The boss smiled, not feeling the slightest irritation, he just thought it was a little funny.

A person's temperament, as well as an aura, is often more credible than his words.

"Shhh............h

There was a crisp sound, with a slight length, like a snake shedding its skin, and he began to tear off the skin from his body.

At the same time, the boss's body frame is slowly shrinking, and his physique is slowly thinning, like a balloon bursting a small hole, slowly deflating.

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

This kind of "transformation" of the other party does take some time.

Dressed in the clothes of the boss and wearing an apron, but the other party's face has become a slightly young man.

The young man smiled at the corners of his mouth, and his charm was natural, especially the curvature that stretched out from the corners of his eyes, as if he could scratch the itchy places of the men and women around him, just right, just right.

A man, using "charming" to describe it, is a bit inconsistent, but some men are indeed born with charm, such as ancient emperors and the like, there are countless people who like male style, and the reason is indeed that some men are more like women than women.

"Am I good-looking?"

The young man asked Zhou Ze.

Zhou Ze felt that the nausea he had suppressed after eating noodles hit again, and waved his hand slightly apologetically, then covered his chest and made a gesture that I couldn't vomit.

Who knows that Chinese food is hard work!

Zhou Ze knows how to cherish food, especially the food that he finally swallowed and is about to be digested into the energy in his body.

The young man sat down in a chair next to him, and he spun around casually with a lighter in his hand.

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

Most importantly,

He imitated his own parents.

Since he was young, he has been observing his parents, and his parents' every move and wisps of expression have long been engraved in his heart.

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

"You're not a ghost?"

Zhou Ze also asked at the same time.

The young man frowned slightly, he thought that Zhou Ze was sarcastically mocking him, saying that he was pretending to be a ghost.

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

Zhou Ze doesn't want to be nosy, a person who was still in the category of money for a freezer not long ago, Zhou Ze doesn't think he has the qualifications to meddle in things.

But this idle thing doesn't work,

Idle things happen right next door to you.

So Zhou Ze thinks that no matter what, it's better to break the matter first, if it's easy to solve, you can solve it yourself, and if it's not easy to solve, it's a big deal to move by yourself.

"Your nails." Zhou Ze said, "I'm a little sensitive to nails. ”

The proprietress brought the noodles to herself,

The boss personally handed himself cigarettes,

Nails, all presented in front of themselves.

Although the thickness of the fingers and the degree of white calluses vary, the lines on the fingernails are the same.

And this time, Zhou Ze pays more attention to his nails, not only his own nails, but also other people's nails.

The young man's eyes narrowed slightly, stunned, and the details were not in place.

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

"You're really not a ghost?" Zhou Ze asked again.

If it's human, that's really an exaggeration.

In fact, Zhou Ze didn't see many ghosts, not counting the journey in hell, in the yang world, the ghosts he saw were really only a handful.

"Drawing skin is an ancestral skill of my family." The young man stood up, reached out and grabbed Zhou Ze's hand, and put it on his chest, "It's just that it has been broken for many generations, and it will be my generation before I can pick it up again." ”

This action was a bit ambiguous and a bit out of the ordinary, but Zhou Ze still subconsciously pinched it with his hand.

Zhou Ze would never think that it was because Dr. Lin had not allowed him to sleep that he was now interested in men.

Of course, the man in front of him is indeed more charming than the woman, this is indeed a fact.

"No bones?" Zhou Ze showed a look of surprise on his face, "No, it's hypochondriasis." ”

Osteomalacia is also known as rickets, due to calcium deficiency, bone calcification is disordered, and the bone becomes soft and easy to deform, Zhou Ze used to be a doctor, so he naturally knows some, but just as even a cold is divided into many different pathologies, there are also many subdivisions of osteomalacia, and the young man in front of him, he should be an extreme.

According to legend, there is a record in the history of Spring and Autumn that a prince of Lu suffered from this disease, if a person has no bones, the body is delicate, can walk like a human, and can crawl like a snake.

"You can understand that this is a genetic disease, which requires a certain probability to manifest itself, and I couldn't practice painting skin for many generations in my family before, because they didn't have this disease, and I ......"

The young man smiled and did not continue.

"So, you're really not a ghost?" Zhou Ze still didn't give up.

"My name is Xu Qinglang." The young man replied very seriously.

"Who are you imitating again?" Zhou Ze asked.

"Dad, mother."

Zhou Ze was stunned for a moment, and smiled wryly.

Gotcha,

This is a big misunderstanding.

After eating noodles before, Sister Lin left, Zhou Ze thought about piercing the window paper, and deliberately provoked him with words, but it didn't work out, it was actually someone who had nothing to do to play role-playing here, remembering his deceased relatives.

But from Zhou Ze's previous perspective, he just took it for granted that this was a ghost, similar to the ghost in the "painted skin" story, who killed someone, peeled off the skin, and was still "crowned by a monkey".

"That'...... I'm sorry. ”

It's really embarrassing to make fun of your mother.

"I'm not angry." Xu Qinglang said, "But I'm curious, what do you mean by treating me as a ghost all the time?" ”

"It's not interesting."

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

"I'm just a ghost." Zhou Ze looked at Xu Qinglang and said very seriously.

The expression is serious, the expression is solemn,

Dig out your heart.

Xu Qinglang's face froze,

Then I couldn't help but let out a "poof" laugh,

Looking at Zhou Ze's gaze,

It's like looking at a retarded person.

Zhou Ze nodded, sometimes, that's it, you tell him the truth, you think you're teasing him, but he doesn't believe it.

"Anyway, I'm sorry, by the way, I still want to ask, is that human skin a real human skin?" Zhou Ze said curiously.

