Chapter 12

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

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

"Hiss......"

The crisp sound, with a little length, like a snake molting, he began to tear off his skin.

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

Zhou Ze now finally understands why that bowl of noodles is so rotten,

This "transformation" of the other party really takes some time.

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

The corners of the young man's mouth are smiling and flattering, especially the radian extended from the corners of his eyes, which seems to be able to scratch the hearts of men and women around him, just right, just right.

A man, using "flattery" to describe, is somewhat contrary to, but some men are indeed born to flattery, such as ancient emperors, countless people like masculinity, and the reason is that some men are more like women than women.

"Do I look good?"

The young man asked Zhou Ze.

Zhou Ze felt the nausea he had just suppressed after eating noodles hit again, waved his hand slightly apologetically, and then covered his chest, making a posture that I can't vomit.

Who knows, every grain of Chinese food is hard!

Zhou Ze knows how to cherish food, especially the food that is about to be digested into energy in his body.

The young man sat down on a chair next to him, holding a lighter in his hand and spinning casually.

He was looking at Zhou Ze, because Zhou Ze found him. He thought his imitation was natural, and there should be no problem in this snack restaurant.

most important of all,

He imitates his own parents.

Since he was young, he has been observing his parents. Their every move and expression have long been engraved in his heart.

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

"Are you not a ghost?"

Zhou Ze also asked questions at the same time.

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

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

Zhou Ze doesn't want to meddle. A person who was working on the money category of a freezer not long ago, Zhou Ze doesn't think he is qualified to meddle.

But it's not good to ignore this business,

Gossip happens next door.

So Zhou Ze thought, anyway, it's better to poke the matter first. If it's easy to solve, it'll be solved by himself. If it's not easy to solve, it's a big deal to move by himself.

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

The landlady brought the noodles to herself,

The boss handed himself cigarettes in person,

Nails are presented in front of you.

Although the thickness and white calluses of fingers vary, the lines on the nail plate are the same.

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

The young man's eyes narrowed slightly, disappointed, and the details were not done in place.

Although he has the meaning of slack, as long as he is found, it is really his own fault.

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

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

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

"Painting skins is an ancestral skill of my family." The young man stood up, reached out and grabbed Zhou Ze's hand and put it on his chest. "It's just that he has been dating for many generations, and he can't pick it up again until my generation."

This action is a little ambiguous and a little unconventional, but Zhou Ze subconsciously pinched it with his hand.

Zhou Ze will never think that it is because Dr. Lin has not allowed himself to sleep that he is now interested in men,

Of course, the man in front of him is indeed more attractive than a woman, which is indeed a fact.

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

Rickets, also known as rickets, due to calcium deficiency, makes bone calcification difficult, and bone softens and easily deforms. Zhou Ze used to be a doctor. Naturally, he knows some, but just as even a cold can be divided into many situations and many different pathologies, rickets also has many sub categories, and the young man in front of him should be an extreme.

According to legend, it is recorded in the unofficial history of the spring and Autumn period that a prince of the state of Lu was suffering from this disease. If a person was boneless and delicate, he could walk like a person and crawl like a snake.

"You can understand that this is a genetic disease, which requires a certain probability to show. Before, my family couldn't practice painting for many generations 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 didn't give up.

"My name is xuqinglang." The young man answered very seriously.

"Who are you imitating?" Zhou Ze asked.

"Dad, mom."

Zhou Ze was stunned for a moment, with a wry smile on his face.

OK,

This is a big misunderstanding.

After eating noodles before, sister Lin left. Zhou Ze thought of stabbing the window paper and deliberately provoked him with words. As a result, he didn't realize that it was someone else who had nothing to do, playing role-playing here and remembering his dead relatives.

But from Zhou Ze's previous perspective, he just took it for granted that it was a ghost, similar to the ghost in the "painted skin" story, who killed people, peeled off the skin, and was still "bathing the monkey".

"Well... Sorry."

I'm really embarrassed to tease your mother.

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

"It's not interesting."

"Have you seen ghosts?" Xu Qinglang asked.

"I am a ghost." Zhou Ze looked at Xu Qinglang and said seriously.

Serious expression and solemn expression,

Take your heart out.

Xu Qinglang's face stagnated,

Then he couldn't help laughing,

Looking at Zhou Ze,

It's like looking at a mental retardation.

