Raiders, Boys' Dream Factory!
Chapter 107
Now that the old man said so, Zhong Cuo had no choice but to temporarily settle down in the small shop.It was rare for the old man to have two young guests, and they were in a good mood. He brought out good tea for the two of them, and chattered about what happened back then.
Old Xingtou is a ceremonial official, and he has studied under a ceremonial official since he was a child.The theory of sending ghosts is attached to outsiders, he doesn't have any special skills, but he is slick and good at communication, and can coax even the most picky guests into submission.
"It's not easy to work in our business," Old Xingtou said seriously. "Look at me, don't I look like a real Taoist priest? That is to say, if real guests come to my door, I have to let them stand there for 10 minutes before going over. Open your mouth—don't say it, those people, the longer you wait, the happier you will be, and the more you think I'm capable!"
The old etiquette officer looked smug...
Zhong Cuo was speechless, and the old Xingtou laughed: "Actually, I have learned this in recent years. Not only is it a Taoist priest, I can also pretend to be a monk——"
As soon as he said he was pretending, he raised his hand to wipe it, and his bun was easily pulled off by him, revealing his oily and smooth head.The hand then touched the face, and the three long beards were taken off.Then he turned his body around, and he took off the wide Taoist robe and shook it back and forth. When he put it on again, it was already a cassock!
"Amitabha——" Lao Xing put his palms together, and his brows and eyes seemed to be filled with the solemn compassion of Baoxiang.
"Praise!" Tan clapped vigorously, Zhong Cuo supported his head, and was speechless for a while.
Old Xingtou pretending to be a Taoist priest and a monk is actually forced to do nothing. These days, the business of ritual officials is getting less and less. He has no choice but to open this paper shop to subsidize. Wuyu, it's a pity that he has no wife and no children, and he lives alone in such a big house, which always makes people feel a little lonely.
According to Aunt Hua, Lao Xingtou was also a suave character back then, but unfortunately he encountered a clichéd storyline. The person he loves does not love him, but likes his brother.Later, his brother died early, and Lao Xingtou never remarried, and has been taking care of his brother's widow and her children.
It's a little embarrassing to mention this matter, but Lao Xingtou is calm.Putting the headgear back on (the beard is no longer sticky), he happily took out a painting and showed it to the two of them: "Isn't it pretty?"
The person in the painting is a woman in a gorgeous dress. The painter has excellent skills and vividly depicts the complicated patterns on the clothes. The woman seems to be dancing. She raises her hand slightly to cover most of her face, revealing only her watery eyes, but they are still touching.
"This is his grandma." Looking at the person in the painting, Lao Xingtou seemed to recall the past, "His grandma's Nuo dance is also very famous, and it dances so beautifully like a fairy... Alas, this dance is passed down from daughter to daughter. Son, in this generation, it is considered to have broken the roots."
The so-called Nuo dance is a dance of sacrifice, which is of great significance in expelling ghosts and rewarding gods, but it is a pity that it has gradually been lost in modern times.The old man chatted a few words about how Zhang Fei's grandmother won the heart of the smartest scholar in the town with a dance, and the topic gradually turned to Zhang Fei.
Mentioning Zhang Fei, Old Xingtou smiled very warmly: "This child is very affectionate. He lived with his grandma when he was young, and I took him with him. After his grandma left, he didn't forget about it when he went to the city. My old man, come back to see me every year."
Old Xingtou pointed to the room, most of the things in his room had a sense of old age, but there were also some things that were new and eye-catching.One of the clocks is wrong, and it looks familiar. It seems to be a massage chair for the elderly that was popularly advertised years ago. It is said that it is specially designed for the elderly. "Speaking is better than singing."
"Every year, Xiaofei will come back to visit me and spend the New Year with me, an old man. This year he has something to do and can't come back, and he specially asked someone to help me bring such a big guy back—is it worth it, a man who is half buried in the dirt It's..." Old Xingtou's voice gradually dropped.
