"BOSS, HOW DO YOU SELL THIS IPAD SIXTEEN?"

"Eighty."

"Don't be funny, it costs eighty to burn a dead man? You go and call your boss out! ”

A MAN IN HIS EARLY THIRTIES WAS HOLDING A BEAUTIFULLY FRAMED PAPER IPAD AND LOOKED AT THE YOUNG MAN IN HIS EARLY TWENTIES SURROUNDED BY A PILE OF "MANSIONS" AND SAID DISDAINFULLY

The young man stopped the half-drawn love madness six in his hand, raised his head and glanced at him with dark and bright eyes, and said lightly: "I'm the boss!" ”

"What's that? Are you the boss? Are you doing this at a young age? ”

"Do you want to buy it?"

The young man didn't want to talk too much nonsense to the man in front of him, because he was a very taciturn man.

"It's too expensive, forty, sell it or not?"

The young man lowered his head and did not answer, but concentrated on drawing the love madness in his hand, completely ignoring the existence of the man.

"Grass, your temper is quite big, you deserve this!"

THE MAN CASUALLY THREW THE PAPER IPAD AND WALKED OUT SCOLDING, AND AFTER HE LEFT, THE YOUNG MAN SLOWLY STOOD UP AND PUT THE IPAD BACK ON THE DISPLAY SHELF AND SIGHED.

He looked around at the shop, which was only a dozen square meters, the only property his father had left him, and he had sworn countless times that he would not inherit this place that would make people go crazy after staying for a long time.

But......

"Hey!"

"Is it Zhang Yurou's family?"

"I am ......"

"I'm from the central hospital, Zhang Ping's hospitalization expenses are no longer enough, you hurry up and pay in the hospital, otherwise you will stop taking medicine tomorrow!"

"Okay, I'm ......"

Zhang Ling hung up the phone on the other end of the phone before he finished speaking, he looked at the screen that had been blacked out and sighed helplessly.

That's why he inherited the shop, and after his parents died in an accident, his only sister was also diagnosed with leukemia.

Although he graduated from college with a decent job and a girlfriend who got along well, the cruel reality made him destitute overnight.

His salary and his parents' legacy were barely enough to cover the hospital bills, so he quit his job and returned to the nightmare of his childhood, using his ancestors' paper-making skills to keep up with the high medical bills.

After all, the dead man's money in this land is easier to earn, and he earns more, but this is only enough to maintain the basic cost of his sister's treatment.

As for that girlfriend of his......

Zhang Ling looked at his phone that hadn't rang for several days, and knew very well in his heart that it was over between them.

Zhang Ling looked at the gloomy sky outside, and said in his heart: "I guess there shouldn't be any business today, let's go see my sister!" ”

Closing the door of the store, Zhang Ling carried his old canvas bag and walked towards the bus stop not far away.

……

This is not the peak time for travel, and there are not many people on the No. 112 bus from his shop to the central hospital, and there are even many empty seats.

Zhang Ling sat in the corner of the back of the car, quietly looking at the scenery outside the car window, his thoughts gradually drifting away, until a man and a woman sat next to him that attracted his attention.

The boy sitting on the other side was about the same age as Zhang Ling, he tilted his head against the car window, his face lonely and sad.

As for the girl sitting beside him, she was covered in gray, without a trace of anger on her body, and there was no blood on her beautiful face.

She stared quietly at the boy leaning against the window, her eyes full of love and a hint of ...... Reluctantly!

Looking at these strange two people, Zhang Ling shook his head helplessly and sighed secretly: "Hey, it's another pair of hard-working mandarin ducks!" ”

That girl, no, to be precise, it should be a female ghost, I'm afraid that no one in this car can see her except Zhang Ling.

Yes, Zhang Ling is a peculiar person, he has had a pair of unusual eyes since he was a child, he can see things that ordinary people can't see, we usually call this kind of eye yin and yang eyes.

At first, Zhang Ling was very scared, but after seeing more, he became accustomed to it, and his grandfather once told him that the living should not disturb the dead, and the dead would naturally not disturb the living.

Therefore, Zhang Ling never communicated with those ghosts, and every time he saw those ghosts wandering in the sun, he would turn a blind eye.

The car slowly drove into the station of the central hospital, and when Zhang Ling got off the car, he saw the tears left in the corners of the boy's eyes, which made him feel an inexplicable sourness.

The farthest distance in the world is not life and death, but I am right in front of you, but I can't touch you.

……

"Brother, what are you thinking?"

Zhang Yurou looked up at the only relative in front of her with a slightly pale face, and she found that her brother, who had not seen him in the past few days, had lost a lot of weight.

"No, nothing!"

Zhang Ling retracted his thoughts and looked at his sister and smiled, the pair of lovers separated by yin and yang just now reminded him of his love that ended without a problem.

"Brother, are you worried about my medical bills?"

"What's the matter, little girl, you can stay here with peace of mind, my brother has money!"

"But ......"

"Okay, I'll wash the apples for you!"

Zhang Ling took an apple, stood up, rubbed his sister's hair, and walked out of the ward with a smile.

When he came to the toilet, Zhang Ling sighed while washing the apples: "This damn price, the day before yesterday, the apples were five yuan a catty, and today it has risen to eight yuan, and it doesn't let people live!" ”

"Hey, can you put that phone down, you've been walking around for a day!"

The voice of a slightly immature boy pulled Zhang Ling's thoughts back, and he looked at the two seventeen or eighteen-year-old boys who came out of the toilet, one of them holding a crazy six and patting it non-stop.

"You know what? I'm on the air! ”

The boy put away his phone, washed his hands, and said proudly to the other slightly chubby boy

"Shit, you're shitting!"

"Get out, Lao Tzu met a ghost in the live broadcast!"

"You're sick, who believes that!"

"You know what? Two days ago, there was an anchor on Betta who live-streamed ghost hunting, and he earned thousands of yuan a day in that blind comparison! ”

"Huh? Thousands a day? ”

Zhang Ling was attracted by the conversation between the two, and he let the water hit the apple, listening intently to the conversation between the two.

"Don't talk nonsense, who believes it!"

"Believe it or not!"

The boy with the phone will open the phone, quickly tap a few icons, and then take a fat man to look at it: "Look! ”

"I'll go, these local tyrants are really rich, this reward is crazy!"

Zhang Ling also unconsciously walked behind the two people and watched intently, only to see a young man of his age on the screen jumping up and down in a room that looked ghostly with a peachwood sword, and comments and rewards kept popping up on the screen, and Zhang Ling was dazzled by it.

"Hey, who are you?"

The boy with the mobile phone suddenly saw Zhang Ling standing beside him, and he hurriedly dodged away and looked at him vigilantly.

"It's okay, I'm just going to see!"

"Sick!"

When the two boys left the toilet, Zhang Ling fell into deep thought, and said in his heart: "I didn't expect the live broadcast to be so profitable!" ”

"Ghost hunting?"

Zhang Ling turned his head to look at the man standing in the corner, with blood dripping from his mouth and a hideous face, and frowned.