Dangdang shop

"I bought it." Wang Dun explained honestly, which was more or less beyond Hu Cheng's expectation.

"Why don't you tell me? Why don't I give you a copy?" Guaranteed that there are many new and uncollected private photos in it.

"The second cabinet's book, of course I want to support it." Sure enough, he shouldn't take advantage of the victory to give this Erha a chance to speak again. The best thing about this big shopkeeper is that no matter how ambiguous things are in his mouth, they will always be broken Talk about the purest brotherhood.

"Really? Thank you so much." Hu Cheng was so tired that he didn't bother to ask him if he got dirty after buying the photobook.

"You're welcome, it should be, you didn't see the situation on the day of the first release, it was really hot, when I was queuing up, I heard people from the bookstore say they wanted to contact you for a meeting, did they call you?"

meeting?It seems that Xiaocai's work call was due to the negotiation of several chain bookstores' interest in this regard, but he has already rejected them all. Hu Cheng only shoots planes, and he doesn't like socializing with others. nothing wrong.

"Oh, is that right? I haven't received any invitations in this regard, but it's okay. Since it's a collection of underwear works, I happen to wear the company's products. It can be regarded as an endorsement event. It can be a handshake party. " Hu Cheng thought in his heart, what he said was not the same thing.

"Underwear? Shake hands? No, no, no, that's not okay!" Wang Dun quickly waved his hands.

"Oh? Why not?"

"You don't even know what those people did with their hands!"

"..." What a straightforward boy, have you been single for thousands of years?I don't even know this, but it's quite comfortable to talk out a little bit, Hu Cheng smiled, and didn't continue to talk about it with him.

"Then let's talk about it later, let's go to the front and have a look."

……

"After spending so much time, you don't need to be a Yunding Tiangong Fengxuechangbai, don't try to fool us with a broken thatched hut anyway."

Wang Dun looked at the hut in front of him, which looked almost the same as the farmhouse at the foot of the mountain, and said angrily, it seems that the preference of people in this place to build houses has basically changed little over the centuries, except that the farmhouse at the foot of the mountain has air conditioning Except for the hot water, there is almost no difference in appearance from here.

"The hut is in a human environment, and there are no cars and horses. Do you still expect a hermit to build a grand view garden?"

Hu Cheng thought about the ending now. He always felt that this person was actually very low-key. He was somewhat similar to himself. He seemed very unwilling to let irrelevant people intervene in his life. I'm used to it, but this kind of people seem to have a characteristic. If they meet someone they like, they will go crazy. The old house is on fire, and they can't be extinguished even if they throw it.

"Second cabinet, what are you thinking?"

"Nothing, let's go in and have a look."

Hu Cheng shook his head, tried hard to control his first outdoor play, and led Wang Dun into the hut.

The hut was as clear as water, and there seemed to be nothing special except for some necessities of life.

There was a purple sand pot, pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the table. The bedding rolls on the bed had long been decayed, and the pillows were gone. They should have been burned after the funeral, because there was still a charcoal basin in the ground. The ashes were not completely burned, and there were a few pieces of white debris in the ashes. Could it be paper?

There are [-] paper deposits, and it is a matter of course that there is no decay at this time. What did this hermit burn before he died? Why did he use his last breath to do these dispensable things?He knows nothing when he dies, what kind of secret is he guarding with his life?

"Huh? This box."

Wang Dun saw that Hu Cheng had been squatting there studying the charcoal basin. He groped around in the room and saw a pair of large cabinets with top boxes. After fumbling around, I quickly saw that there was something wrong with the top box above.

"What box? Huh?" Hu Cheng looked back, his eyes lit up all of a sudden, he stood up and walked to Wang Dun's side, reaching out to reach for it, but he was a little short because of his figure.

"I'll do it." Wang Dun stretched out his hand, and easily moved the boxes on top of the top box cabinet.

"..." The top box and large cabinet usually have to be raised two meters up. Wang Dun's figure is really tall and straight. When Hu Cheng looked up at him, he felt annoyed that he should drink more milk when he was young.

"Ah, second cabinet, I didn't do it on purpose, don't worry, you are definitely the standard height of modern men, anyone taller than you is gigantic!" Wang Dun started to fool around with the top box in his hand.

Hu Cheng was speechless. His height of 1.8 meters was the standard, so did most modern men fail to meet the standard.

"Put it down, let me take a look." Hu Cheng didn't bother to laugh, and focused on the box again. Yes, this is also a coffin-shaped box. It seems that the truth of the matter is getting closer and closer.

