Flavored candle shop

When Pei Ci arrived at the alley, it happened to be the time of day when the sun was at its fullest.

Holding a big black umbrella, he squinted his eyes and slowly looked at the old and dilapidated street in front of him with concentration. Those dark eyes were restrained and quiet, and he was not at all bored or anxious in such hot weather.

The smooth slate floor worn by time and shoe soles seems to glow with hot white light in a trance. The old and narrow streets are deserted and deserted. Most of the shops on both sides have closed doors. The boss is sleepy and there are few customers.

Combined with the bright red and round characters of "Demolition" on the white wall with mottled tree shadows on the street, it looks extraordinarily leisurely and leisurely.

The streets in the tail alleys are narrow and long, surrounded by old houses built in the early years, so Fang Chong worked hard to find a parking space and carefully parked the boss's expensive and low-profile car. The boss who wanted to be extravagant by three points has long since disappeared.

When he was looking for the shops, the narrow and long streets came to an end, and he turned two inexplicable turns. Fang Chong dragged his three-piece suit, which was completely soaked in sweat, and finally arrived at the shop. Under the dilapidated old wooden eaves, I found Pei Ci who was carefully arranging the folds of the black umbrella.

The thin and tall young man was wearing long-sleeved black casual clothes. His skin exposed to the sweltering heat was like those antique white porcelains randomly placed under the eaves of the street, with a shockingly pale and morbid beauty.

Fang Chong breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this.

Great, his boss who is really more precious than antique porcelain and more fragile than antique porcelain is fine!His boss didn't even break a drop of sweat!

"Boss, is this what the master said?" Fang Chong looked at the half-closed wooden door in front of him, a little suspicious.

It's not that he doesn't trust his boss's choice, it's really... this is too broken!

It's a bit of a stretch to say that the storefront is a bit reluctant, after all, no serious business store will half-close the door during the day, and it looks like a dark hole inside, even the midday sun can't shine in.

Coupled with the old wooden door that seems to collapse at any time, the stacks of dusty old porcelain randomly placed under the eaves, and the weird fragrance in the air...

The hot wind blew, and the wooden signboard hanging by the door swayed and creaked.

Fang Chong shivered uncontrollably in the scorching sun.

The master once said that his boss is weak in body and light in life, so he cannot enter ordinary temples or worship ordinary gods and Buddhas, let alone such eerie places!

Fang Chong, who prides himself on respecting his post, loving his work and dedicating himself to his duties, wanted to struggle again: "Incense? The name of this store is too strange, right? What kind of business is it?"

boss!Let's not go in such a strange little shop!It takes more than half an hour to drive to the nearest tertiary hospital from here! ! !

Pei Ci, who had been silent all this time, finally took a look at Fang Chong, and said in a very calm tone, "Incense candles, not incense."

Fang Chong choked up, no wonder the 'fire' was small and narrow, it turned out that the 'worm' fell out.

After struggling unsuccessfully, Fang Chong, who was always on guard and ready to call an ambulance, could only watch helplessly as his boss raised his hand and knocked on that ominous black door.

Following two crisp 'tuk-tuk' knocks on the door, a lazy and pleasant male voice came from the door: "Please come in."

Pushing open the wooden door, cool air rushed in, Fang Chong subconsciously stood in front of Pei Ci, facing a flowery smile, the dimly lit room was actually overcrowded!

Standing on both sides of the door, sitting on a long bench, hanging on the wall, even hanging from the beams of the house... No!Not real people!

Although their colors are beautiful, their expressions are nimble, some are delicate and nimble, some are gentle and dignified...but the inside of their eye sockets is pure white!They were paper piers of the same height!

The wind blows in softly, rustling the room.

As it swayed, the paper figurine's eyebrows and eyes became more and more lifelike, and the smile on the corners of its mouth and eyebrows almost overflowed the pale paper surface.

... There seems to be silver bells laughing in the wind,

Fang Chong's heart was beating like a drum, and he looked at the scene in front of him almost dully. Pei Ci, who was blocked by him, looked calm, and stepped across the threshold from the sun into the dark room very naturally.

"Scented wax yellow paper, people's horse paper, everything, what do customers want to buy?"

"just looking around."

This incense and candle shop is not big, but there are so many people. After Fang Chong gritted his teeth and plunged in with his boss, he followed the sound and found the person sitting behind the dark counter behind the paper figurine. young man.

With just one glance, Fang Chong's heartbeat almost jumped out of his chest.

He has always felt that his boss is a rare handsome man who is close to perfection. After all, he has outstanding talents, outstanding ability, illustrious family background, thoughtful behavior, gentle personality, generous money, and very generous money... There are almost no other shortcomings except for a little weak body.

But now, he realized that he was still ignorant.

——It turns out that there are really people with such brilliance that they can brighten a dark room.

A young man in a short jacket with dark green patterns reclined on a carved armchair, holding a beautiful head with soft lines in one hand, and a fine brush dipped in sand in the other. The eyes are only self-consciously drawn down, the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of the nose are exquisite and elegant, and the silver chains on both sides hang down to the bony collarbone, shining with a clear light.

