After joining Hades

The four chatted for a while before Wen Bai came out from school.

On the way back to the apartment, thinking about what Zhou Wei said, the left and right still felt a little strange, so they tentatively called Lu Zheng——Wen Bai also found out that his antique boss could use a mobile phone when he got out of the car, and he was too old. Show mercy and give him the number.

The moment he made the call, Wen Bai regretted it.

At night, it doesn't seem very appropriate.

He was prepared that Lu Zheng would not answer the phone, and planned to hang up after the bell rang twice politely.

But who knows, the phone went through.

Wen Bai: "..."

The person concerned is now regretting, very regretful.

"Speak." Lu Zheng seemed to know who was on the other end of the phone, and his tone was very calm.

Fortunately, the boss was not angry, and Wen Bai breathed a sigh of relief.

He only said a few words, and Lu Zheng gave the answer.

"Ash?" Wen Bai asked.

Lu Zheng: "Well, ordinary incense ash just adds some merit."

Wen Bai doesn't know how these merits are calculated, but since ancient times, folk incense, petitions, and vows have all required some effort.

Since it is related to merit, it should be quite rare.

Wen Bai thought so, and asked casually: "Is it hard to ask?"

Lu Zheng on the other end paused, and asked instead: "Did he tell you that?"

Wen Bai: "That's right."

Strictly speaking, Zhou Wei guessed it himself.

Lu Zheng said calmly: "City God's Temple is all here."

"Just grab a handful from the altar."

Wen Bai: "..."

Although he didn't know what the offering altar was, he could tell from Lu Zheng's tone of voice and the phrase "Town God's Temple is all" that "merit ashes" were definitely not as hard to find as Zhou Wei imagined.

"But Ah Wei said his grandfather's eyes were red when he came back?" He was still covered in ashes.

For Zhou Wei to take the initiative to say such things as inheriting the coffin shop, Wen Bai felt that Grandpa Zhou should look really miserable.

Unexpectedly, Lu Zheng's voice became even weaker.

"After sleeping all day, everyone's eyes are red."

Wen Bai: "...Slept all day?"

Wen Bai almost couldn't turn around: "Are you at home?"

Lu Zheng: "The backyard, the temple."

Wen Bai suddenly remembered: "The wall?"

Lu Zheng: "Yes."

At that time, he felt that there was something wrong with the house.

He and Lu Zheng walked around half a circle before turning to the main entrance, but they didn't pass through the courtyard.

Although it is also very spacious, it always feels a little small.

It turned out to be separated by the wall in the backyard.

Who would have thought that the Town God's Temple and the coffin shop were opened by the same person, and there was only a wall separating them.

"Would anyone really want to go to the Town God's Temple in that kind of place?" Wen Bai asked doubtfully.

Thinking about it from the perspective of modern people, those who go to the incense burning ceremony of the Town God's Temple believe in ghosts and gods to some extent. For peace of mind, there is a coffin shop behind, even if it is separated by a wall, it is not very auspicious.

Lu Zheng heard the words, but said: "Where do you think all the candies he ate when he was young?"

sugar?not those...

Wen Bai didn't speak for a long time.

That’s right, Ah Wei said that when he was young, the children in the village didn’t like to play with him, but some elderly grandparents liked him very much.

On the way back before, Lu Zheng also mentioned that when the Temple of the City God was at its peak, Yang Jian would hire someone to manage it, and the City God would stay in the statue and fulfill his wish. Later, when it declined day by day, he used his identity as Yang Jian to take care of himself.

For example, Grandpa Zhou Wei, in Yangjian, is the coffin shop craftsman in front of him.

The younger generation in Zhuangxing Village may not recognize it, but the older ones, anyone who has been to the Town God's Temple, should know that the grandfather of the Zhou family is taking care of it.

Even though he didn't know that he was the City God, he could still be regarded as someone close to the City God.

Wen Bai was a little dumbfounded.

"So Grandpa Zhou has been sleeping since we got there?"

"Ah."

In other words, his grandfather just slept in his own temple. After waking up, he grabbed a handful of ashes from the jar that could have been caught a week ago, stuck his grandson's head, and then put People rushed out.

