Chapter 10: The Dying
The scorching sun is scorching, and the gate of Qingming Scenic Area is full of tourists.
I stood motionless in the middle of the large square at the entrance of the scenic area.
Many people held up their cameras to snap pictures of me.
Some are still using their phones to record videos.
Because I'm dressed so weirdly.
Zhou's clothes are all cut out of paper, and they are colorful.
Looks like a performance artist.
"Wow, there's a master of performance art here, sister, grandpa come and see."
A girl in a high school uniform with a ponytail jumped up and down.
She was very delicate, her face was childish, and when she smiled, her eyes became crooked crescents.
It's beautiful.
She was followed by a young woman, dressed in black professional clothes, with a graceful posture, convex and backward, black hair draped over her shoulders, stepping on high heels, and a melon seed face, which was so beautiful that it was touching.
A young woman supported an elderly man wearing a Mao suit on crutches.
Sluggishness.
The high school girl smiled and was about to reach out to touch my clothes, but was scolded by the woman behind her.
"Qianqian."
The sound is melodious, like water and song.
The high school girl grimaced, licked her tongue, took out her camera and shouted, "Grandpa, come here, I'll take a picture of you." β
The old man walked over, his voice a little hoarse, and said, "Okay, okay." β
It seems that he wants to make the girl happy, so he follows her.
The old man in the tunic stood beside me.
I frowned slightly, and smelled something unusual.
The taste is so special.
Dead air.
I looked at the old man and shook my head involuntarily.
In three days he will die.
The old man noticed the strangeness, smiled embarrassedly at me, and whispered, "I'm sorry, young man, I'll give you money later." β
I said lightly, "No need. β
Yin Cha cannot accept money from a dying person, and receiving it is regarded as accepting bribes.
Although I am no longer bad, I still can't bear to ask him to take money.
Besides, I'm not a performance artist at all.
The high school girl slapped twice.
Then he encouraged the young woman to stand up and take pictures together.
The young woman came with a smile.
Stood on my other side.
The high school girl held the camera and was about to take a picture, but she put it down again and shouted, "Sister Weiwei, take off your glasses, the photos will be very beautiful." β
The young woman's expression was a little embarrassed.
The old man in the tunic persuaded on the side: "Pick it up, it's okay in broad daylight." β
I suddenly felt a little strange, could it be that this girl's eyes were hurt by something that she couldn't show to others, for fear of being laughed at?
Sneaking a glance at her.
The young woman answered, took off her glasses, glanced at me from the corner of her eye, her face changed suddenly, and without saying a word, she raised her hand and gave me a slap.
"Hooligans."
I was dumbfounded.
Damn it.
Lao Tzu recruited you or provoked you.
I just sneaked a peek at you out of the corner of my eye, and you didn't miss a piece of meat.
I was so wronged.
This slap made my sky full of little stars.
The old man was also stunned, and said to the high school girl: "Qianqian, stop shooting." β
The high school girl came over with a puzzled face, and said in surprise: "Sister, you, why are you beating people?" β
The eyes that looked at me were full of apology.
The old man smiled awkwardly at me and said, "I'm sorry, young man." β
Excuse me, it's over?
If someone gives you a slap in the face and says sorry to you, will you put things in harmony?
I was about to get angry and ask why.
Who knew that the young woman said angrily: "Not only do I want to beat him, but I also have to call the police, this scoundrel." β
As he spoke, he took out his mobile phone and was stopped by the old man.
The old man said in a low voice, "Weiwei, what's going on?" β’β’β’β’β’β’ you won't see anything again, will you? β
The young woman hurriedly put her glasses back on, her face turned red, and pointed at me, "He β’β’β’β’β’β’ he is not wearing clothes?" β
The high school girl sighed, her face was as red as a red Fuji, she looked me up and down for a while, and said, "Sister, are you mistaken?" He's dressed in a strange way, but people have clothes. β
As he spoke, he was about to touch my clothes, but the young woman suddenly opened her hand.
There was a huge shock in my heart.
Can this woman see through the clothes that Ma Xiaoling cast?
This is specially used to deal with little Lori Meng Po.
Ordinary people can see my colorful clothes, but Meng Po saw it, as if she was naked.
- Anyway, her eyes can see through, and I don't care anymore.
But how can this woman say that I have no clothes?
Wouldn't I have seen it in front of her?
My face was burning all of a sudden, and I secretly prayed in my heart that it would be better for them to go away.
Especially young women.
The farther you go, the better.
As to why her eyes could see, I didn't have time to think.
The old man looked at me apologetically, took out two hundred dollars from his pocket, and shoved it into my hand.
"I don't take money from dying peopleβ’β’β’β’β’β’"
As soon as I blurted out the words, I regretted that I really wanted to give myself two mouths.
It's too straightforward and fast-talking.
This old man is nearing the end of the day, and he exudes a dead aura on his body, and he will die in three days.
Isn't it okay for me to find trouble?
What a mouthful.
The high school girl was angry all of a sudden, and scolded: "Bastard, who do you say is the one who is dying?" β
I'm going to rush over and hit someone.
was stopped by a young woman.
The young woman looked at me in surprise and asked in a low voice, "Are you a warlock?" β
Lao Tzu's clothes were made by warlocks.
