Director Ma meets a ghost

Chapter 4

Director Ma walked ahead, turned into the row of his wife, looked at the tombstones one by one, and finally saw the rose plant from yesterday.

The flower hasn't withered yet, but a few petals were blown away by the wind, lying on the ground mixed with the soil on the roadside.Director Ma picked up the flowers and looked up. Sure enough, Feng Yi's name was engraved on the tombstone, and a few small characters were written on the bottom in a thin gold font, "Ten years of bosom friends are not based on words, and thousands of miles away will leave you with tears."

This monument is not far from his wife's monument, and it is very worn, as if it has been for some years. If it is daytime, he will definitely not make a mistake.

Director Ma just remembered that although this cemetery is an old building in the county, it has a history of no more than 100 years. How could Feng Yi be buried here?Could it be that his descendants got rich and moved here?

"What's the name of your nephew?"

"My surname is Chen, and my first name is Zhongqiu."

"Well, let's go to the police station to check for you later. People from before the Republic of China may have some information."

Feng Yi nodded in panic, "This kid is smart, and he might even be a Jinshi! Let's go without further ado."

"Wait," Director Ma's cell phone rang, and he answered the call. It turned out to be Xiao Chen.

"Director, there will be a general meeting of the Bureau of Animal Husbandry, and you have to give a speech, don't forget it!"

"How could I forget it, okay, I'll hang up."

Director Ma really forgot about it, the manuscript hasn't been written yet.

It stands to reason that when the director speaks, the manuscript is usually handed over to his secretary.But Director Ma has a lot of ink, and he doesn't like what the secretary writes.He was probably the only one in the entire county, who didn't hire a secretary when he became the director.

How can this be done?

"It's too late to write now, you can't just talk nonsense?" Director Ma murmured.

At this moment, Feng Yi was already sitting in the car upright and ready to set off. Seeing that Director Ma was still dawdling outside, he couldn't help asking, "Why are you panicking?"

Director Ma thought of something, turned around and asked him, "Are you really a talent?"

Feng Yi blinked obediently, "Exactly."

"How long did it take you to write articles at that time?"

Feng Yi laughed, "Brother Ma doesn't know something. Poetry and prose are all about impromptu. I dare not say that I can speak like Li Du, but writing a pen is not a problem."

Director Ma slapped his thigh, "Help me with something!"

Half an hour later, Director Ma parked the car at the entrance of the auditorium.

"You just wait in the car, I'll be back in a while." Seeing Feng Yi nodding, he still added uneasy, "I know you can go through walls, so don't go anywhere until I come back!"

Although Feng Yi's departure is a good thing for him, but let a ghost run around on the street for most of the day, in case it scares people... Director Ma feels that he has this responsibility, at least he has to wait until Feng Yi has his wish no?

Director Ma sat on the VIP seat and took out the manuscript paper in his pocket.

Not to mention, Feng Yi's handwriting is really not bad, one hook and one stroke, soft as it should be, and hard as it should be.But an article is eloquent and all in traditional Chinese, which is as tiring as reading Taiwanese novels.

Director Ma recognized it for a long time, only to see that it was written at the beginning.

"Master said: The constant affection of man is the flesh of livestock..."

……

Director Ma couldn't bear to look directly at him, and put away the note expressionlessly.

Ask him to write a quarterly summary of the Animal Husbandry Bureau. What kind of jokes are you talking about?Returning the meat of livestock and the unwavering love of human beings are really more ridiculous than him.I knew that the cultural level of the ancients was unreliable, and this time it was a big embarrassment.

Director Ma opened the car door and saw Feng Yi looking down at something, and when he came back, he hurriedly hid the things in his hand.

"It's been so long, what's the reaction?"

Director Ma snorted, "There was no response at all. I finally understood that it doesn't matter what I read, only the word dismissed is clear." He remembered something, turned his head and glared at Feng Yi, "I know why you Is it just a talent?"

Feng Yi didn't react, and said in a low voice, "I don't know..."

"Pretending to be struck by lightning, do you understand?"

……Um? '. '?

Director Ma was tired, his stomach was empty, and his mouth felt sour.