The silk clothes are light and soft, and there is a pile of deep green and light green on the white arms, like the grass and trees sprouting deep in the fresh snow, hiding the spring.

Those eyebrows are also very handsome, peach blossom eyes, straight nose, lips like spring petals, a little red at the end of the eyebrows, endlessly romantic and wanton.

Fang Chong couldn't help but glanced sideways at his boss, sighing inwardly that he had lost.

Although it is good to be elegant and luxurious, it is better not to be able to match the lively color and fragrance.

The young owner of the incense and candle shop seemed to have encountered some difficulty in writing. The brush stained with cinnabar could not be dropped. After looking around, he simply put the papered beauty's head on the counter and washed the brush in a celadon jar. , while greeting: "Do you need a recommendation from the guest?"

"No, no, no need!" Fang Chong waved his hands in a hurry to refuse, they don't need recommendations at all in this incense candle shop that deals with dead people!

Although Fang Chong refused quickly enough, his boss didn't cooperate at all. As soon as he finished speaking, Pei Ci picked up a stick of dark red fine incense in the small compartment between the counter where the paper figurine was hanging, and put it on the tip of his nose. After sniffing, he asked, "What is this fragrance...?"

Seeing his boss standing there with a serious face and sniffing the fragrance carefully, Fang Chong was speechless.

What kind of smell can this special incense for going to the grave have?Putting the toilet to deodorizes the smoke!

"Mum...cough, it smells like sandalwood."

Hong Yao raised her fingers and pushed the glasses on the bridge of her nose, and quietly breathed a sigh of relief...why did she almost tell the truth.

Pei Ci put down the dark red incense in his hand, and asked seriously, "Are there any other scents?"

Hong Yao's movement of pushing the glasses paused, her beautiful peach-blossom eyes slightly brightened, and her tone became lively in an instant: "Yes, there are agarwood, musk, ambergris, dipterocarp...everything you want."

If you don't like spicy food, you can choose from spicy, sweet and sour, and spiced.

"Or an exclusive custom fragrance is also possible."

As long as the money is in place, you can choose any recipe!

Sure enough, the better looking people are, the more deceptive they are!

In Fang Chong's heart, this shopkeeper, who is slightly better than his boss in appearance, already has two words on his forehead - rape!business!

But it doesn't matter, he has been in the mall for many years, and the wise and courageous boss will definitely not...

Pei Ci: "Agarwood scent is fine, how much is it?"

There is no need to adjust a new fragrance, the workload has dropped sharply, and Hongyao is also very happy: "999 yuan a box... and a pair of candles as a gift."

Pei Ci signaled Fang Chong to give the money.

Of these two people, one dared to ask, and the other dared to speak.I feel sorry for Fang Chong's hand that takes out the money, trembling slightly.

Although it is not his own money, but the price of this kind of incense that goes to the grave for [-] yuan and free shipping on a certain treasure has doubled by a hundred times here, Fang Chong is still a little...

In short, in Fang Chong's mind, his wise and courageous boss, who has been in the mall for many years, also has three more words on his forehead - taking advantage of him.

As soon as I got the brand-new banknotes, the red medicine for doing business with a living person for the first time was still unfinished. It was rare for me to say a few words: "Do you want to order a few sets of shrouds? Calculate the time, and it will be just in time to wear new clothes." on the road."

Fang Chong: "!!!"

Custom shrouds? !Catch up with the hour? !Wearing new clothes... on the road? !

Is this profiteer cursing his boss?Still cursing his boss!Or are you cursing his boss? !

Fang Chong was indignant, but Pei Ci, the 'cursed' party, looked calm and asked seriously.

"Then...about how much time is left?" Perhaps because the question was too straightforward to answer, Pei Ci thoughtfully changed the phrase: "I mean, how much time does it take to customize the shroud?" ?”

Red Yao's fragrant hand paused, adjusted his glasses, and carefully looked at the young man in front of him.

Looking at it carefully, Hong Yao, who specializes in the business of the dead and has been muddled at the chaotic border between life and death for an unknown number of years, can't help but secretly sigh a pity.

Although the young man's face is pale, but his eyebrows are straight and his eyes are clear, his appearance is handsome, and his temperament is outstanding. Just standing there is a scene of his own.

Although it is a bit self-defeating to say this, but this dark and narrow incense and candle shop has such a customer, it really feels like it is flourishing.

It's a pity that the dead air between the innocent brows is too heavy...

However, wouldn't it save a lot of effort if the business after death could be negotiated while he was alive?

Thinking of this, Hongyao immediately regained her spirits, all those regrets were forgotten, and the person in front of her was no longer a poor little poor man with unfair fate and jealous of talents, but a big business order with glittering gold.

Thoughts were constantly changing in her mind, but Hong Yao's face naturally showed an incomparable modesty, saying: "The small shop has limited manpower, and there is only time to make three shrouds in three months."

"But customers, don't worry, they are definitely good clothes and materials, with fine needles and dense threads."

three months...

Before Pei Ci could react to this, there was a sudden 'creak' beside her.

Turning his head to look, he saw the tall and burly Fang Chong holding a ... shriveled paper human head with red eyes.