Flavored candle shop

The weather is sweltering, the cicadas are constantly chirping outside the alley, and people's hearts are hot and dry.

This kind of weather is not suitable for fine work.

Hong Yao pulled out the old-fashioned sewing machine left by old man Yin from the corner of the warehouse. After wiping off at least three taels of dust with a waste rag, he squatted in front of the sewing machine and studied its structure with a frown.

"What is Boss Red doing?"

As soon as Hong Yao turned her head, she saw Pei Ci standing at the gate of the incense candle shop in a clean white shirt, who seemed to be shining, and behind him, Fang Chong, who was carrying two large reclining chairs and was sweating profusely, with red from neck to cheek.

"I'm trying to restore this antique sewing machine." Hong Yao stood up, patted the dust off her hands, and said, "What are you doing again?"

Fang Chong unloaded the goods on his shoulders, wiped his sweat and said, "This is an adjustable recliner!"

He knew it was a recliner, and what he wanted to know was why he brought the recliner to his store.

Fang Chong enthusiastically said: "This reclining chair is made by the old master with good old bamboo. The bamboo slices are polished smooth and thick, and the tentacles are as warm and cool as natural jade. Lie on it on a hot day—hiss! !"

"It is also very strong and durable. It is said that it can be used continuously for three generations if it is well maintained!"

Hong Yao reached out and touched it, nodding in agreement, it is indeed very suitable for use in hot weather.

Although it has just been brought in from the sun, the recliner does not feel hot to the touch, but it is very suitable for the warmth and coolness. Coupled with its thick green bamboo green color and the fresh and light bamboo fragrance, it is very comfortable in this sweaty environment. Very refreshing on a hot day.

"Where should I put it?" Fang Chong was troubled, the incense and candle shop was too small, and the paper prick figures could only hang pitifully on the wall and shrink in the corner of the cabinet, there was no room for two reclining chairs.

And Fang Chong suddenly found out that although the incense and candle shop didn't have an air conditioner or a fan, it had a spooky and cool attribute of its own!Not hot at all!

"How about putting it on the veranda?" Pei Ci suggested to Hong Yao.

Although the incense and candle shop is not big, there is plenty of space in the verandah garden and side rooms at the back.

Hong Yao thought for a while, then nodded and said, "Let's put it in the landscape pavilion at the end of the veranda, there just happens to be a clump of bamboo outside."

He had hung reed curtains around the pavilion before, and the cloister was open, ventilated and shaded, and Hongyao often made incense and burned wax there at night.

Fang Chong, who had never been in the back garden of a candle shop, swallowed involuntarily. There were corridors, landscape pavilions, and small bamboo forests... What kind of family is this? !

This kind of family is still working hard to make and sell incense candles. Sure enough, Boss Hong is trying to improve the food in the underworld for the sake of purging all ghosts!

After putting down the recliner, Hongyao continued to squat in front of the sewing machine to study carefully, but probably because of the time difference between antiques, Hongyao, who can learn how to make incense at a glance, can't figure out how to make a pedal sewing machine move .

Fang Chong looked at it for a while, and said cautiously: "Why did Boss Hong suddenly think of repairing the sewing machine? It can't be our boss..."

His boss's shroud was stuck with a three-month life-and-death limit. During this time, he came to the incense and candle shop every day, and he didn't see Boss Hong taking other shroud orders. What does it mean that he suddenly started repairing the sewing machine? !Time ahead? !Can't keep up with manual work? !

The road to survival has just begun, but instead of achieving any results, it hastened the pace of death?It's too...too...

Pei Ci was not as nervous and panicked as Fang Chong, he knew his body well.It's not getting better, but it's definitely not getting worse. It's the same as before, but my mood has improved a lot.

For the sake of his death in March, he specially gave himself a long vacation. The vice president's uncle was worried about the company's affairs. Without the trouble of work, he only needed to come to the incense and candle shop to check in every day.

At first, it was because he always felt more relaxed when he stayed in the incense and candle shop, but as he came more often, he also tasted some fun—he saw another side of the world.

Everyone dies.He has understood this truth since he was very young. When he drank bitter medicine every day, when the puppy raised by his housekeeper suddenly stopped picking at his window one day, when he hugged the black and white photo of his parents and put the puppy When the little black box was sent to the grave...

His health has been bad since he was a child, and he even thought that he might leave earlier than his grandpa and uncle, but that's okay, this is a road that everyone will walk, it's just the length of the road.

Pei Ci always thought that he was very open-minded, until the last time when he half-stepped into the gate of hell and was infinitely closer to death, a lot of unwillingness suddenly surged out from an unknown corner of his heart.

He doesn't want to die!He hasn't waited, hasn't waited... He didn't know what he was waiting for, but with that unwillingness in his arms, he opened his eyes again and returned to this world.

Later, he himself was surprised that there were such strong emotions deep in his heart, and there were so many and such huge resentments.

Perhaps this is the human desire to survive.If possible, everyone wants to live a good life.

Hong Yao understood Fang Chong's worry, his beautiful peach blossom eyes hinted at resentment, silently glanced at Pei Ci who suddenly lost his mind: "Your boss is fine..."

It's him who has something to do!Why does he repair the sewing machine, do you have no idea! ?

In the past, there was hope of demolition. Of course, he could devote a few months to sewing shrouds and focus on completing a single business. Anyway, the bright future of getting rich is ahead, so he doesn't rely on this to eat.But now, isn't the demolition a thing of the past? He has to hurry up and start a business!

