Fifteen-year-old third grader cannot be admitted

  But before that, I need to prepare some decent clothes to meet people, can't always dress sloppily.

  That night when I got home, I rummaged through all the clothes that were presentable, after all, it was a high-end venue, and if I dressed poorly, it would be embarrassing for myself.

  Uncle hung a cigarette, dared not to smoke but gnawed for psychological comfort, smoked for most of his life and didn't smoke smelling the scent of tobacco while sleeping was also fragrant. "I said, girl, what are you doing? You've taken out all the clothes you wear during holidays, and now it's already early summer."

  It wasn't until someone reminded me that I suddenly realized I had taken out all my winter clothes. After putting the winter clothes back in order and storing them away, when I looked at the remaining clothes on the bed, they were still ordinary.

  Ming Yan sat on the edge of the bed, watching me toss and turn repeatedly, with a disapproving look on his face. I let out a sigh and slumped my head to sit beside him.

  The flames of hell that cannot be extinguished asked me: "What are you doing? Isn't it just meeting someone? Why bother rummaging through the clothes and folding them out?"

  "Oh dear, you don't understand, girls always need to save face, especially in a high-end place like that." I replied casually.

  My uncle put a cigarette behind his ear and crouched down like a little kid, curiously examining me with an air of scrutiny that made my hair stand on end.

  "What's wrong, why are you staring at me like that?"

  "Girl, who are you referring to? Besides me and you, is there anyone else in this room?" Uncle looked around like a fool, but actually couldn't see anything, yet was still scared enough that Ming Yan stood up and hid by the door.

  I bit my finger and smiled wryly, explaining: "Don't look at me like that, I made a slip of the tongue. Tomorrow, I'm taking a leave with our director to meet someone at a Western restaurant, so I don't want to dress too shabbily."

  "Huh? Western restaurant, got a boyfriend?" My uncle perked up and sat down beside me, his eyes shining brightly as he stared at me.

  I'm at a loss for words, how can he think that way? Ever since I started working at the funeral home, my emotional life has been stagnant. Every time I talk to someone, they hear what I do and immediately turn pale like they've seen a ghost, and run away as if they've seen a monster.

  They are all knowledgeable but lack courage.

  I shook my head and said to him: "Not a boyfriend, but a middle-aged man."

  "Come on, girl, we can't just go and be a mistress, can we?"

  "Hmph, cough, cough..."

  Uncle's one sentence, the killing power is really strong, I just drank a mouthful of Coke and it all came out, choking me to roll my eyes. Angry that nothing can be said, uncomfortable squatting on the ground crying. Trembling to stretch out fist, coughing endlessly.

  My uncle seemed to understand my reaction, and with an apologetic expression, he handed me a tissue and patted my back repeatedly. I had complaints, but couldn't say anything.

  Finally, she pushed him away and thought about how to match up with him, and promised him that even if she couldn't get married in this life, she would never be a third party.

  The uncle was relieved and didn't know what he was thinking about. He reminded him a few more times before sulking back to his room.

  Shut the door, only I and Ming Yan were left. He's a ghost who doesn't know what it means to be tired, but I'm human, and I really feel exhausted. I lay on the bed, covering my head with a pillow, and venting my anger from underneath.

  I was baffled, how could Uncle think that way. I'm a young girl in my twenties, with a proper job, and although I may not be as beautiful as a star, I'm at least passably good-looking, am I really so lacking in ambition?

  Waking up with a headache, I got out of bed and hugged the pillow, staring at the clothes on the bed. I simply didn't want to think about it. Whatever I wore every day was fine anyway.

  Unintentionally looking up, I found that Ming Yan was also sneaking a smile. Under my sharp gaze, he finally behaved himself. He walked over to help me pick up the clothes that had fallen on the ground, sat down on the bed and seriously pulled out a pair of casual pants, a black and white long-sleeved T-shirt, and a light red short-sleeved jacket from inside, and handed them all to me together.

  "Attending such occasions doesn't necessarily require being high-end and luxurious; a simple and elegant style is also great, fresh and natural."

  I took the clothes he helped me pick out, and after matching them up, they really looked great, fresh and lively, with a natural and elegant look. I didn't expect this guy to have such skills, truly having an eye for it.

  She gave him a thumbs up and praised: "I didn't expect you to be good at matching clothes, it's amazing, ordinary clothes can also make you create a new style."

  Ming Yan smiled faintly, "That's because my previous master was also a person who valued appearances. I followed him around and learned from his habits. Although he said that clothes need to be matched to look good, I think it's not necessary to go for the best or deliberately match them. As long as the clothes are clean and tidy, and worn neatly, that's what matters most."

  It makes sense, I tilted my head and looked at him with some sympathy, "I really want to know what kind of environment you lived in before your death, what kind of environment did you have over 500 years ago."

  He looked at me with a slightly dazed expression, then suddenly smiled and teased me: "Although I don't know what kind of environment it is, but I can be sure that I will absolutely not be someone's third wheel."

  "…Go die again!"