Lan Tian saw that the statue of the purple-clothed female ghost was gone, and several things in succession made him feel numb. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info He straightened out his thoughts, and vaguely felt that he might have been taken by the female ghost in purple, since she liked me, he would give her it, so why bother with this problem?

Lan Tian thought about it, and he smiled again.

Hearing that there was a commodity exchange conference in the town today, Lan Tian hurriedly went upstairs, quickly packed up the paper, brushes, etc., and hurried downstairs.

When Lan Tian walked to the gate, he suddenly thought of the carved golden dragon and a few pairs of ash bracelets, so he went back upstairs and packed them in plastic bags and took them away.

Lan Tian thought to himself, although these are stone carvings and are worthless, if anyone wants me, I will sell them cheaply, anyway, there are many stones on the mountain. Hi! It's hard to make money these days!

After arriving in the town, Lan Tian found another stall and set it up, and by the way, he put out the golden dragon statue and bracelet. The golden dragon statue and the ash bracelet shine like a gemstone in the sunlight.

The people who came to the exchange meeting today came from all over the world, and the crowd was black and oppressive, and the noise was shocking.

The people gathered in front of Lan Tian's stall were also stacked one after another, and they were all attracted by the golden dragon statue and white bracelet carved by Lan Tian. But when they asked if it was carved from the yellow wax stone on the mountain, they all shook their heads and scattered away.

Lan Tian's heart was half cold, and he smiled bitterly.

He felt tired for most of the day yesterday, carving these stones, but no one bought them. Hi! What a tired dog! He smiled self-deprecatingly again.

Also, he hasn't opened a portrait painting today, and when many old people ask him how much it costs to paint a painting, Lan Tian stretched out five fingers - Wu Yuan one, and the old man said that it was too expensive! All five fingers - don't!

It was almost noon, and the people who had rushed to the market dispersed to go home. Lan Tian stretched his neck, looked at the autumn water, looked forward to the stars, the moon, and couldn't look forward to a business.

Lan Tian took out his cigarettes, one after the other, he inhaled "bar-chirp", and spit out a circle of depressed smoke.

He looked listless, his body was dripping with cold sweat, evaporated by the merciless heat of summer, and he was like a fish drying under the scorching heat—slowly wilting.

At this time, a young man in his forties wearing sunglasses walked towards him with a leather crotch bag on his back. He was tall, burly, and had shiny hair. He wore a stylish white shirt and black trousers, and shiny black leather shoes underneath his trousers.

Coming to Lan Tian's stall, the prime man took off his sunglasses and put them in his shirt pocket. He bent down to pick up the golden statue of the real dragon and squinted at it.

Lan Tian was overjoyed, he thought to himself that if he went out of the army, I would sell it. Now the price of tofu has risen again, the day before yesterday it was three cents a piece, and today it costs a piece of Wu cents.

"Boss, do you want it? If you want it, it's cheaper for you. Lan Tian eagerly looked forward to it.

Half a sound, he didn't squeak, Lan Tian felt uncomfortable.

That's when the boss asked; "Is this a yellow wax stone?"

"Yes, authentic Icestone." Lan Tian replied with a smile.

"Oh, good!" The boss looked at him as if he were looking at a baby. After a while, he said, "Little master, your carving skills are first-class!" ”

"Where, boss, do you want to buy it?" Lan Tian's words obviously changed urgently.

"I want to buy it!" The boss's answer was sonorous and powerful.

Lan Tian Daxi,

The boss gently put down the golden dragon sculpture, picked up the white jade bracelets and looked at them, he asked; "How much?"

At this time, Lan Tian thought that it would be better to sell it for one yuan, which was better than today's business bald. So he asked weakly; "Look at it, boss."

The boss thought for a moment, and he said aloud; "This golden dragon is like two hundred yuan, and these three ash bracelets are twenty yuan each, a total of 260 yuan, will it be less?"

"What...... What the? Is it $260? Lan Tian asked in shock, he didn't believe his own ears.

"That's right! It's 260 yuan! Is it less? The boss repeated.

"Ahh No less, no less! Lan Tian's tone was excited, he thought he was dreaming, he pinched his arm hard, and the neuralism in the arm was scolding Lan Tian for having nerves.

It's really not open for half a day, and it's been open for three years!

The boss gave the money 260 yuan to Lan Tian, and after Lan Tian took the money excitedly, he carefully picked up the bag.

That's when the boss spoke again; "Carve me ten more golden dragons, carve me another 50 ash bracelets, and call me when the carvings are complete!" The boss pulled out a pen and paper and quickly wrote down the phone number.

