My tablet has become the palm of the antique tycoon

In the early morning, Qiao Fan and another clerk were cleaning. They felt that someone had entered the store. Subconsciously, they turned around and saw that it was Cao Xuanhe. They were slightly surprised: "Boss, good morning."

Cao Xuanhe nodded and stepped directly behind the screen.

The clerk Qiaoqiao looked at the back of his boss, leaned close to Qiao Fan, and asked in a low voice, "Brother Qiao, what's the matter with our boss recently, he came to the store early in the morning, isn't he usually like this?"

Qiaoqiao is also one of the employees in the antique shop. He usually goes out to collect antiques. He hasn't come across any good things recently, so he just stays in the shop.

She has also been in the store for five or six years, and she is very aware of her boss's solitary character. She usually wants to see him, as if she is in heaven, and it is considered good if she can see him once or twice a month.

But in the last week, she actually saw her three times, how could she not be surprised!

Qiao Fan shook his head: "I don't know."

He also noticed the abnormality of his boss recently, but he didn't have the courage to step forward and ask, how could it be the turn of small employees like them to care about the boss's affairs.

In the lounge, there was no one there.

Only Si Ling and Sister Juan stood by the window, secretly looking out.

"Sister Juan, what do you think we should do?"

Now even the two little employees can see that something is wrong with the master.

Sister Juan sighed and said: "The front time is still good, why did they break up suddenly, could it be that the master drove Ming Yi away again?"

Si Ling shook his head: "I don't think so."

He roughly talked about Cao Xuanhe's recent distraction and throwing his tablet on the sofa at home, and finally concluded: "I think this time it looks like Ming Yi left his master."

Sister Juan was surprised: "Really, is that kid Ming Yi so promising?"

Si Ling looked at Sister Juan's smiling face, and asked in puzzlement, "Why do I think you're a little happy after hearing that Master was abandoned?"

Sister Juan covered her lips and smiled, "Have you ever seen our master being dumped by someone or a kid?"

Si Ling: "No."

Although their master has a weird personality, he is really outstanding in appearance. Both boys and girls have had thoughts about him, but in the end they couldn't bear his cold attitude, so they could only give up regretfully.

For so many years, the master has few friends, not to mention lovers, so how can he be dumped.

Sister Juan said: "Yeah, it's because I haven't done it before, so I feel strange. Last time, I saw that the master treated Ming Yi differently from us. Now it seems that there is indeed a problem. I just don't know what the master has done. Click It blew up Ming Yi's little firecracker."

Si Ling frowned, not quite understanding what was going on with Sister Juan's optimistic look.

Sister Juan glanced at him and said, "It's okay, just wait a little longer, we still don't know what's going on, and it's easy to be self-defeating if we help indiscriminately."

Si Ling: "But master..."

"Maybe the master is slowly opening up."

Si Ling: "..."

He suddenly wondered if Sister Juan had read too many books about love and love recently, and why she always looked like watching a good show from the sidelines.

Before he could think about it, a tall man suddenly entered the front hall and asked, "Qiao Fan, is your boss in?"

After finishing speaking, he didn't wait for the other party's answer at all, and walked directly behind the screen.

When Si Ling heard this familiar voice, his expression changed instantly, and he went straight back to the shelf.

Sister Juan turned around and saw that he was an acquaintance, she saluted him gently and dignifiedly, then turned and went back to Bogujia.

In the backyard, Cao Xuanhe was holding a book in his hand, and there was a pot of hot tea on the stone table, which was steaming.

It was already April at this time, the willows were sprouting branches and leaves, and the flowers and plants in the yard were also growing out, and the backyard was filled with a faint fragrance of flowers and plants.

He has been sitting here for quite a while, but he hasn't turned a single page of the book, resting his temple with one hand, staring at a certain place on the ground in a daze.

Not long ago, because he didn't take sides with him, a certain little ghost came to the backyard and sulked under the willow tree. He squatted on the ground and drew circles. The ground was filled with large and small circles, and he wrote the word Cao in the middle.

It is estimated that this circle is just a dirty word to scold him.

Thinking of this, the corners of Cao Xuanhe's lips twitched unconsciously.

"Cough cough."

A sudden light cough brought him back to his thoughts, Cao Xuanhe raised his eyelids, and saw a tall young man sitting on the window, with his hands folded around his chest, with a smile on his face, seeing Cao Xuanhe looking towards him, he jumped down. Look out the window.

"What beautiful things are you thinking about? You are smiling so happily."

The corners of Cao Xuanhe's lips were pressed down, and his tone returned to his usual indifference: "Why are you here?"

The man walked to the stone bench opposite him and sat down, put one hand on the stone table, and said with a smile: "I miss you, come and take a look."

Cao Xuanhe was already immune to his frivolous words, and chose to ignore them directly.

"Tell me, what did you think of just now?"

Yin Youran has known Cao Xuanhe for decades, and he knows the dead virtue of Cao Xuanhe best.

There are very few things that can make him laugh unconsciously when he thinks back.

"fine."

Yin Youran didn't believe it: "Are you...you have a sweetheart?"

"..."

Seeing his lips pursed and not answering, Yin Youran knew that he had guessed right.

He jumped up from the stone bench in astonishment: "I'll go, really!"

The Millennium Iron Tree will also bloom!

Cao Xuanhe rolled his eyes at him: "Leave if you have nothing to do."

"..." Yin Youran sat back on the stone bench and said, "At any rate, I came all the way here. You haven't had a sip of water yet, so you have the heart to drive me away?"

Cao Xuanhe didn't bother to talk to him.

