Chapter 328

The bus, as usual, drives very slowly and wobbly; the people in the bus also wobble with it, like a pendulum, which starts again and again at a certain fixed frequency without vitality;

from birth,

shaking,

to death.

Zhou Ze stood beside the old man, holding the handrail on his head. There were many people around him, but he didn't have a big sense of squeezing. After all, they were all made of paper.

The old man raised his head and looked at Zhou Ze. He smiled awkwardly and apologized:

"his legs and feet are not good. He has rheumatism."

Zhou Ze nodded.

"Although I know it won't hurt now, because I'm dead, I still feel pain when I see the heavy rain outside."

The old man looked out of the window at the heavy rain, and his eyes showed the color of recollection.

Old rheumatism has been accompanied for many years, from the beginning of torture, slowly to numbness, and finally to habits;

to the day when he became a ghost after death,

has become a memorial.

When the bus arrived, Zhou Ze and little Lori took a girl out of the bus.

The bus drove away slowly again. There was a car of paper people and a privileged old man.

Zhou Ze remembers that the news report said that the elderly need to weave bamboo baskets to mend their families. For a family, an old man in his seventies needs to weave bamboo baskets to support it, which is enough to see how poor the family really is.

Although the local government has also given several pensions, at least to make the elderly's family live smoothly, it seems that they are not enough.

"What do you think?"

Little Lori asked as she stood under the bus stop and watched the heavy rain outside.

"I'm thinking about crowdfunding."

"Well?"

"A few days ago, there was a problem in Dr. Lin's hospital. A brother took his sister's car accident and slandered the hospital for not giving money to cure the disease. He launched a crowdfunding on the Internet.

In fact, from a personal emotional point of view, people like the old man in the car just now need to be crowdfunded more. "

"Mmhmm."

"There are too many sick people and too many miserable people. Whether it's true or not, whether it's exaggerated or not, seriously, I'm numb anyway.

In my last life, when someone in my circle of friends sent the news of crowdfunding for treatment, I would donate more or less. Later, this kind of crowdfunding was too much. I really didn't care.

But those who sacrifice and pay for justice do what ordinary people dare not do. For most ordinary people, donating to such people is more initiative.

Most of us are weak. If we can afford it, we should encourage more brave people to stand up and be willing to put down their burdens and concerns to protect us. It's really not a loss. "

"My boss, I think you have to think about something else when you are sentimental."

"What?"

"That's how we get back now. It's really raining hard."

Little Lori said gloomily.

…………

When the two returned to Liu Chuyu's home,

what Liu Chuyu, who opened the door, saw,

were four drowned chickens.

Little Lori yells to take a bath and blow her hair first, then she can only watch Zhou Ze enter the bathroom without saying anything. When Zhou Ze comes out with a bath towel and wipes her hair, little Lori yells to Zhou Ze angrily:

"a man without manners!"

"I'll take a bath first. When you go in, the temperature in the bathroom will be very warm. I'm afraid you'll freeze."

Little Laurie froze for a moment and said immediately, "this is summer! Besides, don't be so disgusting. No wonder you've been single in your last life! "

If little Lori is really just little Lori, I guess she does. But in fact, according to little Lori, what kind of storm did the old lady see?

When little Lori comes out of the bath, all three of them are sitting on the sofa in the living room.

There are two boxes of biscuits on the tea table.

it can be seen that when Zhou Ze and Xiao Luoli went out, Liu Chuyu, who was at home and had injuries, was really fighting against the food.

He believed that eating bitterly is the chicken soup for human beings, and he felt that Zhou Ze and Xiao Luoli are the kind of people with great perseverance. Only by overcoming the soul's rejection of eating feeling, can they eat normally.

It's like a kind of penance.

Zhou Ze was a little soft hearted and impatient for a while. He always thought that if Liu Chuyu continued to fight with food like this, would there really be any problem?

But when you think about using a little bit less of the oral liquid, Zhou Ze suddenly thinks that it's not necessarily a good thing for young people to experience more setbacks and tribulations.

It's just like the original Dr. Lin. if he didn't use these interns as dogs, Dr. Lin would not have such excellent medical skills.Well,

that's why.

Liu Chuyu looked at Zhou Ze with some embarrassment. To be honest, he didn't feel the care from the boss until this moment. He even braved the rain to bring back the evil spirits, in order to let him get some performance points.

Zhou Ze didn't delay any more. He opened the door of hell with his fingernails.

Little Lori detains the souls from the two girls and helps Zhou Ze to enter the gate of hell.

All,

is done!

However, there are two more corpses in the room. The corpse collapses on the ground, quickly rots and stinks, sending out a lot of disgusting smell.

