My tablet has become the palm of the antique tycoon

Sure enough, the next evening, as soon as the clerk left, Ming Yi ran to the front desk, picked up the landline and called Cao Xuanhe.

At this moment, Cao Xuanhe was having dinner, and when he saw that the caller was Wan Baozhai, he heaved a long sigh, and for some unknown reason, he picked up the call again.

"Hey, Boss Cao!"

"Ah."

"What are you busy with today?"

"Have a meal."

"What are you eating?"

"... porridge."

"Why is it so light? I thought it would be a hearty meal."

"You don't want to lose weight, do you?"

"Don't do it, you are not in good health and need more nutrition."

"You can eat at ease, no one will dislike you for being fat, and you don't have to worry that no one wants it... Bah, no one wants it."

Cao Xuanhe didn't bother to pay attention to him, turned on the phone and placed the speaker next to him, and listened to his nagging while eating.

Seeing that the other party didn't hang up the phone, Ming Yi chatted with him happily.

Although the other party didn't necessarily answer, he also chatted unilaterally for half an hour until Cao Xuanhe took the initiative to end the call.

On the second day, the third day, and the fourth day, Ming Yi called every day like clocking in at work. No matter whether Cao Xuanhe ignored him or not, he could bring up many topics.

Cao Zhong couldn't bear to hear it, and complained to Sister Juan: "How can this brat be so noisy, talking about everything."

Sister Juan covered her lips and smiled lightly when she heard the words: "Ming Yi has a very carefree personality, besides, the master can bear it, so what are you complaining about?"

"I'm arguing for the master, how upset I have to be harassed by this little devil every day,"

"You, what an elm bump. If the master really felt impatient, he would have stopped answering his calls. Now that he calls tomorrow, the master will answer. In fact, he has tacitly agreed to be disturbed by him."

Cao Zhong was speechless, so he snorted coldly at the screen, turned around and hid in the celadon vase.

In fact, Ming Yi was not always able to call Cao Xuanhe, and the other party would hang up after half an hour at most.

For the rest of the night, Ming Yi would run out and wander the streets, looking for evil spirits everywhere.

Speaking of which, Ming Yi felt that he might have been deceived by that ghost messenger. It had been more than half a month, and he hadn't even seen the shadow of the evil ghost.

At most, he met a few domineering little ghosts by chance, and was beaten into an ostrich by him, so he didn't dare to be arrogant anymore. .

But there is also a big event, the Spring Festival is here.

As a Chinese, the Spring Festival and the reunion at home are something engraved in our bones.

Although Ming Yi has passed away for many years, he still looks forward to the New Year, because his parents will give him a lot of lucky money during the New Year, and he can also go to his grandfather's Town God's Temple to eat offerings such as sacrificial food, sacrificial fruit, and incense sticks.

On the 28th of the twelfth lunar month, all the shops in the alley are closed for rest.

Ming's father and Ming's mother sent a message urging Ming to go back to the cemetery, saying that the eldest brother and second brother had returned, and asked where he was?

Ming Yi thought it would be fine to stay in the store, so he went back, trying to find a pocket money for next year from his parents, grandfather, eldest brother, and second brother.

It's a pity that the situation is not good. Ming's mother said that he made a big mistake this year and canceled the New Year's gift money, and also told his grandfather, eldest brother, and second brother not to give it.

This can be regarded as the most unhappy Spring Festival I have ever had.

When people are depressed, they like to drink alcohol to relieve their worries, and ghosts are the same.

Ming Yi drank more than half a catty of white wine at the dinner table that night, yelling that if he didn't give the New Year's money, he would drink all the wine provided by his grandfather.

As a result, he was drunk and passed out, and was thrown back into the urn by his elder brother and his elder brother.

Twelfth lunar month 29, evening.

Cao Xuanhe sat at the dining table and ate alone as usual, but while eating, he always felt that something was wrong, until he saw the silent mobile phone.

Today, Ming Yi did not call as usual.

He unlocked it, glanced at the incoming call reminder, and stayed on the vibration as usual.

Is the other party busy today?

Cao Xuanhe withdrew his thoughts, opened the music software, and clicked on a song to play.

The soothing and soft music played, and he turned it off after playing for less than a minute.

The reason is; too noisy.

After eating, Cao Xuanhe went to the study to read as usual, and at nine o'clock he would go to the bedroom to wash and go to bed. He thought he hadn't been affected in any way.

On New Year's Eve, the streets are bustling with excitement, and classic songs such as Good Luck, Unforgettable Tonight, etc. are played everywhere.

Sister Juan's little ghosts were playing backgammon by the counter in the store, and they were very surprised to see Cao Xuanhe coming over early in the morning.

In previous years, Cao Xuanhe would come here with rich meals and tributes after dark, but this year it seems that he came a little early.

Cao Xuanhe ignored their surprise, stepped in, and looked around in a seemingly unintentional manner.

"Is the master looking for Ming Yi?" Sister Juan was careful, noticed his gaze, and took the initiative to explain: "He said he would go home yesterday, but he hasn't come back yet."

Cao Xuanhe didn't respond, and walked inside with a bag of things.

Inside the bag were offerings such as paper shrouds, gold leaf paper, and incense sticks that he had prepared early in the morning.

Every year, Cao Xuanhe would burn new clothes and gold ingots for the little devils in the shop, and let them keep it for themselves.

I usually have nothing to do at night, and when I want to go out for a walk, I won't be short of money.

Cao Xuanhe sat down by the window, opened the curtains, took out the gold foil paper in the bag, and started folding ingots.