"Fish skin." Xu Qinglang replied, "Processing, painting, production." ”

"Then what kind of noodles are you selling?" Zhou Ze was a little incomprehensible, "I heard that a snakeskin dress of the Hezhe clan can be sold for a lot of money, and when a work of art is sold, you should be more valuable, right?" ”

"Ancestral things, I can't do them for profit."

"Then you should be 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 a hospital in his last life, and he didn't earn much money after hard work, and people are casual, just about 20 apartments.

Tongcheng is not as good as Shanghai, but the housing price is close to more than 10,000 square meters.

Tear down the second generation, envy.

Zhou Ze shook his head, "Do you want to continue the next strip in the future?" ”

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

The two asked each other questions at the same time.

"Let's watch for now." Zhou Ze replied.

"Me too."

"Then, see you later, by the way, do you have any other flavors of sour plum juice?" Zhou Ze was very curious about this, "For example, bitter gourd flavored?" Grape-flavored? ”

"There's a secret recipe that can be made." Xu Qinglang is very sincere.

"Good." Zhou Ze stretched out his hand and patted Xu Qinglang on the shoulder,

Damn,

Like cotton,

It's soft, it's really weak and boneless, if you lie on the bed in your arms............

Zhou Ze immediately brought out the picture of Dr. Lin coming out of his pajamas after taking a shower in his heart, and forcibly suppressed his discordant thoughts.

Zhou Ze walked out of the noodle shop,

Xu Qinglang walked to the back room, lifted the curtain, and said to the woman hanging inside:

"Mom, do you think he really believed it or did he fake it?"

The woman's skin swayed gently,

Slightly swaying,

It's like saying that he didn't believe it,

It's like saying that she doesn't know either.

………………

Zhou Ze returned to his store, the freezer had been settled, and the broken bookstore left by Xu Le had to be rectified and rectified, and it was not a way to let it continue to lose like this.

The sign at the door of the bookstore reads "Xu Le Book House", which is as rustic as it is.

In short, this bookstore is in the hands of that guy, from top to bottom, from the inside to the outside, exuding an atmosphere of "ironclad loss".

Zhou Ze sat in front of the computer and tried to log in to his original QQ several times, but he couldn't log in, the identity verification couldn't pass at all, and there was basically no way to appeal.

Subsequently, Zhou Ze could only go out and take a taxi out, he planned to change the brand, or make a couplet with a house number to put here.

He knows a plaque shop, specializing in wood carving plaque business, the owner is an old man, the old man often donates to the orphanage, when Zhou Ze himself was also a member of the orphanage, the old man was donating, and after Zhou Ze worked, the old man and Zhou Ze donated together.

The plaque shop is not far away, just at the foot of Wolf Mountain, and there are incense and candles sold on the left and right, and this one sells plaques.

It's 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 is there directing the workers to work.

"You are?" The other party saw Zhou Ze walking over and asked.

"I'm looking for Mr. Zhao." Zhou Ze said that he had a lot of respect for the old man.

"I'm sorry, my dad just left last month." The middle-aged man replied.

"Gone?" Zhou Ze was a little surprised and a little sad, he and Zhao Lao were actually not familiar with each other, but they knew each other as a person, and therefore, it was normal for him not to be notified of the funeral.

Moreover, it may be that for Zhao's family, Zhao Lao has always donated the income from the plaque to the orphanage, and they naturally have no good impression of the orphanage, and they will not even notify the orphanage of the funeral, for fear that the orphanage will come up to them again to ask for money.

"You're here to order a plaque?" The middle-aged man asked.

"Hmm." Zhou Ze nodded.

"Our family, don't do it." The middle-aged man said apologetically: "In the future, I will sell incense and candles." ”

Wolf Mountain is one of the ten small mountains of Buddhism, and even if it does not attract foreign tourists, the locals go to burn incense and worship the Buddha during the New Year's holidays, which is enough to make the shops and merchants located at the foot of the mountain make a lot of money.

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

"That's a pity." Zhou Ze had some regrets.

He was going to go to the old gentleman's tombstone to have a look.

"But there are still a few plaques that my father used to make at home, and I can't sell them, and I don't know what my father carved those plaques for, and they are not custom-made, if you like it, give it to you cheaper." The middle-aged man planned to dispose of it with the intention of selling scrap.

"Okay, I'll take a look." Zhou Ze agreed.

Following the middle-aged man to the small courtyard at the back, the middle-aged man opened a storeroom and turned on the light.

There are some miscellaneous items inside, including the tools used by Mr. Zhao when he was working, which are stacked in a disorderly manner, which means that future generations do not plan to inherit this craft.

Now that everybody makes glowing cards, who wants to use that? After all the hard work, I can't make any money.

"Huh............" The middle-aged man blew on a few plaques on the ground and said, "Look at it, two hundred yuan and a pair, you can take it if you see it, forget it if you don't see it." ”

Obviously, the middle-aged man didn't have much confidence in whether he could give these plaques away.

Zhou Ze walked over and looked,

The first plaque reads:

"Life and death are fateful, wealth is in the sky."

Zhou Ze shook his head, and the middle-aged man sighed, knowing that this plaque was useless.

The next one reads:

"People know that ghosts are terrifying, and ghosts know that people are poisonous."

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

The middle-aged man didn't sigh this time, because he knew that there was no drama directly, who opened a store and hung this at the door when they were full?

3rd Officer:

"Listen to it, smell it."

Zhou Ze smiled,

The middle-aged man looked at Zhou Ze and smiled, and he smiled,

There is finally a satisfaction.