Because the two girls were dead when the evil spirits were on their bodies. The spirits of the evil spirits occupied them and kept them alive. After their souls were taken out, the two leather bags naturally returned to their original state.

Zhou Ze said to go for a walk. The house is a little stuffy.

Little Laurie looked up and

looked up at the sky,

shouted: "the children's channel's" the bear comes and goes "is going to be broadcast, I'm going to watch it!"

In the living room,

Liu Chuyu, who was only left with bandages,

looked at the two rotten corpses lying in his living room with some consternation,

with the touch of the moment,

had a feeling of being eaten by a dog.

At present,

he can only struggle to get up, and

begins to clean up the smelly body.

…………

Out of the door, it's still raining outside, but the rain is much smaller than before, and there is a trend of stopping.

Zhou Ze didn't turn back, or he would have to face the two corpses. Compared with dealing with the two rotten corpses, it seems that a little rain is more acceptable.

Walking in the rain should be a little pleasant thing.

In fact, boss Zhou can be comfortable in any kind of environment. When you put aside the chores and don't have that obsession, the scenery your eyes see will naturally be different from others.

Boss Zhou walked for half an hour. In order to make sure Liu Chuyu had solved the body, and because he was injured and inconvenient to move, boss Zhou planned to take another walk.

Walking, there was a bell.

The bell made Zhou Ze frown, a little uncomfortable.

Looking up in that direction, I saw a piece of yellow walls and golden tiles. In this urban area, there is a small temple.

The temple gate is very small, and the temple wall is not very wide. After all, it is located in the city. Even the Buddha feels the pressure from the land price, and dare not put up such a grand display as in the mountains.

But the bell can make him uncomfortable, which makes Zhou Ze have a greater interest in this small temple.

As the saying goes, mountains are not high, but immortals are famous. If the water is not deep, the dragon is the spirit.

At present, even many large scenic spots or temples in famous mountains are basically privately contracted places for making money. In that kind of place, boss Zhou doesn't have to go in and visit. There's no problem holding Buddha statues or taking pictures with Sanqing directly.

But this small temple gave Zhou Ze a feeling of a little fear.

It can make the ghost feel frightened, which means that the temple is really spiritual.

It's OK to go in and visit. Although there's no admission fee, boss Zhou doesn't think he needs to take the risk.

It's true that there is an official's identity, but little Lori herself said that ghost errands are only the lowest level in hell. Maybe the Buddha is in a bad mood, and you even want to join in and others may not mind slapping you to death.

There is a teahouse outside the small temple. It doesn't look like Sichuan teahouse with machine hemp in it. It's really just a place for tea.

Zhou Ze went in and asked for a pot of bitter tea. When the tea came up, he took out a cigarette and bit it in his mouth.

Before he lit it, a middle-aged man came in. The man sat down opposite Zhou Ze.

The man was dressed in a blue sportswear. After sitting there, he casually ordered a pot of tea and stared at the temple outside.

To be honest, sitting here drinking tea is pure suffering. Ordinary tea drinkers come here and feel that it's artistic conception to watch the temple drinking tea, and then listen to the bell sound, and feel that they are a little sublimated.

But for boss Zhou, every time the bell rings, he feels uncomfortable, even uncomfortable.

But this feeling is also a kind of reverse comfort, just as the old man on the bus said, when the pain is really gone, it will be like it.

Drink a sip of bitter tea,

frown and shake your body,

gently take a breath of cool air,

can taste the pleasure of being abused,

wonderful,

can't be said.

A cup of tea goes down. It's quite delicious.

I made another cup of tea for myself,

take up the cup,After smelling the fragrance of bitter tea,

the bell rings again,

the hand holding the cup trembles slightly, rippling light ripples,

lower the head,

take a sip,

the slight pain on the body plus the bitterness between the lips and teeth,

complement each other.

However,

when Zhou's boss was preparing to lower his head for a second drink,

unexpectedly found that

he was sitting opposite to himself, that is, the middle-aged man who just came in,

his hand holding the tea cup,

was also shaking slightly.

Zhou Ze didn't take it seriously.

after a while,

the sound of the next bell is much bigger than that of the previous one. It is estimated that the monk who rings the bell took the whole body's strength as the last one.

"Boom!"

Zhou Ze took a deep breath,

his brain was dizzy,

but he still controlled the tea cup steadily.

The middle-aged man sitting opposite Zhou Ze snorted, then his body shook violently. The whole man almost fell to the ground, and the teacup in his hand was thrown out.

"Pa!"

Throw out the tea,

and pour it directly on Zhou Ze's face.

“…………” Zhou Ze.