Things that can be done in a few days with a sewing machine must not take up his business time!

"Oh, good good good good good good good good!" His boss is fine and can continue to rescue and change his life!Finally relieved, Fang Chong volunteered, "Boss Hong, just leave this sewing machine to me! I'm a thief who can repair these!"

Hong Yao was skeptical: "Then try it... If it doesn't work, you don't have to force it. The master repairman at the street corner repair shop just died not long ago. I'll ask him to come and see it later."

"..." Fang Chong took a breath and assured, "It's okay!"

Fang Chong squatted in front of the sewing machine and tapped in a decent manner, and the sound from inside the machine became smoother after a while.After Hong Yao looked at it for a while, he also had some expectations for this antique pedal machine that often strikes and occasionally spiritualizes.

Hong Yao didn't like to wait, he glanced at the bright sun outside the door, and asked Pei Ci, "I'm going out for a while, do you want to rest in the shop or come with me?"

Pei Ci didn't hesitate: "Together."

After all the words were spoken, Pei Ci realized that he seemed a little too decisive, so he added: "Is it convenient for me to follow...?"

"What's the inconvenience?" Hong Yao didn't take out the magical cloth bag he had to go out with, and didn't even change his flip-flops and big pants. He stuffed a palm-sized notebook into his pocket and walked out the door. "Just to collect the bill, it's on the next street."

"Wangcai Ruyi is optimistic about the store, and I will bring you watermelon bubble gum when I come back."

As soon as he stepped out of the door, Hong Yao was caught in the scorching hot air, the sun was dazzling, he squinted his eyes and was about to raise his hand to cover it, when the surrounding light suddenly dimmed, Hong Yao turned his head and looked up, it turned out that Pei Ci was standing there his side.

Pei Ci held a big black umbrella in his hand, and covered them over their heads with a very natural expression.

Hong Yao was stunned for a second, then shook her head and pretended to be exaggerated: "With employees like this, what more can I ask for!"

Pei Ci lowered her eyes and smiled, and said softly, "Let's go."

Holding big black umbrellas, the two arrived at their destination after walking along the old streets for a few minutes.

The back alley is full of semi-self-built houses. Because of the age, there are very few buildings with more than four floors, and naturally there are no elevators for the convenience of the people.

This is definitely the darkest, narrowest, and messiest staircase that Pei Ci has climbed in his short life of more than 20 years. He and Hong Yao can only walk in tandem, because as long as they are side by side, their shoulders and arms will definitely It will rub against the mottled and fallen off more than half of the first wall.

After twists and turns for an unknown number of turns, Hong Yao finally stopped in front of a half-rusted iron door with the word "Fu" on it.

"Who is it?" After knocking three times, a gentle female voice came from inside the door.

The voice did not match the saved information, and Hong Yao checked the house number again... she found the right house.

"The owner of the incense and candle shop in Weixiang, look for Kang Xiaojun."

"Xiaojun, the person looking for you said he was the owner of the incense candle shop."

"Ah! That's right! It's for me!"

The sound insulation of the dilapidated building was not good, and there was a riot inside the door panel, and Hong Yao seemed to hear the sound of a spatula falling to the ground.After the door opened, a shy young man wearing a floral apron greeted Hong Yao awkwardly.

It's not the first time Hongyao has done business with Kang Xiaojun, and she has a good understanding of his personality, so she doesn't talk nonsense with him, so she directly flips the small book to the corresponding page and hands it to him: "A while ago Bill, check the number."

After Kang Xiaojun looked at it carefully, his embarrassment gradually relaxed, and finally he showed a satisfied smile.He returned the small ledger to Hongyao, then took out his mobile phone from his apron pocket to pay, and said, "Boss Hong, I also want to buy a box of good incense candles."

"I...I'm talking about a girlfriend, and I want to bring my girlfriend to burn incense for my mother." Kang Xiaojun's fair face was slightly flushed, and his big eyes, which he never dared to look directly at, were shining brightly, full of pure joy.

Hong Yao looked at the payment information on the phone screen, and after a moment of silence, said slowly, "You don't need to buy incense candles from me."

Kang Xiaojun was taken aback for a moment, puzzled and said, "Why...why?"

Hong Yao said: "Just buy some ordinary incense candles and do your best with your girlfriend... Your mother has gone to reincarnate a few days ago."

Kang Xiaojun's eyes turned red immediately, his lips trembled twice, and he said excitedly: "Boss Hong, you must have made a mistake! I even burned incense for my mother last night! I told her that my girlfriend is coming to the door today , Those scented waxes are very excited and burn very fast! My mother will only be like this when she is very happy! How could she have already gone to reincarnation?"

Hearing what Kang Xiaojun said, Hong Yao's expression immediately turned serious, and said, "Show me the ashes of the incense you burned last night."

Kang Xiaojun wiped the corners of his eyes, turned around and trotted into the house. Not long after, he brought out a small incense burner that had already accumulated a thick layer of incense ash.

Just as she was about to speak, her girlfriend Yao Yao also followed her, with a bit of reproach in her gentle voice: "Xiaojun, why don't you let the guests stand at the door all the time? Come in if you have anything to say."

The key point is to talk about "incense", "reincarnation" and the like. The sound insulation here is not good. If we continue to chat at the door, I am afraid that the whole floor will know that their family is practicing feudal superstition. Come to give them ideological education.

Wait... Are all scammers now equipped with such a high configuration? !