C88 A dying man

I said to the Mr. Zhao, "Are you joking? Buy white paper to make clothes? "

Mr. Zhao said, "To ghosts, sometimes paper clothes are more realistic."

I looked at Xia Xin. She didn't object, so I agreed.

I have a habit now. When Xia Xin makes her suggestions, I'll look at Mr. Zhao. When Mr. Zhao makes his suggestion, I will look at Xia Xin. To put it more narcissistically, I feel like an emperor playing with balance power.

Mr. Zhao walked into the small shop and said loudly: "Do you have white paper? Give me two. "

The woman was watching TV. She didn't even raise her head as she said, "Look for yourself."

Mr. Zhao choked, then turned around and said to me: "You're right, this family is not to be trifled with."

After that, he went to the shelf to look for it himself. Finally, he saw a roll of white paper on top of the shelf, from which he pulled out two pieces.

The woman glanced at him and said coldly, "Five yuan."

The Mr. Zhao was unhappy: "Why don't you just rob them? Two pieces of white paper for five dollars? Are you made of gold? "

The woman was also angered, "Don't you see how big of a piece of white paper this is? It's enough to wrap you in the body. "

When Mr. Zhao heard this, he did not try to argue anymore. He turned around and said, "Eldest Nephew, it's not good to negotiate. Take out the money."

It's the first time I've met someone negotiating prices in a grocery store. I think it's very embarrassing. So he took out the money.

It was the same fifty that the four old men had once despised.

The woman took it, examined it, and then handed me a wad of money.

I put it in my pocket and hastily pulled Mr. Zhao away.

Mr. Zhao suddenly slapped his forehead and said to me, "I forgot to buy the scissors."

I took out the money again and said unhappily, "Can I buy it somewhere else? This service is too poor. "

Then I was stunned because I saw a fake money in that wad of money. The counterfeit money was worth ten yuan, exactly the same as the real money. There were no flaws in the color pattern, except that the profile picture was of a king with a crown on his head, while the issuing bank was that of the Paradise Bank.

I took out the money and said to Mr. Zhao: "Isn't this bullying?"

Mr. Zhao said: "Let's go, I'll help you vent your anger."

Xia Xin had been following behind us the entire time. She didn't say anything and just crossed her arms as she watched. I felt that it was too embarrassing today.

Mr. Zhao held the money and walked into the canteen, asking loudly: "How much are the scissors?"

The woman said coldly, "Ten."

Mr. Zhao slammed the paper money on the table, "Just nice, I want a handful."

The woman glanced at him and said with a fake smile, "Are you going to die? "Use paper money to buy things."

I pointed at the woman and said, "Call your man out."

The woman's face turned green as she asked, "What are you doing?"

I said, "I don't want to hit a woman and have your man come out and play with me."

The Mr. Zhao pulled me back, "Forget it, forget it. We don't want to bicker with someone who's about to die. "

The woman's expression changed instantly. "Who are you cursing?"

Mr. Zhao laughed and said, "I don't have a curse, I was just joking."

The more he said it, the angrier the woman became. She scolded after us until Xia Xin got tired of it and kicked over the shelves. The room became quiet.

I walked out onto the street and rubbed my temples. "What do you think happened? I just want to buy something and get angry at it. "

Mr. Zhao said, "Don't worry, she's not venting her anger at you."

I said in wonder, "Why aren't you venting your anger at me? We went in to buy something. Isn't it about customers or God? How come she doesn't have a nose and eyes? "

Mr. Zhao said: "Eldest Nephew, why don't you forgive me? The other party was on the verge of death, so of course, he was in a bad mood. You're too unkind. "

I asked in bewilderment, "You're cursing others to be kind-hearted?"

The Mr. Zhao said, "I did not curse her. The woman looked very healthy and her face was rosy. At this time, people all had their own feelings. She might not understand the reason, but she's just feeling annoyed and wanted to get angry for some inexplicable reason. "

I nodded my head doubtfully.

Mr. Zhao said, "You think she intentionally gave you that piece of paper money? Actually, it wasn't. It was just that she was starting to hallucinate. Every day, he would be in a trance and treat paper money as real money. But ask her later, and she'll recognize the money again. Because right now, she is still not dead. "

I looked at Xia Xin, who nodded.

I said, "Well, for the sake of her death, I won't bother with her. I'll accept the loss of ten dollars. "

Mr. Zhao laughed, "What loss? "You didn't lose out." Then, he took out a pair of scissors from his pocket. He didn't know when he had stolen it.

Right now, I am truly in awe of Mr. Zhao.

We walked around the Fengxiang a few times, looking for a place to eat. Finally, he saw a small restaurant. The restaurant was small and run-down. If it wasn't for the sign outside, I wouldn't even know what it was like inside.

The three of us went in. There was only a wooden table and two benches. Other than that, there was also a deck chair. There was a skinny old man sitting on it, listening to the radio with his eyes closed.

