ID number 019

"what!"

Chen Xishuang gave a short cry of fear, rolled his eyes and passed out.

"Ginger man? Ginger man? Ginger man!"

There was a voice shouting in Chen Xishuang's ear, and it kept shouting, and his sinking consciousness was slowly dragged up.

The middle-aged man looked at him: "My steamed buns are ready, go and set up your stall."

Chen Xishuang was confused: "Ah? Oh oh."

How am I lying on the ground?What I was doing just now, my nails are very painful, they are full of flour, by the way, the uncle asked me to knead the dough for him...

Why did he seem to be drunk, he got up on the ground, his standing body suddenly stopped, and asked the middle-aged man blankly: "Where is your wife? Is she not in the house?"

The middle-aged man looked surprised: "My wife has been dead for many years."

There was a loud bang in Chen Xishuang's head.

No, the dough is sticky and needs to be kneaded again.

You stop talking!

No no no no!

Hurry up, I have to get the steamer!

………………

A lot of voices, chattering.

stop it... stop it... please stop it...

Chen Xishuang fell down on the ground in horror, and raised his head with a bloodless face.

The middle-aged man was still looking at him.

Chen Xishuang couldn't stop trembling all over, and opened the courtyard door scramblingly, her face was almost pressed against a face outside the door.

It's the village chief!

"Jiang Ren, why are you still here? If you don't go to set up a stall, how much money can you make today? If you're a fool, you know..."

"Ahhhh!!!"

Chen Xishuang covered his ears and yelled, running towards the red lantern.

When Chen Yang sold the fourth bamboo rake, Chen Xishuang appeared in his line of sight.

"Ghost, there is a ghost..."

Chen Xishuang stumbled away from the crowd, cried and fell down in front of Chen Yang's booth, shaking like chaff.

The people around seemed to be unable to see his anomaly, the yelling and noise continued, and those who were knocked away by him continued to wander.

Including the villager selling chicks next to the stall, and the shoe repairer from other places.

It's like hearing nothing.

Chen Yang helped Chen Xishuang up and let him sit on the bench: "Take it easy."

"It's too scary." Chen Xishuang trembled, "Can I hug you?"

A cold light came from a few stalls diagonally opposite, he pursed his mouth, and cried "wow": "It's okay to hold your hand."

Why was the biting coldness still there, Chen Xishuang cried loudly: "Sleeves, can sleeves work? Please!"

Chen Yang gave him a sleeve.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you." Chen Xishuang's eyes were full of tears, and the coldness diagonally across from him disappeared, and he didn't dare to act recklessly, he just grabbed it with two fingers.

Chen Yang: "..."

Chen Xishuang's memory is like the kneaded dough, with many air holes, and as he gradually calmed down, the fragments in the air holes were released one by one.

"I was called to knead the dough, and my hands were sore. The aunt was always talking next to me, babbling. She said I couldn't knead the dough, and told me to stop talking. If you have that strength, it's better to use it all on the face." , interrupted me again and again, and said that I don't look like a man..."

Chen Xishuang shivered fiercely: "That's it, really, that's it!"

"I don't know how to kill people. I'm scared of even a cockroach. How could I kill people? I didn't know what was wrong at the time. I said I was rubbing, but she kept urging me. , and then, my hand grabbed the kitchen knife."

"It's not me in the back, it's not me..." Chen Xi spoke incoherently, the two fingers holding Chen Yang's sleeve were icy cold, and he was about to pass out out of breath.

Chen Yang asked him to take a deep breath, and then exhale slowly.

Even when he encounters a ghost, Chen Yang can empathize with it.

When Chen Xishuang got better, Chen Yang asked him to talk about the details and recount all the conversations. It's best not to miss even the mental activities, and recall what you don't remember.

"Young man, how much is a basket?"

A gray-haired grandmother brought her granddaughter over.

Chen Yang said, "Two yuan."

The old woman carefully took out a wrapped red handkerchief from her double-breasted clothes pocket, and opened it tremblingly with thin fingers, revealing a stack of ten and twenty cents paper notes. with.

The granddaughter was holding the old woman's clothes with one hand, and a plastic bag with two fat white steamed buns inside.

There was a layer of mist in the bag, and the steamed buns were just out of the cage, and they were still warm.

Chen Xishuang stared at the steamed bun, and the nerve endings that had finally loosened were tense again, his face turned pale, as if he had seen a ghost.

Such a delicate and beautiful face became demonic.

