Handsome old man Jian Xiu re-employment

"Uncle, have you ever eaten human blood steamed buns?" Chen Chaosheng asked him.

He didn't think it was a good word.

It sounds cruel and barbaric.

He always felt that the moon cakes in his mouth had a bloody smell.I can't explain clearly.

"Chaosheng, people in this world live by killing each other and taking their lives. I do business and steal the renminbi that other people earn with their blood and sweat." Meng Xunfeng answered the phone, "It can be said that this is blood-stained renminbi Is it?"

"How many people died under the sword when you practiced the sword? Some people took away other people's youth, hope, and more important things. How many people's lives did Bai Fushui spend filming his rubbish TV series?"

"Those people circle around him." Meng Xunfeng said, "Go back to bed early and stop thinking about it. I have to go to the police station tomorrow to take a photo."

After he finished speaking, he hung up the phone.

Chen Chaosheng sat under the big camphor tree, and the phone screen went black after a while.

It was still so dark, and occasionally a mouse would scurry by, screaming twice and then running away.

As soon as the soul of the dead person was snatched away, the body quickly rotted away, like a puddle of mud.

Black, or any other color, is just as disgusting to look at.

So the soul is the ultimate preservative.

Even the blood hadn't dried up yet.

There were also people who walked behind this road, but they were all in groups, coming from the bright hospital hall.

Chen Chaosheng was sitting under the big camphor tree, peeling off the plastic skin and chewing mooncakes.

The outermost layer is the fragrant and crisp meringue, and the inside is the salted egg yolk liquid, which is just right for saltiness.

The leaves were still dangling above his head.

In just over 1000 years, human beings who asked the gods for rain have been able to do the incredible thing of raining whenever they want.But there are still people who are too poor to rob.

The rain hasn't come yet.

He was wearing his teddy bear pajamas, and his legs were bulging with mosquito bites.This mosquito is really vicious, it refuses to suck the dead man's blood, and always feeds on the living man.

"Young man, what are you doing sitting outside alone at night?"

Chen Chaosheng heard someone's voice coming this way.

"It's not safe. There is no surveillance here. There are construction sites next to it. If you want to hang out at night, you have to wait for the infrastructure to be improved, otherwise you don't know who you will run into."

It was the voice of an old woman.

Chen Chaosheng first saw a hunched figure in the dim moonlight, dragging a pile of messy garbage, walking towards this side.

"I'm not a young man anymore." Chen Chaosheng said to her.

He's still sitting here waiting for the rain to fall.

"In the eyes of your mother-in-law, you are still young." The old lady was wearing a tattered middle school uniform, "Are you losing your temper with your family? Don't run out when you lose your temper. Winter is coming soon."

Chen Chaosheng held the mooncake bag and didn't know what to say.

In a certain environment, such as a moonlit night, in a place where there are no people, wearing a mask, his fear of people is much better.

"Mother-in-law, are you still out so late?" He said, "It's always unsafe."

"The old lady came out to pick up trash." The old lady smiled.

She originally spoke a substandard mandarin, and her voice fluctuated from time to time. It took Chen Chaosheng a while to figure out what she said.

"Is there a lot of persimmons rotten on the ground? It's so red, it's like blood." The old lady pushed her tattered stroller, which contained a large bottle of Arowana peanut oil and several cans of Coca-Cola. There are a bunch of Sizhou daily papers in the place.Many of these newspapers are uniformly ordered by the unit.Sizhou No. [-] Middle School has a bunch of them, holding table legs.

"The early bird catches the worm." The old lady had a smile on her wrinkled face, "Young man, you are still out so late, the family has to worry."

Chen Chaosheng was not worried that his family would worry about him.

His master had undergone plastic surgery, and he didn't know where to hide while waiting for his face to heal.When he grew up, he didn't have time to discipline him, so he reckoned that all his heart was on Xu Sanqing.

He has almost no interaction with his master.

The only intersection is that his master must go to Chen Chaosheng's q|q space at a certain time every day to take a look and leave a visitor's footprint.His q|q account is still Bai Fushui's trumpet, and I don't know what his master thinks when he looks at that selfie of Bai Fushui every day?

hurt spring?sad?Missing the passing of my youth, are I now an old man?

Uncle Shi listened to what Teacher Sayuri said and slept there for his beauty sleep.He also wants to turn into a young, beautiful boy and go on stage to watch pole dancing.Teacher Sayuri said that if he lost fifty catties, he would be middle-aged.Hair transplant again, thick and lush black hair, how youthful and beautiful.

Hair transplant is also a costly thing, ranging from a few thousand to more than 10 yuan. The uncle said that he spent [-] yuan to grow his own hair before. The doctor told him not to drink alcohol and not to eat indiscriminately. The next day he went to discuss business, at the banquet there was a lot of toasting, the red wine for the guests came out, and after Meng Xunfeng drank the red wine, his hair fell out after only a few days.

