In July and a half, the gate of hell opens.
Column after column of the Underworld Express slowly arrived at the station, and the ghosts under Feng Du stood aside with loudspeakers and shouted: "Don't squeeze, don't grab the road! Take your time one by one! Be careful not to fall into the cracks! It's not easy to salvage! Go inside the yellow line!"
The Ghost Festival is the Spring Festival in the underworld. In order to meet this spooky version of the Spring Festival, Feng Du has not slept well for a month, and his hairline is almost behind his head, and he is increasingly similar to his programmers.
He touched his hair, and couldn't help but look at the meticulous oil on Pi Xiu's head beside him, and couldn't help but ask, "How many pounds of wax did you use, I just saw that the wind didn't blow you away? Hair is messed up."
Pixiu glanced at him. "I didn't use hair wax."
Feng Du was taken aback: "What is it used for? It won't be 502, right?"
Pixiu didn't say anything but just looked at him, Feng Du felt suffocated: "How are you going to wash your hair? Just shave it off?"
"We'll talk about it later." Pi adjusted the collar of his suit and asked, "Do you think I'm decent?"
Feng Du looked up and down: "Wearing a three-piece suit in a woolen suit in the high temperature of 40 degrees in August, you are too decent."
"Actually, my shirt is soaked with sweat, but I can't help it. Wen Xi and his family seem to value these things very much." Pi Xiu pulled his tie with a dark face: "Damn, I'm so hot."
Feng Du turned his face and looked at Wen Xi who was sitting on the sofa chatting with his sister: "He asked you to dress like this?"
"No, he told me to be normal. Didn't you see that he didn't say a word to me just now?" Pi Xiu wiped the sweat from his forehead with a tissue, looked down at the yellow foundation on the paper and cursed again: "Master's foundation is off, grass!"
Feng Du kindly asked: "Have you made loose powder, I still have some prickly heat powder here, you can make do with it."
"Can that be the same?" Pixiu wiped it again: "Isn't this what it means to be waterproof and sweat-proof? That's it? False propaganda is designed to cheat women out of money."
"To be honest, even if you paint your face, you won't be able to stop the sweat from dripping down like rain." Feng Du looked at Pi Xiu's mottled face and couldn't help but say, "For the happiness of your family. , for the mental health of your father-in-law, please go wash your face and remove your makeup."
Pi Xiu adjusted his face in the mirror and found that he was unable to return to the sky and was about to remove his makeup when the door was suddenly pushed open, Feng Du's Yin soldier saluted Feng Du, "Boss, the car is coming."
Wen Xi and Wen Qian on the sofa stood up and walked out. Pi Xiu's hands froze as he touched his face, but he followed behind with a large gift bag and a small suit in a woolen suit.
He was dressed up and shuttled among the ghosts and was avoided one after another. He wore wool in the high temperature in August, and he was afraid of ghosts.
Feng Du followed him and asked in a low voice, "Lao Pi, what did you mention?"
"Wine and cigarettes, I read on Baidu that the old man always mentioned these when he came to the door." Pixiu stood in front of the car door that was about to open, a little uneasy, he called Wen Xi, and when he saw him, he turned his head and asked, "I am now How does it look?"
Wen Xi was stunned when he saw his face, but seeing his nervous look, he was angry and funny, so he could only say, "Don't be nervous, my parents and grandpa don't eat people."
"It doesn't matter if they eat people or not." Pixiu wanted to say something, but the car door was slowly opening.
A middle-aged couple walked in the front, and a beautiful woman in the back helped an old man out. Wen Xi stood there for a while, not knowing how to react.
Seeing this, Wen Qian reminded in a low voice, "Little brother, hurry up."
Only then did Wen Xi react, and hurriedly took two steps forward, and called out to her father and mother with red eyes, and finally looked at the old man and said, "Grandpa..."
Old Man Wen's eyes were red but he didn't cry. He looked at Wen Xi and said, "Don't cry, how can a boy from my Wen family cry because of such a trivial matter."
"What kind of trivial thing is this?" Empress Wen, who was supporting him, laughed: "Grandpa himself is happy with red eyes, but Huaiyu is not allowed to shed two tears. It can be seen that only the state officials are allowed to set fire and the people are not allowed to light the lights."
When the middle-aged couple saw that Wen Qian's body was transparent, they quickly stepped forward. Mrs. Wen looked at her and asked, "Girl Qian, what's wrong with you?"
Wen Qian smiled: "It's okay, it's just a small problem with my body."
She took a step aside, revealing Taoti, who, like Pixiu, was wearing oily hair and carrying the same gift of tobacco and alcohol. Wen Qian smiled at her parents and said, "Father, mother, this is my husband Tao Ti."
Both of them were stunned for a moment and looked at Tao Ti. Father Wen frowned and asked, "Do you want to marry my daughter?"
"Father, we are already husband and wife." Wen Qian smiled and glanced at Tao Ti: "Hurry up and call someone."
Tao Ti was too nervous, and called Mrs. Wen his father and Wen's father his mother. Pixiu listened to the funny side, gloating over the misfortune, Tao Ti, your big asshole has today.
Wen Xi took his hand and stood in front of Mr. Wen: "Grandpa, this is Pixiu, it's me... mine... "
He didn't know how to describe the relationship between the two for a while, but Mr. Wen took the initiative to see it, stretched out his hand and gestured for Wen Xi to stop talking.
The old man raised his chin towards Pixiu: "Look up and have a look."
Pi Xiu raised his head and looked at the old man. The two looked at each other for a while. The old man's expression was as usual, but Empress Wen, who was next to him, immediately changed his face, lowered his head and started to laugh.