"Stay away a little, I'll take a look." Hu Cheng pushed Wang Dun aside, leaned down and stretched out his hands on the coffin-shaped box.

"Second cabinet, let me do it." Wang Dun knew that Hu Cheng was worried about some news about the agency in the box, so he wanted to pounce on it.

"I know you're capable, but brute force doesn't necessarily have good results."

Hu Cheng waved his hand at him, always feeling that his mentality was a bit of a hen, even if this cute baby grew into a Tyrannosaurus rex in the future, he would still be worried that he would bump into him.

But fortunately, there is no trap for ambush on the coffin-shaped box. As soon as it is connected with the official character, this hermit with his own chest becomes virtuous and upright. He really has multiple personalities.

Multiple personalities?

Hu Cheng seemed to have a vague idea in his mind, but he couldn't confirm it right away. He gritted his teeth, stared at the box, and wrestled with his hands...

The coffin-shaped box opened in response, and there was a big seal inside.

"Big cabinet, come here." Hu Cheng knew that Wang Dun was a frequent owner of an auction house, so he was somewhat more knowledgeable than himself in this area. Although he had lived long enough, he spent most of his time as a wild crane. Things are not particularly understood.

"It is indeed an official seal, yo, the official is not young, a third-rank official."

"What did you say? Sanpin, isn't that the official position of another co-author?"

Hu Cheng leaned next to Wang Dun and carefully looked at the big seal on his hand. Yes, it was the official name of the official who was considered to be one of the collaborators of the book.

This person is the official uniform rice dumpling seen in Dou'er?If it was really him, he would not be wronged if he was poisoned by the corpse. Although it is a rice dumpling that has been around for hundreds of years, the official authority of a third-rank official has five hundred ghost soldiers to protect his body. After death, he should be buried with him in the tomb ,but……

Hu Cheng glanced at Wang Dun. Those ghost soldiers could only plot against him, and they didn't even dare to show their faces. Are they afraid of Wang Dun?

"What's the matter?" Seeing Hu Cheng muttering to himself, Wang Dun didn't speak again, and looked at him with a look of urgency on his face.

"This place was originally the former residence of a hermit, but now it looks like a trace of an official's residence. What the hell..." Hu Cheng's eyes moved back to the bed, looking at the deserted bed that was still about to rot .

"Living together, don't you think these two are gay friends before?"

"But look, these study items, tea sets, bowls and chopsticks, even the bed...are all prepared for one person."

After Hu Cheng dug the hole, he walked to the bedside to continue checking, leaving Wang Dun obediently jumping down, still waiting for the next step at the bottom of the hole.

"Second cabinet, I'm still waiting for the next article." After a few minutes, Wang Dun shouted to Hu Cheng with his face flushed.

"Don't be noisy, come and have a look." Hu Cheng beckoned, and Wang Dun hurried up. I have to say that Hu Cheng still has a good storytelling skill. The few ghost stories he told during the night sleep scared him Too bad, Wang Dun is also looking forward to the performance of the second shopkeeper.

"Can it be restored?" Hu Cheng pointed to the black scum in the charcoal basin.

"My name is Wang Dun, not Wang Jin." Wang Dun spread his hands pitifully.

"→_→" Hu Cheng was speechless. For this big cabinet full of new words, he made up a lot of B station videos these days, and finally he was able to communicate with him barrier-free.

"Although it cannot be restored, it is not impossible to look at the situation at that time."

"Huh? Did you bring the rouge water?" Hu Cheng raised his eyebrows, a little bit of hope rekindled.

"No, but it should be fine to use other ingredients, the ingredients are similar, bah!" Wang Dun spat at any disagreement.

"What are you doing?!" Hu Cheng was startled, and took a few steps back.

"No, no, no, I didn't spit on you, don't worry." Wang Dun looked at the saliva on his palm, and reached out to touch the charcoal basin.

The flame that had been extinguished for hundreds of years was rekindled.

Under the light of the fire, the hanging curtains on the bed seemed to become tidy, and suddenly, behind the curtains, a gaunt figure appeared.

"Ahhh!" Wang Dun only had time to utter the first word, before Hu Cheng covered his mouth and dragged him to a place far away from the master.

However, the owner didn't seem to have any reaction, as if he didn't see them, he stretched out his skinny arms from the elegant curtain, still holding a pipa half-hidden, holding a piece of gilded paper in his hand, trembling Throw it into the charcoal basin.

"It's that piece of paper!" As soon as Hu Cheng finished speaking, Wang Dun jumped up, stretched out his hand to copy, and copied the yellow paper accurately.

"The temple is so high, the rivers and lakes are so far away, is this difficult to do in ancient times?"