Qinglin cemetery, when Mingyi woke up, it was dark outside, he had a splitting headache, he was so dizzy that he didn't know what year and month it was, and only when he picked up his phone did he realize that it was the night of the New Year's Eve.

"I go!"

He was actually drunk for a day and two nights, and it was over, and his wife hadn't called yet.

He hurriedly floated out of the cemetery and headed towards the alley in the south of the city.

When Ming Yi arrived at the alley, it was already eight o'clock in the evening. When he reached the entrance of Wanbaozhai, he found that the lights in the shop were on.

"Hey, someone?"

Who will come over at this time?

Could it be a thief?

Probably not, Cao Zhong and Sister Juan were guarding the store, so the thief probably ran away without even touching the store door.

Ming Yi got into the store, followed the light around the screen, with a look of surprise on his face.

"Boss Cao!" He leaned forward and sat opposite him: "Why are you here?"

Cao Xuanhe looked up at him expressionlessly, and said coldly, "This is my shop."

It means that I can come and leave whenever I want, and you don’t need to worry about it.

"Uh, that's not what I meant." Ming Yi was baffled by being stunned, but he was not angry, and continued to befriend him: "I mean, don't you have a reunion dinner with your family on New Year's Eve today?"

Cao Xuanhe replied lightly: "No need."

"Oh." Ming Yi sat back on the chair honestly, and secretly looked at Cao Xuanhe's expression.

He didn't know if it was an illusion, but he felt that Cao Xuanhe seemed to be angry today.

But thinking back to before, Cao Xuanhe seemed to have always been ignorant and alienated towards him.

Besides, I have behaved very well recently, and I didn't do anything to make him angry.

Thinking this way, Ming Yi turned his attention away from Cao Xuanhe, and suddenly saw a large pile of gold ingots piled up on the ground in the corner.

I go, a lot of money!

Ming Yi excitedly said: "Boss Cao, what are you doing with so many gold ingots?"

Cao Xuanhe: "Burn."

Ming Yi: "Are you going to burn it to Cao Zhong, Sister Juan?"

Cao Xuanhe: "Yes."

Ming Yi asked: "Does that have my share?"

Cao Xuanhe caught a glimpse of the other party looking at him expectantly, pretending not to see it, and said coldly: "No."

"Ah...." Ming Yi was a little disappointed: "Alright then."

He also knows that although he stays here all day, he doesn't belong to the kid in the store after all.

It's normal not to have his share of New Year's gifts.

Seeing his disappointment, Cao Xuanhe was in a good mood, opened the window, placed an iron basin on the ground, lit the yellow paper, took out two paper shrouds from the bag and threw them into the fire.

The paper shrouds burned extremely fast, and Cao Xuanhe threw them into them in an orderly manner. After throwing away dozens of paper shrouds of different styles, he began to throw gold ingots into them again.

The little ghosts were all very happy, one by one, they came out of the bottles and jars, chatting in low voices, their tone could not hide their excitement.

Ming Yi propped his head with one hand, stared at the constantly beating flames in the brazier, and sighed softly.

No matter how beautiful the clothes are, no matter how many gold ingots, what's the use? Anyway, he doesn't have his share.

Soon, the flames devoured the last gold ingot and slowly extinguished.

Covering his lips, Cao Xuanhe stood up coughing lightly, and said, "Sister Juan, Cao Zhong, you two are responsible for dividing the things."

"it is good."

It can be seen that this is not the first time the two little ghosts have done this kind of thing, and their movements are skilled and fast.

Those little ghosts happily received their things one by one, and a few female ghosts simply ran to the backyard to show off their new clothes to each other.

The more Ming Yi watched, the more he felt uncomfortable, so he simply lay down on the table and pretended to be dead.

Parents don't give lucky money at home, and daughter-in-law doesn't give new clothes in the store. This Spring Festival is really bad.

"Clap."

The sound of a lighter.

Ming Yi knew that no matter what was lit, he would have no part in it, so he didn't even bother to lift his eyelids.

A sweet smell floated into the tip of his nose, and he couldn't help but take two deep breaths.

"Come over for dinner."

Cao Xuanhe's slightly hoarse and deep voice sounded.

Those little ghosts leaned over to suck hard one by one, each with a satisfied expression.

Ming Yi opened his eyes, sat up straight and looked over, and saw a bunch of shin-thick incense sticks stuck in the iron basin where clothes and gold ingots were burnt just now, and the sweet smell wafted from there.

Little ghosts don't eat yang food, but rely on incense to satisfy their hunger.

I don't know what this incense is made of, and it tastes different from the ones he has tasted before.

If you compare the previous incense to the staple food you often eat, this incense is simply a delicacy from mountains and seas.

Ming Yi couldn't help swallowing, and secretly glanced at Cao Xuanhe, seeing him sitting on a chair, watching the little devils eating incense with a gentle face, completely forgetting himself.

Finally, a burst of anger welled up in his heart, and he thought angrily, if you don't eat, you don't eat, who cares!

He will never come to this shabby store again, nor call him, and don't earn money to buy him gifts...

The more Ming Yi thought about it, the more aggrieved he became, and he couldn't help but blushed.

He thought that Gao Leng's daughter-in-law would be difficult to chase, and he has always treated Cao Xuanhe with the utmost patience.

But he was too much, anyway, the two of them also talked on the phone for half a month, which was more or less a friendship.

As a result, Cao Xuanhe treated him so coldly as if he didn't know him.

Ming Yi bit his lip, held back his tears and walked out.

As he was about to walk out of the store, someone grabbed him by the back collar.

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Cao Xuanhe: Another day of regret.