Zhong Cuo pursed his lips and remained silent. He looked away, and tried hard to press back the memories about Zhang Fei that had emerged to his heart.
He didn't have time to immerse himself in it...
It's a pity that old Xingtou couldn't read his mind, rubbed the massage chair a few times, he seemed to remember something, opened the drawer and found a thick photo album.
"This is Xiaofei's, do you want to read it?"
Zhong Cuo stared at the vulgar red cover of the photo album, and there was a battle between heaven and man in his mind.Just at this moment, he casually swayed to the front, and pressed him on the shoulder. The strength was not strong, but it was enough to make the hesitant him come to the photo album.
The first few photos look very old, and they are five or six-year-old Xiao Zhang Fei—even when he was young, he looked innocent and cute, with a round face and bright eyes, and he smiled carelessly lung.
Turning over a few pages, the little dolls in the photos have grown up, and one photo is particularly conspicuous: against the dark and pale background, Zhang Fei is kneeling on the ground, looking at the coffin not far away, with tears all over his face.
The tears made Zhong Cuo's heart tense, and he quickly turned the page.
"His grandma... probably went there not long after he was in junior high school. Xiao Fei was very sad. At that time, his father asked him to go to the city, but he didn't go... It's better to wait until high school has nothing to do before going. Yes. When he went to high school, he didn’t forget to send me photos often, he’s such a good boy.”
Accompanied by Lao Xingtou's low voice, Zhong Cuo turned the album to the back.
At this time, Zhang Fei in the photo already had the shadow of him now. He clasped his hands, raised his chin slightly, and looked a little lazy and a little arrogant, as if he didn't bother to leave his image at this time.There were shadows of other people in the corner of the photo, but no one was qualified to stand alongside him. Without exception, those people were all staring at Zhang Fei with strong admiration in their eyes.
The following photos were similar, the people inside became more and more aloof, there were no other people in the photos, and he didn't seem to need anyone.In order to take pictures, he tried his best to restrain his aura of rejecting people thousands of miles away, but the strong feeling was still printed on the photos.
Shaking Bancheng... Is that what it looks like?
Turning over this page, Zhang Fei on the next page is completely turned upside down from the previous page——
The sharp aura subsided, and a pair of ordinary glasses appeared on his face. The corner of the mouth of the person in the photo was slightly bent, holding the admission notice in his hand, and behind him was the glittering golden signboard of Linshan University.
This is Zhang Fei in his impression.
The next few photos are of Zhang Fei’s college life. He doesn’t seem to like to take group photos. Except for a graduation photo in a bachelor’s suit, there are a bunch of blurred shadows, and the rest are all of him alone—he is walking in the shade of the university. On the road, he smiled and compared V in the dormitory. He stood on the top of a mountain overlooking the wind... Vivid and vivid, but still as before, leaving an invisible distance from people.
On the first photo on the last page of the photo album, Zhang Fei is standing in front of Chonghua High School with a work permit hanging around his neck.
Under each photo is the date recorded by the old Xingtou. The last one was sent in May of last year. Zhang Fei traveled somewhere, smiling as brightly as flowers in a sea of flowers.
Almost, a whole life.
Closing the album, Zhong Cuo sighed silently.Originally, he just wanted to know Zhang Fei's birthday, but inadvertently learned more through this photo album... It feels a bit weird, but it's not bad at all.
"By the way, here's another one." Old Xingtou suddenly appeared, holding an envelope in his hand, "He sent it over a few days ago. I read the letter, but forgot to put the photo in it..."
When he was talking, he accidentally let go of his hand, and a piece of paper flew out of the envelope, fluttering in the air like a butterfly.Zhong Cuo stretched out his hand subconsciously, stopped it, and held it in front of his eyes.
At the bottom of the photo was a tacky colorful LOGO, which looked familiar. Zhong Cuo was taken aback before he remembered that it was the logo of the playground they often went to.
