Flavored candle shop

No matter how much Pu Zhuo pestered him to add money, Hong Yao resolutely rejected his request to use Pei Ci's face as Wu's sandbag paper to stab Ren An, and Fang Chong's face to make a watchdog's paper.

But out of the professionalism of the craftsman, he can slightly modify the paper-made figure in the name of Wu'an to make it more durable than ordinary paper-made figures.

He couldn't fight again and again, and he didn't have any skills so he didn't ask for help. No matter how dissatisfied Pu Zhuo was, he could only touch his nose and bow his head.

"...Then make me a puppy, and I'll tie it to the corner of the back street to watch the streets." Hmph, even if you can't use Shangguan Chong's face as a dog's face, you still have to use his name as the dog's name !

Hong Yao's eyes turned between the angry Pu Zhuo and Fang Chong, with a somewhat embarrassed expression.

Fang Chong was overjoyed when he saw this, Boss Hong really wanted to help him!

Just as he was about to pick up the plane and stab the old ghost again, he heard Boss Hong say——

"That will cost more."

Fang Chong: "..."

Pu Zhuo gritted his teeth: "Add!"

……

After sending away the big customer surnamed Pu, Hong Yao joyfully moved the banknotes inside, while Fang Chong, who had been fighting with the King of Ghosts with sharp teeth, fell into silence listlessly.

After all, he was a good employee who was paid three times the salary without being poached. Pei Ci asked concerned: "What's wrong?"

Fang Chong shook his head in pain.

Pei Ci thought he was worrying about Hong Yao's promise to make paper dogs for Pu Zhuo, so he comforted him: "Don't worry, Hong Yao will take care of it, and you won't let you—"

Before he could finish his words of comfort, he was interrupted by Fang Chong with a sad face: "I... I just got into a fight with the backstreet ghost king?"

The tone was cautious, with a slight hint of hope, I just hope it's just a dream!

Pei Ci nodded, it was more than a bar.

Hope was shattered simply and quickly, with no room for turning back, Fang Chong's face collapsed, completely desperate: "Ah, who gave me the courage and the ghost king bar!? Am I bewitched? I am so good at poking!" Does it hurt your feet? After living for more than 20 years, it’s the first time I know how good my mouth is! "

Hong Yao paused for moving the money, and said pointedly: "You woke up this morning, how does your body feel?"

Where exactly did the thousand-year-old lotus seed make up?The three little ghosts are quite normal, but their bodies are more compact, but why are the symptoms of these two people different?

The topic suddenly jumped. Although Fang Chong was puzzled, he still said honestly: "I feel very good. I slept very soundly last night and had a lot of dreams. Unfortunately, I don't remember all of them when I woke up..."

But although he forgot the specific content, he still remembered the hearty feeling of exhilaration. It should be some good dreams...

So the thousand-year-old spirit lotus seeds are meant to send a good dream?Hong Yao intuited that there was a secret in it, but she couldn't figure it out because of too few clues.

He regretted staying up late last night to make clothes and stayed up all night.

……

After all the small money was moved and settled, Hong Yao patted Fang Chong on the shoulder and said, "Don't worry, I will take care of it."

Fang Chong was taken aback for a moment, and then smiled wryly. In fact, he didn't take Pu Zhuo's customized paper dog at heart. After all, he didn't consider himself a dog, and Pu Zhuo could only enjoy his mouth.What he was afraid of was that his temper had become stronger recently, he did many things that he would never do before, and said some things that he should not have said.

This feeling is very subtle, like... as if something is slowly awakening.

Seeing Fang Chong's silence, Hong Yao didn't ask any more, but shifted her gaze to another customer who hadn't left yet, and asked politely, "Is there anything else you need?"

After coddling in the corner with the little paper people for a long time, the heart that was a little afraid of the paper people became alive again. The girl hugged her schoolbag and said cautiously: "Then I... can I order a paper-made cat?"

After being dead for so long, she hasn't touched a cat for a long time!

Today's young girls are really big-hearted, and they are about to be reincarnated, and no one is left behind when they chase stars and play cats.