The granddaughter hid behind the grandmother in fright.

The grandma's counting of money was interrupted, and she forgot where she was. She touched her granddaughter's head and accused Chen Xishuang: "Jiang Ren, why are you scaring the children?"

Chen Xishuang's wide eyes were filled with fear.

The old lady seemed to be unable to see, and was still blaming him.

Chen Yang came forward to explain, saying that he wanted to eat steamed buns.

"You made it in Laoji Village. It's on the west side. The business is good. The queue is long. If you want to eat, you can buy it yourself." The grandmother counted the paper tickets again.

Chen Yang grabbed Chen Xishuang who was about to collapse, it seemed that the middle-aged man steamed it and sold it.

Chen Xishuang picked the flour from his nails, and told Chen Yang everything that came to his mind. Now that he knew that he was possessed, he had to face the fact.

Disliked, urged, ridiculed for not being a man, killing people on impulse, burying corpses, hiding blood on dough, and discovering soil from a shovel.

These are the experiences of the ginger people.

It was the ginger man who killed someone!

The process reproduces!

"Why did this happen to me, I gave that big brother, Jiang Da hand cream."

Chen Xishuang scratched his nails so painfully, he heard Chen Yang say out of nowhere: "Maybe it started with the hand cream."

He shook violently: "No, isn't it?"

Chen Yang focused on going down according to his own speculation. The middle-aged man also told Jiang Ren that his wife's hands were cracked, and Jiang Ren gave him hand cream.

Then, the night before going to the market, the middle-aged man asked Jiang Ren to help knead the dough, and his wife kept picking at him...

Chen Yang's eyes flicked open, that Jiang Ren was killed by that middle-aged man? !

will not.

It won't be that simple.

Otherwise, it is a grievance aimed at one person, not such a large area.

Chen Yang turned his back to the crowd, and his eyes fell on Chen Xishuang's hands. He remembered that the situation described by the other party was stuck at the door to escape.

The middle-aged man was digging the soil.

He asked the ginger man, what did you bury in my yard.

Chen Yang tried to describe the development of that year. Jiang Ren was stopped when he ran away. The middle-aged man asked him that question. He probably gave the answer and got away with it. The corpse in the yard was not dug up on the spot.

It was what happened later that the middle-aged man knew that his wife had been killed by Jiang Ren.

Now there are two more clues, plus the previous three.

One: Jiang Sheng was sick.

Two: Jiangren hates people saying that he is not like a man.

Three: People who Jiang Ren once killed will die again.

It is not yet known what the three members of the Jiang family look like.Looking at Chen Xishuang's face, Chen Yang thought, is there a possibility that Jiang Ren also looks like a boy and a girl?Or thin and slender.

"Have I violated any taboo?"

Chen Xishuang looked up at Old Chen's family: "Will I die..."

Chen Yang: "Let's look at Shun first...Let's look at Jiang Da's situation first."

Chen Xishuang stopped talking, that's right, he is not the first one, there is another one ahead of him.

And didn't you say that, it's possible that you won't be possessed until you violate the taboo, and it will fall on them randomly.

The ghost wants to reproduce some words and things from that year through them.

Chen Yang caught a glimpse of a short and thin figure, pulling the paralyzed Chen Xishuang up.

"The village chief is here, go to your booth!"

"I don't know which one I am!" Chen Xishuang yelled.

"Over there." Chen Yang pointed him in the direction, "Beside the sapling seller."

Chen Xishuang rushed into the crowd.

Chen Yang fiddled with the things on the stall, and when the village chief came over, he smiled and shouted.

"Village chief, didn't you lie down for a while?"

"How can I lie down?" The village chief put his hands behind his back, "How is the sale?"

Chen Yang said, "I sold three bamboo rakes and one basket."

"Not bad, good sale." The village head nodded kindly with a smile, then turned to ask the middle-aged woman, "Jiang Miao, how many chickens have you sold?"

The middle-aged woman said that none of them were sold.

The village chief's old face suddenly became mean, and the cigarette rod he was carrying behind his back swung towards her basket.

"You didn't sell any of them? Then what are you doing sitting around?"

The middle-aged woman took out her hands from the sleeves, moved the bench and sat back, shrinking her body and said: "It's not yet dawn, and many people haven't arrived. Today, these will be sold, and they will definitely be sold." , will sell."

The following words are speaking to myself.