When summer is approaching, the most popular item in the amusement park is torrenting. At the end, there will be staff taking photos for tourists... The brain faithfully explained the source of the photos, but he has no time to receive them.
In that picture, he saw himself.
At that time, he was about the same age as he is now. In the lower left corner of the photo, he was sitting on a bench, his clothes were soaked, and he was raising his head impatiently, looking in a certain direction, with his lips parted slightly, as if Complaining about something.
Where he was looking, Zhang Fei was leaning against a tree.His clothes were also soaked, his glasses were taken off, and the smile on his face was so brilliant that it made his chest ache.
Zhang Fei stared at him seriously.
"I said you look familiar, and now I remember where I saw it," came the voice of the old Xingtou who suddenly realized, "It turned out to be here—the photos sent by Xiaofei rarely show him with other people. Together, I’m still wondering.”
Zhong Cuo slowly squeezed the photo in his hand, his eyes locked on Zhang Fei's face in the photo, watching the smile, clenching his teeth tightly, locking all weak voices inside.
It's just that he could lock the voice, but he couldn't lock the inescapable longing from his heart.
Tan leaned against the door, quietly watching the ghost king over there.
He was born of evil emotions, not only the so-called evil thoughts, but also human emotions can't be hidden from his sensitive nose - this is also the reason why he can accurately predict who wants to attack him before.
But Zhongcuo is an exception, he is the king of ghosts, his unique bloodline and habitual self-repression make his emotions extremely difficult to read, and even greed finds it tricky.
But now, everything is different.
He didn't need to probe specifically, he could smell the intense sadness and pain emanating from Zhong Cuo's body.
And there are some other things mixed in there, faint but impossible to ignore, like a tiny seed gradually protruding its head, tenaciously trying to prove its existence...
Greedy sighed in his heart, he raised his head and pressed his chest, with rare dissatisfaction in his eyes.
What the hell are you thinking?Make people like this.If it's just for fun, it's a bit too much.
Are you really not afraid that that guy will fight for you after he comes back?Or do you just like to see your juniors suffer so much?
Answer me, Ghost King Kongse.
Old Xingtou is a ceremonial official, and he has studied under a ceremonial official since he was a child.The theory of sending ghosts is attached to outsiders, he doesn't have any special skills, but he is slick and good at communication, and can coax even the most picky guests into submission.
"It's not easy to work in our business," Old Xingtou said seriously. "Look at me, don't I look like a real Taoist priest? That is to say, if real guests come to my door, I have to let them stand there for 10 minutes before going over. Open your mouth—don't say it, those people, the longer you wait, the happier you will be, and the more you think I'm capable!"
The old etiquette officer looked smug...
Zhong Cuo was speechless, and the old Xingtou laughed: "Actually, I have learned this in recent years. Not only is it a Taoist priest, I can also pretend to be a monk——"
As soon as he said he was pretending, he raised his hand to wipe it, and his bun was easily pulled off by him, revealing his oily and smooth head.The hand then touched the face, and the three long beards were taken off.Then he turned his body around, and he took off the wide Taoist robe and shook it back and forth. When he put it on again, it was already a cassock!
"Amitabha——" Lao Xing put his palms together, and his brows and eyes seemed to be filled with the solemn compassion of Baoxiang.
"Praise!" Tan clapped vigorously, Zhong Cuo supported his head, and was speechless for a while.
Old Xingtou pretending to be a Taoist priest and a monk is actually forced to do nothing. These days, the business of ritual officials is getting less and less. He has no choice but to open this paper shop to subsidize. Wuyu, it's a pity that he has no wife and no children, and he lives alone in such a big house, which always makes people feel a little lonely.
According to Aunt Hua, Lao Xingtou was also a suave character back then, but unfortunately he encountered a clichéd storyline. The person he loves does not love him, but likes his brother.Later, his brother died early, and Lao Xingtou never remarried, and has been taking care of his brother's widow and her children.