Wen Bai paused, turned his head, and glanced up.

Zhou Weizheng was standing on the balcony of the dormitory watching him leave, and when he saw him turning his head, he waved with a blissful expression on his face.

Wen Bai: "..."

Lu Zheng on the other end didn't hear Wen Bai's reply for a long time, so he called out Wen Bai's name.

"Huh?" Wen Bai hurriedly recovered, and remembered another thing, "So that day you asked how long the errand had been here, and it was because of this?"

Yin Shi and Chenghuang have different responsibilities, but the areas under their jurisdiction overlap, logically speaking, there should be some overlap.

But the errand obviously didn't know about Chenghuang that day, he must have just taken office and hadn't had time to understand.

Knowing that Wen Bai was careful, Lu Zheng wasn't surprised: "Yes."

That's true, Wen Bai added in his heart.

The matter has been resolved, he glanced at the time, 22:58, two minutes away is 11 o'clock.

It's getting late, I've finished all I wanted to ask, and I have nothing to talk to the boss, so Wen Bai said, "Thank you boss, you've worked hard, go to bed early."

As soon as the words fell, Wen Bai paused.

... These words sounded a little dry.

It's like treating him as a tool man.

If you send a WeChat message, you can add a smile that fits the boss's age and temperament "Do you think I'm smiling?" at the end, but obviously not now.

Wen Bai thought for a long time, and finally added a common language that couldn't be faulted: "Good night."

That should work, right?

There was a long silence in response to him.

It took so long for Wen Bai to suspect that Lu Zheng forgot to hang up the phone, that there was a busy tone coming from the screen.

Wen Bai: "..."

What Wen Bai didn't know was that Lu Zheng on the other end was looking at the phone, frowning.

What did he say goodnight to me for?

--

After more than ten days of rain, the weather finally cleared up, and the graduation ceremony, which had been delayed for half a month, was finally held at the end of June.

The school has been bustling for a long time, and the blackness is full of graduates wearing bachelor's uniforms.

As soon as Wen Baizhi appeared, the School of Economics and Management immediately became lively.

"Baibai, come here quickly, let me touch it! Breathe in the European spirit!" A few girls who had a good relationship with Wen Bai on weekdays still held flowers in their hands, and began to tease him.

On the day of the lottery on Weibo, not to mention all the netizens, even the group of the School of Economics and Management, they didn't stop all night.

To be honest, even if they were replaced by someone from Nantah University, they might hesitate for a while, thinking that there might be something tricky in it.

But this person is Wen Bai.

First, it's not necessary, he doesn't have to worry about work at all, let alone he still has unfinished projects.

Second, with Wen Bai's temperament, he will not be able to do things like joint company hype and gimmicks for 800 years.

"Xiaobai, are you going to find a job in another industry?" The person next to him gave him a seat and asked by the way.

Wen Bai walked across the crowd and smiled: "Yes."

"Before we all thought that you would end up in some securities, investment banking or banking, but who knew you would go to a new company."

Wen Bai thought for a moment: "Almost."

A group of people gathered around: "Almost?"

Wen Bai: "Yes."

If "Heaven and Earth Bank" counts.

"Are you saying that what you are doing now is also some asset management work that is related to your profession?"

"Forget it."

Not long ago, he had just learned how to fold ingots from Yin Cha.

"I just said," several people suddenly realized, "if you hire an assistant and personal financial planner, this annual salary is also worth it."

It was a rare gathering, the topic was the same, and everyone chatted quickly.

By the time the ceremony ended, it was almost noon.

Before leaving the table, Fang Leming shouted first: "Let's go, let's eat the last meal in the cafeteria at noon today, and let's go to the food stall tonight."

"Row!"

"Success! I'll go back and put something away, and I'll see you in No. 1 cafeteria later."

……

There was a lot of commotion, but Wen Bai was standing at the aisle of the stands on the second floor, not knowing what he was looking at.

Zhou Wei walked over and patted Wen Bai on the shoulder: "What are you looking at, I went to the cafeteria to eat."

