we are just monsters

Chapter 83

After finally finishing his work, Zhou Xiaotian was full of confidence and took out his mobile phone to contact the customer.

After a while, Gu Cheng received a red envelope of 250 from Zhou Xiaotian.

Zhou Xiaotian: [Divide half to you]
Gu Cheng felt that this number was not very good, so he returned it to her.

Zhou Xiaotian didn't insist on it anymore, the other party saw that he was not short of money.

Readers are great.

When Zhou Xiaotian thought about her junior high school education, her heart ached. Occasionally she wanted to make it up to a junior college, but after spending money and time, she flinched after careful consideration. In fact, education is of no use to her, it just looks better.

At the beginning, it wasn't that Master didn't let her study, but she didn't want to study anymore.

Because you have to study in one place, it is okay to change schools occasionally, but it is difficult to change schools every two or three years, especially after high school, let alone change schools casually.

Zhou Xiaotian turned the phone casually in her hand and looked outside. Although the master didn't say it, she knew that she was a drag on the master's footsteps, especially after starting to go to school, the master who was walking around was abruptly dragged down by her studies .

"Master, I don't study because of you, you are still so fierce to me, I am so sad..."

Zhou Xiaotian sighed, in fact, there is no debt or no debt, it should be for her, if there is no master, there will be no her.

It may have been stinking in the trash can for a long time, and then people saw it, reported the crime, investigated, and couldn't find the cruel parents. Even if they were found, it would be a painless punishment.

"Ugh……"

Zhou Xiaotian sighed, and heard another sigh in a trance, she was startled, and looked suspiciously into the store.

illusion?

She fluttered her beautiful eyelashes, took a breath, and sighed again.

Not this time.

Zhou Xiaotian grabbed his hair and rolled it with his fingers, leaning on the chair, only feeling lonely.

I remember that when I was still young, the master would always tease her: "Little Tian, ​​look at your food, all your pocket money fell on the floor."

"Ah..." Zhou Xiaotian hurriedly lowered his head to look for it, and when he straightened up again, there was a lot of beans and eggplants in the bowl that she didn't like, and the master put down the bowl and left after eating.

Zhou Xiaotian remembered the past, closed his eyes, and muttered:
"Give me a little junior brother, and I won't be so boring now."

Junior sisters are also successful, if there is one, it would be so much fun. After playing enough, I will go to study when I grow up. Anyway, there is a shop, and I can study abroad. When the time comes to return to the market for a hundred years, these things outside the body will also have a home.

Zhou Xiaotian was extremely distressed when he thought that he would lose everything after death and would have no motivation to make money.

An invisible ghost next to him rolled his eyes angrily, "I want to give birth to myself!"

"What does it look like to die? Master, you won't go to hell, right? It's better to go to heaven, so you can still see me."

"You're going to hell!"

"Hey... I'll burn some more paper money for you some other day, and spend it as you like. You don't care much about the money, so why don't you burn a handsome guy? Now the paper-making figurines are very skilled, just like the real thing."

Zhou Xiaotian opened the circle of friends, there are friends she added who sell funeral supplies, and the photos she posted are lifelike... She doesn't know why funeral people post such things in the circle of friends, isn't she afraid of having no friends?But it is convenient for her to see.

His slender fingers flicked across the screen, Zhou Xiaotian concentrated on it, and Xia Xiaoman slapped her hard on the head from the side.

Feeling that her scalp was itchy, Zhou Xiaotian scratched her head and continued to browse Moments. She didn't put down her phone until a customer was looking outside, and asked him what's the matter with a serious expression.

"Are you sure?"

"Could it be possible for me to do business, and you can't tell?" Zhou Xiaotian calmly pushed a business card, indicating that the business is all on it.

That man thinks about it too. A watermelon seller wouldn't say that his melons are not sweet, he has to taste it himself to know.

At the end of the day, I made two deals and earned [-] yuan.

At around seven o'clock in the evening, just as the night fell, Zhou Xiaotian closed the door early, carried a copper basin, put on a hat and mask, and headed towards the west of the city.

The summer evening wind was hot, so she turned left and right, and found a shop selling funeral supplies on a remote street. Even the name of the shop was crooked and homemade, with words like 'wreath' written on it. This business is not suitable for grandeur.

The inside was also very messy. Under the dim light, an uncle in his 30s was sitting. Zhou Xiaotian said hello, and dragged the copper basin to pick and choose, mainly paper money ingots and villains, and finally chose a handsome one. Bai Dayang, with a large bag of things in his hands, went to the river with contentment.

After he died, he still thought about burning paper for his master. He was so filial.

Zhou Xiaotian secretly gave himself a thumbs up.

"Master, it's almost July and a half. I heard that the gate of ghosts will be closed at that time. If you want to come back, don't scare me, just entrust me with a dream."

While Zhou Xiaotian was muttering, he lit a fire in the copper basin.

The person who was fishing by the river in the distance had a bad look on her face, she was a pretty girl, why did she come here to do this?

"Oops! I forgot to buy you young girls' clothes... But I guess you won't be able to wear them. They are quite expensive. A set costs hundreds of dollars. It's a waste of money."

Zhou Xiaotian muttered, looking at the river, where the ashes of the master are.

This tributary flows to the east, and it will flow into another big river hundreds of miles away, and finally into the Yellow River and into the sea.The master didn't want the cemetery and asked her to scatter the ashes into the river.

The river water ripples, Zhou Xiaotian tends to believe that there are ghosts in this world.

It's just that she can't see it.

When she is also old, she can go and see, maybe the master is still there, catching mermaids in the sea——

Zhou Xiaotian threw the little paper figurine into the copper basin, the flames licked the paper, and quickly turned into ashes.

Burn a handsome guy for you!

Zhou Xiaotian clapped his hands and sat on the ground, patiently waiting for the brazier to burn.

In an invisible place next to her, Xia Xiaoman was also sitting on the ground, with the same movements as hers, with his legs bent, his arms resting on his knees, his palms hanging down casually, and they looked into the distance together.

In the dark night sky, there is a first-quarter moon, which is not very round, just half of it.

Mosquitoes were flying on the shore, and bugs in the grass were screaming.

After a long time, the fire in the copper basin burned out, leaving a pile of paper ashes. Zhou Xiaotian didn't know whether the goods had been delivered, so he got up and stretched, patted his buttocks, took out a cloth cushion from his pocket, and lifted the Take your hands, sprinkle the ashes on the ground, and get some soil to cover it.

She glanced at the river again, the breeze blew the ends of her hair, her face was a little itchy, Zhou Xiaotian raised her hand to brush away the broken hair sticking to her mouth, and left with the copper basin.

It's really hot in summer.

Wait until the next time the weather cools down.

The fisherman by the river is still there, and occasionally someone turns their head when they hear a movement, and in the night, they can only see the back of a white shirt and jeans walking away, with a pot or something in their hands.

Beside the thin figure, there seems to be someone else?

The man blinked, as if his eyes were dazzled, and when he looked over again, there was still only a woman's figure, walking on the road, fading away under the street lights.

(End of this chapter)