I tapped the table lightly twice, "Did the client arrive?"

"He's here!" Old Liu pointed at the door, "He's already in the reception room on the first floor. I didn't dare let him come up before you and Ye Yang had discussed it."

I nodded slightly, "Let him come up!"

After a while, Old Liu brought up a handsome young man. He spoke somewhat shyly, but I could tell from his build that he was a martial artist.

I gestured for him to sit down, and Yun裳, who had come in from outside, poured him some tea.

The moment Yun裳 handed him the tea, the man's eyes were fixed on Yun裳's face and he couldn't look away.

Yun裳 didn't even glance at him as she retreated to the side. As the man's eyes followed Yun裳's movements, I cleared my throat and said, "You must be Zhang Fang?"

The other party then came back to his senses, smiling apologetically, "Yes, I am Zhang Fang."

I responded, "Tell me, what trouble have you encountered?"

Zhang Fang was silent for a moment before saying, "My trouble is because I looked in a mirror."

I merely frowned slightly, and Zhang Fang continued, "This matter has to start with the strange rules in my family. Let me tell you slowly!"

Zhang Fang organized his thoughts before speaking slowly and deliberately:

From childhood to adulthood, the two words I heard the most were: Industry Rules.

My dad said: "There are three hundred and sixty professions, and every profession has its rules. Those in the funeral industry cannot have mirrors in their homes."

My family not only never buys mirrors, but even the water tank is covered with a black cloth. From a young age, my dad wouldn't let me go near the river, and I could only wash my face with running water. In short, I was not allowed to go to or look at any place where I could see my reflection.

At first, I thought every family in the funeral industry was like this, but later I found out that this rule seemed to be made only for me.

My family is the last one on Funeral Street, and other people's shops all have mirrors hanging. Only my family doesn't.

My second uncle and my dad aren't that they don't look in mirrors, they just go to other people's houses to look, and then come back.

On Fengshui Street, it seems everyone knows my family's rule. No matter whose house I go to visit, they hide the mirrors first, and even take down the Bagua mirrors above the door frames.

Later, I finally couldn't help it and asked my dad: Why can't I look in the mirror?

At that time, I was also older. Even if my dad really wanted to keep an eye on me, he couldn't keep me under his thumb. Could he follow me to school? There were plenty of girls with small mirrors in school, how could I not find a mirror?

My dad thought for a long time: "You can't look in the mirror before you're twenty-one. After twenty-one, you can smash the mirror if you want, I won't care."

Now I was even more curious and wanted to find a mirror to try it out!

When my dad was so angry that he was about to explode, my second uncle walked in from outside and said to me, "Come, come, let me show you a mirror!"

My second uncle was really holding a mirror in his hand. I was so happy that I didn't care whether my dad stopped me or not, and snatched the mirror from my second uncle's hand and looked into it.

Not only did the mirror not reflect my face, but there was only a white mist. The more I looked at the mirror, the more I felt like the surface was sinking inward, as if it could trap me too.

At that time, I didn't know what was wrong, I wanted to throw the mirror away, but I couldn't throw it away no matter what.

When I was so scared that I was about to cry, my second uncle raised his hand and slapped the mirror to the ground.

The mirror shattered into pieces, and I was so scared that I sat on the ground and cried. My dad hugged me and coaxed me for a long time before I calmed down. But I developed a high fever that night.

According to the old folks, if a child is frightened, someone should hold his clothes and call back his soul. If the soul is called back, the illness will be cured.

My second uncle and my dad not only didn't call back my soul, but they didn't even give me any medicine.

When I was delirious with fever, I seemed to hear my dad say: "Second Uncle, will it work to scare Zhang Fang like this?"

My second uncle sighed, "Children are very curious. If you don't scare him, he will look in the mirror sooner or later. Can we watch him all day long?"

"Let's wait! When he turns twenty-one, I'll find a way to undo it for him."

I heard clearly what my second uncle and my dad said that night. But after I recovered from my illness, I really didn't dare to look in the mirror anymore. I would shiver when I looked at a mirror from a distance.

When I was in school, I was the only one in the whole school who walked along the edge of the door when entering the school, because only by sticking to the edge of the door could I avoid the full-length mirror in the hall.

Later, I broke up with my first love because I didn't dare to look in the mirror.

Zhang Fang stopped here, "Do you think I'm talking too far? Actually, my trouble has something to do with my family's rules and my first love."

I made a gesture, "Continue."

Zhang Fang specially said, "Actually, I broke up with my first love many years ago."

Zhang Fang was saying this to Yun裳. When he spoke, his eyes specifically glanced towards Yun裳. Seeing that Yun裳 didn't have any special reaction, he continued:

My first love was called Dai Xuelin.

When I was in high school, I secretly dated Xuelin for two years. We had originally agreed to apply to the same university. But the bad thing was that she asked me to go with her to take photo stickers.