boredom? Old Qin was still drinking in the morgue when he was on night shift?”
Zuo Xiaohan's attention was indeed attracted by this sentence.
He opened his mouth and asked in confusion,"You can still drink in the morgue?"”
He remembered that the zombie keeper's work manual clearly stated that drinking was not allowed during work.
Brother Li smiled smugly.
Zuo Xiaohan's ignorant expression made him feel very comfortable. He instantly felt that his importance had been highlighted.
Doesn't Manager Wang always educate us?
The old brought the new, allowing the funeral parlor's Spark to be passed down.
I'm also thinking about work.
What's the big deal about smoking a cigarette and getting fired?
"Drinking is nothing. Old Zhou was still listening to opera in the morgue?”
Brother Li was even more pleased and revealed another piece of shocking news.
Finally, he added," But Old Zhou is more particular about his work. He usually wears headphones when he listens to opera. I can see it clearly from the monitoring room. It's just that we won't tell anyone.”
After saying that, he poked Zuo Xiaohan's shoulder, winked at him, and forcefully lit the cigarette in his hand.
As a poor boy from Qidian Orphanage, Zuo Xiaohan never smoked in school. Of course, he didn't dislike smoking.
It was just that he didn't have money.
Brother Li took the initiative to light up his cigarette for him and gave him two more pieces of shocking news. If Zuo Xiaohan insisted on not taking a puff, then he would be somewhat ignorant.
He simply didn't know how to behave.
Of course, Zuo Xiaohan would not make such a low-level mistake.
At this moment, his heart was in a mess and he was under a lot of pressure.
He took a puff to relieve his stress.
He remembered reading a joke on the internet in his previous life. It said that most boys didn't need to learn how to smoke, fight, and play. They would do it naturally.
He inhaled curiously and quickly spat it out. He felt a burning sensation in his mouth and something seemed to be stuck in his throat. He could not help but cough.
Brother Li, the old driver, only took a glance and could tell that Zuo Xiaohan was a rookie. He immediately shouted exaggeratedly,"Xiao Han, it can't be. You don't even know how to smoke?”
"That's true. You're all university students and future geniuses, unlike us. We're at the end of our lives.”
Brother Li took a deep puff of the cigarette and opened his mouth slightly. The smoke came out of his mouth and was inhaled into his nostrils. Finally, he let out a carefree grunt and a white mist came out of his nostrils.
He flicked his cigarette ash on the ground in a practiced manner, and a trace of loneliness appeared in his eyes.
Zuo Xiaohan did not know how to comfort him.
Should she tell him that the university would recruit more students in two years? By then, there would be university students crawling all over the place, undergraduate students as numerous as dogs, and junior college students trembling in fear?
The so-called 'God's favored son' would never be Zuo Xiaohan, a junior college student.
Brother Li was now in his thirties and was middle-aged. The relationship between husband and wife gradually became dull. Instead, there were more and more trivial conflicts and friction in life.
Children's school fees, parents 'hospitalization fees, and monthly mortgage money were all debt collectors.
It was difficult to be a man!
Especially a middle-aged man who had a family.
Although the security guards in the funeral parlor were paid well, it was not difficult to do this. He did not have any strong connections or backers. Other than idling around day by day, he also lacked a sense of security.
If the small fry at the bottom wanted to survive, they would have to form cliques to keep themselves warm.
That was why he took the initiative to show his goodwill to Zuo Xiaohan, who had just come to the unit for an internship. At the same time, he was also actively putting on a show for Wang Fugui. The latter was their immediate superior, and Zuo Xiaohan was specially hired by his immediate superior.
Of course, he had to help out.
"Brother Li, you're already married, right? How old is the child?"
"The older one is in third grade and is a little girl. The younger one is also about to enter kindergarten and is a naughty boy.”
"Brother Li is so lucky to have both children.”
"Lucky my ass. When you reach my age, you will wake up every day and start counting how many notes you will spend today.”
The two of them stood in the corridor outside the morgue and chatted.
In less than two minutes, Brother Li's cigarette had reached the butt of the cigarette. Zuo Xiaohan's cigarette seemed to have just been lit, and there was still more than half left.
Brother Li took out a red plum cigarette from his pocket and was about to light another one. Zuo Xiaohan advised him repeatedly,"Brother Li, take a break. It's not good for your body to smoke too much.”
"I'll listen to you. I'll come over to smoke and chat with you in the afternoon. Just don't think that Brother Li's cigarettes are of low quality.”
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