Chen Yang noticed that the middle-aged woman was shaking all the time. The per capita income for three days must be at least 60. How many chickens do you have to sell?

But at this time, there should be a lot of chickens. If you buy them back now, you will be able to eat the chickens in the second half of the year.

Chen Yang thought of the large group of chickens in the village who refused to go home and kept walking up and down the road.

Recalling that scene still gives me goosebumps.

Chen Yang saw that the village chief went to his partner's place, and thought that the old man might have done the same thing last year, staring at the progress of the stall's income.

Can no longer lose money.

The village head asked one by one, and he did not miss any of the 25 stalls in the village.

When Chen Yang couldn't see the village chief, he went to see his partner. The other party came towards him without knowing what he had said to the street vendor next to him. He was stunned.

Chao Jian leaned on crutches and walked through the crowd to Chen Yang. Before he could ask a question, he said, "There is a vendor who left the stall for a while, and asked others to take care of his things before leaving."

"In the village, one of the 25 people."

Chen Yang understood that it was not the first time for the villagers to experience such a fair, and they knew more or less what they could and couldn't do.

Since the other party came like that, it means it's okay.

It would be nice if you could leave the booth, it would be much easier to communicate, Chen Yang asked his partner curiously: "How much money did you earn?"

Chao Jian said, "Nine yuan and five."

Chen Yang stared in surprise: "That's the same as me."

Zhao Jian gave him an orange.

Chen Yang looked at him with the eyes of magic: "Where did it come from?"

"Here." Chao Jian threw it on the stall, "You peel it off and give me half."

Chen Yang picked up the orange and peeled it: "The people in your place have never been broken, how did you sell so much?"

There are also a lot of goods on the stalls, most of them are just for viewing or not for buying?

Zhao Jian watched him peel the oranges: "The older ones asked me where I lived, how old I was, who was in the family, who I was talking to, how did my leg hurt, and whether it could be better, etc. The young ones listened, and the young ones family."

Chen Yang: "..."

Also poor.

Those who don't buy things are stuck there, and those who want to buy things can't squeeze in.

Chen Yang shared half of the oranges with the orange peels to Chao Jian, and while helping him keep an eye on the stall, he told him what happened to Chen Xishuang.

Liu Shun couldn't remember the part of him being possessed, but Chen Xishuang could remember the fragmentary picture and put it together bit by bit.

The two things are different in nature.

One just revealed that the throat was uncomfortable all the year round, coughing up old bloody phlegm, and the other was the reappearance of murder.

"Ginger man." Chao Jian whispered.

Chen Yang looked at him with bated breath: "Ang, what's wrong?"

Chao Jian pulled the orange peel aside, lowered her head and bit off a piece of orange flesh inside: "Jiang Miao is my younger sister, let her go."

Chen Yang inhaled, if this person's breath hadn't changed, he really thought he was possessed.

Now the relationship between Jiang Ren and Jiang Miao is confirmed, brother and sister.

The word "let" is the most delicate stroke in the relationship between brothers and sisters.

Chen Yang looked forward to seeing his partner, what else?

Chao Jian glanced at the other half of the orange in Chen Yang's hand.

"Take it, take it." Chen Yang thought he still wanted to eat, so he handed it over.

Chao Jian didn't want it.

Chen Yang didn't understand what he was thinking, so he ate it by himself. The orange was very sweet, with a lot of water, and his mouth was not so dry.

"Sister has reached the age of marriage." Chao Jian said.

Chen Yang was taken aback, at what age?

Are you already engaged, or are you dating?

Chen Yang waited until there was nothing else, then he chased his partner away: "I know everything, you go back quickly, those people are coming to me for you, they will block my customers."

Chao Jian: "..."

As soon as Chen Yang sent Chao Jian away, Liu Shun joined him.

The two communicated, and Liu Shun was moved by the situation of the market.

"I found a lot of brooms, big and small, big bundles and big bundles, dustpans, small baskets, rice sieves, rakes, big bamboo baskets, and all kinds of bamboo handwoven things."

Chen Yang nodded, not only are there many, but it is not difficult to sell them.

The big market once a year refers to selling some things in these three days, and then buying supplies for this year.

Those made of bamboo are for daily use.

Chen Yang noticed something sharp-eyed: "Jiang Da, there is someone at your stall who wants to buy something."

Liu Shun said, "He's a guy who only looks at it but doesn't buy it. He's been walking around for a while."

Chen Yang had a suspicious expression: "Isn't it a thief?"

