The plaque was brought back, and Zhou Ze planned to nail it on both sides, which one was put on the left and which one was on the right Zhou Ze didn't care.

The little brother Xu Qinglang next door is very enthusiastic,

He was originally squatting at the door peeling garlic, and when he saw that Zhou Ze was about to hang a plaque, he took a hammer and a nail directly from his house.

Zhou Ze said thank you, picked up his hammer, only felt that the tentacles were a little greasy and a little heavy, and endured a little discomfort in his heart, Zhou Ze still nailed the two plaques.

subsequently

The two of them took a few steps back together, looking at the plaque, looking at the door, looking at the bookstore.

Zhou Ze handed Xu Qinglang a cigarette as a thank you, and Xu Qinglang helped Zhou Ze light a cigarette.

The two of them spit out smoke rings together,

God is in sync.

"Artistic conception, there you've got it?" Zhou Ze said that this is standard self-selling and boasting.

Xu Qinglang shook his head, "If I'm not mistaken, these two sentences should come from the title of Ji Yun's "Notes on Reading Wei Caotang". ”

"Notes on Reading Wei Caotang" is a story similar to "Strange Tales from Liaozhai" written by Ji Yun, also known as Ji Xiaolan, expressing the author's own thoughts with the theory of foxes, fairies and ghosts.

The simple meaning of this couplet is that these are the stories I have heard, and everyone in this room should listen to them.

"Hmm." Zhou Ze nodded.

"It's still too literate, your store still has to lose money." Xu Qinglang's evaluation was very polite.

"Why?"

"In this world, there are too many stories, and all kinds of bizarre and strange things happen every day, but there are not many things that really interest people.

There are some things that are not interesting to say.

There are some things that you are not allowed to say at all.

There are some things that no one listens to if they don't change.

There are some things that I dare not listen to if I don't change them. ”

Zhou Ze looked at Xu Qinglang for a while.

Xu Qinglang bowed his head slightly, his face blushing,

He was originally a man who walked the way of flattery, charming and natural, and at this time he was even more delicate.

Xu Qinglang saw that Zhou Ze didn't speak, so he continued:

"For example, this mountain spirit, fox, fairy and ghost, in the real world, where can it really be?" Xu Qinglang yawned, "How can it really go to the truth of the fake thing." ”

Zhou Ze continued to look at Xu Langqing and did not speak.

Xu Langqing was a little numb when he saw it,

But Zhou Ze continued to look at him.

Finally, Xu Langqing waved his hand and said that he was going back to make the soup base, and when he walked back to the noodle restaurant, he only felt that he was thorny in his back, because just now, he seemed to feel that Zhou Ze was not looking at himself.

It's watching a joke.

Zhou Ze didn't bother with Xu Langqing, since the two are neighbors, then the well water will not go down to the river, anyway, it can't form a competitive relationship, the most important thing is that Zhou Ze has no money to change shops.

In the afternoon, Zhou Ze sorted out most of the textbooks and tutorials in the bookstore and took them away from the waste collection place at the price of selling waste paper.

I went to the supermarket and bought ten small plastic chairs, and the only two bookshelves were left with books that Zhou Ze thought were quite interesting.

Right now, it's more of a recreational center for the elderly than a bookstore.

Zhou Ze stretched his waist, he is not very good at business, at the moment, it is nothing more than a blind toss, anyway, when Xu Le is there, he is constantly owing, and he has no pressure.

Coming to the second floor, Zhou Ze turned on the power of the freezer, set a temperature, smoked a cigarette outside and waited for a while, and then reached into the freezer and touched it.

The temperature was about the same, and Zhou Ze lay in.

The freezer bought for more than 10,000 has of course a lot of functions, such as a timing design, which is equivalent to an alarm clock for Zhou Ze.

Close the freezer,

Zhou Ze put his hands on his lower abdomen and lay straight than Bibi,

looks

Walked peacefully.

…………

late at night

A red car stopped on the side of the road in front of the bookstore, the street was a little empty, and the noodle shop and bookstore next to the store were still lit.

In the car sat a well-dressed girl, with a black down jacket and shawl hair, looking somewhat cute and sophisticated.

"Xiao Bai, you bastard, my mother has been preparing for three days, you actually told me today that you went on a business trip, you give me death, get out!"

The girl hung up the phone and sulked in the driver's seat.

The corgi in the passenger seat jumped on the girl's lap, its hair was flowing and shiny, and it looked like it was a good breed and was carefully raised.

"Good, it's good that I still have you with me."

The girl lit a cigarette, stretched out her hand and shook the ashes, looked outside, and saw the bookstore, which could be seen through the glass window that the furnishings inside were a little abnormal, there were not too many bookshelves, but plastic benches.

After getting out of the car, the girl walked towards the bookstore with the corgi in her arms, she didn't want to wander around aimlessly alone on this Valentine's night, she wanted to find a quiet place to sit.

The door of the bookstore is not closed, and when you walk in, you can feel the air conditioning and heating inside.

The girl led her dog, picked up a random magazine on the shelf, and sat down in a plastic chair.

The corgi was let go by her, and the little one began to "explore" in the store.

After flipping through a magazine, the girl stretched slightly, felt a little dry mouth, and shouted:

"Boss, are you here, do you have any milk tea or coffee here?"

