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The boss smiled, he didn't feel irritated at all, he just thought it was a little fun.
A person's temperament and aura are often more credible than his words.
"Hiss"
With a crisp sound, with a little lingering sound, like a snake shedding its skin, he began to tear off the skin on his body.
At the same time, the boss's body frame is slowly shrinking, and his physique is also slowly slimming down, like a balloon that has a small hole and is slowly deflated.
Zhou Ze now finally understood why the bowl of noodles was so rotten.
This kind of "transformation" of the other party does take some time.
Wearing the boss's clothes and apron, but the face of the other party turned into a slightly green youth.
The corner of the young man's mouth is smiling, and his charm is natural, especially the arc extending from the corner of his eyes, which seems to be able to scratch the itch of the men and women around him, which is just right and just right.
It is a bit against the law to describe a man as "fascinating", but some men are indeed naturally charming, such as the ancient emperors, there are countless people who like masculinity. The reason is indeed that some men are more charming than women. More like a woman.
"Do I look good?"
The young man asked Zhou Ze.
Zhou Ze felt the nausea that he had suppressed after eating noodles hit again, waved his hands apologetically, and then covered his chest, making a gesture that I can't vomit.
Who knows dishes on the menu, A Journey!
Zhou Ze knows how to cherish food, especially the food that he has swallowed with great difficulty and is about to be digested into energy in his body.
The young man sat down on a chair next to him, holding a lighter in his hand, spinning it casually.
He was looking at Zhou Ze, because Zhou Ze had discovered him, and he thought that his imitation was natural, and since he was in this snack restaurant, 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. Every move and expression of his parents has 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 playing tricks.
But in fact, Zhou Ze regarded him as a ghost from the very beginning.
Zhou Ze didn't want to meddle in other people's business, a person who was in the money range of a freezer not long ago, Zhou Ze didn't think he had the right to meddle in other people's business.
But it¡¯s okay to ignore this idle business,
Nosy things happen next door to him.
So Zhou Ze felt that, no matter what, it¡¯s better to break the matter first. If it is easy to solve, he can solve it by himself.
"Your nails." Zhou Ze said, "I'm a little sensitive to nails."
The proprietress brought the noodles to her face,
The boss personally handed himself a cigarette,
The nails are all presented in front of him.
Although the thickness and degree of white calluses on fingers are different, the lines on the nail cover are the same.
And these days, Zhou Ze pays more attention to his nails, not only his own nails, but also other people's nails.
The young man narrowed his eyes slightly, as if lost, the details were not done properly.
Although I have the intention of being slack, as long as it is discovered, it is indeed my fault.
"Are you really not a ghost?" Zhou Ze asked again.
If it is a human being, it is really exaggerated.
In fact, Zhou Ze didn't see many ghosts. Leaving aside the journey in hell, in the world of Yang, the ghosts he saw were really very few.
"Painting skin is a skill handed down from my family." The young man stood up, grabbed Zhou Ze's hand, and placed it on his chest, "It's just that it has been passed down for many generations, and it is only my generation , to pick it up again.¡±
This action was a bit ambiguous and out of the ordinary, but Zhou Ze subconsciously squeezed it with his hands.
Zhou Ze will never think that it is because Dr. Lin has not let him sleep that he is now interested in men,
Of course, it is true that the man in front of me is more attractive than women.
"No bones?" Zhou Ze showed surprise on his face, "No, it's osteomalacia.p; seems to say, he didn't believe it,
It also seemed to say that she didn't know either.
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When Zhou Ze returned to his store, the freezer had already been settled. In fact, the dilapidated bookstore left by Xu Le had to be rectified. It was not an option to let it continue to lose money like this.
The sign at the door of the bookstore reads "Xu Le Bookstore", which is as rustic as it needs to be.
In short, this bookstore is in the hands of that guy, from top to bottom, from the inside to the outside, there is an 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 identity verification at all, and there was basically no way to appeal.
Later, Zhou Ze could only go out and take a taxi. He planned to change the brand, or make a couplet with the house number and put it here.
He knew a plaque shop, specializing in wooden plaque business, the owner 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, after Zhou Ze worked, The old man donated together with Zhou Ze.
The plaque shop is not far away, just at the foot of Wolf Mountain, there are incense candles on the front, back, left, and right sides, and only this one sells plaques.
However, when Zhou Ze walked in, he found that the store was being cleaned, and even the plaque had been removed.
A middle-aged man directed the workers to work there.
"Who are you?" The other party asked when they saw Zhou Ze approaching.
"I'm looking for Mr. Zhao." Zhou Ze said, he respected the old man very much.
"Sorry, my dad just passed away last month." The middle-aged man replied.
"Leaving?" Zhou Ze was a little surprised and sad. He and Mr. Zhao were not familiar with each other, but they knew each other as a person. Therefore, it was normal that he was not notified of the funeral.
Moreover, it may be that for Mr. Zhao's family, Mr. Zhao has been donating the income from the plaques to the orphanage. Naturally, they don't like the orphanage. money.
"Are you here to order a plaque?" the middle-aged man asked.
"Yes." Zhou Ze nodded.
"Our family won'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, the locals go to burn incense and worship Buddha during festivals, which is enough to make a fortune for the shops and merchants located at the foot of the mountain.
This is also a kind of relying on mountains to eat mountains, and relying on water to eat water.
"That's a pity." Zhou Ze felt a little regretful.
He intends to visit the old gentleman's tombstone.
"However, there are still a few plaques at home that my father made before. They can't be sold. I don't know what my father carved those plaques for. They are not custom-made. If you like them, I can give them to you at a cheaper price." The middle-aged man planned to dispose of it with the intention of selling waste products.
"Okay, let me take a look." Zhou Ze agreed.
Following the middle-aged man to the small yard behind, the middle-aged man opened a warehouse and turned on the lights.
There are some sundries inside, including Mr. Zhao's working tools, which are piled up in a disorderly manner, which means that future generations do not intend to inherit this craft.
Now everyone is making cards that can shine, who is willing to use this? Hard work, but still can't make any money.
"Huh" The middle-aged man blew on the several plaques on the ground, and said, "Look at it, two hundred yuan a pair, you can take it if you like it, and forget it if you don't like it."
Obviously, the middle-aged man has no confidence in whether he can give up these plaques.
Zhou Ze walked over to have a look,
The first plaque reads:
"Life and death are determined by destiny, and wealth depends on the sky."
Zhou Ze shook his head, and the middle-aged man sighed, knowing that this plaque was useless.
The next copy 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 about this.
The middle-aged man didn't sigh this time, because he knew that there was no way to play. Who opened a store and hung this at the door when they were full?
The third vice:
"Just listen to it, that's what I heard."
Zhou Ze smiled,
The middle-aged man looked at Zhou Ze and smiled, and he smiled too.
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