Liu Shun opened his mouth wide: "Huh?"

"What a thief!" Chen Yang watched helplessly as the guy took a dustpan and stuffed it skillfully into a snakeskin bag.

And Liu Shun made the out-of-town vendors who helped take care of him wander around somewhere.

Liu Shun also saw it, and said indifferently: "Forget it, if you steal it, just steal it. There are many things, so this one is not bad."

Chen Yang disagreed with Liu Shun's point of view: "I feel that we can leave the stall, but we must ensure that the stall is well taken care of."

He thought of something, and his brows twitched: "The village chief has repeatedly explained that the goods must be counted after closing the stall at 9 pm. Think about it, will it be right..."

Before the word "account" was uttered, Liu Shun ran after the thief.

"Catch the thief!"

"Come here! My dustpan was stolen by a thief!"

"It's the one with the snakeskin bag! Someone stop me—"

Nobody helped.

It's business as usual at the market.

There were too many pedestrians, and the distance between Liu Shun and the thief was getting farther and farther. When he secretly thought that he was finished, a scream came from a distance.

When the thief passed Xiaoxiang's side, he was proud of himself, and was punched by her and fell to the ground.

Liu Shun took back the dustpan, thanked Xiaoxiang in a hurry, and went back to his booth.

Halfway through, he made up his mind to turn back again, quickly told the other party the known clues, and asked her to pass them on to others.

At dawn, there were more people in the market.

The morning time passed with one transaction after another. Some people sold very well, and their pockets were full of tickets.

Some people's stalls are ignored, and it's useless to smoke from the voice of shouting.

Just like Li Ping, he only managed to sell a fish when the sun was shining.

Li Ping knew that he didn't have the advantages of appearance and age, so he wanted to make good use of his strengths. He opened a shop, and no one in the group knew how to do business better than him.

I didn't know it was so difficult.

Fortunately, it opened, and with the first business, there will be a second one.

Li Ping sat back on the small bench, and before his butt warmed up, a voice slammed over his head and face.

"Jiang Da, how do you do business?"

Li Ping looked at his first customer, confused: "What's wrong?"

The big man threw a crucian carp to the ground in front of him.

Li Ping looked at it: "You want me to kill it for you?"

"I also asked you if you want to kill it, but you said no, wait a minute, I'll scrape off the scales of the fish for you, otherwise your mouth will hurt when you eat it..."

"Kill what kill!"

The big man said angrily: "Didn't you say that you will be paid? Take a look, take a look!"

He squatted down and peeled off the bag, pointing to the motionless crucian carp inside: "I just bought it and before I walked a few steps, the fish died!"

Li Ping can still hold his breath at this time. When doing business, he always encounters difficult customers. If there is a problem, he must find a way to solve it.

In this case, communicate first.

"Maybe you got stuffy in the bag when you were walking, so you just eat it anyway, it doesn't matter."

Li Ping said in a deliberative way: "If not, I'll kill the fish for you, and you can go home directly..."

"I don't want it anymore, return the money to me!" The big man interrupted him with a firm attitude, "Return the money!"

Refunding the money is tantamount to busy work and zero income. This stimulated Li Ping: "You must be mentally ill. How can a fish survive out of water!"

"Besides, I was obviously alive and kicking when I sold you. Who knows if you didn't want to buy it, so you deliberately crushed it to death to make trouble with me."

But that person didn't want to reason at all, he yelled loudly everywhere, as if he was not afraid of big things.

Two middle-aged people came around, one was the man with a severed hand who called Chen Xishuang to help knead the dough, the other was a duckling seller, both of them were from the village.

Two big gingers.

They came round.

At first Li Ping thought that these two people were here to help him, but they all looked nervous and forced him to the wall behind the booth.

"You..." Li Ping was taken aback, "What are you going to do?"

"Give, money, refund, him!"

One of them, Jiang Da, spoke every word, his tone trembling with nervousness.

Li Ping suspected that he had misheard: "What? Give it back to him? Why? What does my selling fish have to do with you?"

The facial muscles of the middle-aged man who lost his hand were trembling: "Hurry up!"

Li Ping was panting heavily, it was already nine o'clock, and it was so hard to sell a fish.

If it was refunded, wouldn't he earn a penny in the morning?

Wang Xiaobei, who is diagonally opposite, has sold several lots, and the others must be the same. If he can't earn the per capita income, it means that the task has failed.

No, no refund.

