Chapter 13

The boss smiled and didn't feel irritated at all. He just thought it was fun.

A person's temperament and aura are often more credible than his words.

"Hiss..."

The crisp sound, with a little length, was like a snake shedding its skin. He began to tear off his skin.

At the same time, the boss's body frame is slowly shrinking, and his physique is slowly thinning down, like a balloon breaking a small hole, slowly deflating.

Zhou Ze now finally understands why the bowl of noodles is so rotten. It really takes some time for the "transformation" of the other side.

Wearing the boss's clothes and apron, but the other side's face turned into a slightly green youth.

Young people smile at the corners of their mouths, and are obsequious, especially the radians extended from the corners of their eyes, which seem to tickle the hearts of men and women around them, appropriately and properly.

A man, to use the word "Mei", is somewhat contrary, but some men, indeed, are born to be obsequious, such as the ancient emperors, there are countless people who like men's style, the reason is that some men, more like women than women.

"Do I look good?"

The youth asked Zhou Ze.

Zhou Ze felt the nausea that he had just suppressed after eating noodles hit again. He waved a little apologetically, then covered his chest and made a gesture that I couldn't vomit.

Who knows dish Chinese food, grain is all laborious!

Zhou Ze knows how to cherish the food, especially the food that will be digested into energy in his body after being swallowed by himself.

The young man sat down in a chair next to him. He had a lighter in his hand, and he whirled around at will.

He was looking at Zhou Ze, because Zhou Ze found him. He thought his imitation was natural, and it was in the place of this small restaurant, so there should be no problem.

Most importantly,

he imitates his own parents.

Since he was young, he has been observing his parents' every move and expression, which has been engraved on his mind for a long time.

"How did you find me?" The youth couldn't help it.

"You're not a ghost?"

Zhou Ze also asked questions.

The young man frowned slightly. He thought Zhou Ze was satirizing him, saying that he was faking.

But in fact, Zhou Ze regarded him as a ghost from the very beginning.

Zhou Ze doesn't want to meddle. A man who was in the money category of an ice chest not long ago doesn't think he has the right to meddle.

But this business can't be done without care,

business happens next door.

So Zhou Ze thought, no matter what, it's better to prick things first. If it's easy to solve, it's up to him to solve it. If it's not easy to solve it, it's too big to move.

"Your nails." "I'm sensitive to nails," Zhou said

The boss delivered the noodles to her face,

the boss delivered the cigarettes to herself,

the nails were all in front of her.

Although the thickness and white calluses of the fingers are different, the lines on the nail cover are the same.

This time, Zhou Ze paid more attention to his nails, not only his own, but also others' nails.

The young man's eyes narrowed slightly. He felt lost. He didn't do the details well.

Although I have the meaning of slack, but as long as it is found, it is really my own fault.

"Are you really not a ghost?" Zhou Ze asked again.

If it's human, it's really a bit exaggerated.

In fact, Zhou Ze didn't see many ghosts. Apart from the journey in hell, in the world of Yang, he saw only a handful of ghosts.

"Painting skin is my ancestral skill." The young man stood up, reached for Zhou Ze's hand, and put it on his chest, "but it's just that we have been dating for many generations, and it's only when my generation comes that we can pick it up again."

This action is a little ambiguous and a little unconventional, but Zhou Ze kneaded it subconsciously.

Zhou Ze will never think that Dr. Lin's refusal to let himself sleep has led him to become interested in men. Of course, this man is indeed more attractive than a woman, which is a fact.

"No bones?" Zhou Ze's face showed an unexpected color, "no, it's rickets."

Rickets, also known as rickets, causes bone calcification due to calcium deficiency, which makes bone soft and easy to deform. Zhou Ze used to be a doctor, who naturally knew something about it. But just as a cold can be divided into many kinds and many different pathologies, osteochondrosis also has many sub categories. At present, this young man should be an extreme.

According to legend, it is recorded in the spring and Autumn Annals that a prince of the state of Lu suffered from this disease. If a man is boneless and delicate, he can walk like a man and crawl like a snake."You can understand that it's a genetic disease, which needs a certain probability to show. Many generations in my family couldn't practice painting before, because they didn't have this disease, and I......"

The young man smiled and didn't go on.

"So, are you really not a ghost?" Zhou Ze still doesn't give up.

"My name is Xu Qinglang." The young man replied very seriously.

"Who are you imitating?" Zhou Ze asked.

"Father, mother."

Zhou Ze is stupefied for a while and grins bitterly.

Well,

this is a big misunderstanding.

Before, after eating noodles, sister Lin left. Zhou Ze wanted to break the window paper and intentionally used words to excite him, but he didn't realize that it was someone else who had nothing to do to play role-playing here and remember his dead relatives.

But from the perspective before Zhou Ze, he just took it for granted that this is a ghost, similar to the ghost in the story of "painting skin". He killed people, picked the skin, and still "bathed in the monkey".

"Then I'm sorry. "

I'm sorry to tease your mother.

"I'm not angry." Xu Qinglang said, "but I'm curious. What do you mean you always treat me as a ghost?"

"It's not interesting."

"Have you ever seen a ghost?" Asked Xu Qinglang.

"I'm a ghost." Zhou Ze looked at Xu Qinglang and said earnestly.

Look serious, look solemn,

take heart.

Xu Qinglang's face was stagnant,

then he couldn't help but burst into laughter,

he looked at Zhou Ze as if he were mentally retarded.

Zhou Ze nodded. Sometimes, that's it. When you tell him the truth, you think you are teasing him, but he doesn't believe it.

"No matter what, I'm sorry. By the way, I still want to ask, that human skin is real human skin?" Zhou Ze said curiously.

