Xu Qinglang, the female corpse and the middle-aged couple all came out. The middle-aged couple had happy faces. Obviously, with the help of the female corpse, they got the first incense.
Whether it works or not, it's always a good sign.
Even parents who are not superstitious will give their children a rice dumpling and a rice cake before their children take a big exam, which means "gao zong" (high school).
The female corpse's face looked a little ugly. When everyone walked back together, she was left behind alone.
"Let's go for a midnight snack, how about barbecue?" Xu Qinglang suggested.
He owns a restaurant, but he won't let himself prepare barbecue late at night;
Madam Xu's skin is very precious, how can she bear such smoke and fire
However, Xu Qinglang regretted it after he made this suggestion.
In this group of people,
There is a zombie, and there is a living dead who does not care about the world.
Think of the scene during dinner, with the two of them just sitting there motionless, like clay statues in a temple enjoying fireworks.
Just thinking about this scene makes me lose my appetite.
"You guys go, we'll go back first." Zhou Ze said.
"That's embarrassing." said the middle-aged man.
"It's okay, uncle, let's go eat, and the couple can take a walk by themselves."
Xu Qinglang took the middle-aged couple away.
Zhou Ze didn't rush to take a taxi. He walked along a small road with few people with the female corpse.
The weather is starting to get warmer and the nights aren't as cold as before.
"What's wrong?" Zhou Ze asked the female corpse.
The female corpse was in a depressed mood after walking out of the Confucian Temple.
"Uncomfortable." replied the female corpse.
"You haven't menopause yet?"
It’s been two hundred years.
“… … ” Female corpse.
After a moment of silence, the female corpse finally spoke: "Several statues in the Confucian Temple are staring at me. It feels weird."
"Do you think they are looking at you?" Zhou Ze asked.
"Yeah." The female corpse nodded.
"You think they dislike you?"
"Yeah." The female corpse continued to nod.
"You think that because you're a zombie, you shouldn't have gone there in the first place?"
"Yeah." The female corpse nodded.
"The saints advocate that there should be no discrimination in education." Zhou Ze smiled, stretched out his hand and patted the female corpse on the head, saying: "You are a zombie, a kind of existence hated by humans and ghosts, but you go to the Confucian Temple to help people burn incense, and you also contribute to their popularity.
You feel like they are looking at you.
Maybe it's because you are special that they are paying attention to you.
It's like a Husky suddenly appears among a group of prairie wolves. Anyone would take a second look, right
Of course, it is also possible that they are originally a pile of clay, and their eyes are said to be made of donkey dung balls because this makes them look more lively and lustrous.
Everything is just the psychological pressure you put on yourself."
"But what if they are really looking at me? If they really have something against me..." The female corpse was still a little hesitant.
"Then they don't deserve to be worshipped in the temple as saints!"
Zhou Ze spoke with great force.
"A saint enjoys incense and offerings for thousands of generations. If he doesn't even have this much magnanimity, how can he have the nerve to sit on the altar in the temple
What is there to be afraid of a false saint? "
The female corpse looked at Zhou Ze with a smile on her face, and said, "Boss, what you just said was really domineering."
"That's right." Zhou Ze enjoyed the flattery of his maid.
“But boss, you are a ghost messenger, and there is a destiny in the dark. For ordinary people, the involvement may not be great, but for you, it is different.
Besides, you run a bookstore, which is a business that is blessed by the saints. It is really not good for you to criticize the saints like this."
It was rare for the female corpse to speak these words from the bottom of her heart to Zhou Ze. In the past, she would have hoped that Zhou Ze would die.
Dance, dance, dance yourself to death so I can collect your body, and then I can remove your nails, grind them into powder and use it as pearl powder to make tea.
Oh no, feed the pigs!
"As I said, if you don't do bad things, you don't have to fear ghosts... The saint is knocking on the door."
Zhou Ze looked up at the street light and continued:
"In my previous life, I cured illnesses and saved lives. I never accepted red envelopes, never compromised, and always upheld medical ethics.
Even if he became a ghost in this life, he would never do anything wrong after returning to life.
What is there to be afraid of? "
Zhou Ze took a deep breath and repeated, "There's nothing to be afraid of."
Upon hearing this, the female corpse looked thoughtful.
Zhou Ze's words were not a chuunibyou declaration, but more like a warning to himself.
The two continued to walk forward aimlessly. The evening breeze was cool, but very pleasant.
Finally, the female corpse stopped and asked, "Boss, where are you going?"
Zhou Ze stopped and looked around subconsciously, and was surprised to find that he had walked into the entrance of a residential community.
Familiar environment,
The familiar message room,
The familiar guard in the message room who was absent from work and slept at night,
Familiar express delivery cabinet.
He was walking like this.
I walked naturally back to the neighborhood where I used to live.
Although he has been in the bookstore for a month, subconsciously, this is his home.
Having grown up in an orphanage, he understands the meaning of home better and is more obsessed with houses.
Fortunately, when he bought the house, the housing prices in Tongcheng had not risen to the outrageous levels they do later. Also, because he couldn't wait to become a house slave after he started working, he ended up getting a good deal, which made his colleagues who bought houses later very envious.
However, Zhou Ze is now unable to retrieve even his previous WeChat and QQ accounts. There is no way to verify via mobile phone, and if he asks friends in the list to help him verify, he will either be treated as a psychopath or scare 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 name.