It's a little embarrassing to mention this matter, but Lao Xingtou is calm.Putting the headgear back on (the beard is no longer sticky), he happily took out a painting and showed it to the two of them: "Isn't it pretty?"
The person in the painting is a woman in a gorgeous dress. The painter has excellent skills and vividly depicts the complicated patterns on the clothes. The woman seems to be dancing. She raises her hand slightly to cover most of her face, revealing only her watery eyes, but they are still touching.
"This is his grandma." Looking at the person in the painting, Lao Xingtou seemed to recall the past, "His grandma's Nuo dance is also very famous, and it dances so beautifully like a fairy... Alas, this dance is passed down from daughter to daughter. Son, in this generation, it is considered to have broken the roots."
The so-called Nuo dance is a dance of sacrifice, which is of great significance in expelling ghosts and rewarding gods, but it is a pity that it has gradually been lost in modern times.The old man chatted a few words about how Zhang Fei's grandmother won the heart of the smartest scholar in the town with a dance, and the topic gradually turned to Zhang Fei.
Mentioning Zhang Fei, Old Xingtou smiled very warmly: "This child is very affectionate. He lived with his grandma when he was young, and I took him with him. After his grandma left, he didn't forget about it when he went to the city. My old man, come back to see me every year."
Old Xingtou pointed to the room, most of the things in his room had a sense of old age, but there were also some things that were new and eye-catching.One of the clocks is wrong, and it looks familiar. It seems to be a massage chair for the elderly that was popularly advertised years ago. It is said that it is specially designed for the elderly. "Speaking is better than singing."
"Every year, Xiaofei will come back to visit me and spend the New Year with me, an old man. This year he has something to do and can't come back, and he specially asked someone to help me bring such a big guy back—is it worth it, a man who is half buried in the dirt It's..." Old Xingtou's voice gradually dropped.
Zhong Cuo pursed his lips and remained silent. He looked away, and tried hard to press back the memories about Zhang Fei that had emerged to his heart.
He didn't have time to immerse himself in it...
It's a pity that old Xingtou couldn't read his mind, rubbed the massage chair a few times, he seemed to remember something, opened the drawer and found a thick photo album.
"This is Xiaofei's, do you want to read it?"
Zhong Cuo stared at the vulgar red cover of the photo album, and there was a battle between heaven and man in his mind.Just at this moment, he casually swayed to the front, and pressed him on the shoulder. The strength was not strong, but it was enough to make the hesitant him come to the photo album.
The first few photos look very old, and they are five or six-year-old Xiao Zhang Fei—even when he was young, he looked innocent and cute, with a round face and bright eyes, and he smiled carelessly lung.
Turning over a few pages, the little dolls in the photos have grown up, and one photo is particularly conspicuous: against the dark and pale background, Zhang Fei is kneeling on the ground, looking at the coffin not far away, with tears all over his face.
The tears made Zhong Cuo's heart tense, and he quickly turned the page.
"His grandma... probably went there not long after he was in junior high school. Xiao Fei was very sad. At that time, his father asked him to go to the city, but he didn't go... It's better to wait until high school has nothing to do before going. Yes. When he went to high school, he didn’t forget to send me photos often, he’s such a good boy.”
Accompanied by Lao Xingtou's low voice, Zhong Cuo turned the album to the back.
At this time, Zhang Fei in the photo already had the shadow of him now. He clasped his hands, raised his chin slightly, and looked a little lazy and a little arrogant, as if he didn't bother to leave his image at this time.There were shadows of other people in the corner of the photo, but no one was qualified to stand alongside him. Without exception, those people were all staring at Zhang Fei with strong admiration in their eyes.
The following photos were similar, the people inside became more and more aloof, there were no other people in the photos, and he didn't seem to need anyone.In order to take pictures, he tried his best to restrain his aura of rejecting people thousands of miles away, but the strong feeling was still printed on the photos.
Shaking Bancheng... Is that what it looks like?
