monument

Chapter 84 Rubbing
Maybe it's because my face changed, and my mother's expression became embarrassing, "I didn't tell you what to do, just stay at home for a few more days and help your second aunt."

"What are you talking about?" Grandma came in at this time, "Xingxing, let's go, go out, don't listen to your mother's nonsense here, your grandfather just said about the twin sisters, it's all her own fault, you Just don't worry about it, just do whatever you want."

"Mom!" My mother watched helplessly as grandma dragged me out.

"Xing Xing, don't listen to your mother."

"Grandma, do you know what my mother told me?" Looking at the gray-haired old man in front of me, I couldn't help feeling sad and funny.

"What else can she say? Isn't it just to ask you to help your second aunt and the others?" Grandma said, "You can wait until you have lunch. If you feel uncomfortable, you can go back to school first." All right?"

"Okay, I'll listen to you."

Unexpectedly, at noon, Mu Cheng also came.

His arrival allowed Second Aunt to find a backbone, and kept hinting to Mu Cheng that if it wasn't for me, Yan Shuang would not have gone to jail.

Mu Cheng just listened to her with a smile, occasionally looked at me, and just nodded slightly.

Didn't expect that Yan Shuang, who was so bitter and mean, could find someone as generous as Mu Cheng?
Even my grandfather felt a little indebted to Mu Cheng, so that when he asked something about the inscription, as long as it was not particularly important, my grandfather would explain it to him.

Because of Yan Shuang, I really felt uncomfortable staying at home, but I didn't want to urge Yan Shuyuan and the others, so I had to walk slowly towards Uncle Liao's house alone.

When I arrived, Uncle Liao was sitting on a recliner, holding a leaf fan that can be seen everywhere, shaking it from time to time.

And Yan Shuyuan was sitting on the stone table under the tree, copying something.

But Zhang Wanmo was nowhere to be seen.

When I stepped forward, Uncle Liao was still and seemed to be asleep, "Where's Zhang Wanmo?" I asked softly.

"In the room, go and have a look." Yan Shuyuan said without raising his head.

What he copied seemed to be some talisman paper, which looked different from what Zhang Wanmo had drawn.

I saw that he really didn't have time to talk to me, so I walked into the room.

It’s the first time I’ve entered Uncle Liao’s house. As soon as I enter the door, it’s a living room. There’s a table inside. The person lying on the table is Zhang Wanmo. Zhang Wanmo’s hands are also some talisman papers, but he’s already fallen asleep lying on his stomach. .

"Zhang Wanmo?"

"Huh?" The cry woke him up.

He immediately sat upright, and then drew a stroke hard. This stroke made him wake up from the sleepy state immediately.

"It's over! It's useless!" Zhang Wanmo felt distressed holding the useless drawing, "Do you know that waking me up so suddenly will scare people to death!"

It turned out that Uncle Liao asked them to write the talisman papers, because now the ghosts in the underworld don't know how many are left outside.

In case of encounter, it is better to have a precaution.

After dinner, Uncle Liao couldn't live in his small house, so Du Ai drove us back to the county seat.

It was already twelve o'clock in the evening when I got to the apartment, and I was exhausted.

Lie on the bed and fall asleep almost instantly.

The next day, I was about to remove the camera at the door, but unexpectedly, I found a strange video.

At about twelve o'clock last night, Mu Cheng was next door to me and went to Yan Shuyuan.

I took a closer look at the screen, and there were indeed only two people. What about Zhang Wanmo, who was in the same room?
When I was having breakfast, I took advantage of Yan Shuyuan's time to go to the toilet and asked Zhang Wanmo what happened last night. I didn't know that Zhang Wanmo, like me, fell asleep as soon as I got home, so I didn't know what happened next.

It seems that Yan Shuyuan deliberately concealed it from us, otherwise, if something really happened, he would definitely wake up Zhang Wanmo.

"What's wrong?" Maybe it was Yan Shuyuan who came back and saw me with wrong eyes and asked.

"It's okay, go to the mall after eating, and buy all the things you need for school."

"it is good."

Originally, I planned to go back to live in the school next semester, but I thought that if there was news of other ghosts in the grave mountain, it would not be so convenient for me to get out of the school, so I gave up this idea.

When we returned to the apartment again, Shen Siyu and Zhang Qiang who were opposite were also planning to go back to school.

"Chen Xing! You are back!" Shen Siyu was also very happy to see me, and came forward to hug me involuntarily.

After leaving Jiang Ke, I haven't been treated so warmly for a long time.

"Yeah." I nodded, "You guys will also report back to school tomorrow, right?"

"Yes." Shen Siyu nodded, "I just went out to pick up Zhang Qiang!"

"Hey, why didn't Jiang Ke come back with you?" Zhang Qiang also asked from the side.

"Coco is dead."

"died?!"

Both Shen Siyu and Zhang Qiang couldn't believe it. They still went to school and had dinner together before the holiday.

After getting this news, everyone fell into a negative state.

"Go ahead, what are you doing standing here?" Yan Shuyuan pushed me into the room, stood at the door and motioned for Shen Siyu and Zhang Qiang to come in together.

I only told part of what happened to Jiang Ke, and let them know the general idea.

"By the way, Chen Xing, you have such good conditions, do you want to consider taking part-time jobs?" Zhang Qiang talked about part-time jobs in order to change the subject.

"What nonsense are you talking about! How could Chen Xing have a part-time job in his free time." Shen Siyu kicked Zhang Qiang.

I really envy the way they get along.

"What part-time job? Tell me?" I had no idea, but Zhang Wanmo seemed very interested.

As the heir to the Heavenly Master's Mansion, he is not short of money, but he can't stand the old Heavenly Master not giving him money.

"It's in the building next to our school. They are asked to be mannequins. Both men and women are welcome, but the height and figure requirements are a bit strict. It costs 300 yuan an hour."

"300 an hour?" Not only Zhang Wanmo, but even I was a little shocked.

You know, in 13 and 14, my living expenses in college were only 200 yuan a week, and this 300 yuan could be used as my living expenses for more than a week.

"Is it true? Is the salary of mannequins so high now?"

"Really, some of my classmates have already been there." Zhang Qiang nodded, "But it's not just to let you stand there, but to paint you on your body with paint, and then spread it on a white sheet. On the paper, the person on the white paper will be exactly like you, such a portrait is almost like a 3D printed one!"

The more Zhang Qiang talked, the more excited he became.

Hearing what Zhang Qiang said, I thought of two words - rubbing.

(End of this chapter)