Chapter 130

Xu Qinglang sat on a sofa smoking cigarettes, in front of a glass of beer with ice.

Zhou Ze came over, reached for his beer and drank it.

"What's the matter with you?" Xu Qinglang knows that Zhou Ze doesn't drink at ordinary times.

"It's the same as the last time you showed off in front of that Corgi girl that you had more than 20 suites."

“…………” Xu Qinglang.

After a period of silence, Xu Qinglang poured another glass of wine for Zhou Ze, and the two men sat quietly.

"Tell you something. I meant to say it yesterday, but I'm not in the mood."

"I'm not in the mood now."

"Isn't it just that the ashes were stolen? It's equivalent to that the toenails you cut off before were collected by a pervert. What's to worry about?"

"It's easy for you to say that."

"I envy you very much. I think if one day I can drink while grieving that my ashes have been stolen, I can laugh when I lie in the quilt."

Xu Qinglang's face is serious,

Yes,

if the ancestral tomb is gouged or the ashes of his parents are stolen by his enemies, he must be angry and worried!

But no one seems to be in a hurry after his ashes have been stolen.

"So should I post a micro blog, which is low-key, luxurious and meaningful?" Zhou Ze asked.

"Ha ha, are you kidding? By the way, has the thief found it?"

"Little Lori is still looking."

Now, Zhou Ze can only wait for the news.

At this time, Zhou Ze and Xu Qinglang looked at the stairway, and the old road came down with a man on its back.

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

After that, Tang Shi ignored Zhou Ze. There was a taxi outside. Tang Shi and the man got into the taxi together. It seems that they are going to leave.

Just came and left, the man was still in a coma. The most important thing was that when he was in a coma, he even "shook" for a while, and the ghost difference syndrome was all over the ground.

Before Zhou Ze could wake up for a chat, they were ready to leave.

Of course, Zhou Ze didn't stay either, because we all know that we are not the kind of polite and reserved people who like to be polite.

If you want to stay, stay.

if you want to go,

there is no need to refuse or do anything superficial.

The taxi went away, but to Zhou Ze's surprise, the old man came back, and he didn't go.

Zhou Ze thought Lao Dao would follow him.

Lao Dao went back to the shop as if nothing had happened.

"Hello." Cried Zhou Ze.

The old Taoist turned his head and looked at Zhou Ze with a simple smile, saying:

"boss, Miss Tang took Mr. Liang to leave. Before that, Miss Tang had already arranged a new residence. They were going to Shanghai. She said that now they have certificates, and it's not convenient to talk about your boss again."

"Why didn't you follow?" Zhou Ze asked.

"I am your loyal old way!"

The old Taoist said with a straight face.

"Tell the truth."

"I can't live without you."

"Sincerely."

Zhou Ze looked at his fingernails.

"Mr. Liang looks like this now. It's impossible to open the Ming shop in the near future. I have nothing to do with it, so I can only continue to help you here."

Zhou Ze nodded and went to his bar. These days, business is good. He sent many ghosts down, so he saved a lot of money.

After drawing out half of it, Zhou took it out and handed it to Lao Dao.

"give it to them. They are new here and should be short of money."

Zhou Ze worries that if Tang Shi is short of money, she will rob the bank directly. That woman can do anything.

Styx money can be used as consumable or bank card. Someone will drop money at your door after burning it anyway.

I didn't expect Lao Dao to shake his head directly, saying:

"boss, Mr. Liang is very rich. He has many villas in Shanghai, real estate all over the country, and many boxes of small goldfish."

“…………” Zhou Ze.

Heart,

too painful to breathe

Zhou Ze felt that he had suffered two critical attacks in an hour,

and they were invisible.

Put the money back, Zhou Ze sat down quietly.

At this time, just at the door came a girl. She was wearing a little ragged clothes, which could even be described as not covering her body.

In fact, to be honest,

under the wise leadership of the CPC Central Committee, people's living standards have been constantly improved, and people's material and spiritual lives have been constantly enriched and enriched.

In the new era and new policies,

with the help of targeted poverty alleviation measures, poor households can also get a lot of help. It can be said that the era of the Chinese people's well-off society is not far away.Even in some cities there will be some beggars, but it's really rare to see beggars who are so miserable that they are not fully clothed these years.

Lao Dao is still cleaning the table. It seems that he didn't see the little girl come in.

And the little monkey jumped directly to the head of Lao Dao. Two monkey claws grabbed Lao Dao's head and manipulated Lao Dao to look at the little girl's position.

"Is there a ghost?"

The old man said to himself as he took the tears out of his pocket and wiped them on himself.

No way. In this bookstore, only he can't see the ghost directly.

Seeing the dirty little girl, Lao Dao looked at Zhou Ze consciously.

"Boss, here are the guests. Welcome."

The old voice shouted,

like a dream back to the ancient Yingchun tower.

Girls,

come out to meet the guests!

Come on,

mom.

Xu Qinglang stands up and prepares cold dishes and drinks. Zhou Ze signals the girl to follow him.

The girl was a little confused and afraid. She looked at Zhou Ze and the Taoist priest, but she went to the private room with Zhou Ze according to her instinct.