The old man cleared his throat: "It's been hot all the way."
Pixiu thought about it and said, "It's okay, it's not too hot."
When the old man choked, he thought that your face is covered with white pieces, why are you still stubborn? He took a breath and was a little annoyed by Pixiu's insincereness, and deliberately asked, "What's wrong with your face, it's white and black."
Pi Xiu paused for a while, and suddenly a flash of inspiration suddenly blurted out: "The sun is too much and the skin is peeling."
Queen Wen couldn't help but covered her mouth and laughed. Old Man Wen looked at Wen Xi and then at Pi Xiu. It took him a long time to squeeze out a sentence: "It's interesting to talk about this kid."
Feng Du coughed and said to Pixiu with a smirk, "Okay, don't stand outside talking, just go back."
Wen Xi and Queen Wen supported the old man to go out. Wen Qian took Tao Ti and walked with her parents. Mrs. Wen observed Tao Ti's attitude towards Wen Qian. With a smile, he asked, "Xiao Tao, how old are you now?"
Tao Ti was stunned for a moment and said honestly, "It's almost ten thousand years old."
Mrs. Wen: …
When Father Wen heard this, his face immediately darkened. He turned to look at Pi Xiu next to him, thinking that this should be normal. He cleared his throat and tried to ask kindly, "Little Pi, how old are you this year?"
Pixiu was sweating while carrying the gift, and when he heard the question from his father-in-law, he quickly stood at attention and said, "I'm almost ten thousand years old this year, so I'm a few years older than Tao Qi."
Father: …
The old man Wen who was being supported suddenly broke away from his grandchildren's hands. He felt that he was not very old, and his waist and legs immediately regained strength. He walked to Pi Xiu's side and walked side by side with him.
After all, he is only 600 years old, and he can still be considered a young adult in front of his grandson-in-law and granddaughter-in-law, who is almost 10,000 years old. He must not be stage fright.
Empress Wen glanced at the eyelid repair, and couldn't help but stretched out her hand and pulled Wen Xi to her side and asked, "You were with him, and Qian Niang didn't scold you?"
"No, he treats me well, what is the second sister doing to scold me?" Wen Xi smiled and took the elder sister's hand, stared at her for a while and said, "Sister, you have wrinkles around your eyes."
Empress Wen reached out and patted his face, and said angrily, "I don't know what to say when I see it, so I said I'm old, I'm so much older than you, isn't it strange that I don't have wrinkles?"
She raised her hand to touch her eyes, and stretched out a little bit of Wenxi's nose: "It's okay to have wrinkles. For you and Qianniang, my eyes are going to cry."
Queen Wen squeezed Wenxi's hand: "Sister hasn't married a sweetheart. Now that you and Qianniang are like this, I'm finally relieved."
Pi Xiu and Prime Minister Wen raced all the way. When they got to the car, Pi Xiu took the initiative to open the car door and asked the old man to get in first. This time, instead of driving a BMW, he chose the high-capacity Wuling Hongguang, and packed a car in one go and hit the road.
The old man sat on the co-pilot and looked out the window at the woman riding a bicycle over him. He couldn't help turning his head to look at Pixiu and said, "You can drive faster."
Pi Xiu concentrated on being steady: "It's okay, slow down and be safe."
Wen Xi couldn't help coughing: "You drive a little faster, it's too slow now."
"It's alright, don't be nervous, our family is a ghost, even if there is a car accident, we won't die again!" The old man motioned Pi Xiu to relax, and Wen Jiayong followed,
Pixiu laughed and stepped on the accelerator: "You can still look quite wide."
"That's right, I've been dead for five or six hundred years and still can't see it. I have to become a ghost." Old Man Wen felt the speed of the car, and said lightly: "To be honest, the old man is still an old kart player in the underworld, and he has won a trophy. , Your speed in front of me is not enough to see."
The nearly seven-hundred-year-old old man will never admit defeat in front of his ten-thousand-year-old grandson-in-law!
When Pixiu heard the fighting spirit, he stepped on the accelerator and immediately accelerated. Queen Wen couldn't help holding Wen Xi's hand again, and asked in a low voice, "Does Qianniang know that his brain is a little out of whack?"
Wen Xi laughed dryly: "He has a good brain, really, sister."
"I can't see it." Queen Wen frowned, and then looked at the second brother-in-law who stuttered and introduced to his parents that his advantage was that he could eat.
How can one or two not look very smart.
The car was parked at the door of the restaurant. As soon as Mr. Wen opened the door, he was dumbfounded, and one leg was hanging in the air, not knowing whether to land or retract it.
A banner with red and yellow characters was pulled at the door of the restaurant, with a letter—
Warmly welcome grandpa, mother and sister Wenxi home!
Several inflatable arches are also written with welcome and warm welcome, and even Cao Cao has red ribbons hanging on his body, standing by the door as a fortune tree swaying in the wind.
When Wu Wu saw someone got off the bus, he immediately clapped his plastic slap and stood at the door and started shouting, "Welcome! Warm welcome!"
In his 600-year-old life, Mr. Wen had never experienced such a scene. He patted Pixiu on the shoulder emotionally and was speechless.
He got out of the car and took a few steps forward, and saw two big men coming out from the door, one left and one right standing at the door, angered in his dantian, after lighting the gun in his hand, in a burst of crackling, he said in unison: "Warmly welcome the master of the Wen family. Restaurant inspection!"
Pi Xiu was very proud, and he leaned into Wen Xi's ear and said, "Isn't your grandfather a high-ranking official? Is this pomp enough?"
Wen Xi: …