Wen Bai retracted his gaze: "Is the humanities next door to us?"

Zhou Wei looked out on tiptoe: "I don't know if it's next door, but our management and humanities venues are here, and I saw the flag of the humanities in the morning."

Confirmed, Wen Bai turned back.

Zhou Wei was stunned for a while: "Hey, Xiaobai, where are you going? This way is the cafeteria!"

"I'll go to Humanities," Wen Bai turned around and said, "You go first, I'll come later."

Zhou Wei didn't know what Wen Bai was going to do in Humanities, but naturally he had his reasons, so he replied: "Okay, then hurry up."

A few days ago, rushing towards the conclusion of the project and the matter of Zhuangxing Village, Wen Bai almost forgot that he still had a seal in his hand.

I did go a few times, but the professors of history were often absent, so I missed a few times.

It just so happened that this graduation ceremony was held together.

It was only when he heard the professor's voice through the microphone that Wen Bai remembered it again.

Coincidentally, Humanities had just left, and there were so many people, Wen Bai waited for a long time before walking in through the back door.

Just two steps out, I saw a familiar figure.

"Wu Yue?" Seeing his hurried appearance, Wen Bai called to stop him.

Wen Bai, a student in the finance department, met the professor of the history department not because of anything else, but because his direct professor Wu Simin and history professor Li Xian used to be classmates, and Professor Wu's grandson was in the exam When I was in Nancheng University, I resolutely voted for the history major, and I happened to be under Professor Li's school. Until now, the professor still chanted a few words from time to time.

This "grandson" is Wu Yue.

"Xiaobai!" Seeing Wen Bai, Wu Yue's voice brightened a few degrees, "Why are you here?"

"I haven't seen you for almost a month, how is the new company?"

No matter who it is, they have to mention the new company when they meet, Wen Bai is almost used to it: "It's okay."

Wu Yue happily chatted for a few more words, and continued: "My grandfather is not here. If he is not in your management, he should go back to the dormitory. Shall I make a call?"

Wen Bai shook his head: "No, I'm looking for Professor Li."

Wu Yue hesitated for a moment before saying, "What's the matter?"

Wen Bai felt that Wu Yue's expression was a little strange, so he explained a few times vaguely: "A few days ago, I saw an old thing with a payment on it, so I wanted to ask Professor Li."

If it was the same as usual, Wu Yue would have grabbed Wen Bai and asked questions, but today he was uncharacteristically, and only responded twice hastily.

"What's wrong?" Wen Bai felt that something was wrong.

Wu Yue has a temperament that can't hide his words. After struggling for a long time, the person who came was very gentle. As soon as he gritted his teeth, he dragged him to the corner.

After confirming that no one was around, Wu Yue said: "You must not tell others about what I said."

Wen Bai nodded.

"Half a year ago, a collector asked someone to invite a teacher to appraise paintings."

After the general opened his mouth, Wu Yue paused, as if he didn't know how to speak.

"Is there a problem with the drawing?" Wen Bai guessed.

Wu Yue nodded, then shook his head again.

Wen Bai: "?"

Why are you nodding and shaking your head.

"Is the painting fake?" Wen Bai asked again.

Although Wen Bai said this, he didn't really believe it.

Professor Li has a deep influence in the industry. In addition to history, he is also insightful in archeology and cultural museums. He has seen hundreds of treasures, not to mention thousands, and rarely misses them.

But Wu Yue had the same reaction.

Nodded, shook his head again.

Wen Bai frowned.

Wu Yue took a deep breath.

Afraid of frightening Wen Bai, he said as tactfully as possible: "Xiao Bai, have you ever heard a sentence?"

"A work of art is the crystallization of the intellectual labor of the artist, which is precipitated and immovable."

Wen Bai: "??"

I have heard the first two sentences, what does the last sentence "immobile" mean?

Wen Bai asked, "Not moving...?"

"Well, if it doesn't move," Wu Yue said in a low voice, "if it moves...it's scary!"

Wen Bai: "???"

Wu Yue turned his back and pushed his head hard against the wall: "But it moved."

"The painting is moving."