Chapter 12 Intention!

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The boss smiled, he didn't feel provoked at all, he just thought it was a little fun.

A person's temperament and aura are often more credible than his words.

"His..."

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

At the same time, the boss's skeleton is slowly shrinking, and his physique is also slowly shrinking, like a balloon that has broken a small hole and is slowly deflating.

Zhou Ze now finally understands why the bowl of noodles was so badly cooked.

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

He was still wearing the boss's clothes and wearing an apron, but the face of the other party turned into a slightly green youth.

The young man's mouth was smiling, and he was charming, especially the arc extending from the corner of his eyes, which seemed to be able to scratch the itchiness of the men and women around him. It was just right and just right.

To describe a man as "fascinating" is somewhat inconsistent, but some men are indeed naturally charming, such as ancient emperors and the like, there are countless people who like masculine style. The reason is indeed that some men are more attractive than women. more like a woman.

"Am I good-looking?"

The young man asked Zhou Ze.

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

Who knows dishes on the menu, A Journey!

Zhou Ze knew how to cherish food, especially the food that he finally swallowed and was about to digest into energy in his body.

The young man sat down on a chair next to him, holding a lighter in his hand, turning it around at will.

He was looking at Zhou Ze, because Zhou Ze found him, he thought that his imitation was natural, and it was in this snack restaurant, so there shouldn't be any problems.

the most important is,

He imitated his own parents.

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

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

"Aren't you a ghost?"

Zhou Ze also asked questions at the same time.

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

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

Zhou Ze doesn't want to meddle in his own business. A person who was in the category of money for a freezer not long ago, Zhou Ze doesn't think he has the qualifications to meddle in his own business.

But no matter what this idle business is,

Gossip happens next door to you.

So Zhou Ze felt that no matter what, it's better to break things first. If it's easy to solve, you can solve it yourself.

"Your nails." Zhou Ze said, "I am a little sensitive to nails."

The proprietress brought the noodles to her,

The boss personally handed himself cigarettes,

Nails, all presented in front of him.

Although the thickness of the fingers and the degree of calluses vary, the texture on the fingernails is the same.

And these days, Zhou Ze pays more attention to his nails, not only his own, but also others' nails.

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

Although he has the intention of being slack, as long as he is discovered, it is indeed his own fault.

"Are you really not a ghost?" Zhou Ze asked again.

If it's human, it's really exaggerated.

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 few.

"Painting skin is a skill handed down from my family's ancestors." The young man stood up, reached out and grabbed Zhou Ze's hand, placing it on his chest, "It's just that it has been broken down for many generations, and it's my generation. to pick it up again.”

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

Zhou Ze would never think that it was because Dr. Lin kept him from sleeping that he became interested in men now.

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

"No bones?" Zhou Ze's face showed surprise, "No, it's rickets."

Osteoarthritis, also known as rickets, is a disorder of bone calcification due to lack of calcium. The bone becomes soft and easily deformed. Zhou Ze used to be a doctor, so he naturally knows a little bit about it, but just like even a cold can be divided into many conditions and many different pathologies. There are also many sub-categories of rickets, and the young man in front of him should be an extreme.

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

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

The young man smiled and did not continue to speak.

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

"My name is Xu Qinglang." The young man said seriously

answer.

"Who are you imitating?" Zhou Ze asked.

"Father, mother."

Zhou Ze was stunned for a moment, with a wry smile on his face.

Got it,

This is a big misunderstanding.

After eating the noodles before, Sister Lin left. Zhou Ze thought about piercing the window paper and deliberately using words to provoke him, but he didn't think so. It was someone who had nothing to do and played role-playing here and remembered his deceased relative.

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 people, stripped skins, and was still "receiving a crown from a monkey".

"Then... I'm sorry."

I'm really embarrassed to make fun of your mother.

"I'm not angry." Xu Qinglang said, "but I'm curious, what do you mean by always treating me as a ghost?"

"Means nothing."

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

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

With a serious face, a solemn look,

Get your heart out.

Xu Qinglang's expression froze,

Then he couldn't help but let out a "poof" laughter,

Looking at Zhou Ze's eyes,

It's like looking at a mentally retarded.

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 want to ask, is that human skin real human skin?" Zhou Ze asked curiously.