Seeing this, Yin Youran was not angry, and still smiled and said, "All right, since you don't want to say it, then I won't force you. Si Ling, lend me two days."

Cao Xuanhe: "No borrowing."

Yin Youran clicked his tongue unhappily: "Why do you do this every time? Brothers are chasing after their wives. It's fine if you don't help. Why are you still dragging your feet?"

Cao Xuanhe: "He is not willing."

Yin Youran said unconvinced: "When I catch him, he will be willing."

Cao Xuanhe was too lazy to participate in their affairs, so he pointed to the window he jumped out of and said, "Ask yourself."

Hearing this, Yin Youran smiled brightly: "Okay."

After turning around and taking two steps, he turned back and said, "By the way, do you have any plans for Tomb-sweeping Day tomorrow?"

Cao Xuanhe's gaze fell on the page, and he asked, "What's the matter?"

Yin Youran: "Actually, it's nothing serious, I just want to invite you to watch at the cemetery at night."

Tomb-sweeping Day, the day of worshiping ancestors and sweeping graves, many living people will burn things for the dead.

At this time, those lonely souls and wild ghosts who have no one to sacrifice will take the opportunity to snatch it.

It stands to reason that they are living people and should not meddle in the affairs of the underworld.

But recently, both the underworld and the underworld in Qinglin City are in turmoil, because of the inexplicable appearance of evil spirits and the gathering of ghosts and gathering ghosts, many ghosts have died.

Now that the underworld is short of manpower, Yin Youran wants to send some people to watch the night.

Cao Xuanhe: "No."

"Oh fine."

Such a result had already been expected by Yin Youran, and he was just asking casually.

Yin Youran had long legs and fast feet, and he walked to the window in a few steps. Just as he was about to climb through the window, Cao Xuanhe's voice suddenly came from behind him: "What time?"

Yin Youran paused with his hand on the window: "What?"

Cao Xuanhe: "Watch the night."

Yin Youran was surprised: "Didn't you just say no?"

Cao Xuanhe pursed his lips and remained silent.

Yin Youran clicked his tongue twice, his eyes full of meaning, and finally dropped two words: "Nine o'clock in the evening, Dai Ze will go with you."

Cao Xuanhe mumbled.

He moved his eyes back to the book, but after staring at it for a long time, he didn't read a few words, obviously not thinking about it.

And Si Ling's low growl came from the next room: "Yin Youran, get out of here!"

Yin Youran didn't care and said: "Daughter-in-law, don't shout so loudly, be careful to delay your master's reading."

Si Ling: "..."

Yin Youran: "Okay, I won't kiss you anymore, tomorrow is Ching Ming Festival, I'll take you out for a walk."

Si Ling: "No."

Yin Youran: "Your master has agreed for you."

Cao Xuanhe: "..."

How could this person be so shameless, he was simply an upgraded version of Ming Yi.

Tomb-sweeping Day, nine o'clock in the evening:

A black car stopped at the gate of Qinglin Cemetery. Cao Xuanhe and Dai Ze got out of the car, glanced at the security room with the lights turned off, and walked directly to the gate of the cemetery.

For the two of them, the gate of the cemetery seemed to be empty. Dai Ze took out a thin wire from his pocket, and opened the lock in two or three efforts.

The two walked in.

Probably because of Qingming, the cemetery is more cloudy than usual. The two of them carried a big black plastic bag in their hands and walked towards it.

Today's ghosts are also much more than before, and they are very surprised to see the two of them, and they can't help but get close to them.

Cao Xuanhe was already used to this kind of scene, and Dai Ze was more trouble-free, and he didn't open his yin and yang eyes because he was out of sight and out of mind.

The two first walked around the cemetery, and saw that there were offerings or flowers in front of most of the tombstones, and there was no scene of robbery by evil spirits.

Only some little ghosts sat in front of their empty tombstones, staring at the offerings in front of the "neighbors" next to them and getting greedy.

After walking around, Dai Ze looked to both sides, pointed to the right and said, "Boss Cao, I'll go this way, you go there, and we'll gather here later, okay?"

As he spoke, he was already walking to the right.

"Wait a moment."

A man's stop came from beside him.

Dai Ze paused, turned around in doubt: "What's wrong?"

Cao Xuanhe glanced to the right, pursed his lips for a moment, and said, "I'm going to the west."

"……okay."

Dai Ze didn't expect that Cao Xuanhe stopped him because of the problem of choosing the direction. It can be seen that the other party was already walking to the west, so he stopped entangled and walked towards the east cemetery one by one. If there is ghost energy, light incense, burn a few pieces of yellow straw paper and gold ingots, and perform simple sacrifices.

Cao Xuanhe also walked past the tombstones one by one, and the more he walked in, the more complicated his mood became, thinking that he would see that little ghost Ming Yi later.

Would he be surprised to see himself?

It should be, according to his temperament, maybe he will rush up and hug him.

Thinking of this, Cao Xuanhe raised the corners of his lips, and couldn't help but quicken his pace a little.

Soon, he walked to the familiar tomb, the light of the flashlight shone on the photo of the tombstone, and he saw Ming Yi's delicate and lovely smiling face.

Xu Shi was infected by the bright smiles of his two little dimples, and the smile on the corners of Cao Xuanhe's lips deepened a bit.

However, the next second, he looked at the empty tombstone, his smile froze.

In front of the tombstones on both sides of Ming Yi, there are several large bouquets of flowers and a pile of burnt paper ashes, which are in stark contrast to the clean and tidy tombstone in front of him.