My mom is a bad guy, and she's been fired.
I shook my head and said no more.
I didn't expect that I didn't speak, but in their eyes, it became a pretense of profundity.
The old man looked at me with a solemn face, and said cautiously: "Young man, are you talking about me just now?" Don't worry, I'm not going to be angry with you, I just don't know how the young man sees it? β
I sighed and said, "That, old man, I'm young, and I've been talking nonsense for a while, and I've offended you, please forgive me, I'm sorry, please leave, I still have to work." β
Lao Tzu still has to wait for someone.
The old man said to the high school girl: "Qianqian, go buy tickets." β
The young woman also urged her to leave.
The high school girl glared at me angrily and threatened, "Be careful what you say, be careful that you can't stay here." β
"Qianqian, go quickly."
The young woman scolded.
She left, waving her little fist at me as she left.
The old man pulled the young woman aside and said in a low voice, "Are you really not mistaken? Is he really undressed? β
The young woman said with a red face: "No, there are two black moles, one large and one small, under the corns on his belly, the big ones are like soybeans, and the small ones are like rice grains." β
No way.
She really had an unobstructed view of me.
Even the fact that I had two black moles under the corns of my belly was not bad at all.
I was ashamed and wanted to find a crack in the ground to get into.
Bye-bye.
I really don't have a face to live anymore.
Butβ’β’β’It seems that I was seen by such a beautiful girl.,I don't seem to be at a lossβ’β’β’β’β’β’ hehe.γ
The old man tidied up his tunic for a while, walked over again, his attitude was extremely respectful, and said softly: "My name is Xu Mubai, this is my granddaughter Xu Weiwei, dare to ask Your Excellency's honorable name?" β
Xu Mubai? Xu Weiwei?
These two names are so familiar, I seem to have heard them there?
I just can't remember it for a while.
But no matter what, I'd better pretend to be deaf and dumb.
So he looked at his nose and nose and his heart, like a stone carving.
When the young woman saw that I ignored them, her face was slightly angry, and she was about to get angry, but the old man stopped her eyes.
He laughed and said, "Since the master doesn't want to reveal his name, we can't bother, so let's leave." β
With that, he walked away.
The young woman was very unwilling, did not move, glared at me and said: "No matter whether what you just said is true or false, and I don't care what kind of warlock you are or not, you will have to pay a terrible price for what you say, wait and see." β
After saying that, he turned around and left.
Threaten me?
I haven't asked you for a nude viewing fee, a mental damage fee.
I'm going to live for a second now, and I'm afraid that your threat won't come true?
Just when I was distraught and thinking wildly, I suddenly found a little girl standing in front of me.
Very cute, about 1.4 meters tall, wearing a crimson cotton hat with two two-inch-long light yellow antlers on the top, wearing a fuchsia off-the-shoulder gothic lolita dress, white stockings on her legs, and a pair of cartoon canvas shoes on her feet! Carrying a light blue Mickey bag and holding a coffee-colored teddy bear in his arms!
The skin is fair, the blow can be broken, and the facial features are exquisite, as if from the hand of God!
Above the upturned nose is a pair of mini pink glasses, and behind the lenses are a pair of big watery eyes, which are as clear as water!
"Little sister, what's wrong with you?"
I was surprised.
She smiled slightly, stepped forward and grabbed my hand, and said coquettishly, "Brother, can you take me home?" β
Go home?
Could it be that this is a lost child?
I asked softly, "Is my little sister lost?" I'm lost and want to find a police uncle, big brother still has something to do. β
She's very cute and I want to help her, but I can't move an inch.
The little girl looked at me in a daze, looking pitiful.
My heart softened suddenly, leaned over and said: "Little sister, don't cry, don't cry, my brother is waiting for someone here, I really can't leave, do you think this is good, I will point out the police uncle to you, you go to them, they can drive you home in a police car,ββ it's very fashionable to take a police car, have you ever been in a police car?" β
The little girl shook her head, tears finally falling down.
I panicked and didn't know what to say or do.
The little girl cried, "I don't have a home anymore." β
"Huh? How so? What about your mom and dad? β
"I didn't have a mother, and when I was very young, she died."
"Huh? So pitiful, what about your father? β
"He doesn't want me anymore, he's been busy with work, he doesn't talk to me, he doesn't play with me, I'm really empty and lonely."
I rub.
Such an older child knows that it is empty, lonely, and cold.
The development is also too mature.
But hearing about her tragic life story, my compassion was greater.
lamented: "I see, then you always know where your father works, right?" β
"In the river, clear the mud, catch loachesβ’β’β’β’β’β’ brother, why don't you wear clothes? Are you hot? β
The little girl suddenly tilted her head and asked with her eyes pierced.
I was shocked.
Hell yes - oh, my job is to hunt ghosts.
What's going on today?
Another one who said I was naked?
Wait a minute.
Just now she said that her father was clearing mud in the river and catching loaches.
This, isn't this what the Huangquan Daoist is talking about?
I exclaimed, "Are you Little Lori Meng Po?" You, how did you become a different person? β
The little girl smiled and spun around in a small circle in place, "How is it?" Is it good-looking? β
"Beautiful."
"Be louder, I can't hear it."
"Okay-look-"