Xu Qinglang and the female corpse, including the middle-aged couple, all came out, and the middle-aged couple had a beaming face, obviously, with the help of the female corpse, they snatched the incense.

Whether it works or not, it's always a good sign.

Even parents who are not superstitious will send a zongzi and a rice cake before their child's big exam, which means "cake zongzi" (high school).

The female corpse's face was not very good-looking, and when everyone walked back together, she was left alone.

"Let's go for supper, how about a barbecue?" Xu Qinglang proposed.

He runs his own restaurant, but he doesn't let himself prepare a barbecue in the evening;

Xu Niangniang's skin is very precious, how can she accept such a smoky fire?

It's just that Xu Qinglang regretted this proposal after saying it.

In this line of people,

There's a zombie, and there's a living dead who doesn't eat the fireworks of the world,

Thinking about the scene during the meal, the two of them just sat there motionless, like a clay statue in the temple enjoying the fireworks.

I don't have an appetite when I think about this picture.

"Go ahead, let's go back first." Zhou Ze said.

"That's embarrassing." The middle-aged man said.

"It's okay, uncle, let's go eat, and the two of them will take a walk by themselves."

Xu Qinglang pulled the middle-aged couple away.

Zhou Ze didn't rush to take a taxi, and walked along the small road with not many people with the female corpse.

The weather is starting to get warmer, and the nights are not as cold as they used to be.

"What's wrong?" Zhou Ze asked the female corpse.

After the female corpse came out of the Temple of Literature, she was sullen all the time.

"It's uncomfortable." The female corpse replied.

"Haven't stopped menstruating yet?"

It's been 200 years.

"............" female corpse.

After being silent for a while, the female corpse spoke: "A few statues in the Temple of Literature are staring at me, and they feel weird. ”

"You think they're looking at you?" Zhou Ze asked.

"Hmm." The female corpse nodded.

"You think they resent you?"

"Hmm." The female corpse continued to nod.

"You think you shouldn't have been there because you're a zombie?"

"Hmm." The female corpse still nodded.

"The saints advocate that there is no class in teaching." Zhou Ze smiled, stretched out his hand and patted the female corpse's head, and said: "You are a zombie, a kind of existence that people hate and hate, but when you go to the Temple of Literature, you are helping people to make incense, and you are also contributing incense to them."

You feel like they're looking at you,

Maybe it's because you're special, so they're keeping an eye on you.

It's like a husky suddenly mixed in with a pack of steppe wolves, and everyone will take a second look, right?

Of course, it is also possible that they are a bunch of mud tires, and their eyes are said to be pinched out of donkey balls, because they look more agile and shiny.

It's just that you put psychological pressure on yourself. ”

"But what if they're really looking at me, if they really have an opinion about me......" The female corpse still hesitated.

"Then they are not worthy to be enshrined in the temple as the saints of Naraush!"

Zhou Ze made a loud noise,

"The saint enjoys the incense offering for thousands of generations, if he doesn't even have this bit of energy, then what face does he have to lick and sit on the temple offering table?

A false saint, what is there to be afraid of. ”

The female corpse looked at Zhou Ze, a smile on the corner of her mouth, and said, "Boss, what you just said is really domineering." ”

"That's it." Zhou Ze enjoyed the sycophants of his maid.

"But boss, you are a ghost, there is a certain number in the dark, for ordinary people, the implication may not be big, but for you, it is different.

In addition, you are running a bookstore and belong to the line of saints' luck, and you slander saints like this, which is really not good for you. ”

It was rare for the female corpse to say these words to Zhou Ze in her heart, in the past, she wished that Zhou Ze would die;

Jump, jump, jump yourself to death, I'll just collect your body, and then take off your nails and grind them into powder as pearl powder to make tea,

Oh no, feed the pigs!

"It's still the same sentence, don't do bad things, don't be afraid of ghosts...... The saint knocks on the door. ”

Zhou Ze looked up at the street lamp and continued:

"In my last life, I treated diseases and saved people, did not accept red envelopes, did not lose the bottom line, and always adhered to medical ethics.

Even if he became a ghost in this life, after borrowing a corpse to return his soul, he didn't do anything wrong.

What is there to be afraid of? ”

Zhou Ze took a deep breath and repeated, "There's nothing to be afraid of." ”

When the female corpse heard this, her eyes were contemplative.

Zhou Ze's words are not a declaration of the second middle school, but more like a warning to himself.

The two continued to walk aimlessly, the evening breeze was slightly cool, but it was very pleasant.

Finally, the female corpse stopped and asked, "Boss, where are you going?" ”

Zhou Ze stopped, subconsciously looked around, and was stunned to find that he had actually walked into the door of a community.

familiar environment,

Familiar communication room,

The doorman who slept in the familiar communication room and was absent from work at night,

Familiar courier lockers.

He actually walked like this,

Naturally, I walked back to the neighborhood where I used to live.

Although he has been in the bookstore for a month, subconsciously, this is his home.

Growing up in an orphanage, he understands the meaning of home better, and at the same time, he is more persistent in the house.

But fortunately, when he bought a house, the housing prices in Tongcheng had not risen as outrageously as later, and it was also because he couldn't wait to start preparing to be a house slave after joining the work, but he picked up a watermelon, which made his colleagues who bought a house very envious.

However, Zhou Ze can't even get back his previous WeChat and QQ now, and there is no way to get mobile phone verification, find friends in the list to help you verify, or be treated as a psychopath by others or scare others to death.

Even his own house was sold by the hospital after his death, and the money was donated to the orphanage in his own name.

