Late Night Bookstore

　　 The boss smiled, he didn't feel irritated at all, he just thought it was fun.

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

　　 "His............"

　　 The clear sound, with a slight stretch, like a snake shed, he began to tear off the skin on his body.

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

　　 Zhou Ze now finally understands why the bowl of noodles is so badly cooked,

　　 The other party's "transformation" does take some time.

　　 wears the boss's clothes and wears an apron, but the other party's face becomes a slightly green youth.

　　 The corners of young people's mouths are smiling and charming, especially the curvature of the corners of the eyes, which seems to be able to scratch the itchiness of the men and women around them.

A man, described as "mei", is a bit of a violation, but some men are indeed natural, such as the ancient emperors, and there are countless men who like the male style. The reason is indeed that some men are better than women. More like a woman.

　　 "Am I pretty?"

　　The youth asked Zhou Ze.

　　Zhou Ze felt that the nausea he had suppressed just after eating noodles struck again, waved his hand a little apologetically, and then covered his chest, making a gesture that I could not vomit.

Who knows dishes on the menu, A Journey!

　　Zhou Ze knows how to cherish food, especially food that will be digested into energy in his body if he swallows it.

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

　　 He was looking at Zhou Ze, because Zhou Ze discovered him, he thought his imitation was natural, and it was in the place of this small restaurant, there should be no problem.

the most important is,

　　 He imitated his own father and mother.

　　Since he was young, he has been observing his father and mother. Every move of his father and mother, a ray of expression, has long been inscribed in his heart.

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

　　 "Aren't you a ghost?"

　　 Zhou Ze also asked questions at the same time.

　　The young man frowned slightly. He thought Zhou Ze was satire, saying that he pretended to be a ghost.

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

　　Zhou Ze does not want to take care of business. A person who was in the money category of a freezer not long ago, Zhou Ze does not think he has the qualification to take care of business.

　　 But this business matter doesn't matter,

　　No matter what happened next door.

　　 Therefore, Zhou Ze felt that, no matter what, it would be better to poke things through first, and to solve the problem by yourself, and to solve it by yourself.

　　 "Your nails." Zhou Ze said, "I am a bit sensitive to nails."

　　 The lady boss brought the noodles to herself,

　　 The boss handed himself a cigarette,

　　 nails are presented in front of myself.

　　Although the finger thickness and white calluses are different, the lines on the nail cover are the same.

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

　　 The young man's gaze narrowed slightly, and if he was lost, the details were not in place.

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

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

　　 If it is a person, it is really a bit exaggerated.

　　 Actually, there are not many ghosts that Zhou Ze has seen. Apart from the journey in hell, the ghosts he saw in the world of Yang are really few.

"Painted skin is the ancestral skill of my family." The young man stood up, grabbed Zhou Ze's hand, and put it on his chest. "It's just that it has been broken for many generations, and it's my generation. In order to pick it up again."

　　 This action is a bit ambiguous and a little bit out of place, but Zhou Ze still squeezed it with his hands subconsciously.

　　 Zhou Ze would never think it was because Dr. Lin kept him from sleeping that he became interested in men now,

　　 Of course, the man in front of him is indeed more charming than the woman. This is indeed the truth.

　　 "Boneless?" Zhou Ze's face showed unexpected colors, "No, it's cartilage disease."

Cartilage disease, also known as rickets, causes bone calcification to be impaired due to calcium deficiency, and the bone becomes soft and easily deformed. Zhou Ze used to be a doctor and naturally knew some, but just like a cold can be divided into many different pathologies. There are many subdivided categories of rickets, and this young man in front of him should be an extreme.

　　 According to legend, there is a record in the history of Chunqiuye. A prince of Lu State suffered from this disease. If a person has no bones, his body is delicate, he can walk like a person, and can crawl like a snake.

　　 "You can understand that this is a genetic disease, and it takes a certain probability to show it. Before, many generations of my family couldn't practice it because they didn't get the disease, and I..."

　　The young man smiled and didn't go on.

　　 "So, are you really not a ghost?" Zhou Ze still did not give up.

　　 "My name is Xu Qinglang." The youth replied very seriously.

　　 "Who are you imitating?" Zhou Ze asked.

　　 "Daddy, mother."

　　 Zhou Ze froze for a moment, his face smiled bitterly.

　　嘞,

　　 This misunderstanding is big.

　　After eating the noodles before, Sister Lin left, Zhou Ze thought about piercing the window paper, deliberately using words to excite him, but the result did not come true, it was because they had nothing to do to play role-playing here, to remember his dead relatives.

　　 But from Zhou Ze's perspective, he just took it for granted that this is a ghost, similar to the ghost in the "painted skin" story, killing people, peeling the skin, and still "mu monkey and crown".

　　 "Then... I'm sorry."

　　I am really embarrassed to tease your mother.

　　 "I'm not angry." Xu Qinglang said, "But I'm curious, what do you mean by treating me like a ghost?"

"Means nothing."

　　 "Have you ever seen a ghost?" Xu Qinglang asked.

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

　　 The expression is serious, the expression is solemn,

　　Come out of my heart

　　 Xu Qinglang looked dull,

　　 Then, he couldn't help but let out a "poo" laugh,

　　 Looked at Zhou Ze's gaze,

　　It looks like an intellectual disability.

　　 Zhou Ze nodded. Sometimes, that's it. You told him the truth. You thought you were teasing him, but he didn't believe it.

　　 "Anyway, I'm sorry, yes, I want to ask, is that human skin, is it real human skin?" Zhou Ze curiously said.

　　 "Fish skin." Xu Qinglang replied, "Processed, painted, made."