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

"Anyway, sorry, by the way, I also want to ask, is that human skin real human skin?" Zhou Ze said curiously.

"Fish skin." Xu Qinglang replied, "processing, painting, making."

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

"I can't make profits from ancestral things."

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

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

"........" Zhou Ze took a deep breath.

Therefore, the world is so unfair. In his last life, he worked in a hospital and didn't earn much money, while others casually, that is, more than 20 suites.

Tongcheng is no better than Shanghai, but the house price is close to 10000 yuan.

Tear down the second generation, envy.

Zhou Ze shook his head. "Will you continue to eat noodles in the future?"

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

They asked each other questions at the same time.

"Watch it for the time being." Zhou Ze replied.

"Me too."

"See you later, by the way, is there any other flavor of your plum juice?" Zhou Ze was curious about this, "such as bitter gourd flavor? Grape flavor?"

"There is a secret recipe that can be made." Xu Qinglang is very sincere.

"Very good." Zhou Ze reached out and patted Xu Qinglang on the shoulder,

Damn it,

Like cotton,

Soft, really weak, really boneless, if you hold it in your arms and lie in bed

Zhou Ze immediately moved out of his heart the picture of Dr. Lin coming out in his pajamas after taking a bath, and forcibly suppressed his disharmonious thoughts.

Zhou Ze walked out of the noodle shop,

Xu Qinglang went to the inner room, lifted the curtain, and said to the woman's skin hanging inside:

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

Women's skin gently sways,

Gently swing,

It's like saying that he didn't believe it,

It's also like saying that she doesn't know.

………………

When Zhou Ze returned to his store, the freezer had been settled. In fact, he had to rectify the broken Bookstore left by Xu Le. It was not the way to keep it losing so much.

"Xule bookstore" is hung on the sign at the door of the bookstore, as rustic as you want.

In short, this bookstore in that guy's hand, from top to bottom, from inside to outside, shows the breath of "definitely losing 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 identity verification couldn't pass at all, and there was basically no way to appeal.

Later, Zhou Ze had to go out and take a taxi. He planned to change a brand or make a pair of couplets of house numbers and put them here.

He knew a 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 himself 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, just at the foot of Langshan Mountain. It sells incense and candles in front, back, left and right. This one sells plaques.

However, when Zhou Ze walked in, he found that the shop was being cleaned, and even the plaque was removed.

A middle-aged man was there directing the workers to work.

"Are you?" The other party 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 man replied.

"Gone?" Zhou Ze is a little surprised and sad. He and Zhao Lao are not familiar with each other, but they just know each other. Therefore, it is normal for people not to inform him of their funeral.

Moreover, it may be that for Zhao's family, Zhao has always donated the income from the plaque to the orphanage. Naturally, they don't like the orphanage very much, and they won't even notice the funeral of the orphanage, for fear that the orphanage will come up again to ask them for money.

"Are you here to customize the plaque?" The middle-aged man asked.

"Well." Zhou Ze nodded.

"Our family, no more." The middle-aged man apologized, "in the future, I will sell incense and candles."

Wolf mountain is one of the ten hills of Buddhism. Even if it can't attract foreign tourists, local people go to burn incense and worship Buddha during the Spring Festival, which is enough to make a lot of money for shops and businesses located at the foot of the mountain.

This is also a kind of relying on mountains and rivers.

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

He is going to look at the old gentleman's tombstone.

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

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

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

There are some sundries inside, including the tools used by Mr. Zhao when he was working, which are stacked disorderly, which means that future generations do not intend to inherit this craft.

Now everyone makes a card that can shine. Who is willing to use this? I worked hard and didn't make much money.

"Hoo..." the middle-aged man breathed at several plaques on the ground and said, "look, 200 yuan a pair, you can take it away if you like it, even if you don't like it."

Obviously, the middle-aged man has little confidence in whether he can give away these plaques.

Zhou Ze went over to have a look,

The first plaque reads:

"Life and death are destiny, and wealth is in heaven."

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

The next one reads:

"People know that ghosts are terrible, and ghosts know that people are malicious."

Zhou Ze was slightly stunned. He was a little sensitive to this.

The middle-aged man didn't sigh this time, because he knew that he would die directly. Who opened a shop and hung this at the door when he was full?

Third officer:

"Listen to it, and I hear it."

Zhou Ze laughed,

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

After all, one is satisfied.