My name is Lin Bei, and I am a corpse makeup artist in a funeral home.
For three years, I have become accustomed to death being my neighbor. Until the night of the winter solstice, a phone call from Freezer No. 3 In the morgue broke my peaceful life.
On the other end of the phone, a woman's voice said: "You haven't finished painting for me yet."
From then on, the smile in the mirror no longer belongs to me, the lipstick spreads automatically on the lips that have not been touched, the soul of a hundred years ago awakens in the mirror, the woman in red under the locust tree has been waiting for fifty years, and the ashes of the centenarian are scattered under a pine tree in Purple Mountain...
On the last night shift at the funeral home, I learned three things: face death, accept farewell, and live well.
This is a journey about waiting, obsession and farewell. The dead are gone, but the living will continue to walk on.