Zhou Ze didn't mind this approach, after all, he had no other relatives alive.
"This is my former home." Zhou Ze said to the female corpse.
"Then, let's go up and take a look?" suggested the female corpse.
"It has been sold." Zhou Ze sighed.
“Just like revisiting an old place.”
Zhou Ze nodded and walked over.
I entered Unit 2 of Building 8, took the elevator, and reached the fifth floor.
Zhou Ze walked to a door. The door was still the same. The buyer probably didn’t have time to redecorate it, right
Even the doormat remained the same.
And the cactus placed at the door is also there.
Zhou Ze reached out, felt under the jar, and pulled out a key.
At that time, he was often called to the hospital for emergency treatment at night, and many times he forgot to bring his cell phone or keys, so he placed his spare key here to avoid being unable to get into the house.
Just to give it a try, I inserted the key and twisted it.
"Click..."
The door is unlocked.
The door was not changed.
Didn't you change the locks
Zhou Ze was a little surprised. He pushed open the door and turned on the light.
The furnishings in the living room remain the same.
Zhou Ze even saw his own slippers. He changed into them and walked in. The female corpse followed him in.
"Boss, are you still the same as before?" asked the female corpse.
“Well, this is also the most strange thing for me.”
It's still the same as before,
But this doesn't make sense.
After buying a house, shouldn’t ordinary people throw away all the things used by the dead person
How is it possible that they are still kept and all preserved without thinking it is unlucky
Perhaps, the person who took over his house was just using it as an investment, not really living in it
Zhou Ze sat down on the sofa, as if at this moment, he had become himself again.
Every time I return home tired, I watch TV and cook some midnight snack. My life is tight but fulfilling.
The female corpse went to boil some tea, poured a cup for Zhou Ze, and then said:
"Boss, you've been dead for more than half a year, right?"
"Seven months."
Zhou Ze replied, but why does this conversation feel a bit strange
"But this place is so clean. It doesn't look like no one has lived here for seven months." the female corpse reminded.
Zhou Ze nodded. Indeed, this place was very clean. Someone must be cleaning it regularly.
But it was hard for Zhou Ze to imagine that someone who bought his own house would be so lazy as to not throw away or replace anything, and even keep the door lock.
Zhou Ze pushed open the bedroom door and found that even his bedding and sheets were the ones he used before.
"Boss, I'm going to take a shower. I've been stared at for so long by those old guys in the Confucian Temple. I'm covered in goose bumps."
"Go ahead and turn on the water heater first." Zhou Ze reminded, "The bath towel is in the kitchen cabinet at the bathroom door."
if,
If everything is really the same as before.
The female corpse went to take a bath. She was very clean. Women love cleanliness. She was a lady from a wealthy family in her previous life. It must be so uncomfortable for her to lie in a coffin for two hundred years without being able to take a bath.
So she basically washed once in the morning and once in the evening, wasting a lot of Zhou Ze's water money.
But when he thought that she worked as a waitress in his store and didn't ask for any wages, Zhou Ze endured it.
Pulling the curtains, Zhou Ze stood on the balcony, looking at the flickering lights in front of him at night.
here,
It's his home.
It hasn't changed.
But it no longer belongs to me.
Things are different,
In the true sense, things and people have changed.
Taking out a cigarette, lighting it, Zhou Ze blew out a puff of smoke ring.
He felt a little lost in his heart. He thought he should be able to let it go, but actually he couldn't.
Just as he personally threw that baby into hell to wait for reincarnation,
He now realizes that
As a living person, his attachment to the world of the living is really hard to describe in words.
Even I have an urge to buy back my house at this moment.
As for money,
With his ability, if he really wanted to make some money illegally,
Is it difficult
This impulse was finally suppressed. Zhou Ze knew that this was a road of no return, a Pandora's box. Once opened, he would definitely not be able to stop.
Zhou Ze feels that he is a self-disciplined person, but no matter when, he should avoid it, he will not try to test his "human ethics".
"Click..."
Surprisingly,
There was the sound of a key turning in the lock from the other side of the door.
The master is back
Zhou Ze turned around and walked back to the living room from the balcony. He was thinking about how to explain to the owner that he was in this room, but he was not too nervous.
No matter what, he is a ghost messenger after all. If he is finally caught by the police station for trespassing,
Isn't this too much of a punishment for yourself
Self-discipline is self-discipline, but there is no need to be self-abusive.
After all, this was his former home.
But when the door was opened,
Walking in,
It turned out to be a familiar figure.
Doctor Lin stood at the door, looking at Zhou Ze standing in the living room, with a look of shock and panic on his face, and said:
"You... why are you here?"
Zhou Ze was also speechless for a moment.
Buy your own house.
It’s Doctor Lin
"Let me explain." Lin Wanqiu.
"Let me explain." Zhou Ze.
The two of them said this together.
Lin Wanqiu was very flustered because she felt that Zhou Ze had discovered evidence of her "mental infidelity".
She found this place and realized that she was his wife, but she bought a house left by another man and had been cleaning and tidying up the place. Because of that man, she refused to have sex with him.
Doctor Lin felt that he was in the wrong.
Fortunately, this awkward atmosphere did not last long.
Because something even more embarrassing happened.
"Boss, I accidentally got my clothes wet."
The female corpse came out wrapped in a bath towel while talking.
Arrived,
In the living room,
Standing between Zhou Ze and Lin Wanqiu,
middle.