Chapter 42

Xu Qinglang and the female corpse, including the middle-aged couple, came out. The middle-aged couple's faces were jubilant. Obviously, with the help of the female corpse, they snatched the head fragrance.

Whether it's useful or not, it's a good omen.

Even parents who are not superstitious will send a zongzi and a new year's cake before their children's final exam, which means "zongzi" (high school).

The face of the female corpse was not very good-looking. When they went back together, she left behind alone.

"Let's go to supper. How about barbecue?" Xu Qinglang suggested.

He runs his own restaurant, but he won't let himself go to the ground late to prepare for barbecue;

the skin of Xu Niang is so precious, how can he accept such a smoky fire?

However, Xu Qinglang regretted the proposal after saying it.

In this group, there is a zombie and a living dead man who doesn't eat fireworks. When you think about the picture of eating, these two people just sit there motionless, like clay figurines in a temple enjoying fireworks.

This picture, think of all have no appetite.

"You go. Let's go back first." Zhou Ze said.

"That's what it means." Said the middle-aged man.

"It's OK, uncle. Let's eat. They take a walk by themselves."

Xu Qinglang took the middle-aged couple away.

Zhou Ze didn't rush to take a taxi and walked along the small road with the female corpse.

The weather began to get warmer, and the night was not as cold as before.

"What's the matter?" Zhou Ze asked the female corpse.

After the female corpse came out of the Confucian temple, she was depressed all the time.

"Uncomfortable." The corpse replied.

"Hasn't it stopped?"

Two hundred years.

“…………” Female corpse.

After a while of silence, the female corpse said, "some statues in the Confucian temple stare at me. It feels strange."

"You think they're looking at you?" Zhou Ze asked.

"Well." The corpse nodded.

"You think they don't like you?"

"Well." The corpse continued to nod.

"Do you think you shouldn't have gone there because you are a zombie?"

"Well." The corpse nodded.

"Saints believe that there is no kind of education." Zhou Ze smiled and clapped her hands on the female corpse's head, saying: "you are a zombie, a kind of existence that people hate ghosts, but you go to the Confucian temple to help people go to the incense, and also contribute to their incense popularity.

You think they are looking at you,

maybe because of your special, so they are paying attention to you.

It's like a group of prairie wolves suddenly sneaking into a husky. Everyone will have a look more, right?

Of course, it's also possible that they were originally a pile of mud tires. Their eyes are said to be made of donkey dung balls, because they look more flexible and shiny.

All of all, just you give yourself psychological pressure. "

"But if they're really looking at me, if they really have a problem with me..." The female body still hesitated.

"Then they are not worthy to be consecrated to the temple as the holy man of laoshizi!"

Zhou Ze is full of voices,

"the sage enjoys the worship of thousands of generations of incense. If he doesn't even have this kind of capacity, what face does he still have to lick and sit on the altar table of the temple?

There is nothing to be afraid of for a false saint. "

Looking at Zhou Ze, the corpse smiled and said, "boss, what you just said is really arrogant."

"That is." Zhou Ze enjoyed the flattery of his maid.

"But boss, you are a ghost. There is a certain number in the dark. For ordinary people, the involvement may not be big, but for you, it is different.

Plus, you are running a bookstore, belonging to the line of sage's fortune. It's really bad for you to be such a sage. "

It's rare for a female corpse to say these words to Zhou Ze's heart. In the past, she was eager for Zhou Ze to die;

jump, jump, jump and die. I'll collect the corpse for you, and then take off your fingernails and grind them into powder to make tea with pearl powder.

oh no, feed the pig!

"It's the same sentence. Don't be afraid of ghosts The saint knocks at the door. "

Zhou Ze looked up at the street lamp and continued: "I have been treating patients and saving people in my last life, not accepting red envelopes, not losing the bottom line, and always abiding by medical ethics.

Even if I become a ghost in my life, I haven't done anything to lose my heart after I return my soul with a corpse.

What can I be afraid of? "

Zhou took a deep breath and repeated, "there is nothing to be afraid of."

The female corpse hears the words, and her eyes reflect.

Zhou Ze's words are not the declaration of the second middle school, but more like a warning to himself.

They continued to walk aimlessly, with a cool evening breeze, but they were very pleasant.

Finally, the corpse stopped and asked, "boss, where are you going?"Zhou Ze stopped and looked around subconsciously. He was shocked to find that he had walked into the door of a community.

In the familiar environment,

the familiar reception room,

the familiar reception room secretly sleeps the absent guard at night,

the familiar express delivery cabinet.

He actually walked like this, and naturally walked back to his former neighborhood.

Although in the bookstore for a month, but subconsciously, here, is his home.

When he grew up in the orphanage, he knew more about the meaning of home. At the same time, he was more persistent about the house.

However, when he bought a house, the price of the house in Tongcheng didn't rise as far as the back. It was also because he couldn't wait to start preparing to be a house slave after he took part in the work. Instead, he picked up a watermelon, which made the colleagues who bought the house envious.

However, Zhou Ze can't find the previous wechat and QQ now. Mobile phone verification can't be done. Find a friend in the list to help you verify, or be someone else's neuropathy or frighten others to death.

Even his house was sold by the hospital after he died, and the money was donated to the orphanage in his own name.

