death of mountain god

Lu Yan reapplied her lipstick, and her lips were red and fresh, like freshly washed cherries. She looked straight at Zhou Li: "Just now, what was that thing that was used to wrap that hand?"

She was asking about spider silk, and she even mentioned hallucinogenic substances, so why not use spider silk as a new weapon?

Zhou Li took out his black law enforcement certificate confidently, and waved it in front of Lu Yan's eyes: "To be honest, this is my certificate, and it is inconvenient for me to state my position. As for what you are asking, I can only tell you that it is a arms."

In fact, this is a fake certificate. He actually applied for it many times. The old monk insisted that non-staff personnel would not accept it. This trick has fooled many people. The last one was that little girl Li Wei. There are also nine out of ten.

Lu Yan only glanced at it, and she couldn't tell the truth from the fake, so let him continue to make up: "I see, so living here is equivalent to living in a detention center?"

Zhou Li continued to role-play with a smile: "Of course not, this is a private and serious teahouse. Have you seen the business license hanging on the wall on the first floor? The full name is Chenji Teahouse Co., Ltd."

The teahouse is of course true, but it is also true that you will encounter strange things as soon as you enter the teahouse. If you change someone, you will definitely feel that Feng Shui is not good, and you have to live in a different place, but Lu Yan obviously does not believe in ghosts.

She continued to ask: "I see, if we continue to live here for a few days, will we still encounter this kind of thing?"

Zhou Li naturally wouldn't swear: "No one can guarantee this, but if something like this happens, it's at least safer here than in a hotel."

This statement is well-founded, even if it is a man-made ghost, it can scare the timid to death, and no one can guarantee that it will be safe.

Lu Yan thought so, and turned to look at the others: "Are there any of you who don't want to live here?"

Yao Zhi felt something was wrong, and sneered: "What? Want to live in a room with Young Master Fang?"

Zhang Ming frowned: "Hey, my neck hurts a bit."

Yao Zhi leaned over to brag, then cast a sideways glance: "Stop pretending, you don't want me to argue with her."

"Then I don't dare, who dares to care about the scene of you two roommates falling in love and killing each other for so many years?" Zhang Ming straightened his neck and leaned back on the back of the chair.

Disagreements arose when registering their names and assigning rooms. Yao Zhi insisted on sharing a standard room with Zhang Ming, so that Lu Yan could only live in the same room with three male companions. This kind of gender allocation is obviously inappropriate.

Facing this situation, Chen Heng was at a loss. Fortunately, he was patient, and persuaded Yao Zhi first: "Look, isn't it a good idea for you two girls to live together? Well, as the old saying goes, roommates are just quarreling at the head of the bed and at the end of the bed. and."

Yao Zhi felt that Boss Chen was a joke in the world: "You should read more books, people say you live to learn, and you, a middle-aged man, should pay special attention, otherwise you won't be able to understand the old sayings." Applicable scope."

Chen Heng has been in business for so many years, and his business has become oily. He could not even hear the sarcasm, and he just agreed: "Hey, you are right, you can't give up studying, so what do you think about the accommodation allocation?"

Yao Zhi punched the cotton, felt powerless when communicating with the boss again, waved his hands and said, "Then Zhang Ming and I live in a four-person room, let Lu Yan choose someone to go."

Boss Chen, who is bullying and afraid of being tough, came up to Lu Yan again, watching her expression eagerly: "Look, this...how about you make do with that one?"

Chen Heng hinted at Fang Zhuoyan, but Fang Zhuoyan didn't pay attention to him. He sat in a place against the light and slowed down his breathing, as if he was waiting for the verdict.

Lu Yan didn't look at anyone, and sighed: "Then let me talk to Fang Zhuo, other people may not be willing to share a room with me."

It means that there is no choice but to choose, but please don't worry about that person.

The meaning is obvious, but Fang Zhuoyan is content, it's okay to shave his head and make his head hot, at least he doesn't think he is cold.

The sun gradually rose to the top of the head, and everyone in the teahouse was waiting for food. Boss Chen was tossing food in the back kitchen, and in Zhao Sanjie's shop across the street, Shen Yuntan stared blankly at a plate of perch in tin foil.

He didn't know why he came here again. The house where he lived for more than ten years was airtight. Today's sky was as blue as glazed tiles. No matter how you looked at it, it was a good day for going out.

Now that he had put on his clothes and stepped out of the door, there must be a general direction, so Shen Yuntan walked all the way west to the old street, and came as often as he came, and was afraid that the person would be embarrassed if he saw him, so he only walked in the window of Zhou Li's room. Put a sandalwood leaf on it, and turned into the opposite door lightly.

Third Sister Zhao’s business is still booming, rumors hurt people, and Third Sister Zhao is not a human being, she doesn’t expect people to be able to tell right from wrong, but she has many ways to make people forget about it. With broken flowers, no matter what the pattern is, the cheongsam on her body has no wrinkles at all.

Suddenly, someone tapped on the table with slightly long nails, and there was a touch of dancome red on the fingertips, which was solemn and gorgeous.

