Uncle Ding got into the car with an incredible expression on his face. The three words Cheng Xinrong completely dispelled his last suspicion about us. He knew that from beginning to end, he never mentioned to me that the person who sold him the paperweight was called
what name.
The cow sat in the pavilion and listened to me tell me the whole story. She regretted not insisting on following us upstairs and missing such a good show. Finally, the cow pointed at the sportswear on the ninth day of the lunar month and said that it looked very handsome.
Chujiu said arrogantly: "Of course, Guo Guo bought it."
The cow gave me a big white eye.
I don’t know what method Uncle Ding used to bring Cheng Xinrong, but Cheng Xinrong didn’t look very good.
After Uncle Ding sat back on the stone chair in the pavilion, Chujiu told Cheng Xinrong the cause and effect of the incident.
Cheng Xinrong's father, the old ghost who wore a black short coat and was beaten up on the ninth day of the lunar new year, is the fourth generation of calligraphy and painting successors of the Cheng family, and is somewhat famous in the local area, especially for his original cinnabar dotted lotus painting style.
People are amazed. But after him, there was no descendant with this talent in the family. In addition, he was old and had some cardiovascular and cerebrovascular diseases. When I was painting for the last time, I thought about this and felt that the Cheng family
Inheritance is in one's own hands. The more I think about it, the worse I feel. My blood pressure rises, my eyes go dark, and I fall down on the desk where I am painting.
The painting on the desk is what Mr. Cheng considers to be his pinnacle work. After finishing the painting, he planned to hold a sealing ceremony and then enjoy his old age, which can be regarded as a perfect explanation of his life.
But just when the last stroke of the lotus flower was left, it ended in depression. Perhaps there was a strong nostalgia, perhaps there were still unfulfilled wishes. In short, when the soul visited relatives for the first seven times, the two souls and seven souls were inexplicably attached to each other.
There is no way to get out of the paperweight. When the ghost door is closed, only one remnant soul comes back. It is this remnant soul that fools the underworld and prevents it from coming out to collect the soul.
The soul attached to the paperweight was missing a soul, sometimes sober and sometimes confused, and finally found that it could only leave a certain area of the paperweight. In addition, Deng Deyou's study was full of famous paintings, so he would come out to appreciate them in the middle of the night.
"Guoguo and I have agreed, mostly because of unfulfilled wishes. I will open my eyes for you in a while, and you will meet each other and have a farewell ceremony. Remember not to show any nostalgia! Otherwise, you won't be able to send her away.
I will haunt you forever!"
After Chujiu said all this, Uncle Ding gave Cheng Xinrong an apologetic look. It seemed that Uncle Ding, who didn't know the cause and effect, used some special means to bring Cheng Xinrong.
I thought that Chujiu would open the Heavenly Eye for me by the way. But Chujiu said that I cannot open the Heavenly Eye continuously as it will damage my energy.
We took the paperweight downstairs from the study room on the second floor and placed it in the center of the yard. On the ninth day of the month, we returned to the pavilion and sat with us, saying we wanted to give them a separate space.
We saw Cheng Xinrong suddenly kneeling on the ground and crying bitterly into the air. Although we couldn't see anything, we could really feel that Cheng Xinrong was really talking to people.
About two minutes later, Cheng Xinrong suddenly fell into a daze. Chujiu shouted, "No, you are telling nonsense and deceiving people." He rushed out while waving his fists.
Finally, on the ninth day of the Lunar New Year, the calligraphy and painting brought by Cheng Xinrong and a paintbrush were lit on the spot. After staring at the sky in the distance for a long time, he breathed a sigh of relief. He picked up a washbasin next to the running water, filled half of it with cold water, and faced
Cheng Xinrong's head was poured over.
Cheng Xinrong shuddered and his eyes became clear.
"You can go back now, but remember to burn some paper money every seven days!"
After Cheng Xinrong left, Niu Niu asked Chujiu what the nonsense he just said to confuse people meant?
Chujiu replied that talking to ghosts is not talking in the actual sense, but a communication between souls. If you are not careful, you will be bewitched. However, the ghost's bewitching of people's hearts is not directed at a specific person, but his instinct.
When Uncle Ding looked at me and Chujiu again, there were some other factors in his expression. Probably because businessmen in nature like to make friends with capable people. In short, he was more enthusiastic than before. I think this is the world of adults.
Well, good intentions are mixed with complexity.
On the ninth day of the lunar month, he refused Uncle Ding's offer to have everyone have a light meal. He said arrogantly and went back to school to eat three dishes and one soup in the cafeteria on the second floor. Uncle Ding was stunned again and got in the car. He probably thought it was a light meal.
It's really just a casual meal.
After Cow took us to school, he said that he was really tired after working as a driver for a day, and then returned home.
In the cafeteria on the second floor, Chujiu had a very happy meal. After the meal, he said that the next day was Sunday, so he didn’t have to get up early to do morning exercises, and he tempted me to take him to the Internet cafe. I was easily fooled and played with him all night.
game.
I had a happier time on Wednesday. The first thing was that Xiaoyu called the school at noon and asked me and Chujiu to visit the deaf-mute old woman on Saturday. The main purpose was to buy some men who were relatively heavy in rice and noodles and needed to be willing to work hard. The second thing was
What happened was that after the evening class, on the ninth day of the lunar month, he handed me a thick envelope with three thousand yuan in it. He said it was given to me by an old man from a cow. Everyone knew that it was worth it and I accepted it happily.
But according to what Uncle Ding said before, other so-called masters, he gave me one thousand yuan, but he could give me three thousand. It seems that there will definitely be intersections in the future.
The next day I opened a passbook at the Postal Savings Bank near the school. The passbook came with a bank card. I used my birthday and the birthday of the ninth day of the lunar month as the password and deposited 3,500 yuan.
Chujiu threw the passbook I gave him into the luggage bag under the bed, saying that he didn't need it and it would be more convenient for me to take it with me when he needed money.
When I saw Xiaoyu, she was standing at the door of the health center, with two bags of rice, a small bag of flour, and some miscellaneous daily necessities at her feet. When she saw Chujiu and me, her eyes were full of tears and smiles.
Yes, the high ponytail shows youthful vitality, and it looks charming no matter how you look at it.
Xiaoyu and I were cleaning the room, and Chujiu communicated with the old lady with gestures. From the posture and frequency of the gestures, it could be seen that the old lady was very happy. Looking at the picture of Xiaoyu in the kitchen taking a rag and carefully wiping the wall, I couldn't help but think,
How nice it would be to freeze this scene at this moment.
After saying goodbye to the old lady, we walked down the wooden stairs. The street lights not far away were still twinkling, and they seemed to be cuter than before.
"I won't have dinner with you today. My boyfriend came to see me and is leaving now. I will definitely eat with you next time."
I stood there and watched Xiaoyu walk out of the yard with joy. My heart felt like the pain of being hit by a heavy hammer, once, twice, three times. It seemed that there was a familiar and unfamiliar face, disappearing like a broken mirror, and every fragment was
It's the face in my memory.
"Guo Guo, I want to eat red oil Chaoshou!"
When I looked up, I realized that I had walked into this alley full of snacks without even realizing it.
"Guo Guo, why are you crying?"
"This copycat is really hot!" I raised my hand to wipe away my tears.