Besides, it wasn't his fault!

Li Ping didn't understand what the two men were afraid of. The man who bought the fish was very ordinary in clothes and didn't seem to have any background.

"You two, you don't understand the cause and effect. This matter is not my responsibility. I will never refund the money."

"Take care of your own stalls, you don't need to take care of mine!"

Li Ping pushed away the two big Jiangs and returned to the booth, and knelt down on the ground in the next second.

His knee hit the ground hard, and there was a "boom".

"what--"

Li Ping's eyes went dark from the pain, and his leg bones pierced sharply into the flesh like a shattered leg. He felt his flesh and bones were still intact.

Li Ping tried to support the ground to stand up, but his knees couldn't leave the ground.

He can't get up.

It was as if countless hands were pressing on him.

Wang Xiaobei who was diagonally opposite had a dazed expression on her face, the uncle knelt down on the ground because of how well he walked, and he couldn't get up from his knees.

What are you doing.

It hurt to look at that kneeling.

Wang Xiaobei held the mentality of "they are all missionaries and should be taken care of", and when she was about to call out to ask questions, the situation over there frightened her silly.

Li Ping seemed to be out of breath suddenly, his hands frantically scratched his neck!

It seems to be pulling something on the neck!

I couldn't tear it off, my face turned purple, my pupils dilated, and my eyes bulged out, looking terrifying.

Wang Xiaobei shrank to the back of the booth trembling all over. She felt that the attitude of the people going to the market that nothing happened was more terrifying than Li Ping's state.

At the same time, Liu Shun's reaction was the same as Li Ping's.

Just when he was about to suffocate to death, the weird strangulation around his neck disappeared.

Chen Yang noticed Liu Shun's abnormality after sending away a customer. He quickly asked the middle-aged woman and the shoe repairer to help him look at the booth, and ran over quickly.

"Big Jiang!"

The blood vessels on Liu Shun's forehead exploded one by one, and there was a gasping sound from the bellows in his throat.

There is a deep purple strangle mark around the neck.

"What's going on?" Chen Yang asked in a deep voice.

Liu Shun couldn't make a sound, and was so painful that he couldn't swallow his saliva. He shook his head and said "I don't know" with his mouth.

Inexplicably, he was strangled by a terrible force, without warning.

Something flashed through Chen Yang's mind, he turned around and ran back, looking towards Li Ping.

Li Ping was also touching his neck with a pained expression.

And he was kneeling.

Those two are Jiang Da, Zhang Guangrong is probably...

Chen Yang ran to Chao Jian: "Help me take care of the stall, I'll take a look."

Chao Jian stopped him with a cane, "We'll talk about it after closing the stall at night."

"It's not even noon yet." Chen Yang hurriedly went to check the specific situation.

Chao Jian yelled coldly: "Go back and talk at night!"

Chen Yang and the young man looked at each other for a few seconds, and understood that he was worried that he would not be able to compete, so he silently turned and went back to his stall.

Everyone dispersed during the day, and didn't get together at noon. They didn't all meet until the stalls were closed at nine o'clock in the evening.

Apart from Li Ping and Liu Shun, Zhang Guangrong and two other middle-aged men also had strangle marks on their necks.

It was Jiang Da who had the accident.

At first everyone didn't know who the source was, but as soon as Li Ping finished talking about himself, the atmosphere changed.

"If one Jiang Da makes a mistake, all Jiang Da will be punished?" Chen Xishuang muttered.

Chen Yang: "Yes."

Everyone looked at Li Ping.

Li Ping has an unpleasant fishy smell all over his body. There are bugs in the countryside this season, and they all bite him. His knee hurts so much that he can hardly walk. After selling three fish, the income was far from what he had imagined.

Now his emotions have reached the verge of losing control.

"What did I do wrong?" Li Ping was furious, "What do you mean, huh?"

Liu Shun didn't speak.

Zhang Guangrong was not his temper, he said bluntly: "You didn't listen to the warning, you didn't refund the money."

"Fart! That person is clearly looking for faults, a scoundrel!" Li Ping slapped the table, "Why should I quit?"

"They were all strangled, and I was also a victim!"

"I don't want to refund the money is my personal matter. It has nothing to do with others. What are you thinking about? If any of you encountered my situation, you would not refund it. I can't be... ..."

Chen Yang listened to Li Ping's quarrel for a while, his temples swelled: "Does your knee still hurt?"

Li Ping immediately stopped talking.

