Of course, Chen Lidong has no experience of dying.

Oh, maybe he had it in his previous life, but he certainly didn't know.

So since Chen Aimin talked about sunset red love, he didn't burn paper - plus the public officials checked tightly, he secretly burned it in the kitchen every day, and the old-fashioned cannon barrel range hood device didn't work at all!

At this time, when he heard He Huai's words, he was silent for a long time, thinking about the housing prices in the imperial capital that were now rising a little more slowly, and finally sighed and agreed.

Buy it, now his dad is worried, and when the time comes, he will go down, so he won't have to toss again. Besides, it's much easier to make money with paper money than with real money.

But this house is not made of concrete and steel!

Alas, it hurts to think about it.

……

He is a person who does what he says, thinking that the poor money is a bit much, and his father is urging him to drive for more than three hours, only then he found a deep mountain and old forest, looked at a safe position, hummed out a large pottery pole from the trunk, and put it in a good position.

As a qualified public official, it would have been a shame to do this kind of paper-burning thing, so the place Chen Lidong picked this time happened to have a small pond next to it, and with the big red plastic bucket he bought for ten yuan, it was foolproof.

"Smack. ”

He pressed the lighter.

The orange flames slowly drifted onto the yellow paper money, starting at the edges, gradually blackening, and then curling up and burning.

The deep mountains and old forests were a little cold, and there was still unmelted snow on the top of the leaves, and at this moment, a lump fell on Chen Lidong's neck, making him tremble.

The first flame is placed in a clay pot, and the warm and lively flame gradually jumps as the flame is slowly added.

Chen Lidong looked at the raging flames, but his thoughts had already run to his father-

I don't know how the underworld buys a house, the ghosts don't have bodies, how do they squeeze?

Is it stacked one by one, from hollow to solid? like a mille-feuille...... So what layer of the body is such a lottery successful?

He imagined that image and couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Then suddenly he became sad again - his father and a bad old man have been in love a few times, he has a house, a car, and both parents are dead, why is he still a single dog?

I looked at the water in the bucket - oh, this handsome young man is not ugly!

Why don't you have a partner at the age of thirty?

……

Just thinking about it, the phone rang suddenly, he looked down, and couldn't help but feel energetic-

This is the girl I met on a blind date a few days ago, and she looks very good!

He fantasized about whether the child in the future would be like a father or a mother, and by the way replied to the question of the blind date:

[I saw a man kill a dog just to eat dog meat, he is so inhumane, so cruel!]

Because the bureau often cooperates with police dogs, Chen Lidong likes this kind of furry very much, and he doesn't eat dog meat.

But......

[But the circle of friends you posted yesterday, didn't you say that a certain dog meat hot pot is particularly delicious, and you will go another day?]

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And then, it was quiet.

Chen Lidong scratched his head—Is this another bath? There is nothing wrong with today's topic, right? He doesn't eat dog meat, but he can't go to someone's dog meat shop because of this.

In fact, as a time-tested people's policeman, as long as it is not tortured and maliciously tortured, as well as irresponsible, the bottom line of what he can accept is much lower than that of ordinary sad characters.

But WeChat has indeed been quiet all along.

In addition to the fact that some people in the bureau have been saying in the group that they can't stay up and are worse than ninety-nine-six......

He was sure that the blind date had gone to the shower again - after all, there was no movement after each bath, so he simply put away his phone at the moment, stared at the flames again, and counted the paper money he burned.

"Five million...... Million...... One hundred million...... 120 million ......"

The large denomination of the depreciation of the heaven and earth currency in the underworld is really a big split for him.

………

At this time, a cold wind suddenly blew.

Chen Lidong shuddered, wrapped his down jacket and wrapped it, and saw that the vigorous flames in front of him suddenly shook a few times, and saw that it was small.

He hurriedly changed his position to block the wind - hurry up and burn it out, otherwise if he is caught, his career will be over!

Tut.

It's so cool.

He trembled, and before he could react, it was a cool cold wind—

Ouch, it's still wave after wave!

He silently wrapped his hat in it.

………

I just blocked it for a while, and suddenly it didn't feel right......

Why isn't my back warm?

Looking back again: yes, the paper money in the basin has not been burned anymore.

He looked at the wet water marks inside, and looked up at the sky:

"There's no tree up there......"

So it can't be extinguished by the snow falling!

He looked at the gray sky and suddenly shuddered.

After all, the world has become very strange since his father appeared.

Chen Lidong thought about it, and finally took off the career burden on his body, and broke his thoughts while relighting the fire:

"Forgive me for the land of the mountain god, my dad is waiting to buy a house, so he has to ask me to pay for it...... I'll leave when I burn the money, and I won't destroy the ...... of the environment."

was so chattering, the lighter burned three times, and the yellow paper in his hand was dangerously re-burned, and he hurriedly put it in the basin.

However, another gust of wind passed, and he watched as the small flame shook a few times, but it was still extinguished.

Chen Lidong: ......

After that, a faint layer of frost began to form on the edges of the originally hot clay pots.

Carelessly, it turned into a layer of fine water droplets.

Chen Lidong: ......

Therefore, it makes sense that the state does not advocate burning paper money! You see, those who put forward opinions are coming.

So, what about his father's house money?

To burn or not to burn, that's the question.

Chen Lidong hesitated.

But...... It's been more than three hours to drive here! It's not easy to find such a location on this rugged mountain road with clay pots and buckets!

He thought about it, knelt on the ground again, and kowtowed to the clouds in all directions:

"Ladies and gentlemen, I'm really not a bad person, I just want to burn some money for my dad, and the city won't let me burn it now, I'm sorry if you disturb me. But I'll burn these and I'll be gone soon, and I'll never hurt these trees!"

He pointed to the stacks of squeezed yellow paper in the trunk, as well as the full paper money in the back seat, and his expression was quite sincere.

After waiting for half a sound and no movement, Chen Lidong felt that this was an agreement, and hurriedly gave up another large-scale group, and then breathed a sigh of relief, took out the lighter again, and cautiously burned another piece of paper.

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