Hong Yao was silent and said, "Okay."

Anyway, I'm going to tie a dog, and it's easy to tie a cat with scraps.

The little girl was overjoyed immediately, and thanked her repeatedly as she tugged on the strap of her schoolbag.

Hong Yao waved her hand, as ruthlessly as a paper-making machine without emotion: "You're welcome, I have to give money."

"It should be!" The girl smiled brightly, "My name is Xiong Shi, how much is the paper-made cat?"

Hong Yao opened her mouth and said a figure that was much lower than the previous offer to the Ghost King.

Pei Ci and Fang Chong couldn't help silently rejoicing in their hearts, fortunately Pu Zhuo walked fast, otherwise there would have been a quarrel.

Even Xiong Shi asked hesitantly, "Is there such a big price difference between paper dogs and paper cats?"

Hongyao said bluntly: "Not much, I will give you the market price."

What did Pu Zhuo prescribe?Is it a ghost price?

Fang Chong felt a little sympathetic to Pu Zhuo, a majestic ghost king who was murdered for buying a paper tie.

Although some lamented that the boss looked at the dishes so blatantly, Xiong Shi had nothing to say in view of the fact that the boss was too arrogant and he was cheating the king of ghosts.

"Transfer or cash?"

Hong Yao: "It's up to you."

Xiong Shi, who was shopping in the underworld for the first time, said cautiously: "My family is usually busy at work... How should I do it when transferring money?"

Hong Yao opened the drawer and took out a piece of A4 copy paper with several corners missing. On it were neatly arranged QR codes. Hong Yao cut one and handed it to Xiong Shi, saying: "You enter first For your family's dream, just explain the price of the matter and put this QR code on their bedside."

Xiong Shi took the small piece of QR code, and felt a little excited. This was the first time she encountered something in the world since she died!

Holding a small piece of paper that feels completely different from the poster album that her family burned for her, Xiong Shi suddenly looked forward to the paper-made cats and cats: "How long will it take to pick up the goods?"

It shouldn't be like those cotton dolls that she ordered when she was alive, waiting for the construction period after the tour, waiting for the delivery after the completion period, March and then March... right?

Fortunately, this kind of traditional handicraft pays attention to warmth, mainly to ensure that the deceased can enjoy their own goods before reincarnation.

Hong Yao: "If you are willing to wait, you can take the cat away when the paste dries."

Xiong Shi's face was about to die from a smile, and she nodded hurriedly: "Yes, yes! I'll wait here!"

Although her heart is full of little idols, but she can watch handsome guys make cats live... Hee hee hee hee hee!

Hong Yao nodded, no longer caring about Xiong Shi whose eyes suddenly glowed, he dug out the flour clay pot and small stove from inside, put them all in front of Fang Chong, and asked very kindly: "Can you make paste? "

"...Yes." You put all your things at my hand, and I didn't have a chance to say no.

Hong Yao said with satisfaction: "Then I will trouble you to make more paste. Pei Ci and I will go to the garden to chop some bamboo and come back."

Fang Chong nodded dumbly while holding the pot.Although it shouldn't be, but looking at the backs of the two bosses walking side by side full of joy and joy, he still couldn't help but have a rebellious thought in his heart——this atmosphere, why...why is it like going on a date?Just cut a bamboo...

……

After entering the garden, Pei Ci asked curiously, "Did Boss Hong also chop bamboo in the small courtyard to make paper bundles?"

Hongyao: "Yes, the clump of bamboo next to the pavilion in the veranda, I don't know what species it is, it grows slowly and doesn't take off shoots, and it has been cut down to a few stalks. I had planned to go there for two years I plan to cut bamboo in the mountains and come back to make paper ties, but I didn’t expect that there is a small bamboo forest in the garden that old man Yin left for me, which really saves me a lot of trouble.”

The sky was cloudless and the sun was shining brightly. Hong Yao walked to the lake and broke off two lotus leaves: "Why don't you call me by my name again?"