The energy of sophistry leaked a hole with a puff, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Li Ping knew in his heart that it was indeed his reason.

Otherwise, those two Jiang Da would not have come to force him at that time, let alone glared at him with eyes that wanted to skin him and cramp him after closing the stall.

If you refund the money, you will be fine, you will not kneel down, and you will not be strangled.

But why...

Yes, why, everyone was lost in thought.

Chen Yang looked at Li Ping: "You are a businessman, when you want to do this, what will you do for it?"

"No, I won't do this," Li Ping said, "I've been in a supermarket for many years, and I've never seen anything like this. The things I bought in front of me will be returned in the back. I don't need to open the package. question."

"But the live fish is bought, and it is dead when it is returned. It is equivalent to unpacking and messing things up. Then return it. Am I crazy? Then what can I do for business? I am not a charity. ..."

A hoarse voice sounded: "Reputation."

Chen Yang's eyes lit up, and he raised his voice to expand his partner's words: "The reputation of the Jiang family!"

Everyone looked over.

Wang Kuanyou thought that this way of thinking was correct. He took a closer look at Chen Yang and that young man. Partners need to be cultivated, and they are hard to come by.

"Conflict with customers is to tarnish the Jiang family's reputation and they will be punished."

Xu Yifei almost had conflicts with others, but fortunately he was replaced. After a while, he was afraid: "Then what should I do? Are you deliberately finding fault?"

"Patience."

Wang Kuanyou said solemnly: "During the three days of the market, we must refund or exchange."

"Then if on the last day, the income is just stuck at the per capita point, if someone comes to return things, wouldn't it be impossible to complete the task?"

Chen Yang touched his partner's crutch: "So we need to make more money."

Da Yan's eyes flicked past the young man beside him: "You said you can't just think about selling a lot of things."

Wang Xiaobei muttered: "Yeah, it's like this for a while, and it's like that for a while, what will happen..."

"Don't make noise." Wang Kuanyou spoke for Chen Yang, "The task is like this, many pitfalls are in the details, let's take a step at a time."

Chen Xishuang also defended Old Chen's family, pouted and said, "You don't have to listen if you don't believe me."

Several people, including Da Yan, had a bit of a bad look on their faces, but they still knew the times and didn't argue.

"Please be careful, don't get me involved."

Dayan looked at Wang Xiaobei, Xiaoxiang, and Xiang Tiantian, and emphasized it with a haughty expression.

"We also want to tell you this." Xiang Tiantian was not to be outdone.

"Exactly!" Wang Xiaobei agreed.

Xiaoxiang didn't argue, she and Wang Kuanyou Chen Yang said hello and went back to the house.

Chen Xishuang was nervous: "Tell me, why do people in the market pretend not to see right and wrong?"

"It's the same as not calling the wrong person." Wang Kuanyou said, "Scared."

This is not the first year of this kind of forced market. Last year, the year before last, who knows what happened to cause the false noise they saw today.

When the goods are counted and settled, the village chief supervises the whole process.

"Each of you has to earn at least 20 on the first day, but only half of you earn it, and the other half don't."

The village head counted out all the ones that didn’t meet the standard, and the bags under his eyes were twitching: “Tomorrow, it’s going to be over 20, preferably 30, or you’ll be finished on the last day, did you hear me?”

"I heard, we will try to sell things tomorrow."

"Jiang Da, go to worship the ancestors!"

The village head called Liu Shun, Zhang Guangrong and Li Ping away.

The remaining ten people each responded.

"Baizu...then won't they be able to know the situation of the members of the Jiang family?"

"Wait for them to come back."

"Is Baizuwei dangerous?"

"It's Jiang Da worshiping the ancestors, and it has nothing to do with us."

"Yeah, so what are we going to do now?"

"There are still many stalls outside, all of which are from other places. It seems that they will be open all night, and we are the only ones who close them at nine o'clock."

"The task is related to Laoji Village, regardless of those people."

"..."

Chen Yang went to the kang with Chao Jian, both of them were very tired, and it was not easy for a peddler to sell things.

Chao Jian didn't want to care about the dust all over her body.

Chen Yang was not much better, he covered his chest with the quilt, and said exhaustedly: "Sleep for a while, wait for Jiang Da to worship his ancestors..."

The people around said abruptly: "Survival mission, never forget to protect yourself."

Chen Yang woke up a little bit, knowing that his partner was still blaming him for being careless for the day's affairs, he pursed his lips: "I know."