Zhou Ze sat down and motioned to the other side to sit down.

The girl sat down, and Xu Qinglang brought some cold dishes and a steamed bun.

When he was about to pour the wine, Zhou Ze signaled that he would not use it.

Although it's a ghost, it's still a child.

And from the look of the little girl, it can be seen that she is not the kind of existence of Tianshan children's grandma.

The girl began to gobble up food, which was obviously "hungry".

And this kind of hunger is more similar to being hungry before death.

Zhou Ze sat there silently, watching the girl eat.

When the girl finished eating, a satisfied smile appeared on her face, saying:

"it's so full. It's so full."

The girl's words have a strong accent of Tongcheng dialect.

Children of this age, you let him speak dialect may not be able to speak, basically a mouth of Mandarin.

"When you're full, go ahead."

Zhou Ze is ready to open the door of hell.

The little girl looked at Zhou Ze fearfully, but she didn't cry or quarrel, so she waited silently.

"Wait." While watching the little girl eating, Xu Qinglang suddenly said, "would you like some meat?"

The little girl was stunned for a moment, then her eyes lit up and she nodded.

"Then wait."

This is to the little girl, and also to Zhou Ze.

De Le, old Xu wants to be a good person. Zhou Ze has no reason to stop him. He also continues to sit there.

After a quarter of an hour, Xu Qinglang brought a plate of braised pork, and the little girl continued to eat.

In fact, the ghost eats food for worship and incense. The little girl seems to eat in a whirlwind, but in fact, the dishes on the table are not passive in the eyes of ordinary people.

"Meat, is it delicious?" Asked Xu Qinglang.

"Delicious, delicious." Said the little girl.

"You're a mother today?"

Zhou Ze said curiously.

Xu Qinglang shook his head, and there was a light sadness between his eyebrows. Since he came back yesterday, he has always maintained this kind of Dai Yu's sad autumn temperament.

A man who has lost his life seems to have lost his meaning.

Zhou Ze feels that he should be glad that there is no well in the study, or Xu Niang may choose to die directly.

The little girl finished eating,

then clapped her stomach,

looked at Zhou Ze.

This time she was very good. When she was full, she was a very sensible child.

She knew she was on her way.

Zhou Ze stood up, opened the door to hell and asked:

"go in."

Zhou Ze didn't ask her story. Maybe she had heard more stories before, and Zhou Ze didn't like stories so much.

Most of the dead have their own sad stories.

The little girl blinked, looked at Zhou Ze, and asked:

"can you eat before you go in?"

"Well."

Zhou Ze nodded.

"Then I'll call everyone. The villagers are hungry. I want everyone to have enough to eat."

Zhou Ze's hand trembled when he opened the door of hell, and there was "everyone" to call?

This means there is still a good wave of performance to fight for?

Subconsciously, Zhou Ze closed the door of hell that had just been opened.

Boss Zhou is in the initial stage of career struggle. He urgently needs performance to prove himself. He naturally knows the truth of long-term fishing."Where is your home?"

Zhou Ze asked.

"Three villages." The little girl replied.

"Where are the three villages? Which district? Rugao or Menhai or Chongchuan port gate? "

Although Zhou Ze returned to his soul with a corpse, he was from Tongcheng in his last life, but he still did not remember that there were three villages in Tongcheng.

Zhou Ze looks at Xu Qinglang, who shakes his head and signals that he doesn't know.

"I don't know." The girl didn't know where the three villages were, and even the names of the districts and counties Zhou Ze said, she had never heard of them.

"Then..."

Zhou Ze had no choice but to ask: "br >

" can you go back the same way? "

The girl shook her head in a dazed way. "I don't know how I got out of the village, and then I walked and walked and came here."

Can't you go back?

Zhou Ze even began to doubt whether the girl came from the next city, which is a ghost passing through the world, but it's not right to think about it. A girl speaking Tongcheng dialect is unlikely to be from other places.

Just when Zhou Ze was struggling, Xu Qinglang on one side took out his mobile phone and searched.

"Have you found it?" Zhou Ze asked.

Xu Qinglang shook his head. "I didn't find the information about this administrative village."

"Can't find it on the Internet?" Zhou Ze has some accidents.

"Ah, wait a minute. Here is a post about" three villages "

Xu Qinglang motioned to Zhou Ze and so on, and then clicked into the post, saying:

"the title of this post is:

'ask the big one,

is there a place called" three villages "in the whole city?"

"What about the next response?" Asked Zhou.

"No.

I don't know.

I haven't heard of it.

No.

Never heard of it.

Upstairs + 1........ "

Xu Qinglang kept turning the page, then froze, looked down for a while, then looked up to Zhou Ze.

"What did you find?"

"Here's a reply: when I was a child, my grandmother told me that she was from three villages, but when she was ten years old, she went back to her hometown in Xingdong town with her grandmother.

After a few days, when she went back, she found the village, no more. "

"No more?" Zhou Ze was stunned.

No,

What do you mean?

"There's a question down there." Xu Qinglang said, "I'll look for this man's reply When he found it, he replied to the above people's questions and said: "that year was 1938. Why don't you think the village is gone?"