"Why, is this fish unappetizing?"

Shen Yuntan looked at the owner of the finger, and Third Sister Zhao laughed wildly. He looked down at the perch: "I just ate it yesterday, and I don't have any appetite today."

Third Sister Zhao sat across from him, holding her chin with both hands: "Is it the fish that makes you lose your appetite, or the people who eat fish with you make you lose your appetite?"

Shen Yuntan pointed to the wrist-length sleeves of the black shirt: "It's hot, I'm wearing the wrong clothes."

There is no main light source, and warm yellow light strips are hidden around the walls. The decoration of this old street follows certain established rules, and the appearance of each shop is properly integrated into one. Remnants of the old days.

"Can you give the air conditioner some face? It's not easy for people to work hard to cool down."

Third Sister Zhao's eyes were tinged with wine. It was a happy event, and even her makeup was shining. She rolled up her sleeves and looked at her watch: "I won't accompany you anymore. Ji He is waiting for me at home."

Shen Yuntan's heart was sour, and he didn't say goodbye. He watched Third Sister Zhao confess a few words to the boy in the store and then turned and left. What's this called?Whitewash the peace.

The perch lay on the plate rolling its eyes and steaming, Shen Yuntan thought to himself: Didn't you say goodbye?Then see you again.

Not only that, but you have to enter the room openly, in order to be worthy of the word goodbye.

Rewrap the freshly opened fish with tin foil, and find a ginger-yellow gift box from the shop assistant, and wrap it with an ocher-colored ribbon. Attached a small card and sent it to the next door.

In the scorching sun, Blake passed the gate for the third time with a mop, and was attracted by a gift box with a color as strong as a sunflower.

It was given by someone, Blake leaned closer to touch it, took it back with both hands, and rubbed a silver tabby cat by his feet.

As soon as I went up to the second floor, I bumped into Zhou Li: "Second boss, someone left this box at the door."

Holding the card the size of a meal card, Zhou Li was at a loss, and wrote: "My life really started from the day I met you. Before that, my life was depressed and chaotic."

Upon hearing this, Lu Yan explained: "This is from a novel written by Zweig, maybe someone has a crush on you."

Fang Zhuoyan was quite dismissive: "Boss Xiao Zhou, don't care who gave it to you, just transfer it to your cat. This kind of elementary school tricks can be used by that person."

At this moment, Zhou Li's nose seemed to smell something else, mixed with the smell of fish, faintly visible, as elusive as a sudden shower in midsummer.

His complexion changed suddenly, he lowered his head and approached the card, the cool breath suddenly became deep, like the old carved incense burner in the temple.

It is sandalwood.

Zhou Li's breath became short of breath, and he rushed downstairs as if he had drunk meth, and took off the wooden sign that closed the business: "Shen Yuntan! Didn't you say you want to come to the teahouse?"

Fang Zhuoyan also howled while lying on the railing: "Coward—"

At first he wanted to continue, but Zhou Li stared back, Fang Zhuoyan clicked his tongue: "People are under the eaves, so they have to bow their heads."

Lu Yan pulled him back: "Just mind your own business and eat your meal."

Cheng Wenzhe became interested, Shi Shiran moved the stool to the railing to watch the play.

This voice facing the street attracted passers-by to stop, thinking that he was a lunatic, and when he was insane, he would act according to his will, regardless of the consequences, regardless of gains and losses.

After Zhou Li shouted, he leaned on the stone lion and waited for others. Cheng Wenzhe had no doubts that he could become a husband-watcher if this continued. 1 minute?

Shen Yuntan lifted the curtain and watched this scene from a corner. He asked the boy for another palm-sized gift box with black dark lines, took off the ring on the index finger of his left hand and put it in.

Thirty seconds later, Cheng Wenzhe saw someone walk into the store. The black silk shirt looked a bit out of place in this hot day. He knew why. When he organized a group to take a shower, he saw Shen Yuntan's left arm had a large area of ​​tattoos. What's more is the bark, weird aesthetics.

Shen Yuntan asked with the small black box that had been rubbed over: "Boss Zhou, why don't you come in?"

Zhou Li raised his eyelids, opened the doorknob silently, and hung up the wooden sign for business suspension again.

Zhou Li pulled out a rosewood chair, turned his head and coughed: "Please sit down first... I heard that you want to come to a teahouse to experience life?"

Shen Yuntan smiled harmlessly: "Then it depends on what the two bosses mean."

Chen Heng guessed that he had been listening to the corner, the more he listened, the more wrong it became. Zhou Li's style seemed to be receiving the leader. Boss Chen turned his exquisite heart, and suddenly understood that Shen Yuntan's background might be unusual. At this opportunity, he quickly expressed his loyalty: "Brother, we are grateful to you for your appreciation of this poor tea shop. If you can come to help me a little bit, it will be a very good thing."

Brother?Zhou Li's eyelids twitched, and his left eye twitched. He usually doesn't believe in this evil, but now he does.

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My whole life really started from the day I met you.Before that my life was unhappy and disorganized. - "Letter from a Strange Woman"