Turning over this page, Zhang Fei on the next page is completely turned upside down from the previous page——
The sharp aura subsided, and a pair of ordinary glasses appeared on his face. The corner of the mouth of the person in the photo was slightly bent, holding the admission notice in his hand, and behind him was the glittering golden signboard of Linshan University.
This is Zhang Fei in his impression.
The next few photos are of Zhang Fei’s college life. He doesn’t seem to like to take group photos. Except for a graduation photo in a bachelor’s suit, there are a bunch of blurred shadows, and the rest are all of him alone—he is walking in the shade of the university. On the road, he smiled and compared V in the dormitory. He stood on the top of a mountain overlooking the wind... Vivid and vivid, but still as before, leaving an invisible distance from people.
On the first photo on the last page of the photo album, Zhang Fei is standing in front of Chonghua High School with a work permit hanging around his neck.
Under each photo is the date recorded by the old Xingtou. The last one was sent in May of last year. Zhang Fei traveled somewhere, smiling as brightly as flowers in a sea of flowers.
Almost, a whole life.
Closing the album, Zhong Cuo sighed silently.Originally, he just wanted to know Zhang Fei's birthday, but inadvertently learned more through this photo album... It feels a bit weird, but it's not bad at all.
"By the way, here's another one." Old Xingtou suddenly appeared, holding an envelope in his hand, "He sent it over a few days ago. I read the letter, but forgot to put the photo in it..."
When he was talking, he accidentally let go of his hand, and a piece of paper flew out of the envelope, fluttering in the air like a butterfly.Zhong Cuo stretched out his hand subconsciously, stopped it, and held it in front of his eyes.
At the bottom of the photo was a tacky colorful LOGO, which looked familiar. Zhong Cuo was taken aback before he remembered that it was the logo of the playground they often went to.
When summer is approaching, the most popular item in the amusement park is torrenting. At the end, there will be staff taking photos for tourists... The brain faithfully explained the source of the photos, but he has no time to receive them.
In that picture, he saw himself.
At that time, he was about the same age as he is now. In the lower left corner of the photo, he was sitting on a bench, his clothes were soaked, and he was raising his head impatiently, looking in a certain direction, with his lips parted slightly, as if Complaining about something.
Where he was looking, Zhang Fei was leaning against a tree.His clothes were also soaked, his glasses were taken off, and the smile on his face was so brilliant that it made his chest ache.
Zhang Fei stared at him seriously.
"I said you look familiar, and now I remember where I saw it," came the voice of the old Xingtou who suddenly realized, "It turned out to be here—the photos sent by Xiaofei rarely show him with other people. Together, I’m still wondering.”
Zhong Cuo slowly squeezed the photo in his hand, his eyes locked on Zhang Fei's face in the photo, watching the smile, clenching his teeth tightly, locking all weak voices inside.
It's just that he could lock the voice, but he couldn't lock the inescapable longing from his heart.
Tan leaned against the door, quietly watching the ghost king over there.
He was born of evil emotions, not only the so-called evil thoughts, but also human emotions can't be hidden from his sensitive nose - this is also the reason why he can accurately predict who wants to attack him before.
But Zhongcuo is an exception, he is the king of ghosts, his unique bloodline and habitual self-repression make his emotions extremely difficult to read, and even greed finds it tricky.
But now, everything is different.
He didn't need to probe specifically, he could smell the intense sadness and pain emanating from Zhong Cuo's body.
And there are some other things mixed in there, faint but impossible to ignore, like a tiny seed gradually protruding its head, tenaciously trying to prove its existence...
Greedy sighed in his heart, he raised his head and pressed his chest, with rare dissatisfaction in his eyes.
What the hell are you thinking?Make people like this.If it's just for fun, it's a bit too much.
Are you really not afraid that that guy will fight for you after he comes back?Or do you just like to see your juniors suffer so much?
Answer me, Ghost King Kongse.
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