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Quan Wei woke up and looked at the time, it was already 10 o'clock.

His recent work and rest are extremely chaotic, he stays up late at night and wakes up in the morning, which is very unfavorable for starting various careers, such as being a qualified real estate speculator, renter, or even expanding his career path.

Quan Wei never had anything in his dreams, so he had more mental activities during the day. The first thought he had when he woke up today was Yang Zhen's "eloquent talk" about reviving the dead body.

The industrious roommate had already been on shift for half a day, Quan Wei tidied herself up in a complicated mood, hesitated for two seconds between going back to her own room and Yang Zhen's bedroom, and entered someone else's room without saying hello.

First of all, Yang Zhen didn't close the door, and secondly, when he twisted his waist, Yang Zhen also entered his room when he fell asleep, and he came in as if it was even.

There are not many things in Yang Zhen's bedroom, and you can take a panoramic view at a glance. There are no decorations or ornaments. The most eye-catching thing is the calligraphy and paintings on the wall.

The roster was quietly pasted on the wall, and the second vertical line was Zhang Shuyu's information. Quan Wei's eyes rolled from "employee" to "pawn", feeling particularly uncomfortable.

He still doesn't believe Yang Zhen's words today, but a person who has given up his ID card and set his virtual body as dead, and looking at the other people on the roster, all of them are blessings of longevity and a hundred years of life. Even more miserable.

Quan Wei didn't count them one by one, but there are a lot of people on the list. Even if he really wanted to write a novel, he didn't see any author who would name everyone in a small shop. He was very curious about who Yang Zhen was. What's wrong, I also want to know, but for a while, the dog gnaws on the hedgehog and has nowhere to eat.

For mysterious things, you have to ask the person who talks about it. The second uncle of Sanqing Fengzhuo is the first choice in Quan Wei's mind. He went back to his room to get the phone, and immediately called the old man.

The old man had little sleep, so he got up early every day. When the second uncle received the call, he happened to be at the Jianmen Flower and Bird Market, less than 2 miles away from Quan Wei's home. Quan Wei asked the old man to wait for him and change his clothes. It's over.

Yang Zhen lived in Quan Wei's house on the first day, went out to buy at noon and saw the road signs of the market, at that time, he thought he would go shopping when he had time, who knew that he hadn't made it after so long, but Quan Wei had no intention of doing so , first he took a step here to observe the light.

Jianmen’s business model is a bit like Panjiayuan’s second-hand goods market in the imperial capital, but it’s smaller and has more miscellaneous items. Even Dutch mice on windmills are sold. The Sansheng Ghost Street where the master lives.

There are no ghosts in Ghost Street. On the contrary, it is still a classified old book street. The two-meter-wide green brick road is opposite to each other. In fact, there are mostly fakes and real ones, it depends on what kind of eyes the buyer has.

Uncle Zhang Qi was among the bookstalls. He didn’t sell books, but just helped old friends look at the stalls, but half of the people who stopped in front of his booth were not to buy books.

Zhang Qi is an old physiognomist, well-known in the circle of spectators in Qingshan City. It is said that his right eye without a vitreous body can see the past life and the present life. This special function is obviously deified, but most of the time he is very accurate .

But Zhang Qi doesn't like to look at others, he has lived alone all his life, and the woman he fell in love with died young, and he can't even tell if it means that people's fortune is ruined by fortune.

When Quan Wei saw him, the old man was wrapped in a military overcoat and sitting on a folded ponytail to drive away people.

"If you don't want to read it, why are you deaf than me, a junior! The more you insist, the more I will annoy you, and I won't show it to you. Hurry up, ah, don't get in the way of my business."

Quan Wei went to him to spread the money and knelt down, pretending to be a buyer, flipping through a blue leather bound book to inquire: "Boss, how do you sell this?"

When Zhang Qi saw that it was him, he suppressed his anger and laughed again: "Your boy has not been seen for half a month, why do you suddenly think of looking for me?"

"I'll come and see you when I miss you," Quan Weifa said obediently, "What else can it be?"

Zhang Qiren was not blind, so he scolded him with a smile: "Forget it, if you have something to say, hurry up, before I can hear you."

Quan Wei, who was in the crowd, couldn't talk to him at all, so he insisted on taking a step to speak.It happened that he didn't have breakfast, and Zhang Qi had a special liking for the sesame seed cakes outside the market. The two locked up the valuable books, and left the leftovers with clearly marked prices on the stalls, asking the left and right bosses to look after them. Yes, slowly blending into the crowd.

Ten minutes later, the two of them sat in the ancient-style mosaic biscuit shop, pouring tea and water in a doggy manner, while narrating Yang Zhen's situation in an "incognito" manner.

"Uncle, I have a friend who looks as normal as me on the surface, but insists that he is a resurrection, not the name on the ID card, and he speaks with a nose and eyes. You are always in your circle, and you have encountered this kind of person. or something like that?"

Zhang Qi took a sip of big-leaf tea, and there were many similar situations. He also met a little girl who claimed to be the reincarnation of Daji, who dressed herself up in a particularly vicious way, but he didn't answer directly, but suddenly used pale words inappropriately. His right eye fixed on Quan Wei: "You mean the friend you brought to the shop last time, right?"

Quan Wei was startled, thinking that this uncle really has two scary brushes, he said in horror: "You know now? You can't tell that his soul is not right?"

During the moment when the old man was silent, Yang Zhen's words seemed to become credible in Quan Wei's mind because of the shock.