I coughed and said to the old man, "Is this a restaurant?"

The old man raised his head and looked at us in surprise. "You want to eat?"

I nodded my head in confusion.

The old man immediately said, "Sit down, we're about to start eating. What do you want to eat?" He was so enthusiastic that I always thought there was something fishy about it.

The old man rushed to the kitchen and brought a menu over. The menu was actually a cigarette case cut and flattened out, with some names written on it with a pen.

Mr. Zhao said, "I'm starving. Let me see what is good for me." He snatched up the menu and stared at it without speaking.

I anxiously asked, "Second Uncle, what's going on?"

Mr. Zhao scratched his head, "There's … "What?"

I said, "Tell me the names of the dishes."

Mr. Zhao immediately said: "Steamed lamb, Steamed Bear Palm, Steamed Deer Tail, Roasted Duck, Roasted Chicken, Roasted Goose, Roasted Goose, Roasted Pork, Roasted Duck, Soy Chicken, Dried Pork."

I was stunned and looked around the shop again. "Are you sure this is the food on the menu?"

Mr. Zhao said, "There's no such thing on the menu. I said that I'm used to it." Then he coughed, cleared his throat, and began to read to the menu: "Hand roll, one bowl."

I nodded. "Cheap."

Mr. Zhao read again, "Stir-Fried Pancakes, piece by piece."

I nodded. "It's a good deal. "Where's the meat?"

Mr. Zhao's voice became louder and louder, "Fried meat pie, one and a half yuan."

I praised, "The price is pretty low. "What else?"

Mr. Zhao said, "There's nothing else."

I was stunned. "There's no other dishes?"

Mr. Zhao handed me the menu. "Yes."

I took it and looked at it. It was gone. I looked at the back again.

The old man didn't feel awkward and asked us, "What do you want to eat?"

I said, "Then let me fry the bread."

The old man asked Xia Xin, "What about you?"

Xia Xin said, "I just need to eat some steamed buns. It's cold."

The old man was a little confused, but he still nodded in agreement.

When he reached Mr. Zhao, he whispered something to the old man in a secretive manner.

Although the old man was a little surprised, he still agreed. After that, he looked at Mr. Zhao with some sympathy and then looked at me with disdain. Then he went to the kitchen.

I asked Mr. Zhao, slightly injured, "What did you tell him? Why is he looking at me like that? "

Mr. Zhao said, "I said that you have an obsession with cleanliness. Tell him to wash his hands while he is cooking."

I helplessly said, "If you like being clean, then just say it. Why are you using me as a shield?"

Mr. Zhao glared at him. "I'm your second uncle, I'm using you now, what's wrong with using you?"

With Xia Xin here, I have no way to refute her.

The old man cooked rather quickly. It was only ten minutes, but my food was already served. The fragrance of the fried bread assails my nostrils. Xia Xin, who was nibbling on a steamed bun at the side, came close to me to smell it …

Finally, the Mr. Zhao's food also came. Half a bowl of cold porridge, some hard steamed buns and half a plate of pickled vegetables.

The old man said to the Mr. Zhao, "There aren't enough pancakes. This is the leftovers from the morning meal, eat it."

Mr. Zhao asked: "You didn't eat this, right?"

The old man said, "It was taken out of the pot."

Mr. Zhao nodded and started to eat.

At this moment, Xia Xin came over and whispered into my ear, "Guess what your second uncle said to that old man in a mysterious manner before we ate?"

I was a little puzzled. "Didn't you tell the old man to clean up?"

Xia Xin shook her head, "I don't think so."

I asked, "What do you think they said?"

Xia Xin said faintly, "For example … Let the old man cook him a cold meal. "No meat."

I was shocked and whispered, "Are you suspecting my second uncle?"

Xia Xin said, "I don't suspect him. Have you ever seen him eat meat? Have you ever seen him eat hot food? I am a living corpse, I admit. He may not be alive. "

I was silent for a while before I whispered, "I touched his chest before. It made my heart beat."

Xia Xin rolled his eyes, "Is a person alive with a heartbeat? If I was awake, I could simulate a heartbeat. "

I said in surprise, "Really? "Let me try."

I stretched my hand out halfway. Seeing that Xia Xin's gaze was getting more and more unfriendly, I laughed dryly and retracted my hand. "I was just joking."

On the surface, I was smiling mischievously, but my heart wasn't at ease because when I thought back to what I had experienced recently, Mr. Zhao really hadn't eaten superheated food. Even though he had all sorts of reasons for it, he had never eaten it before either. From beginning to end, there was always the possibility that he was not a living person.

Just as I was lost in my thoughts, Mr. Zhao suddenly pressed down on my head and said in a low voice, "Eat your food. Don't raise your head. Don't speak."

I was startled and didn't know what had happened. At that moment, I heard footsteps walking into the store from outside.