Or he said it himself, he can reach out and pull others out of trouble.

But within your capabilities.

While saving others, you must also protect yourself.

Chao Jian said nothing.

Chen Yang whispered to him seriously: "Really, I always remember."

Move the corners of her lips towards Jane, remember a fart.

"Did you scold me?" Chen Yang turned his head in response.

Chao Jane gives him the back of the head.

Chen Yang was confused for a while, and when he was about to close his eyes, this man uttered again, the same as the previous one, without beginning or end: "Except for ghosts, you are not afraid of anything."

Then he said: "It's better to be afraid of everything, honestly."

Chen Yang twitched his lips: "If I'm afraid of everything, then I'll be cold in the first mission, and I can still be your partner?"

This one is also funny, and he used the word "hurry up" at the beginning to force him to face his fear.

Now I feel like he's growing up too fast.

Is not it good?Wouldn't it be a good thing to have a stronger partner?

Sensing that the air pressure around the people around him was not right, Chen Yang hurriedly said: "Honestly, self-protection is the two key points, I have grasped them, don't worry."

Chen Yang shouted to Wang Kuanyou: "Jiang Da came back and called us."

"Am I not worthy of your trust?" Chen Xishuang who was next to him hummed.

Chen Yang: "..."

In the next room, Wang Xiaobei took off the big black-rimmed glasses, unbuttoned her bun, and let her long hair hang down her back.

"Hair is full of gray."

Xiang Tiantian took out a comb from her bag to comb her hair: "The market is too dirty, my nose is black, and I used several wet tissues."

She handed the comb to Wang Xiaobei: "Do you want to comb?"

"You comb it for me."

Wang Xiaobei sat with her mobile phone in both hands and her back to her.

Da Yan sat on the chair like a young lady, with her straight long legs stacked together, she dismissed the sisterhood between Wang Xiaobei and Xiang Tiantian.

I just met yesterday, and it's like my long-lost sisters.

Dayan didn't admit that she was envious, she glanced at Xiaoxiang coming down, and asked, "Are you going to the bathroom?"

Xiao Xiang nodded.

Da Yan stood up: "You are not safe by yourself, let me go with you."

After the two left, Wang Xiaobei stuck out her tongue: "Pretend!"

"She wanted to go to the toilet by herself but was a little afraid. I even saw her pinching her legs for a long time."

"It doesn't matter to Xiaoxiang, I can't stand her like that."

Xiang Tiantian sat on the edge of the kang and took off her shoes, and stretched out her socks-wearing feet towards Wang Xiaobei.

"Damn it, it stinks."

Wang Xiaobei covered her nose, pretended to be angry and slapped Xiang Tiantian: "Why are you like this!"

Xiang Tiantian exaggeratedly put on a low posture: "I'm sorry."

"Tsk tsk tsk." Wang Xiaobei gave a thumbs up, "The queen, the absolute queen."

Xiang Tiantian changed her tone and said sincerely, "I'm sorry."

Wang Xiaobei smacked her lips: "Tall, really tall."

She carried her back again, and brushed her long hair towards Xiang Tiantian: "Help me comb my hair."

"And your feet, too smelly, like a dead fish, it stinks like a chasm in my soul, please put your shoes outside the door at night, otherwise there will be no way to treat people in the house."

The voice behind was crying, apologizing non-stop.

"sorry Sorry."

"sorry Sorry sorry……"

"sorry Sorry!"

"Okay, okay, I forgive you." Wang Xiaobei pressed the phone, "I won't comb my hair anymore, I'll just tie it up tomorrow, don't worry about it, get me some water, and I'll wash my face."

The voice behind was still talking.

Wang Xiaobei looked back, Xiang Tiantian was bent over, her head fell down, her thick black hair blocked her face, she kept saying those three words, her voice became shrill at some point.

"sorry Sorry sorry……"

"sorry Sorry……"

Wang Xiaobei patted her arm: "What are you doing, the play is over."

"sorry Sorry……"

For some reason, Wang Xiaobei got goosebumps: "Stop it, stop it."

"sorry Sorry……"

"I told you to stop!" Wang Xiaobei grabbed Xiang Tiantian's hair in front of her.

Xiang Tiantian suddenly raised her head.

Wang Xiaobei said with a pale face: "You scared me to death, I thought I saw the back of your head."

"Is that right?"

Xiang Tiantian faced her and turned her head completely to the back.