Coffin Bearer

——My funeral shop is located next to the monster office I, Lin Yan, am a post-80s generation who runs a shroud shop deep in a hutong. I majored in funerals in college. After graduation, I returned to my hometown to inherit my ancestral business - a "Fu Shou Zhai" that was about to close down. They say this business is unlucky, but I enjoy the peace and quiet. Until a "Qiwen Folk Culture Research Center" moved next door. They are closed during the day and open at night. The employees are all overly good-looking, and they always have the faint scent of sandalwood and... An inhuman aura. Until late that night, a man with a wet face and a strange face walked into my store: "Boss, order a coffin. I want a locust wood coffin with a special size - for my unmarried wife." The deposit he handed over was a few wet, shining scales. And in the notepad left by my grandfather who had been missing for many years, there was a yellowed photo. The groom in the photo is wearing a wedding dress from the late Qing Dynasty, and he has the same face in front of him. The small regular script next to it reads: "In the year of Guiwei, Mr. Jiao betrothed a wife. The contract has been completed and payment is to be made." Calculating the year, Guiwei year... That was 1883. This debt has been owed for one hundred and twenty years.