Chapter 41

Xu Qinglang and the female corpse, including the middle-aged couple, came out. The middle-aged couple had a happy face. Obviously, with the help of the female corpse, they grabbed touxiang.

Whether it works or not, it's a good sign.

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

The woman's face was not very good-looking. When everyone walked back together, she fell behind alone.

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

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

Mother Xu's skin is very precious. How can she accept such smoke?

However, Xu Qinglang regretted after saying this proposal.

In this group,

There is a zombie and a living dead man who doesn't eat human fireworks,

Think of the picture when eating, these two people just sat there motionless, like clay figurines in the temple enjoying fireworks.

I have no appetite for this picture.

"You go, let's go back first." Zhou Ze said.

"That's so funny." Said the middle-aged man.

"It's all right, uncle. Let's go to eat. They take a walk by themselves."

Xu Qinglang took the middle-aged couple away.

Zhou Ze was not in a hurry to take a taxi and walked along the small road with the female corpse.

The weather began to get warmer and the evening 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 always unhappy.

"Uncomfortable." The female corpse replied.

"Haven't menopause yet?"

Twohundred years.

"........" female corpse.

After a moment of silence, the female corpse said, "several statues in the Confucian temple are staring at me. It feels strange."

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

"Well." The corpse nodded.

"Do you think they dislike you?"

"Well." The female corpse continued to nod.

"Do you think you shouldn't have gone to that place because you are a zombie?"

"Well." The female corpse still nodded.

"The sage advocated that there should be no classes." Zhou Ze smiled, stretched out his hand and patted the female corpse on the head, saying, "you are a zombie, a kind of existence that people hate ghosts, but you go to the Confucian temple to help people burn incense, and you also contribute incense popularity to them.

You think they're looking at you,

Maybe it's because you're special, so they're paying attention to you.

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

Of course, it is also possible that they are originally a pile of mud, and their eyes are said to be pinched out with donkey excrement balls, because they look more flexible and shiny.

Everything, just you give yourself psychological pressure. "

"But if they are really looking at me, if they really have a problem with me..." the female corpse still hesitates.

"Then they don't deserve to be worshipped in the temple as the saints of laoshizi!"

Zhou Ze has a sound on the ground,

"The saint enjoys the worship of incense for thousands of years. If he doesn't even have this kind of spirit, what face does he have to lick and sit on the temple altar table?

There is nothing to be afraid of a fake saint. "

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

"That's." Zhou Ze enjoys the flattery of his maid.

"But boss, you are a ghost, and you have a definite number. For ordinary people, the involvement may be small, but for you, it's different.

In addition, you are running a bookstore and belong to the line of sage's luck. It's really bad for you to be so disgusted with saints. "

The female corpse rarely spoke these words with Zhou Ze. In the past, she was eager for Zhou Ze to die;

Jump, jump, jump yourself to death. I happen to collect your body, and then take off your nails and grind them into powder to make tea as pearl powder,

Oh no, feed the pigs!

"That'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:

"In my last life, I treated patients and saved people, didn't accept red envelopes, didn't lose the bottom line, and always adhered to medical ethics.

In this life, even if I became a ghost, I didn't do anything wrong after reviving the soul with a corpse.

What are you afraid of? "

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

The female corpse heard the words, and her eyes were deep in thought.

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

The two of them continued to walk aimlessly. The evening wind was cool, but it was very pleasant.

Finally, the female corpse stopped and asked, "boss, where are you going?"

Zhou Ze stopped and subconsciously looked around, stunned to find that he actually walked into the door of a community.

Familiar environment,

Familiar reception room,

In the familiar reception room, the guard who stealthily sleeps at night and is absent from work,

Familiar express delivery cabinets.

He was walking like this,

Naturally walk back to the community where you used to live.

Although he has been in the bookstore for a month, subconsciously, this is his home.

When he grew up in the orphanage, he understood the meaning of home better, and at the same time, he was more persistent about the house.

Fortunately, when he bought a house, the house price in Tongcheng didn't rise so outrageously. It's also because he couldn't wait to be a house slave after he joined the work. Instead, he picked up a watermelon, which made his colleagues who bought a house later envy him.

However, Zhou Ze can't even retrieve his previous wechat and QQ. There's no way to verify his mobile phone. Find friends in the list to help you verify it. Either he is treated as a psycho by others or he scares others to death.