The girl stood up, put back the magazine in her hand before, and chose an illustrated version of "Dream of Red Mansions", and when she sat down again, she couldn't help but shout again:

"Boss, you died in the middle of the night, opening a shop like this?"

The small sign that reads "Open, Welcome" hangs on the glass door of the bookstore, and the door is open again, and the heating is on, so it must be still open.

If the girl is more polite or curious at this time, and takes the initiative to go up to the second floor to take a look, she may admire her "one-word proverb".

In the low space on the second floor, there is indeed an ice coffin,

The boss was lying inside, really like a dead man,

No

The boss is a dead man.

Of course, the girl may not have time to admire herself and be scared away.

A normal person enters a store late at night and finds the owner lying in a frozen coffin, which is scary enough, right?

The girl lit another cigarette, got a little impatient, took out her phone and started playing.

At this time, the sound of footsteps coming from the staircase, Zhou Ze didn't hear the girl's shout, he woke up naturally.

As soon as he came down the stairs, Zhou Ze saw a small yellow figure running up to his lap and begging him for a hug.

Zhou Ze smiled and bent down and held Corgi in his arms, the little guy didn't recognize his life, and he looked familiar with everyone.

Immediately, Zhou Ze found the woman sitting in the store,

oh

The first guest of the opening.

But he wasn't as excited as he imagined, because Zhou Ze just changed the bookstore sign today and cleaned up the furnishings inside.

But I haven't thought about it yet,

Here's how to make money.

"Do you have coffee here, boss?"

The girl asked.

Zhou Ze stretched out his finger and pointed to a water dispenser in the corner of the wall, and there were disposable paper cups in the water dispenser.

The girl was a little helpless, but she got up, poured herself a glass of water, and sat back on her plastic bench.

One host and one guest,

Speechless.

After about half an hour of silence, the girl began to scroll through Weibo and began to watch videos, and one video was very noisy and noisy:

"Walk through the passing, can't be missed!

The treasure banknotes blessed by the old way are available in limited quantities!

You can take it out and use it when you go down after burning, and you can also eat some interest, which is higher than the interest rate of Yue Bao!

You can also burn it and send it to your relatives below, it's fast and convenient, the child is not bullied, the ghost is not disturbed, and the skin will not be peeled layer by layer! ”

The girl laughed when she saw this video, people usually encounter funny things and always habitually want to share them, she raised her head, looked at the boss sitting behind the counter, and said:

"Boss, have you seen this video? This veteran live broadcast is quite famous. Almost became an Internet celebrity. ”

"Oh, live streaming?" Zhou Ze was a little puzzled, he took out his mobile phone, Xu Le's mobile phone, there are really a lot of live broadcast software, it seems that this product is really boring on weekdays, either watching live broadcasts or writing Bai Jie's sequel.

"Well, if you search his ID, it's funny, he seems to have opened a store in Rongcheng, but he hasn't broadcast live for a long time."

Zhou Ze opened the software and began to search for the old ID according to the girl's statement, and found a live broadcast room - the anchor was not at home.

But fortunately, you can watch the replay video, and Zhou Ze casually clicked on a video from a month ago.

In the video, Lao Dao fixed the mobile phone in a position, a person was boxing there, the boxing style was good, it can be seen that it was a practicing family, in the video screen, there was a teenager sitting there, smiling at the corner of his mouth, squinting, as if he was watching a monkey show.

Zhou Ze perfunctorily pulled the progress, and another man appeared in the picture, sitting behind the counter, holding a spoon in his hand, as if he was drinking porridge.

Lao Dao talked eloquently in the main screen of the video, constantly selling himself and the dark money he sold on Taobao, but Zhou Ze's eyes subconsciously looked at the man in the corner of the video.

He's frowning, he's suffering, he's suffering, he's repulsing,

A mouthful of porridge,

He ate hard,

Then move on to the second bite,

It's like being tortured.

Zhou Ze looked at it and took a deep breath, as if he was also infected by the man in the corner of the video.

dine

It's really not an easy task.

He didn't know the identity of the man in the video, but he instinctively raised some interest, the other party should be an anorexic? Or what are the gastrointestinal diseases?

After the video was played, Zhou Ze opened the page, and directly sent a private message to Lao Dao with the account that Xu Le was logged into:

"Who is the man sitting in the back drinking porridge in the video?"

"Hey, I'm leaving, how much?" The girl stood up and stretched, "If I say that people will be fools when I go out today, I actually sat in the bookstore on the night of Valentine's Day and watched Dream of Red Mansions for so long." ”

"You can watch it." Zhou Ze said.

The other party read the book for a while and poured himself a glass of pure water.

The girl glanced at Zhou Ze, "Boss, your routine is really good, like those masters who sit in the temple to unsign."

On the side of the futon, there is a sign that says 'free lotting', and after the tourist casts the lottery to find him to solve, he will take out a red almsgiving book for you, with a large list of names and incense money written on it, the lowest of which is 100. ”

Zhou Ze smiled, noncommittal.

The girl took out a hundred, put it on the chair she was sitting on, and then pushed open the door of the bookstore with her corgi in her arms and left.

Zhou Ze stood up, put away the hundred pieces, and flicked it in his hand,

A crunch,

It's one of the most beautiful sounds in the world.

When he walked back to the counter, Zhou Ze found that the mobile phone screen lit up, opened the mobile phone, and found that there was actually a reply, which was a private reply from the old way, and the content of the reply was very simple:

"It's gone!"