Zhou Ze does not dislike this practice, after all, he has no other relatives in the world.

"This is my former home." Zhou Ze said to the female corpse.

"Then, go up and have a look?" Suggested the female corpse.

"It has been sold." Zhou Ze sighed.

"It's like a revisit."

Zhou Ze nodded and walked over.

Enter unit 2 of Building 8, get on the elevator, and get to the fifth floor.

Zhou Ze went to a door, the door or that door, the buyer should not have time to redecorate it?

Even the mat at the door hasn't changed.

And the cactus in the doorway, too.

Zhou Ze reached for his hand, felt under the pot and found a key.

At that time, I was often called to the hospital at night to go out of the emergency room. I forgot to bring my cell phone or key for many times. So, his spare key is here, and I can't get into my house.

Try to hold the mentality, the key into, twist.

"Kazam..."

The door is unlocked.

Has the door not been changed and the lock not been changed?

Zhou Ze had some accidents. He pushed the door open and turned on the light.

Everything in the living room is the same.

Zhou Ze even saw his own slippers, changed them and walked in. The female corpse also came in with him.

"Boss, is it the same as before?" Asked the corpse.

"Well, it's also the strangest place for me."

It is the same as before,

but it is not in line with the common sense.

Shouldn't ordinary people throw away all the things used by the dead after buying a house?

How is it possible to keep it all the time? It's not too bad?

Maybe it's the person who takes over the house and just invests? Not really living on your own?

Zhou Ze sat down on the sofa, as if at this time, he changed back to himself.

Every time I come home tired, I watch TV and cook a little late at night. My life is compact but full.

The female corpse went to boil tea, poured Zhou Ze a cup, and then said:

"boss, have you been dead for half a year?"

"Seven months."

Zhou Ze replied, but how do you feel this dialogue is a little strange?

"But it's not as clean as it is in seven months." The body reminds me.

Zhou Ze nodded, indeed. Here, it's very clean. Someone should clean it regularly.

But it's hard for Zhou Ze to imagine that people who buy their own houses are so lazy that they don't lose anything or change anything, or even keep the door locks.

Zhou Ze pushes open the bedroom door and finds that he even used his own bedding and sheets before.

"Boss, I'll take a shower. I've just been stared at by those old people for so long in the Confucian temple. I've got goose bumps on my body."

"Go ahead, turn on the water heater first." "The bath towel is in the kitchen cabinet at the door of the toilet," Zhou reminded

If

everything is the same.

The female corpse went to take a bath. She loves cleanliness very much. She loves cleanliness. She was also a lady in her previous life. She had been lying in a coffin for 200 years. She couldn't take a bath. It's so hard.

So she basically washed it once in the morning and once in the evening, wasting a lot of water cost of zhouze.

But at the thought of her serving as a waiter in her shop, she didn't need any money, so Zhou Ze took it.

Pull up the curtain, Zhou Ze stands on the balcony, looking at the light in front of him at night.

Here,

is his home.

It has not changed,

but no longer belongs to itself.

Things are different from people,In a real sense, things are different from people.

Take out the smoke, light it, and Zhou Ze spits out a cigarette ring.

In his heart, he was a bit lost. He thought he should be able to see it, but in fact he couldn't.

Just as he threw the baby into hell and waited for reincarnation, he now realized that as a living man, his nostalgia for the male is really hard to describe in words.

Even if it is myself, there is an impulse to buy my house again.

As for money,

with his ability, is it really difficult to get money in violation of regulations?

Zhou Ze knew that this kind of impulse was not easy to be suppressed. It was a way of no return. It was Pandora's box. Once it was opened, he could not stop.

Zhou Ze thinks that he is a self-discipline person, but at any time, when he can avoid it, he should not try to test the "human integrity" aspect.

"Kazam..."

Unexpectedly,

there was a sound of the key entering the lock on the other side of the door.

The master is back?

Zhou Ze turns around and walks back to the living room from the balcony. He is thinking about how to explain to the owner that he is in the room now, but he is not too nervous.

It's said that he is a ghost. If he is caught in the police station because of trespassing in the house, it's too bad for him, isn't it?

Self discipline is self-discipline, but there is no need for self abuse.

Here, after all, is his former home.

However, when the door is opened,

comes in,

is actually a familiar figure.

Dr. Lin stood at the door and looked at Zhou Ze in the living room. His face was shocked and flustered. He said:

"you Why are you here? "

Zhou Ze is also a temporary talker. He bought his own house. Is it Dr. Lin?

"Listen to me." Lin late autumn.

"Listen to me." Zhou Ze.

When they said this together,

for Lin late autumn, she was very flustered, because she felt that Zhou Ze had found evidence of his "mental infidelity",

found here, she was his wife, but bought the house left by another man, and kept cleaning and collecting it. Because of the man's reason, she refused to live with him as a husband and wife.

Dr. Lin felt that he was in the wrong.

Fortunately, this embarrassing atmosphere didn't last long,

because more embarrassing things happened,

"boss, my clothes were accidentally wet by me."

As she said this, the female corpse came out with a bath towel wrapped around it, and came to the living room, standing in the middle of Zhou Ze and Lin's late autumn,

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