"Fish skin." Xu Qinglang replied, "it's made by processing, painting and making."

"Then what do you sell?" Zhou Ze couldn't understand, "I heard that one piece of the snake skin clothes of Hezhe nationality can sell for a lot of money. When they are sold as art works, you should be more valuable, right?"

"I can't make ancestral things for profit."

"Then you should be rich." Zhou Ze said.

"At home, just removed." Xu Qinglang didn't directly answer, "there are more than 20 suites."

“…………” Zhou took a deep breath.

So, the world is just so unfair. He worked in the hospital in his last life and didn't earn a lot of money after hard work. However, he was casually provided with more than 20 suites.

The city is no better than Shanghai, but the house price is close to ten thousand.

Tear down the second generation, envy.

Zhou Ze shook his head. "Do you want to continue to serve noodles later?"

"Will you continue to sell books in the future?"

They asked each other questions at the same time.

"For the time being." Zhou Ze replied.

"Me too."

"See you later. By the way, do you have any other flavors of plum juice?" Zhou Ze is curious about this, "such as bitter melon? Grape? "

"There's a secret recipe, you can do it." Xu Qinglang is sincere.

"Very well." Zhou Ze stretched out his hand and patted Xu Qinglang on the shoulder,

mother,

just like cotton,

soft, it's really weak and boneless, if you lie on the bed in your arms

Zhou Ze immediately moved out from the bottom of his heart the picture of Dr. Lin just taking a bath and wearing pajamas, and forcibly suppressed his disharmonious thoughts.

Zhou Ze walked out of the noodle shop, Xu Qinglang went to the inner room, opened the curtain, and said to the woman's leather hanging inside:

"Mom, do you think he believed it or not?"

The woman's skin swayed slightly,

swayed slightly,

seemed to say, he didn't believe,

also seemed to say, she didn't know.

………………

When Zhou Ze returned to his shop, the freezer had been installed. In fact, he had to rectify the broken Bookstore left by Xu Le. It's not the way to let it lose.

"Xule bookstore" is hung on the sign at the door of the bookstore. If you want more local flavor, you will have more local flavor.

In a word, the bookstore in that guy's hand, from top to bottom, from inside to outside, all exudes the breath of "iron will lose money".

Zhou Ze sat in front of the computer and tried to log in to his original QQ several times. As a result, he couldn't log in. His authentication couldn't pass at all, and there was no way to appeal.

Later, Zhou Ze can only go out and take a taxi. He plans to change a brand or make a pair of door cards to put here.

He knew an old man who opened a plaque shop and specialized in wood carving plaque business. The owner was an old man. The old man often donated money to the orphanage. When Zhou Ze was a member of the orphanage, the old man donated money. After Zhou Ze worked, the old man and Zhou Ze donated money together.The plaque shop is not far away. It is at the foot of Langshan Mountain. It sells incense candles around, and this one sells plaque.

However, when Zhou Ze walked in, he found that the shop was doing a big cleaning, and even the plaque was removed.

A middle-aged man was there directing the workers.

"You are?" The other side saw Zhou Ze coming and asked.

"I'm looking for Mr. Zhao." Zhou Ze said that he had great respect for the old man.

"Sorry, my father just left last month." The middle-aged replied.

"Gone?" Zhou Ze was a little surprised and sad. He and Zhao were not familiar. They only knew each other. Therefore, it was normal that he was not informed of the funeral.

Moreover, maybe for Zhao's family, Zhao has always donated the income from the plaque to the orphanage. Naturally, they have no good feelings for the orphanage, and they will not even inform the orphanage of the funeral, for fear that the orphanage will come up to ask them for money again.

"Are you here to order the plaque?" Asked the middle-aged man.

"Well." Zhou Ze nodded.

"My family, no more." The middle-aged man apologized: "later, he sold incense candles."

Langshan Mountain is one of the ten Buddhist hills. Even if it can't attract foreign tourists, the local people go to burn incense and worship Buddha every Spring Festival, which is enough to make the shops at the foot of the mountain make a lot of money.

It's also a way of relying on the mountain and the water.

"That's a pity." Zhou Ze has some regrets.

He is going to see the old man's grave.

"But there are still some plaques that my father used to make at home. They can't be sold. I don't know what my father did to carve those plaques. They're not customized. If you like them, I'll give them to you cheaper." The middle-aged man planned to dispose of it in the spirit of selling waste products.

"OK, let me see." Zhou Ze agreed.

After the middle-aged man went to the back yard, the middle-aged man opened a warehouse and turned on the light.

There are some sundries in it, including the tools used by Mr. Zhao when he was working, which means that future generations are not going to inherit this craft.

Now we all make the cards that can shine. Who is willing to use this? I've worked hard, but I can't make any money.

"Whoo..." The middle-aged man blew a breath at several plaques on the ground and said, "look at them. A pair of two hundred yuan can be taken away if you like it, even if you don't like it."

Obviously, the middle-aged man has no confidence in whether he can give out these plaques.

Zhou Ze went over and looked at it. On the first plaque,

"life and death have a life, and wealth are in the sky."

Zhou Ze shook his head, and the middle-aged man sighed, knowing that the plaque was gone.

The next one says:

"people know ghosts and terror, ghosts know people's heart poison."

Zhou Ze is slightly shocked. He is a little sensitive to this.

The middle-aged man didn't sigh this time, because he knew it would not work directly. Who opened a shop full of food and hung this at the door?

The third mate:

"listen to it, as I heard it."

Zhou Ze smiled,

the middle-aged man looked at Zhou Ze and he smiled too,

one was satisfied.