My name is Fan Linyuan. I have been a laborer for twenty-five years. I have no car or house. My father ran away when I was seven years old. My mother raised my sister and me alone. At 4:44 in the morning that day, I was woken up by a strange sound. I went out and yelled, and then
They said that I was a new generation of guides, and my job was to help those who died in vain realize their dreams.
Others burn paper money at their funerals, but I burn Yangshou at my funeral. When the wooden fish sounds, the mission begins; when the token comes out, life appears; when the copper chime strikes, the dream begins. Want to travel through time and become President Ba? Arrange. Want to be reborn as an immortal? Arrange. Want to go back in time and become the richest man? Arrange. I will make up the most decent dream for them, so that they can live out their yangshou in the dream, let go of their obsessions, and then leave with dignity.
I thought this was the daily life of a serious and well-established civil servant in the underworld. As a result, the guardian told me that the souls of the forty-seventh generation of my ancestors were hung in a well, and my father also entered that well. Now I am missing.
This is a thousand-year-old Chinese funeral. What is buried is the obsession of the dead in vain, what is buried is the life span of the guide, and what is buried is the road that my father has not looked back for eighteen years. I thought I wanted to bury this funeral back to save my mother, my sister, my lover, and everyone, including myself. Then he killed my father, but is that really what happened...
