Northeast Night Talk

Chapter 9 Back to the City
After dawn, we walked out of the jungle, and Director Wang led people to find us.

Each of these strong men held a shotgun. This thing can deal with wild beasts, but can it deal with zombies?I shook my head, just like this thing hit Lao Bangzi, it was like a mosquito bite, it didn't hurt or itch.

"He Daxian, where is my father?" Director Wang had an anxious expression on his face, he didn't know whether he was worried that his father was still alive or that his father would die again.

Mr. He Da stroked his goatee, and returned to the role of a magic stick, telling Director Wang, the old man is terrible, the downpour last night is a sign from the sky, your father has now become a fairy, a green dragon, welcome Went to heaven with lightning!

The old god stick can only talk nonsense, and he doesn't even blink his eyes when he speaks nonsense. He Yinyang and I admired each other and were speechless for a while.

We can't expose him, otherwise how can we say?Do you tell him that your father has become a zombie and has been wiped out by us?
In Mr. Yin Yang’s business, you can fool around if you can. Some people like to listen to good things. When he is happy, the money will come naturally. If you want to tell the truth, he will not be happy, saying that you are fooling people, man, It is self-deception.

Sure enough, Director Wang couldn't close his mouth with a smile when he heard that his father had turned into a fairy. He even said a few good words and even held a celebration banquet for the old god stick.I think this is also the best result.

In the morning, the old god stick moved the grave of Lao Bangzi. Now there is no body left for Lao Bangzi, only the clothes tomb is placed in the coffin.

The old god stick was wandering around the new grave with the yin and yang mirror. Everyone thought he was casting spells. The old god stick used the yin and yang mirror to illuminate the new tomb. Only He Yinyang and I knew that he didn't even know how to cast spells. He was probably just pretending , this treasure falling into his hands is really a hidden gem!

He Yinyang and I are not needed for the burial, and the relatives of the Wang family are scrambling to carry the coffin for the "old man". .

Treated by the Wang family's good wine and meat, we ate a full meal, and it was almost noon after the meal. I was thinking about the dormitory, and I planned to go back to the city with He Yinyang. The old god stick was drunk Rumu, so neither of us called him, stole his yin and yang mirror, and left after notifying the Wang family.

Before leaving, Director Wang’s son sent us a red envelope. He really treated us like boys, and thanked us a thousand times. Rare!It would be a fool not to take it!Besides, both of our lives were almost lost in the woods in order to 'send his old man to heaven', so we don't feel guilty about asking for some reward.

Look at the way we are now, ragged and unkempt, those who don't know each other think we are from the Great Northern Wilderness to beg for food!

The two of us can't just go back to the city like this, if people recognize him as a college student in the university town, how will we mess around in the future?The two of us took a bath in the bathhouse in Zhangwu County, then bought two sets of clothes from a clothing store to change into, and then boarded the bus back to the city.

Strolling along the way, I almost vomited out what I ate in the morning, and I didn't arrive in the urban area until after two o'clock in the afternoon.

He Yinyang and I first went to his house. This is his grandfather's house in the city. It is a small courtyard house, very grand. To have such a place in the city center is enough to show that the old god is rich and powerful!The small life is quite comfortable, which shows that he still has some abilities. For decades, the magic stick line is unstoppable, and he can have today's life with just one mouth, which is not something ordinary people can do.

He Yinyang made me come to the study of the old magic stick, heh!This guy is quite particular, the meeting place is very stylish, with a leather sofa and a big coffee table, and there is even a computer on the table, which can be used for fortune-telling?It really is in line with the world!

The wall is covered with banners sent by some customers, such as "rescue the dying", "cut the iron mouth", "the reincarnation of the gods", and there are all kinds of compliments. With this posture, those who don't know it may think that his family runs a clinic.

He Yinyang found out the yellow paper specially used for writing spells. This kind of yellow paper is not available in the general market. It has been processed with a special secret recipe. Generally, only Mr. Yinyang who has received the true transmission has this secret recipe.

I don’t know who passed down this paper-making method, but the yellow paper produced by this method has some aura in it. Only in this way can the drawn spells be effective. Only my grandfather and Mr. He Da have this kind in our village. The yellow paper, the yellow paper that He Yinyang and I usually use is basically stolen from Mr. He Da.

"Brother Dong, how much do you take?"

"How many in total?"

"About a box?"

"Get more, so you don't have to come and get it next time!"

It is natural for me to say "steal" into "take", and it is natural to get used to it, such as taking yellow paper.

"Brother Dong, what do you think this is?" He Yinyang turned out a piece of paper from nowhere and showed it to me. It was actually a delivery address, which read: "Hong Kong Special Administrative Region, Zhou Papi Fengshui Studio. "

These yellow papers of the old god stick are still foreign goods!It was sent from Hong Kong!
Who is Zhou Papi?This name sounds so familiar, oh, I remembered, a few years ago, a Fengshui master from Hong Kong came to our provincial capital. It is said that this master is well-known in Southeast Asia. The sports center in the provincial capital is run by this Master Zhou's architectural consultant enjoys the same special treatment as the chief engineer!