When Lan Tian heard this, his heart jumped "dong dong", he was as excited as if he had won the Wu Baiwan grand prize, he calculated that ten golden dragons were two thousand yuan, and fifty bracelets were one thousand yuan. Lan Tian thought in his heart; Haha, I'm rich!

But Lan Tian still asked a little puzzled; "Boss, why do you want so many yellow wax stone statues?"

The boss gave Lan Tian the written phone number, and he said; "My surname is Wu, I open a jewelry store in a big city, call me when you engrave it, and I will come to get it. Also carve a rockery, a bonsai sculpture statue sample to me! ”

"Good, good, good!" Lan Tian replied happily, he took the phone number and carefully put it in his purse.

The martial boss picked up the golden dragon statue and left, but after he walked for a while, he turned around and shouted emphatically; "Remember, be sure to carve with the finest yellow wax stone!"

Lan Tian covered his mouth with his hands and replied loudly; "Got it...... Boss! ”

Seeing that there was no one around, Lan Tian jumped up with joy.

Lan Tian cleaned up his stall early and ate some noodles at the restaurant. Then he went to buy tofu, and when he bought it, he saw a lot of people carrying straw paper (money for burning the dead) in their hands

So, Lan Tian asked an aunt who was carrying straw paper; "Auntie, why do so many people buy straw paper today? Halloween? ”

"Today is the seventh and a half months, it's Halloween!"

"Oh, no wonder."

Lan Tian thought to himself that he was always living in a daze, and he couldn't even remember that today was Halloween. Everyone buys straw paper to burn, and I have to buy it even more, not to mention that I live in a haunted house! I'm going to burn a little more! Those ghosts in the province wept all night long, so desolate.

Lan Tian bought a lot of straw paper and incense candles, and hurried to the haunted house.

After dinner, Lan Tian lit incense and candles at the gate. He made an iron washbasin and placed it on the floor of the hall. He lit the papyrus, and he learned the words of his father when he burned the paper calling to the ghost to take the money, and he pretended to read it with his head shaken;

The heavens and the earth are together, and the money is in the bitter mountains.

The money drove to the mountains of gold, and the money went to the treasury officials.

If there is no use for broken money, the wind blows back to the mountain of money.

As soon as he finished reading these words, the straw paper burned more and more, and the flames swallowed the straw paper in the basin "crackling", and clumps of ash like black silver dollars floated all over the house, and filled everywhere.

Lan Tian burned the straw paper for about an hour before he finished burning it. He was sweating profusely, and he thought to himself that the money he used for this ghost would be enough to spend for a while.

Lan Tianxiang has done a good deed, he is relieved!

When he was done, he closed the door and went upstairs.

Lan Tian lit the candles, he practiced painting diligently, and he was fascinated by the enthusiasm for artistic creation.

When his homework was done, Lan Tian snorted, stretched his waist and prepared to change his clothes and go to bed.

At this time, he glanced at the purple ghost on the bed, he was startled, the corner of the purple sheet was hanging under the bed, and the sculpture of the purple ghost was lying on the bed. Her beautiful eyes were pouring tears, and the bed was wet.

Lan Tian hurriedly walked over and picked up the statue of the female ghost in purple. He walked to the table again and took the clean paper, and gently wiped her tears, but Lan Tian wiped it clean here, and it was flowing down that side.

Lan Tianjue's female ghost has a great grievance.

At this time, Lan Tian suddenly had an inspiration, and he said softly to the female ghost statue; "Ziyi, we are friends! If you have any sad things or complaints, you can give me dreams to see if I can help you. ”

As soon as Lan Tian's words came out, the purple female ghost statue instantly stopped shedding tears.

Lan Tian breathed a sigh of relief, he smiled and gently put the statue of the female ghost in purple on her bed, and helped her cover the sheets.

Lan Tian went to bed and rested.

In the middle of the night, the whole building was silent.

Suddenly, the sound of pulling the erhu sounded downstairs, the voice was low and the other was high, wailing and whispering, and the sound of the erhu was like a passionate funeral song. Immediately afterwards, a melodious flute sounded, the sound of which was piercing, and the sound of the flute could pierce and cut off people's internal organs, and it was sad and sad......

As soon as Lan Tian heard this voice, his whole body was paralyzed with fright.

When he was a child, he heard his grandfather say that when he heard this kind of sound, it was the coming of the Yin Ghost Funeral Team.

However, Lan Tian is amazingly courageous, if he were replaced by a timid person, he would have been scared into nerves. At this time, Lan Tian eased his senses, pricked up his eardrums and listened hard, he wanted to know what song the ghost was playing?