　　 "Then what kind of noodles do you sell." Zhou Ze couldn't understand, "I heard that the snake skin clothes of the Hezhe tribe can sell a lot of money. When the artwork is sold, you should be more valuable?"

　　 "I can't do anything for ancestral things for profit."

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

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

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

　　 Therefore, the world is so unfair. He worked in the hospital for the rest of his life and did not earn much money, but people casually have more than 20 suites.

　　Tongcheng is not as good as Shanghai, but housing prices are close to more than 10,000.

　　 Demolition of the second generation, envy.

　　Zhou Ze shook his head, "Will you continue the following article?"

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

　　 also asked each other questions at the same time.

　　 "Look at it for now." Zhou Ze answered.

"me too."

　　 "Then, see you later, by the way, do you have other flavors of plum juice?" Zhou Ze was curious about this, "such as bitter gourd flavor? Grape flavor?"

　　 "There is a secret recipe, you can do it." Xu Qinglang is sincere.

　　 "Very good." Zhou Ze reached out and patted Xu Qinglang's shoulder,

　　 damn,

　　Like cotton,

　　 It's soft and soft, really weak and boneless, if it's in bed, it is lying in bed...

　　Zhou Ze immediately moved out from the bottom of his heart the picture of Dr. Lin wearing a pajamas after taking a shower, forcibly suppressing his disharmony.

　　Zhou Ze walked out of the noodle restaurant,

　　Xu Qinglang went to the back room, opened the curtain, and said to the woman hanging inside:

　　 "Mom, did you say he really believed or was a fake letter?"

　　 Women's skin swaying gently,

　　 a slight swing,

　　 seemed to say that he didn’t believe it,

　　 also seems to be saying that she doesn't know.

　　………………

　　Zhou Ze returned to his shop, and the freezer was already settled. In fact, the book-breaking shop left by Xu Le had to be rectified. It has not been the way to keep it down.

　　The sign in front of the bookstore hangs "Xu Le Book House".

　　 In short, this bookstore in the hands of the guy, from top to bottom, from the inside to the outside, exudes the "definite loss" atmosphere.

　　Zhou Ze sat in front of the computer and tried to log in to his original QQ several times. As a result, he could not log in. The identity verification could not be passed at all, and there was basically no way to appeal.

　　 Subsequently, Zhou Ze could only go out and take a taxi to go out. He planned to change a brand or engage in a house number couplet here.

He knows a plaque shop that specializes in wood carving plaque business. The owner is an old man. The old man often donates to the orphanage. When Zhou Ze was also a member of the orphanage, the old man made a donation. After Zhou Ze worked, The old man and Zhou Ze donated together.

　　 The plaque shop is not far away. It is at the foot of Wolf Mountain.

　　 It was just that when Zhou Ze walked in, he found that the store was being cleaned, and even the plaque was removed.

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

　　 "Are you?" Zhou Ze asked when the other party saw him coming.

　　 "I'm looking for Mr. Zhao Lao." Zhou Ze said, he respected the old man very much.

　　 "Sorry, my father just left last month." The middle-aged man replied.

　　 "Let's go?" Zhou Ze was a little surprised and sad. He and Zhao Lao were actually not familiar with each other, but they knew each other as such. Therefore, it was normal for him not to be notified of his funeral.

Moreover, for Lao Zhao’s family, Zhao Lao has always donated the income from the plaque to the orphanage. They naturally have no interest in the orphanage, and they will not even notify the orphanage of the funeral. money.

　　 "Are you here to make a plaque?" the middle-aged man asked.

　　 "Well." Zhou Ze nodded.

　　 "Our home, don't do it." The middle-aged man apologized: "Later, selling candles."

　　Wolf Mountain is one of the ten hills of Buddhism. Even if it does not attract foreign tourists, the locals go to burn incense and worship Buddha every year, which is enough to make the merchants at the foot of the mountain make a lot of money.

　　 This is also a kind of relying on mountains to eat mountains, relying on water to eat water.

　　 "It's a pity. UU reading books www.uukanshu.com" Zhou Ze has some regrets.

　　He intends to look at the old gentleman's tombstone.

"But there are still a few plaques my father used to sell, which I can't sell, and I don't know what my father's carved plaques do, nor are they made by people. If you like them, you can order them cheaply." The middle-aged man intends to dispose of it in the spirit of selling waste products.

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

　　 followed the middle-aged man to the back yard. The middle-aged man opened a storeroom and turned on the lights.

　　 There are some debris inside, including Mr. Zhao Lao’s utensils, which are piled up in disorder, which means that future generations do not intend to inherit this craft.

　　 Now that everyone is making a glowing card, who would like to use this? Hard working, still can't make any money.

　　 "Hoo..." The middle-aged man sighed at the plaques on the ground and said, "Look at it, you can take it for two hundred pieces each time.

　　 Obviously, middle-aged men have little confidence in whether these plaques can be given away.

　　Zhou Ze walked over and looked at it,

　　 The first plaque reads:

　　 "Life is life and death, wealth is in the sky."

　　Zhou Ze shook his head. The middle-aged man sighed, knowing that the plaque was gone.

　　 The next couple wrote:

　　 "People know that ghosts are scary, and ghosts are poisonous."

　　Zhou Ze was slightly surprised, he was a little sensitive to this.

　　The middle-aged man didn't sigh this time because he knew there was no drama. Who hung this at the door when he opened the store?

　　 Third Vice:

　　 "Guess listen to it, if I smell it."

　　 Zhou Ze smiled,

　　Middle-aged man looked at Zhou Ze and he smiled,

　　 is always satisfied.