Chapter XII Establishment!

　　The boss laughed, not feeling the slightest bit angered, he just found it a bit amusing. 　　A person's temperament as well as one's aura often had more credibility than his words. 　　"Hissing ......" 　　A crisp sound with a slight stretch, like a snake shedding its skin, he began to tear off the skin from his body. 　　At the same time, the bones of the boss's figure were slowly shrinking, and his physique was slowly slimming down, like a balloon had broken a small hole and was slowly deflating. 　　Zhou Ze now finally understood why the bowl of noodles was cooked so badly. 　　The other party's "transformation" did take some time. 　　He was wearing the same clothes as the boss, with an apron, but the face of the other party had changed into a slightly youthful young man. 　　Youth mouth corners with a smile, charming attitude, especially the corner of the eye to extend out of the arc, as if able to tickle the men and women around the heart of the itchy place, just right, just right. 　　A man, with the "charming" to describe, is some of the incongruity, but some men, is indeed charming bone born, such as the stream of ancient emperors and kings, prefer male style of countless people, the reason is indeed lies in, some men, more than a woman like a woman. 　　"Do I look good?" 　　The youth asked Zhou Ze. 　　Zhou Ze felt the nausea that he had just suppressed after eating the noodles come back, waved his hand slightly apologetically, and then covered his chest, making a gesture of I can't vomit. 　　Who knows how hard it is to eat food on a plate, and how hard it is to eat every grain! 　　Zhou Ze knew how to cherish food, especially food that he had swallowed with great difficulty and was about to digest into his body's energy. 　　The youth sat down on a nearby chair, a lighter in his hand as he casually flicked it around. 　　He was sizing up Zhou Ze as he spotted him, and he thought to himself that with his mimicry being all natural, and in this small food restaurant establishment, nothing should go wrong. 　　Most importantly. 　　He was imitating his own parents. 　　He had been observing his own parents since he was a young boy, and his parents' every move and wisp of a look had long been etched in his heart. 　　"How did you find me?" The youth couldn't help himself. 　　"You're not a ghost?" 　　Zhou Ze also asked at the same time. 　　The youth frowned slightly as he thought that Zhou Ze was being sarcastic, saying that he was pretending to be a ghost. 　　But in reality, Zhou Ze had treated him as a ghost from the very beginning. 　　Zhou Ze didn't want to mind his own business, a person who was still in the money category of a freezer not long ago, Zhou Ze didn't think he had that qualification to mind his own business. 　　But this idle matter don't care and can't. 　　It was happening right next door to him. 　　So Zhou Ze felt that no matter what, it was better to just poke at things first, and if it was a good solution, he solved it himself, and if it was not a good solution, the big deal was that he would move again. 　　"Your nails." Zhou Ze said, "I, for one, am a bit sensitive to nails." 　　The boss's wife brought the noodles to herself. 　　The boss personally handing himself cigarettes and 　　The fingernails, all presented themselves. 　　Although the thickness of the fingers varied in terms of the degree of white calluses, the lines on the fingernail caps, were the same. 　　And for a while, Zhou Ze paid more attention to the nails, not only to his own nails, but also to the nails of others. 　　The youth's gaze narrowed slightly, frustrated, details, not doing it right. 　　Although he had the intention of slacking off, but as long as he was discovered, then it was indeed his own mistake. 　　"Are you really not a ghost?" Zhou Ze asked again. 　　If it was a human, then it would really be a bit exaggerated. 　　In fact, Zhou Ze hadn't seen many ghosts, putting aside that journey in hell if not counting, in the Yang world, there were really only a handful of ghosts that he had seen. 　　"Skin painting, it's an ancestral skill of my family." The youth stood up, reached out and grabbed Zhou Ze's hand, placing it on his chest, "Only, it has been broken for many generations, and it is only in my generation that I can pick it up again." 　　This action was a bit ambiguous and broken, but Zhou Ze still subconsciously squeezed his hand. 　　Zhou Ze would never think that it was because Dr. Lin had not been allowing himself to sleep causing him to be interested in men now. 　　Of course, it was indeed true that the man in front of him was indeed more charming than a woman. 　　"No bones?" Zhou Ze's face revealed an unexpected color, "No, it's chondromalacia." 　　