Pei Ci was taken aback for a moment, but before she could answer, the light in front of her eyes suddenly dimmed.Hong Yao turned over the lotus leaf and put it on his head like he was wearing a hat. He stared at Pei Ci for a few seconds, then smiled brightly and said, "You should call me Hong Yao, I prefer you to call me Boss Hong." name."

Pei Ci raised his hand in a daze, and after touching the cold lotus leaf covering his head, he seemed to have grasped the only trace of truth in the chaos of nothingness. He spoke in a low and soft voice: "Red medicine...it sounds good. name."

Hong Yao smiled brighter when he heard this, a small lotus leaf couldn't cover his bright face at all.

"I think so too." These two words were the only ones he knew from birth.

Originally, Hong Yao planned to compliment Pei Ci's name politely, but for some reason, the beautiful words stuck in his throat and he couldn't say it, as if he was about to say something against his will. After a pause, Hong Yao didn't embarrass himself anymore. , naturally put aside the plan of reciprocating courtesy.

"So, it's a pity that you don't hear such a nice name much."

Pei Ci also smiled: "Okay, I will definitely call out such a nice name." After a pause, he continued, "To make up for the previous share together."

Facing Pei Ci's serious and focused eyes, Hong Yao subconsciously rubbed her ears, what's going on?He hasn't called his name yet, why are his ears itchy...

Hong Yao coughed unnaturally, lowered her head to avoid Pei Ci's eyes, and said in a muffled voice, "Let's go, go chop bamboo."

The bamboo grove in the garden is not in the same scale as the landscape bamboo in the backyard of the candle shop. Not only the quantity is very different, but the variety is also very different visible to the naked eye.

Hong Yao raised her hand and patted the towering emerald green bamboo, saying with emotion, "Finally, I can enjoy the rich feeling of bamboo with a decent skeleton."

He used to be so careful and careful that he wished he could split a bamboo strip in half and use it, but it was bitter.

Pei Ci glanced at the empty hands of the two of them, and said belatedly, "We forgot to bring the machete."

"It's just chopping bamboo, what kind of machete should I use?" Hong Yao's words sounded like killing a chicken with a bull's knife, and then he pulled out his copper ring sword from the void in the next second.

Pei Ci: "..."

It's just chopping a bamboo, but the copper ring sword used to chop the ghost king is the bull's knife for killing chickens, right? !

As soon as the majestic broadsword appeared, the originally quiet bamboo forest suddenly rustled without wind.

Next, Hongyao proved with his actions that his copper ring sword not only managed to chop the ghost king, but also... no, it was 'cut' the bamboo.

I don't see how Hongyao used force, the black blade just touched the root of the bamboo lightly, and the slender bamboo tilted silently. Hongyao reached out to catch it, gently put it down on the ground, and then moved the big knife lightly, cutting quickly and precisely. Removed the unnecessary twigs... The whole process was very quiet, without any sound of blades chopping, but it was precisely because of this that it became more sharp.

Pei Ci squatted down, and lightly brushed the neat incisions on the bamboo stake like a mirror with his fingers.

The big knife is at least one finger thick, how did it cut such a neat cut?

Hong Yao saw Pei Ci's expression and knew what he was wondering: "This bamboo was not cut by a blade."

"Didn't it be cut off by the blade?" Pei Ci was even more puzzled.

Hong Yao nodded, he didn't continue to explain, but directly put Su Bai's palm on the blade, and then wiped it hard——

"Wait..." Pei Ci couldn't stop him, and in a panic, he grabbed Hong Yao's hand regardless of the size, and took a closer look, but he didn't find any scars, "This is it?"

Hong Yao didn't move either, letting Pei Ci hold his hand.

He organized his language and described it as accurately as possible: "In my knife... there is an incomparably huge will. They will hurt what I want, protect what I want, follow my heart, and prohibit it."

"I see." Pei Ci sighed, his eyes full of disapproval, "That shouldn't be the case, just in case..."

What if the will is distracted and accidentally hurt.

Hong Yao's pitch-black eyes turned around nimbly, and she joked, "It's not the first time you've seen me pull out this knife from the void, why do you still treat it as a normal blade?"

Pei Ci: "..."

Probably... is stupid.