Hu Cheng looked at the bronzing paper that Wang Dun snatched out, but only glanced at it, and the paper immediately burned, and soon turned to ashes.

"What does this mean?" Wang Dun looked at the ashes on the ground and was a little bit blind. He finally grabbed a piece of paper, but he didn't expect it to spontaneously ignite before he could see anything.

"He's alone." Hu Cheng lowered his head and thought for a while, then said firmly.

"Of course it's a person. Could it be a dog?" Wang Dun spread his hands.

That's you, Hu Cheng slandered, shook his head and said: "I mean, this book is not a co-authored work, but written by the same person."

"The same person?" Wang Dun was led into the ditch by the previous rhetoric of the scholar brother, and he didn't think about it at all. He thought it was a novel co-written by two gay friends, and now Hu Cheng said so much, I also feel that something is wrong.

"Did you see the face of the hermit just now?"

"Hmm." Wang Dun squinted his eyes and thought for a while, where Hu Cheng couldn't see, the picture was jumping frame by frame.

"Ah! Isn't it the official uniform rice dumpling?"

"That's right, it's him. This person has two identities, one is a high-ranking official and the other is a hermit." Hu Cheng said with almost certainty.

"Fine score?"

"In a sense, let's say it like this." This makes sense. The hero and heroine in the book can't communicate with each other because the original author has two completely different life attitudes living in the world at the same time. He was tearing to the point of falling apart, that's how the evil on the book came about.

"Then how did he pretend so well?"

"It's not difficult. This was originally the outskirts of Beijing back then. It took only an hour to go back and forth quickly. In that dynasty, the holidays were frequent. Every four days, modern people live in the city on many working days and move to the countryside on holidays. It’s just that this person may not want to be disturbed by others, so the place of seclusion has never been disclosed to the public, and he is well versed in the art of shielding armor, so it is quite easy to avoid other people’s eyes and ears.” Hu Cheng analyzed road.

"Is that right?"

"It's not sure yet, you can call the scholar brother and ask."

"Hey? What are you asking?"

"Just hit it."

"Oh." Wang Dun obediently took out his mobile phone, dialed the phone number of the scholar brother, and pressed the speakerphone.

beep...beep...beep...

Time passed by, and the little brother still didn't answer the phone.

"Hey, this kid, he's promising. When he begged us, he cried like weeping. He answered the phone very actively before. Why this time..." Wang Dun hadn't finished talking when the phone finally came. Someone picked up the phone before it automatically hung up, but the little brother who answered the phone seemed to be doing some aerobic exercise and was out of breath.

"Oh, is it the shopkeeper's?" The little brother tried hard to adjust his breathing rate, with a hint of embarrassment in his voice.

"Yes... I, Mr. Scholar, are you alright?"

"It's fine, I...we... are fine." The scholar brother said in a nasty voice.

"Who is it?" A girl's voice sounded beside the microphone. Don't say that Wang Dun is a single dog now, even if he is a real dog, his IQ is enough to guess what's going on.

"What's inside, the sound of the waves is still there?"

"Well, thank you very much. It seems that...it's all right now, and I have to thank the second shopkeeper for me." The scholar brother can imagine that Qingjun's face has turned red into a tomato just by hearing the voice.

"You're welcome, Mr. Scholar, I wish you and your wife have a son soon, see you later." Hu Cheng picked up on the other side and hung up the phone for Wang Dun.

"Is this...removing the evil spirit?" Wang Dun was confused.

"Look at that book." Hu Cheng said, there is only one author, and they have already defeated them. Judging from the reaction of the scholar couple just now, the evil spirit has been solved, so the corresponding book should also undergo certain changes. .

"Let's see, the last time...huh? A wedding?" Wang Dun was shocked at the time.

"When did it change?"

"Maybe it was when we accidentally broke into the tomb of the official uniform rice dumpling. You are so fierce, he thought it was a reader who sent the blade, and changed BE to HE before returning you." Hu Cheng suppressed a smile and guessed.

"Hey? Do I still have this effect?" Wang Dun was a little flattered. It turned out that he was like a blade in the eyes of ancient writers.

"It's hard to say, anyway, you were quite scary at the time." Hu Cheng cleaned up the mess all over the floor, picked up his schoolbag and prepared to return.

"Hey, then you said that if you read online articles in the future and see the plot of abuse, will everyone directly leave a message saying: Be careful, I will send you Wang Dun." Erha chased after him.

"Really? Then I'll be the first to write."

"Hey?!" Wang Dun stepped back in fright.

"Don't worry, dog abuser."