Seeing the cute and stupid lying on the grass, Qiyan was also taken aback, and immediately took off her coat, complaining that I didn't care about being cute and stupid.

Half-hugging and half-hugging, I took the cute stupid to the former guest house, and I returned to my room tired and sweaty.

When the bath came out, Qiyan was adding incense and oil to Shi Lao's urn.

Qiyan's cold is seriously perceived, and she doesn't know that I am behind my back.

"Grandpa Shi. Hai Ye just didn't know who to call. I didn't hear the specifics clearly, it seems that the Fangzhou Garden of West Lake was mentioned, and the old houses of the Demon Capital, and the Fanjia ...... was also mentioned."

"Hai Ye cheated a lot of money from Tong Tong, I don't know where he used the money?"

"You say, will Hai Ye betray Fang Zhou?"

"I'd rather Hai Ye spend the money and swallow it than Hai Ye betray Fang Zhou."

"I'm afraid the boy won't be able to stand it."

"Grandpa Shi, tomorrow, you will be buried in the ground, I can't bear you......

"Tong Tong can't bear to ...... you"

"If you're gone, no one in this world will love me anymore."

"There's no one left."

Listening to Qiyan's muttering, I felt sad and silently closed the bathroom door.

After more than ten minutes, I came out again, and Qi Yan had already stopped crying and knelt on the ground to silently guard Shi Lao's spirit.

When Qiyan couldn't stay up and fell asleep, I quietly approached Qiyan, cut off a strand of Qiyan's hair, and burned it in front of Shi Lao's portrait and put it in a red cloth bag.

opened the red cloth that wrapped Shi Lao, stuffed Qi Yan's hair into it, and kowtowed to Shi Lao's statue.

The second time it was just dawn, the fragrance of bean curd wafted into the guest house early.

When it was early, the woman got up to help feed the chickens and ducks.

The bald old man who was full of wine came in to change shifts, took out a box of tea leaves like a treasure, and told me mysteriously that this tea was the soil tea grown by the old ginger himself, which was particularly delicious.

I didn't bother to pay attention to this traitor, washed up and went out. ap.

After a while, Bald Lao Liang ran out again and insisted on cutting my hair. What do you say tomorrow is the auspicious day of the zodiac for Shi Lao's burial, I am the sword bearer, and I must correct my image.

He also said that cutting his hair must be in the morning, so that he can inhale the aura.

When cutting my hair, Bald Lao Liang also instructed the woman Pan to cut my nails by the way.

Tossed until half past eight, the bean curd has been baked.

A pot of hot tender bean curd with watercress and kimchi made by the old employees of Shangzhou, pick a lump of tofu milk, and then take a bite of fragrant rice, the delicacy is not too good.

After cooking three bowls of rice in a row and leaving the food group, Bald Lao Liang sat under the tree and flipped through the perpetual calendar, holding a pen in his hand to calculate the hours.

The burial stone is naturally based on the yellow calendar.

The ancestors have studied the things that have been handed down for thousands of years, and they are by no means feudal superstitions.

I didn't turn the yellow calendar to count the days like Bald Lao Liang, although my lack of soul and soul IQ dropped significantly, but I haven't fallen behind in the ability to count days.

In the tea room, a roar came from far and near. Then the entire factory area was enveloped by the fierce and piercing horn sound.

"Mom sells lots. Which turtle son dares to rush at our Fangzhou?"

"Which one is on duty today?"

The old ginger scolded and rushed to the front of the steps, but closed his mouth in an instant.

Although the factory has been abandoned for many years, the Fangzhou Cemetery is still strong.

On weekdays, the gate of the factory is closed, and there are also personnel on duty, and ordinary people and cars are not allowed to enter.

Within two minutes, three off-road vehicles rushed up the slope with a shrill horn and stopped at the door of the food group.

The door slammed shut, and a dozen thugs dressed in white got out of the car first.

Seeing these thugs, the old ginger smiled uncharacteristically, and immediately took out his cigarette and stepped forward to nod at everyone.

Suddenly, the old ginger gasped and looked at the head car, his eyes showing fear.

At this moment, the co-pilot of the head car came down with a wolf-eyed man.

"Mr. Gou

, how did you get here? What a rarity, a rarity. Come on here, please."

"Come on, make tea for Mr. Gou."

The old ginger greeted the yin owl man warmly, but in exchange for the indifference and ignorance of the yin owl man.

The yin owl man was holding a big cigar in his mouth, and he didn't give the old ginger a straight look at him at all, his eyes swept to the woman Haopan, and his eyes blinked leisurely.

When he saw Qiyan again, the yin owl man's eyes froze, revealing infinite evil fire.

Pan Xiaoli and Qiyan are both big girls from Yandu, and in their eyes, the yin owl man is completely a country bun.

One turned around indifferently, and the other looked indifferently, which directly made the yin owl man lose any face.

The yin owl man was bored and deflated, and Sen Han's face became more and more gloomy.

"Mr. Gou, you are here to ......"

"Find someone."

The yin owl man held his hand and said indifferently, "Mandarin speakers. Young. You Fangzhou's. Drive an off-road vehicle. Yesterday I saved people from Old Man Guo."

Old Jiangtou's face changed slightly, and he secretly aimed at me and Bald Lao Liang.

"What's the matter with you?"

The third generation of coal asked the yin owl man first, and his words revealed a bit of arrogance.

"Not this little fat man."

Someone next to me whispered and pointed at me and called, "It's him."

The yin owl man turned his head and two wolf eyes hit me in the face.

Yesterday in Dr. Guo's medical center, I met this high-flying and domineering Mr. Gou, who disregards human life like a mustard.

In terms of physiognomy, this Gou is okay. In a small place like Bashan, it is already the ceiling level of the underworld beings.

"You cured Huang Siwa and them yesterday?"

In the face of the indifferent inquiry of the yin owl man, Mr. Gou, my response was to ignore him.

"The turtle son who cut off his skull. We're always asking you, are you deaf?"

A white-clothed thug on the other side rushed straight in front of me, pointed at my nose and scolded, "Believe it or not, Lao Tzu took you down?"

I sat under the tree and still didn't reply.

The white-clothed thug was immediately angry, and he raised his hand to grab me by the collar.

But in the next second, Mr. Gou stopped the white-clothed thugs.

"If you come from afar, you should be respected. Don't let Yandu friends say that we Bashan people are stingy."