Chondromalacia, also known as rickets, due to calcium deficiency so that the calcification of the bones occurs obstacles, the bones become soft and easy to deform, Zhou Ze used to be a doctor, naturally know some, but just as even a kind of cold is divided into many kinds of conditions many different pathologies, chondromalacia also has many subdivided categories, and the youth in front of him, he is supposed to be a kind of extreme. 　　According to legend, there is a record in the wild history of the Spring and Autumn Period that a prince of the State of Lu suffered from this disease, and that the person was as if he had no bones, and that his body was so delicate that he was able to walk like a human being, and also able to crawl similarly to a serpent. 　　"You can understand it as this is a genetic disease that requires a certain probability to manifest, before my family many generations upwards couldn't practice drawing skins because they didn't get this disease, and I ......" 　　The youth laughed and did not continue. 　　"So, you really aren't a ghost?" Zhou Ze was still undeterred. 　　"My name is Xu Qinglang." The youth replied gravely. 　　"And who are you imitating?" Zhou Ze asked. 　　"Father, Mother." 　　Zhou Ze froze for a moment, showing a bitter smile on his face. 　　De le. 　　This misunderstanding is big. 　　Previously, after eating the noodles, Sister Lin left, Zhou Ze thought to poke through the windowpaper, deliberately taking words to provoke him, but the result did not think that it was actually people who had nothing to do to role-play here, memorializing their deceased relatives. 　　But in Zhou Ze's previous perspective, he just took it for granted that this is a ghost, similar to the ghost in the story "Painted Skin", killed people, skinned, but also in the "Monkey in the crown". 　　"Then ...... sorry." 　　Take your mom to make fun of, but also really a little embarrassed. 　　"I'm not angry." Xu Qinglang said, "But I'm curious, you keep treating me like a ghost, what does it mean?" 　　"It doesn't mean anything." 　　"Have you ever seen a ghost?" Xu Qinglang asked. 　　"I am a ghost." Zhou Ze looked at Xu Qinglang and said seriously. 　　With a serious expression and a solemn look that 　　Hollowing out his heart. 　　Xu Qinglang's face stagnated for a moment. 　　Xu Qinglang's face stagnated for a moment, and then she couldn't stop herself from letting out a "pfft" laugh. 　　He looked at Zhou Ze as if he were a retard. 　　It was like looking at a retard. 　　Zhou Ze nodded his head, sometimes, that's how it is, if you tell him the truth, you think you're teasing him, but he doesn't believe you. 　　"Anyway, sorry about that, by the way, I still want to ask, that human skin, is it real human skin?" Zhou Ze was curious. 　　"Fish skin." Xu Qinglang replied, "Processed, painted, and made." 　　"Then what kind of noodles are you selling." Zhou Ze was a bit unable to understand, "I heard that a piece of Hezhe's snakeskin clothes can sell for quite a lot of money, sold as a work of art, this one of yours, should be worth more, right?" 　　"Ancestral things, use them for profit, I can't do it." 　　"Then you should be very rich." Zhou Ze said. 　　"At home, it was just demolished." Xu Qinglang did not answer directly, "Divided more than twenty suites." 　　"......" Zhou Ze took a deep breath. 　　So, the world is so unfair, he worked in the hospital in his last life, hard work did not earn a few dollars, while others casually, is more than two dozen suites. 　　Tongcheng is not compared to Shanghai, but the price of housing is also close to more than ten thousand a flat. 　　The second generation of the demolition, envy ah. 　　Zhou Ze shook his head, "You will continue to lay noodles in the future?" 　　"You will continue to sell books in the future?" 　　The duo asked each other questions again at the same time. 　　"Watch for now." Zhou Ze replied. 　　"Same here." 　　"Then, see you later, by the way, do you have other flavors of your home's sour plum juice?" Zhou Ze was curious about that, "Like bitter melon flavor? Grape flavor?" 　　"There's a secret recipe for that." Xu Qinglang was honest. 　　"Very well." Zhou Ze reached out and patted Xu Qinglang on the shoulder. 　　Motherfucker. 　　Just like cotton. 　　Soft, is really soft really boneless ah, this if held in the arms lying on the bed ...... 　　Zhou Ze immediately moved in the back of his mind the image of Dr. Lin just coming out of the shower wearing pajamas, forcibly suppressing his own unholy thoughts. 　　Zhou Ze walked out of the noodle shop. 　　Xu Qinglang walked to the inner room, lifted the curtain, and said to the woman's human skin hanging inside: 　　"Mom, do you think he really believed or faked it?" 　　The woman's skin swayed gently and 　　Slightly swaying. 　　As if to say, he didn't believe. 　　It's also like saying, she doesn't know. 　　