"Your grandfather is not simple! He actually got a relationship with this master Zhou! It is said that this master Zhou and the chief executive of the special administrative region are called brothers!" I was very surprised.

"Oh, I remember my grandfather said before that when he was young, he once worshiped as his master. His surname was Zhou. I don't know if it is this Master Zhou."

Hearing what He Yinyang said, I couldn't help but my eyes lit up. There is really such a possibility. If Zhou Papi is really Mr. He Da's master, then all this is not difficult to explain. As Mr. Zhou's apprentice, Mr. He Da This industry is also a person with a head and a face, walking in the provincial capital, who can not give some face.

No wonder he was able to get to where he is today. It turns out that this old magician also has a background!
He Yinyang and I stole two spoonfuls of cinnabar from Mr. He Da's house. This is a good thing. It is a must-have for writing spells, and it is difficult to get it in the city.

I secretly opened the drawer of the old magic stick. There were many discs in this drawer, most of which were Hong Kong movies. In fact, most of the DVDs at that time were Hong Kong movies, and there were no decent movies in mainland China.Among these discs, I also saw a lot of adult pornographic movies. After watching this, I was amused. This old magic stick is still watching this when he is old!It's no wonder that He Yinyang's grandma left early, and the old man sometimes feels lonely.

After some sweeping, we both restored things to their original state. Just as we were about to go out, the phone on the desk rang, which startled us both.

He Yinyang tiptoed over to answer the phone.

"Hi! Hello, who are you?"

I don't understand why this kid has a Hong Kong and Taiwan accent when he answers the phone.

On the other end of the phone came a Hong Kong and Taiwan dialect: "He Zhongzhong! You can't tell who I am! I have already called you on the mobile phone, but I can't get through! I'm talking to you, I'm just trying to figure it out. Terminate all cooperation with you..."

I sniggered from the side, Mr. He Da's 'big brother' was trampled to pieces by the 'old stick' in the woods yesterday, it's no wonder you can get through!
What surprised me was that the call was actually from Hong Kong. It seems that Mr. He Da still has contact with Hong Kong!

He Yinyang hung up the phone helplessly and smiled at me.

I said, "Did you learn all your Hong Kong and Taiwan dialects from your grandfather, and that old magic stick also has the virtue of answering the phone. I thought your ancestral home was from Hong Kong."

"Brother Dong, I'm afraid I can't accompany you to your school. Just now Hong Kong called to find my grandfather. My grandfather has a cooperation project with Hong Kong. It seems to be about contracting the funeral home in the provincial capital. I have to tell him about it. , otherwise it will be bad if the big event is delayed!"

What He Yinyang said is really a big deal in my opinion. From the look of this kid, he seems to know something about his grandfather. If he has something to do, I can't stop him, so I nodded.

At that time, it was catching up with the construction of spiritual civilization, and the reform of the funeral system had always been a major issue concerning people's livelihood. China's funeral system also began to learn from some foreign experience, and even introduced some technologies.I understand very well that if Mr. He Da has done this, then he has done a serious business.

He Yinyang helped me draw a lot of eye-opening symbols, and opened the light with a Yin-Yang mirror.

I took what was in He Yinyang's hand, said goodbye to him, and went back to school alone.

When I walked into the school gate, I suddenly remembered something. The day before yesterday, the instructor asked me to write a review, but I forgot about it yesterday. I smiled helplessly, put the things at the guard, and went to the office first. Checked in.In fact, sometimes the instructor doesn't really want us to write a review, the most important thing is to let us recognize our mistakes.

I really knew I was wrong, skipping classes, gathering people to gamble, staying out at night... I shamelessly summed up my crimes secretly in my heart, and when I took the initiative to confess, it would be considered frank and lenient and resisting strictness. Teachers don’t like making mistakes. Children, but teachers don't like children who make mistakes and speak stubbornly. I have known this since I was in elementary school.

dong dong!

I knocked on the office door.A lazy voice came from inside: "Come in!"

It was the voice of the instructor Shen Yue. I took a breath and tiptoed in.

There was only my supervisor in the office, she was sitting there writing something tired, her face seemed haggard.

"Oh! It's you!" The director glanced at me, then lowered his head again.

I thought to myself, this is the usual method of the teacher, specially asking you to stand for a while and reflect on your mistakes.

"Instructor, you didn't sleep well last night?" I was deliberately looking for a topic to make the atmosphere easier, but I really cared about her. This semester, she has worried about us boys a lot.

Hearing what I said, the instructor couldn't help but looked at me strangely, and said, "Did you sleep well? Who could sleep well last night?"

I was stunned for a moment, what does this mean? Could it be that the news of me not coming home at night reached her ears so quickly?
Our school has a rule that students from other places who want to leave school on weekends must ask the supervisor to issue a leave note. For a maverick like me, of course, this step is directly omitted.

The instructor took a look at me and saw that I looked confused, as if I was lying, so I couldn't help wondering: "Don't you know what happened last night?"

.......
"Han Dong! How dare you stay out at night!"

The instructor's angry roar came from the office, which made me tremble, and only her body can make such a "Qinghai-Tibet Plateau" tune.

I'm depressed, I just didn't call myself so by accident!

(End of this chapter)