Zhou Ze did not dislike this practice, after all, he had no other relatives alive.

"This is my former home." Zhou Ze said to the female corpse.

"So, go up and have a look?" The female corpse suggested.

"It's been sold." Zhou Ze sighed.

"Just revisit the old place."

Zhou Ze nodded and walked over.

I entered Unit 2 of Building 8, got on the elevator, and went to the fifth floor.

Zhou Ze walked to the front of a house, the door is still the same door, the buyer shouldn't have had time to redecorate, right?

Even the mat at the door hasn't changed.

And, the cactus ball placed at the door, is also there.

Zhou Ze stretched out his hand, touched the bottom of the jar, and found a key.

At that time, he was often called to the hospital at night to go to the emergency room, and many times he forgot to bring his mobile phone or keys or the like, so his spare key was placed here, and he couldn't enter the house by himself.

With the mindset of trying it out, slip the key in and twist it.

"Click......"

The door lock is unlocked.

The door was not changed,

Didn't the locks be changed?

Zhou Ze was a little surprised, pushed open the door, and turned on the light.

The furnishings in the living room, everything is as usual.

Zhou Ze even saw his slippers, changed his slippers and walked in, and the female corpse also came in.

"Boss, is it still the same as before?" The female corpse asked.

"Well, that's what makes me the weirdest."

It's still the way it used to be,

But this doesn't make sense.

After ordinary people buy a house, shouldn't they throw away all the things used by the dead?

How can it be kept all the time, and all of them are preserved, without being too unlucky?

Perhaps, it may be that the person who took over his own house is just using it for investment? Don't really live on your own?

Zhou Ze sat down on the sofa, as if at this time, he had changed back to himself.

Every time I come home tired, watch TV, cook a little supper, the days are tight, but also fulfilling.

The female corpse went to boil the tea, poured a cup for Zhou Ze, and then said:

"Boss, you've been dead for more than half a year, haven't you?"

"It's been seven months."

Zhou Ze replied, but why did he feel that this dialogue was a bit weird?

"But it's so clean, it doesn't look like it's been uninhabited for seven months." The female corpse reminded.

Zhou Ze nodded, it is true, here, it is very clean, and someone should be cleaning it regularly.

But it is hard for Zhou Ze to imagine that people who bought their own houses are so lazy that they don't lose anything and change anything, and even keep the door locks.

Zhou Ze pushed open the bedroom door and found that even his bedding and bed sheets were used by himself before.

"Boss, I'm going to take a shower, I've just been stared at by those old things in the Temple of Literature for so long, and I have goosebumps on my body."

"Go ahead, turn on the water heater first." Zhou Ze reminded, "The bath towel is in the kitchen cabinet at the door of the bathroom. ”

If

If everything is really the same.

The female corpse went to take a bath, she loves cleanliness very much, women, she loves cleanliness, she was a beautiful lady in her previous life, she has been lying in a coffin for two hundred years, and she can't take a bath, how uncomfortable.

So she basically washed it in the morning and once in the evening, wasting a lot of Zhou Ze's water bill.

But when she thought that she was a waitress in her shop and didn't ask for a salary, Zhou Ze endured it.

Pulling up the curtains, Zhou Ze stood on the balcony, looking at the bright lights at night in front of him.

Over here

It's his home.

It hasn't changed,

But it's no longer your own.

Changed

In the true sense of the word, things are not people.

took out a cigarette and lit it, Zhou Ze spit out a puff of smoke rings.

In his heart, he was a little lost, he thought he should be able to see it, but in fact he couldn't.

Just as he threw that baby into hell with his own hands to wait for reincarnation,

He is now acutely aware that

As a living person, his nostalgia for the yang world is really difficult to describe in words.

Even if it is yourself, there is an impulse at this time to buy your house back.

As for money,

With his ability, he really wants to make some money in violation of the law,

Is it difficult?

This impulse was finally suppressed, and Zhou Ze knew that this was a point of no return, Pandora's box, and once it was opened, he would definitely not be able to stop it.

Zhou Ze feels that he is a self-disciplined person, but at any time, when he can avoid it, he should not try to test the "human integrity".

"Click......"

Surprisingly,

There was the sound of a key locking on the other side of the door.

The host is back?

Zhou Ze turned around and walked back to the living room from the balcony, he was thinking about how to explain to the master that he was in this room now, but he was not too nervous.

said a thousand ways and ten thousand, he is a ghost after all, if he is really caught at the police station for trespassing on a private house,

That's too much of a shame for yourself, isn't it?

Self-discipline is self-discipline, but there is no need to be self-abusive.

This is, after all, his former home.

It's just that when the door is pushed open,

walked in,

It's a familiar figure.

Dr. Lin stood at the door, looking at Zhou Ze standing in the living room, with a look of shock and panic on his face, and said:

"You...... How did you end up here? ”

Zhou Ze was also speechless for a while,

Whoever buys his own house,

It's actually Dr. Lin?

"Listen to me." Lin Wanqiu.

"Listen to me." Zhou Ze.

The two of them said this together,

For Lin Wanqiu, she was very flustered, because she felt that Zhou Ze had found evidence of her "mental derailment".

found this place, she was his wife, but she bought the house left by another man, and kept cleaning up the place, because of that man, she refused to live a married life with him.

Dr. Lim felt that he was in a bad position.

Fortunately, this awkward atmosphere did not last long,

Because something more embarrassing has happened,

"Boss, my clothes got wet by me."

The female corpse walked out wrapped in a bath towel as she spoke.

Walked to it,

In the living room,

Standing in Zhou Ze and Lin Wanqiu's,

Middle.