...... 　　Zhou Ze returned to his own store, the freezer has been settled, the following actually have to Xu Le left the broken bookstore to rectify the rectification, has been let it so loss, is not a way. 　　The sign at the entrance of the bookstore reads "Xu Le Bookstore", which is as rustic as it gets. 　　In short, this bookstore in the hands of that guy, from top to bottom, from the inside to the outside, all exudes the atmosphere of "certain to lose money". 　　Zhou Ze sat down in front of the computer, tried several times to log in his original QQ, the results are unable to log in, identity verification simply can not pass, the complaint is basically no way. 　　Subsequently, Zhou Ze can only go out and take a taxi out, he intends to change a sign, or get a pair of door couplets put here. 　　He knew a plaque store, specializing in wood carving plaques business, the owner is an old man, the old man often donate to that orphanage, when Zhou Ze himself is a member of the orphanage, the old man was donating, such as Zhou Ze after work, the old man and Zhou Ze together donations. 　　That plaque store is not far away, just at the foot of Wolf Mountain, before and after are selling incense and candles, just this one sells plaques. 　　Only, when Zhou Ze walked in, he found that the store was doing a major cleaning, even the plaques had been taken down. 　　A middle-aged man was there directing the workers to get busy. 　　"You are?" The other party asked when he saw Zhou Ze who was walking over. 　　"I'm looking for Old Mr. Zhao." Zhou Ze said, he had a lot of respect for that old man. 　　"Sorry, my father just left last month." The middle-aged man replied. 　　"Gone?" Zhou Ze was a little surprised and a little sad, he and Zhao Lao were actually not familiar with each other, they just knew each other as such a person, and as such, it was normal that he was not notified of people's funerals. 　　Moreover, probably for Zhao Lao's family, Zhao Lao had been donating the income from playing plaques to the orphanage, they naturally had nothing good to say about the orphanage, and would not even go to notify the orphanage of the funeral for fear that the orphanage would come back up to them for money. 　　"Are you here to order a plaque?" The middle-aged man asked. 　　"Uh-huh." Zhou Ze nodded. 　　"Our family, we don't do it anymore." The middle-aged man apologized, "In the future, selling joss sticks." 　　Wolf Mountain was one of the ten small mountains of Buddhism, even if it did not attract foreign tourists, the locals going to burn incense and worship the Buddha on New Year's Eve was enough to make the merchants of the stores situated at the foot of the mountain make a fortune. 　　This was also a kind of relying on the mountain to eat the mountain, and relying on the water to eat the water. 　　"That's a pity." Zhou Ze had some regrets. 　　He planned to visit the old gentleman's tombstone. 　　"But there are still a few plaques at home that my father used to play, which can't be sold, and I don't know what my father carved those plaques for, and it's not like people ordered them, if you like it, it's cheaper out to you." The middle-aged man in the spirit of selling scrap of mind intends to dispose of it. 　　"Okay, I'll take a look." Zhou Ze agreed. 　　Following the middle-aged man to the small courtyard at the back, the middle-aged man opened a store room and turned on the lights. 　　Inside were some miscellaneous items, including Old Mr. Zhao's utensils from when he did his work, stacked in a haphazard manner, implying that future generations were not going to inherit the craft. 　　Who would want to use this now that everyone made card faces that glowed? It's hard work and doesn't make much money. 　　"Hoo......" the middle-aged man blew a breath at the several plaques on the ground and said, "Take a look, two hundred dollars a pair, you can take it if you see it, forget it if you don't see it." 　　Obviously, the middle-aged man did not have much confidence in being able to give away these plaques. 　　Zhou Ze walked over and took a look. 　　The first pair of plaques read: 　　"Life and death have their own destiny, wealth and riches are in heaven." 　　Zhou Ze shook his head and the middle-aged man sighed, knowing that this plaque was hopeless. 　　The next one read: 　　"People know the terror of ghosts, ghosts know the poison of hearts." 　　Zhou Ze froze slightly, he was a little sensitive to this, a little sensitive. 　　The middle-aged man didn't sigh this time, because he knew that it was straight up hopeless, who would open a store and have enough to hang this at the entrance? 　　The third pair: 　　"Gush, as I have heard." 　　Zhou Ze laughed. 　　The middle-aged man looked at Zhou Ze and smiled he also smiled. 　　There is always a satisfaction.