He knew that there was a Chongqing hot pot restaurant in front of him that made delicious hot pot, and it was time for dinner, so Director Ma thought about going to have a drink or two.

"Hey," he called Feng Yi, "do ghosts eat?"

Feng Yi blushed, "I...seems to be really hungry..."

Director Ma looked at him happily, the scholar was quite thin-skinned, "Say it earlier! I'll take you to eat something special."

They got out of the car, Director Ma pulled Feng Yi, "Pull down your robe, don't scare people."

Feng Yi floated steadily on the ground, "Don't worry, I understand."

The clerk in the store is familiar with Chief Ma, and seeing that he brought a handsome young man with him, he came over with a rag, "Here comes the chief, this one looks like a stranger!"

Director Ma looked at the restaurant full of guests, "Dear relatives from afar, do you still have a place here?"

"You can't miss your seat! Upstairs, please." As soon as the clerk bowed, he caught a glimpse of Feng Yi's robe. "Yo, this relative of yours really has a personality!"

"Isn't it? You use floating to walk."

Feng Yi followed Director Ma, his robe dragged the floor, and he floated up the stairs.

The buddy's jaw is about to drop, my dear, what kind of kung fu is this practiced, flying over the roof?

There are fewer guests on the second floor, Director Ma and the others sat down in the middle.

Feng Yi poked the blackened pot rim with his finger, "This is...?"

"Don't worry, you'll know later." Director Ma took the menu and ordered a few items at random, and ordered a Tsingtao beer.

After a while, the wine came up first, and the waiter quickly lifted the cap of the bottle with a bang.

Feng Yi looked at it curiously, and secretly poked Director Ma, "What's in there, that it still screams?"

Director Ma kindly handed him a bottle, "To quench your thirst, drink it."

"Brother Ma is really wasting money." The bottle looked crystal clear, and Feng Yi touched the glass bottle curiously for the first time.

Director Ma pouted at him, and smiled at the awkward guy beside him, "I've never seen the world, so I laugh at it."

Feng Yi took a sip seriously and frowned, "Sweet and bitter, it's like traditional Chinese medicine."

Director Ma picked up another bottle of Red Star Erguotou, "Would you like to try this?" Feng Yi took it and took a sip, his eyes brightened, "Good wine! I have never tasted such strong wine."

He smacked his lips and was about to lift the bottle again, Director Ma panicked, "Hey, hey, hey, don't blow the bottle, save some for me too."

The dishes have not been served yet, and the two of you have already drank more than half of the bottle in one sip.Feng Yi shook his head, tapped the table with his chopsticks, "Xiao Er! Pour the wine!"

Director Ma saw that he was drunk, and worried that he would cause trouble after drinking, he hurriedly stopped the waiter, and said to him, "The soup is boiling, let's eat the meat."

Feng Yi saw the steaming soup around the hot pot, and asked curiously, "What's inside this spittoon?"

"What a spittoon! Didn't you see that there is a circle around the outside?" Director Ma almost spat out after taking a sip of wine, "You bumpkin, shut up and eat!"

Another call came, Director Ma took out his mobile phone, and heard Xiao Chen's anxious voice, "Director, why are you leaving? There is still a dinner after the meeting!" Director Ma said impatiently, "No, it's Those old fritters? You just let them eat and drink, I'm busy!"

"Oh, Director Wang is here too. Isn't there an inspection in the county in a few days? The director should come over."

"Come on, can't I go, where are you?"

Director Ma looked at Feng Yi, who was struggling to bite into a piece of undercooked beef.

Hey, what is this called!

"I'm in a hurry, why don't you eat here first?"

"No way!" Feng Yi freed one hand to grab Director Ma, "Which bureau do we have to go to find someone!"

"It's not urgent. If you prepare a case for 10 minutes, the Public Security Bureau may find it for you for ten years. You can eat here first, and I'll be back later."

Feng Yi still grabbed him stubbornly, "It still doesn't work, brother Ma will talk for a while in the morning, and won't come back until noon. I'm going too."

Director Ma glanced at him, "You don't want to eat?"

"... Can this be taken away to eat?"

"No."

Feng Yi took a deep breath, he shook his robe, "Then let's go."