Naturally, He Jianguo and Bai Nianyun wouldn't worry about him, the two old people could play for a whole day by themselves. Siri is busy with Xie Chunshan nervously provoking text love.

"Grandma, be careful of the blood on the ground." Chen Chaosheng reminded, "It will be dirty if you step on your shoes."

"This thing is not easy to clean."

"It's definitely not blood." The old lady also sat down on the flower bed, and the garbage truck came over, "Now it's a society ruled by law. How can there be so many violent|violent|conflicts in a society ruled by law? It looks a bit like sea buckthorn juice and The smell of ketchup, why does it still smell so bad?"

Chen Chaosheng was wearing a mask, and he also smelled rancid.

"Is something broken?" The old lady sighed, "Really, these young people are always reluctant to tie up those takeaway bags and throw them away. The soup is poured out, and it must be rotten in such a hot weather. It has gone bad, and the person who cleaned the trash can probably scolded them in their hearts."

Chen Chaosheng licked the mooncake crumbs stuffed between his teeth.

"Today is Mid-Autumn Festival." He said, "The moon looks quite round."

Like the head he chopped off.

It has rotted away.

After the soul is put into a plastic bag, the head will rot quickly.Can't wait for the soul to be sent to centralized processing.

Flies buzzed around it.

His teeth are clogged.

This problem is not good.

When Chen Chaosheng was a child, he liked to lick the gap between his teeth. Maybe others would not be able to lick such a wide gap for a lifetime.But he has licked for many lifetimes, from the Tang Dynasty to the present.

Every time after eating, Chen Chaosheng likes to stick out his tongue to lick the cracks inside his teeth, especially the one between the two front teeth.Although he licked less after he was sixteen years old, he still gritted his teeth when he ate.

"The moon looks round every year." The old lady looked up at the moon, "It was so round when my old man was around, and it's still so round after he died."

"It's rounder than those mooncakes," she said, "just like another sun."

Chen Chaosheng remembered what Siri told him about the moon leaving the earth.

The moon is leaving the earth at a rate of 4 meters per year and gradually disappearing. Perhaps this rate is still accelerating every year.

Perhaps one day in the future, Chen Chaosheng will see a moonless Mid-Autumn Festival, when people eat moon cakes and argue together what the moon looks like.

Some people will say that the moon is round and always hangs in mid-air like a golden pie.Some scholars will say that the light of the moon itself is white, so why do you stupid fools still think it is golden.Maybe there will be a Sun Worshiper who preaches that the sun is the center of the Milky Way, and those of you who believe in the moon should be dragged out and burned to death.The rest said there was no moon at all, and that it was a fabrication of people who ate too much and exercised too little.

The saint went out and met two children on the side of the road. The two children were arguing about the moon, as if they were about to fight.

A child said that the moon is actually a mooncake with five kernels, and that mooncakes with five kernels are so unpalatable that someone launches it into outer space to illuminate it.Another said that the moon must be a red bean paste mooncake. He thought that the red bean paste mooncake was equally unpalatable as Wuren, and the red bean paste was very dark in color, which seemed to absorb heat.

The sage said that mooncakes should taste like cloud legs, and the moon might taste like cloud legs, but neither mooncakes with five kernels nor mooncakes with red bean paste should have their descendants, and mooncakes should preserve their diversity.

Humans are a species that is very good at forgetting.

Even Chen Chaosheng was no exception.

They forgot that the gods existed and taught them to pursue the way with the sword.They also forget a lot of things that existed in the past.

Just like Chen Chaosheng couldn't write his sword formula silently.

He couldn't remember the set of swordsmanship that he had just started.It was engraved on Shangfang Sword, but those cursive characters are not easy to recognize now.

Chen Chaosheng plans to develop a new set when he is free. He has already thought of the name, and it is called "Five years of practicing swords and three years of reciting formulas in the 21st century".In fact, it is not as convenient as using a mobile phone to practice Taoism. People in this era may not be able to use a sword, but most of them can skillfully use a mobile phone.

"Do you eat mooncakes?" Chen Chaosheng asked the old lady, "It's going to rain soon, why don't you go back?"

"The moon is so bright, how can it rain?" The old lady said with a smile, "You should go home early."

"I'll wait for the rain." Chen Chaosheng said, "I've only seen artificial rainfall once."

"I'll give you the mooncake." He handed over the mooncake bag.

The wind is so strong that the cascading leaves of the camphor tree are not tired of the sound.

"Thank you." The old lady took it. "The mooncakes in the supermarket are getting more and more expensive. I don't know where the extra money went. The wrapping paper is gaudy."

Chen Chaosheng took out the pennant. Maybe he didn't remember to tear off the label in the lower right corner. It said "Yiwu, China" on it, and added a small line of "Made in China."

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