Ghosts and gods do not enter the door

The noodles were ready soon, and Ding Mu was afraid of being hot, so he said to Guan Yi: "Wait for me, I'll ask for two bowls."

He got up and walked towards the kitchen of the noodle shop, just as he was about to go back with two bowls, he caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of his eye.

It was a painting pasted on the door of the kitchen. It depicted a dragon with a black body, coiled on a stone pillar, with two chains hanging from its collarbone, and only one horn on the huge dragon head. The other broken horn is overflowing with golden light, its eyes are closed tightly, and its huge mouth is slightly opened, making it look vivid and lifelike.

He is very familiar with this dragon.

It was exactly the same as the carving on the amulet that was hanging around his neck.

It's the prisoner dragon.

He sat back to his original position calmly, put the bowl away, pointed to the painting behind him, and whispered, "The painting on that painting is a black dragon."

After hearing this, Guan Yi had a look of surprise in his eyes, and nodded his head to show that he understood.

When they both finished eating noodles, Ding Mu got up to pay the bill, and Guan Yi stood at the door waiting for him.

The boss is standing by the pot and stirring the soup with a spoon.

Guan Yi took out a pack of cigarettes, handed him one, and lit it for him.

"How many years has the eldest brother opened the shop here?" Guan Yi chatted naturally with a cigarette in his mouth.

Smoke is an opener.

The elder brother took the cigarette, moved a few steps away from the pot, pinched the end and took a sip, with a satisfied smile on his face, he also had a good impression of Guan Yi, and replied: "There are three It's been five years, and I came with my lover."

He glanced in.

Ding Mu was asking the proprietress something, and pointed to the dragon on the wall, as if he was asking about the painting.

"Your brother?" the boss asked tentatively.

"Well, yes." Guan Yi nodded, "Children who study art, like that."

"Hey, no wonder, it looks like a high-achieving student." The boss nodded and took another sip with a satisfied expression.

"But that painting is really beautiful. Even I, who have never studied before, think that it is so grand." Guan Yi also took a breath, and slowly brought the topic to that painting, "The painter is very skilled, so A good painting costs a lot of money, right?"

"Hey, it didn't cost much. This dragon was invited by my lover from the mountain, and it was painted by an expert. It is said that the merit of an expert has been transformed into it." The boss waved his hand, "Actually, I think it's all a lie. , but my wife didn’t listen, and it annoyed her after talking about it, I don’t think this painting looks very comfortable, so she posted it here instead of letting her put it at home.”

"Indeed." Guan Yi nodded, "That dragon made me shudder. It was okay at first glance, but the more I look at it, the more I feel jittery."

The boss looked excited as if he had met a bosom friend, and said, "Really! I also think that painting is uncomfortable to look at. Let me tell you, this painting is quite evil."

"How do you say that?" Guan Yi showed curiosity, as if he was just interested in the painting.

The boss turned his head and looked into the room, seeing that the proprietress was still talking to the young man, and she didn't intend to go this way, so he felt relieved and said, "You don't know, my son, he was in poor health before, I often have a fever, and sometimes the fever makes the child talk nonsense. When I don’t have a fever, there are also minor illnesses, which make us both worry about hair loss. I thought it was because of poor resistance, but my wife didn’t think so. She I think it’s because the child is being entangled in something, and I have to ask the Great God to see it.”

"Just because of what? I'll tell you, and you won't believe it. It's because when my son had a fever, he was in a daze. He said that there was a man in white clothes in his room who stood by the bed with black flowers every day. "The boss took a puff of cigarette, looking a bit vicissitudes, "The child is only so old, he can't tell what is fake and what is real. My wife was so scared that she prayed to God and worshiped him. It was useless. Finally, I found that temple and invited this painting, and by coincidence, my son recovered from his illness."

"Isn't that good?" Guan Yi questioned, "Why is it wrong?"

"No, let me tell you, this painting was originally placed in our living room. After we hung this painting, my son's illness was cured, but my wife and I began to get sick. I have several times I also had hallucinations, thinking that I saw the dragon open its eyes, and then I took another look, and it was gone." The boss continued, "Actually, this is all a coincidence, but I still feel that the dragon looks uncomfortable, so I let her throw it away." She didn't want to, so we had a fight, and I was so angry that when I crossed the road, I saw a black dragon rushing towards me. I was shocked, and I didn't know until I heard someone scold me. , I nearly slipped under the wheel as soon as I retreated! You said that the evil door is not evil?"

Guan Yi nodded in agreement.

Indeed, no matter how much you don't believe in these weird people, once you encounter such things too often, you will feel a little nervous.

"So, I didn't ask her to throw it away. I asked her to put it in another place. Slowly, we both got better." The boss breathed out the cigarette from his nose and sighed.

"Brother, shall we go?" Ding Mu came out at this time.

"Okay." Guan Yi greeted the boss and left.

The author says:

No, no, I want a starfish, I want a starfish, huh...