Introduction:
My mother-in-law was a midwife, and when I grew up, I inherited her profession and became a male wife. My work is not limited to delivering babies to the living, but sometimes requires special treatment of female corpses. Whenever I'm done with these tasks, I can't help but want to keep track of the time, usually at 12 noon and 7 or 9 p.m. On a special mission, I was asked to dispose of a female corpse with a special status. This not only tested my skills, but also gave me a deeper understanding of life and death. In order to do my job better, I started to adjust my routine to make sure I was able to perform at my best during these specific times. Over time, my work gradually attracted the attention and curiosity of those around me. People began to speculate and talk about me, and some even thought that I was the embodiment of some mysterious power. In the face of all this, I chose to suffer in silence and continue to focus on my work. Through each experience, I not only learned how to better cope with various challenges, but also gradually found my place in the world. And those special moments – 12 noon, 7 pm and 9 pm – became my unique way of communicating with the world.