"Fish skin." Xu Qinglang replied, "Processed, painted, made."

"Then what kind of noodles are you selling?" Zhou Ze couldn't understand. "I heard that a piece of Hezhe snakeskin clothes can be sold for a lot of money. If you sell them as art, you should be more valuable, right?"

"I can't do something handed down for profit."

"Then you should be rich." Zhou Ze said.

"The house has just been demolished." Xu Qinglang didn't answer directly, "We have divided 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 a lot of money despite his hard work.

Tongcheng is no better than Shanghai, but the housing price is also close to ten thousand and one flat.

Demolition of the second generation, envy.

Zhou Ze shook his head, "Are you going to continue to make noodles 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 it for now." Zhou Ze replied.

"me too."

"Then, see you later, by the way, does your plum juice have other flavors?" Zhou Ze was curious about this. "For example, bitter gourd flavor? Grape flavor?"

"There is a secret recipe that can be done." Xu Qinglang was very sincere.

"Very good." Zhou Ze reached out and patted Xu Qinglang's shoulder.

motherfucker,

like cotton,

It's soft, it's really weak and boneless, if it's lying on the bed in my arms...  

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

Zhou Ze walked out of the noodle shop,

Xu Qinglang walked to the back room, opened 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,

sway slightly,

As if to say, he doesn't believe it,

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

………………

Zhou Ze returned to his store. The freezer had been set up. In fact, the broken bookstore left by Xu Le had to be rectified.

The sign at the entrance of the bookstore reads "Xule Bookstore", as rustic as you want.

In short, the bookstore in the hands of that guy, from top to bottom, from the inside to the outside, has the atmosphere of "definitely losing money".

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, he couldn't pass the authentication at all, and there was basically no way to appeal.

Afterwards, Zhou Ze could only go out and take a taxi. He planned to change a brand, or make a pair of house plates and put them here.

He knew a plaque shop who specialized in wood carving plaque business. The shopkeeper was an old man. The old man often donated money to the orphanage. When Zhou Ze himself was a member of the orphanage, the old man was donating money. The old man and Zhou Ze donated together.

The plaque shop is not far away, just at the foot of Langshan Mountain. There are incense candles on the front, back and left, and this one sells plaques.

However, when Zhou Ze walked in, he found that the shop was being cleaned, and even the plaque had been removed.

A middle-aged man was there directing the workers to work.

"Who are you?" the other party asked when he saw Zhou Ze approaching.

"I'm looking for Mr. Zhao." Zhou Ze said, he respected the old man very much.

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

"Let's go?" Zhou Ze was a little surprised and a little sad. He and Mr. Zhao were actually not familiar with each other, but they only knew each other as such a person. Therefore, it was normal that he was not notified of the funeral.

Moreover, perhaps for Mr. Zhao's family, Mr. Zhao has been earning the income from playing the plaque.

If they donate to the orphanage, they naturally don't like the orphanage, and they won't even inform the orphanage of the funeral, for fear that the orphanage will come up to them again and ask for money.

"Are you here to order a plaque?" the middle-aged man asked.

"Yeah." Zhou Ze nodded.

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

Wolf Mountain is one of the ten hills of Buddhism. Even if it does not attract foreign tourists, local people burn incense and worship Buddha during the festivals, which is enough for the shops and businesses located at the foot of the mountain to make a lot of money.

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

"That's a pity." Zhou Ze felt a little regretful.

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

"However, there are still a few plaques that my father used to make. I can't sell them. I don't know what my father engraved on the plaques. They were not made by people. If you like it, I will give it to you at a cheaper price." The middle-aged man decided to dispose of it with the intention of selling the waste.

"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 warehouse and turned on the light.

There are some sundries in it, including the utensils that Mr. Zhao used when he was working.

Now that everyone is making cards that can shine, who would like to use this? Working hard and not earning any money.

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

Obviously, the middle-aged man had little confidence in whether he could give away these plaques.

Zhou Ze walked over and took a look.

The first plaque reads:

"Life and death are destiny, 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 scary, and ghosts know that people are poisonous."

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

The middle-aged man didn't sigh this time, because he knew that there would be no drama. Who would hang this at the door when they were full?

Third Vice:

"I heard it, I heard it."

Zhou Ze smiled,

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

After all, one is satisfied.

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