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

Zhou Ze is not averse to 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?" The female corpse suggested.

"It has been sold." Zhou Ze sighed.

"I'll revisit my hometown."

Zhou Ze nodded and walked over.

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

Zhou Ze walked to the door of a house. The door was still that door. The buyer should not have time to redecorate it?

Even the mat at the door hasn't changed.

And the cactus placed at the door is also there.

Zhou Ze reached out and felt under the jar and found a key.

At that time, I was often called out of the emergency department of the hospital at night, and I forgot my mobile phone or key many times. Therefore, his spare key was put here, so I couldn't get into the house.

With a try mentality, insert the key and twist it.

"Click..."

The door is unlocked.

The door was not changed,

Didn't you change the lock?

Zhou Ze was a little surprised. He pushed the door open and turned on the light.

The furnishings in the living room are business as usual.

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

"Boss, is it the same as before?" The female corpse asked.

"Well, this is also the strangest thing for me."

It's really the same as before,

But this does not conform to common sense.

After buying a house, shouldn't ordinary people throw away all the things used by the dead?

How can you keep it all the time, and save it all, not too unlucky?

Maybe it's the person who took over his house and just used it for investment? Don't you really live by yourself?

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

Every time I get home tired, watch TV and cook a little supper, my life is compact, but it is also full.

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

"Boss, have you been dead for more than half a year?"

"Seven months."

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

"But it's so clean here that it doesn't look like nobody has lived here for seven months." The female corpse warned.

Zhou Ze nodded. Indeed, it is very clean here. Someone should clean it regularly.

But it's hard for Zhou Ze to imagine that the people who bought their own house were so lazy that they didn't lose anything or change anything, and even kept the door lock.

Zhou Ze opened the bedroom door and found that even his bedding and sheets were used by himself before.

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

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

If,

If all the furnishings are really the same.

The female corpse went to take a bath. She loves cleanliness very much. Women love cleanliness originally. In her previous life, she was a lady of a family. She had been lying in the coffin for 200 years and couldn't take a bath. How uncomfortable.

So she basically washed it in the morning and at night, wasting Zhou Ze a lot of water.

But at the thought that she worked as a waiter in her shop and didn't ask for money, Zhou Ze also endured.

Pulling up the curtains, Zhou Ze stood on the balcony and looked at the bright lights in front of him at night.

here,

It's his home.

It hasn't changed,

But it no longer belongs to me.

the things are still there , but men are no more the same ones,

Things are different from people in the real sense.

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

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

Just as he threw the baby into hell to wait for reincarnation,

He is now deeply aware that,

As a living man, his nostalgia for Yang is really difficult to describe in words.

Even for myself, I have an impulse to buy my house again.

As for money,

With his ability, he really needs to make some money against the rules,

Is it difficult?

This impulse was finally suppressed. Zhou Ze knew that this was a road of no return. It was Pandora's box. Once it was opened, he would definitely be unable to stop.

Zhou Ze thinks he is a self disciplined person, but don't try to test "human integrity" whenever it can be avoided.

"Click..."

Surprisingly,

There was the sound of the key entering the lock from the door.

Is the master back?

Zhou Ze turned around and walked back to the living room from the balcony. He was thinking about how to explain to the host that he was in this room now, but he was not too nervous.

After all, he is a ghost at least. If he is finally caught at the police station for breaking into private houses,

This is too bad for yourself, isn't it?

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

After all, this is his former home.

But when the door was pushed open,

Come in,

It was actually a familiar figure.

Dr. Lin stood at the door and looked at Zhou Ze standing in the living room. His face showed shock and panic, saying:

"You... Why are you here?"

Zhou Ze was also speechless for a while,

Who bought his own house,

Is it Dr. Lin?

"Listen to me." Lin wanqiu.

"Listen to me." Zhou Ze.

The two said this sentence together,

For Lin wanqiu, she was very flustered because she felt that Zhou Ze had found evidence of his "spiritual infidelity",

When she found this place, she was his wife, but she bought the house left by another man and kept cleaning it. Because of that man, she refused to live with him as a husband and wife.

Dr. Lin felt that he was very unreasonable.

Fortunately, this embarrassing atmosphere did not last long,

Because something more embarrassing happened,

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

As she spoke, the female corpse came out wrapped in a bath towel,

Here we are,

In the living room,

Standing in the late autumn of Zhou Ze and Lin,

middle.