Chapter 83: Give You a Handsome Guy
After finally finishing his work, Zhou Xiaotian took out his cell phone and contacted the customer with confidence.
After a while, Gu Cheng received a red envelope from Zhou Xiaotian, 250.
Zhou Xiaotian: [Half of you]
Gu Cheng felt that this number was not very good, so he returned it to her.
Zhou Xiaotian didn't insist anymore, and the other party saw that he was not short of money.
Scholars are amazing.
Zhou Xiaotian felt a little sad when he thought of his junior high school education. He occasionally wanted to make up for college, but he spent money and time, so he thought about it carefully and then retreated. In fact, the education level was useless to her, it was just a little better.
It was not that the master did not let her study, but that she did not want to study.
Because you have to stay in the same place, it is okay to transfer occasionally, but it will be difficult to transfer once every two or three years, especially after high school, you cannot transfer at will.
Zhou Xiaotian turned his cell phone casually in his hand and looked outside. Although the master had never said it, she knew that she had dragged down his master's footsteps, especially after he started to go to school, the master who was originally walking around was dragged down by her studies.
"Master, I don't study because of you. You are so fierce to me. I'm so sad..."
Zhou Xiaotian sighed and said, in fact, there is no loss or owe to her, this is what she deserves. Without a master, there would be no her.
Maybe it has become stinky in the trash can, and then someone sees, reports and investigates, and can't find his cruel parents. Even if he finds them, he will be punished without any pain.
"well……"
Zhou Xiaotian sighed, and in a trance she heard another sigh. She was stunned and looked at the store suspiciously.
illusion?
Her beautiful eyelashes blinked, took a breath, and sighed again.
No more this time.
Zhou Xiaotian grabbed his hair and rolled it with his fingers, leaning against the chair, feeling lonely.
I remember that I was still young at that time, and my master would always tease her: "Xiaotian, look at what you eat and your pocket money fell to the ground."
"Ah..." Zhou Xiaotian hurriedly lowered his head to look for it. When he stood up again, there were a lot of beans that she didn't like to eat in the bowl. After eating, the master put down the bowl and left.
Zhou Xiaotian remembered what happened before, closed his eyes and muttered:
"I'm not so bored now if I give birth to a junior brother."
The junior sister is also a good girl. If she has it, it would be fun. If she has enough fun, she will go to study when she grows up. Anyway, there is a store and studying abroad. By then, she will return to the ruins for a hundred years, and these external things will also have a home.
Zhou Xiaotian was extremely distressed when he thought that he had no motivation to make money after his death.
There was an invisible ghost next to him rolling his eyes in anger, "You want to give birth to yourself!"
"What does it look like if you die? Master, you won't go to hell, right? It's better to go to heaven, so that you can see me."
"You're just going to hell!"
"Oh... I will burn more paper money for you another day and spend whatever you want. You don't care much about money. Why don't you burn a handsome guy for you? Now the paper-making man's skills are good, just like the real one."
Zhou Xiaotian opened his Moments and found friends who sold funeral supplies that she added. The photos she posted were vivid... She didn't know why the funerals had to post such things on Moments. Aren't they afraid of having no friends? But it's convenient for her to see.
With her slender fingers slashing on the screen, Zhou Xiaotian was fully focused, and Xia Xiaoman slapped her head hard.
Feeling that her scalp was itchy, Zhou Xiaotian scratched her head and continued to flip through her circle of friends. Until a customer was looking outside, she put down her phone, put on a serious expression, and asked him what was wrong.
"Are correct?"
"Whether I can't tell you if I'm doing business?" Zhou Xiaotian calmly pushed over a business card and signaled that the business was on it.
That person thought about it, and the watermelon seller would not say that his melon was not sweet, and he had to taste it himself before he could find out.
After one day, I started two orders and earned 700 yuan.
It was past seven o'clock in the evening, and just as the night fell, Zhou Xiaotian closed the door early, carrying a copper basin, wearing a hat and a mask, and heading towards the west of the city.
The summer evening breeze was hot, so she turned left and right and found a shop selling funeral supplies on the remote street. Even the store names were crooked and homemade, with words such as "wreaths" written on it. This line is not suitable for making it grand.
It was also very messy inside. Under the dim light, an uncle in his thirties sat. Zhou Xiaotian said hello and dragged the copper basin to pick it up, mainly the ingots and paper money and the little man. Finally, he chose a handsome one, spent 200 yuan and a large bag of things in his hand, and carried it to the river with satisfaction.
I am so filial to burn paper for my master when I die.
Zhou Xiaotian gave himself a thumbs up.
"Master, it's almost half past July. I heard that the gate of hell was closed at that time. If you want to come back, don't scare me. Just give me a dream."
Zhou Xiaotian was muttering, while lit a fire in the copper basin.
The person fishing by the river in the distance looked unlucky and was quite beautiful. Why did he come to do this?
"Oh! I forgot to buy you the clothes for young girls... But I guess you can't wear them either. They are quite expensive, and they are hundreds of sets, which is a waste of resources."
Zhou Xiaotian was muttering, looking at the riverside, the master's ashes were here.
This tributary goes east, and it will be more likely to flow into another big river hundreds of miles away, and finally into the Yellow River and into the sea. Master does not want to cemetery, so he lets her scatter the ashes into the river.
The river water rippled and rippled, and Zhou Xiaotian tended to believe that there were ghosts in this world.
It's just that she can't see it.
When she gets old, she can go and see it. Maybe the master is still there, catching mermaids in the sea—
Zhou Xiaotian threw the little paper man into the copper basin, and the flames licked the paper surface and quickly turned into ashes.
I'll catch you a handsome guy!
Zhou Xiaotian sat on the ground, patiently waiting for the brazier to burn.
In the unseen place next to her, Xia Xiaoman also sat on the ground, no different from her movements. She bent her legs, put her arms on her knees, and her palms hang down at will, looking into the distance.
In the dark night sky, there is a crescent moon, which is not very round, just halfway.
Mosquitoes flew on the shore, and insects in the grass screamed.
After a long time, the fire in the copper basin was burning out, leaving a pile of paper ash. Zhou Xiaotian didn't know if the goods were delivered. He got up and stretched, patted his butt, took out a piece of cloth from his pocket and paddled it, lifted the handle, scattered the ashes on the ground, and then covered it with some soil.
She looked at the river again, and the breeze blew the ends of her hair, and her face was a little itchy. Zhou Xiaotian raised his hand and pushed away the broken hair stuck to his mouth, and carried the copper basin to leave.
It's so hot in summer.
It will burn until the weather gets cool next time.
The fisherman by the river is still there. Occasionally someone heard the movement and turned around. In the night, he could only see a white shirt and jeans leaving. He didn't know whether to take the blame or something in his hand.
There seems to be someone next to the thin figure?
The man blinked, as if he was dazzled. When he looked over, he still had only a woman. He walked on the road and gradually moved away under the street lights.
Chapter completed!