Zhang Qi couldn't tell him, whether they are good at learning or not is second to none, the most important thing is to keep your mouth shut. The category he learned is called "dumb gold". People ask, no matter how close you are with bad manners, you will be blocked for life.

The old man said perfunctorily, "Do you need to look at it? Do you think you have many friends?"

Quan Wei couldn't refute, the hallucinations he had just had disappeared in an instant, and he asked up and down: "Then do you think what he said is credible? Or should I take him to see a brain department?"

Zhang Qi blew away the tea leaves, and the water vapor evaporated in front of his eyebrows, giving people a feeling of being invisible. He said with a smile, "You really care about your friend."

"No," Quan smiled shamelessly, "I'm just these two friends, I don't cherish waiting for someone to run away, and there's nowhere to cry."

"Then why don't you take him to see the brain department?" Zhang Qi finished speaking, and he was silent for a while with lowered eyebrows, and then added, "But if you have time, let him go to my yard, don't follow him. Come."

Don't go back and figure out that Chou Yinmao is a mean, and no one will tell him what he means, so what's the point of him running this way?

Quan Wei frowned unwillingly, but finally obediently agreed, before satisfying his curiosity, he hoped that Yang Zhen would be healthy and normal.

After sending Zhang Qi back to the booth, Quan Wei walked through the antiques area, and saw a broken abacus among many items that even sold the teacher's phone, and the scene of Yang Zhen crying in his studio suddenly jumped into the In his mind, Quan Wei immediately fell into a paradoxical situation again.

On the one hand, he believes that Yang Zhen has mental problems, but every time he sees and hears something that makes him feel that what this person said is the truth.

Now Quan Wei listens to his inner feelings, assuming that what Yang Zhen said is true, then how did Zhang Shuyu die?Which dynasty did he live in?How did he adapt to this strange society just by passing through in such an original way?

It must be very difficult... If you live a smooth and happy life, you won't be tempted by an abacus.

If it was false, the conclusion would be the same. Yang Zhen developed hysteria due to excessive pressure.

Love him can't just talk about it, Yang Zhen wanted to save money for him when it was so difficult, Quan Wei reciprocated, and drove directly to An Yu's store.

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Yang Zhen has read many of Sun Shaoning's masterpieces online out of the courtesy of his friends.

As a sharp troll, Sun Shaoning's determination to kill him and not build a foundation for the real estate market is on the screen. He would never come to buy a house. Yang Zhen felt that it was Quan Wei who came out. He was not surprised at all when he came out and saw the deity, just a little bit Curious: "How did you come here?"

He didn't meet face-to-face in the morning, and he was still a little uneasy, afraid that Quan Wei would change his face after waking up. At this time, seeing his expression was natural, he pursed his lips and smiled like a fool after speaking.

Quan Wei said nonsense: "Come to ask why you didn't buy me breakfast."

If Sun Shaoning was the target of these words, Quan Wei would definitely be told, "You are not the little wife of the domineering president", and Yang Zhen is not his parents, it's a matter of affection, no matter what he doesn't have the right to ask. Wild scatterers have crossed the border.

However, Yang Zhen's feeling of not distinguishing between each other drew a big cake and said: "I don't have time, I will buy it for you tomorrow."

"Just kidding you," Quan Wei said with a smile, "I believe it, I'm here to find you to rent a house."

Yang Zhen narrowed his eyes, not realizing what he wanted to do: "Rent or lease? Which house?"

Someone was poking around behind the wall, including girls and men. Quan glanced at it slightly, put his arm around Yang Zhen's shoulder and led him outside: "Do you have a cigarette? Get me one, and I'll tell you outside."

He has recently fallen in love with moving his hands and feet, especially the movement of shoulders, which can make people feel possessive.

Brother will take you and go east as you say.

Yang Zhen didn't know that he was swelling, so he smoked a cigarette for him, and took the lighter to light it up.

Smoking was one of Quan Wei's excuses, he just felt that talking to Yang Zhen, the idlers were waiting to join in the fun, he took the cigarette and hung it on his ear, waved his hand to signal not to fire, and took out the positive form to tell Yang Zhen Business: "The lease is the two sets that are to be rented to Uncle Li and Ms. Qin."

Yang Zhen was at a loss for a moment, he agreed to save him money, or signed directly without going through an intermediary?

He euphemistically recounted the content of the previous conversation, and then heard Quan Wei say: "You will suffer when I take advantage of you, there is no one who treats your own people like this, the last answer is that I didn't care, I have already reflected on it. "

As he said that, he stretched out his fist and punched Yang Zhen's shoulder: "Good luck with the bill, are you happy?"

The man didn't use any force at all, but Yang Zhen felt the strength on his shoulders shaking his heart. He was stunned for a moment, then suddenly grabbed Quan Wei's arm and pulled it towards him, and at the same time bumped into it with his body, his two chests collided instantly Together.

When he meets someone who won't let his friends suffer, then...Yang Zhen can't get married, and he can't afford to marry. He thought about it during this wave of emotional encouragement, and felt that he could only follow.

Cowardly people are not qualified to have love, because they will be preempted by brave people.

"Happy," Yang Zhen couldn't think of any publicity or intimacy anymore, and said a little confused, "I'll call you and treat you to hot pot."

Quan Wei couldn't help laughing at the two rhymes: "You ancient people are so 6, can you export it as poetry?"

"This is not a poem." Yang Zhen paused for a moment, but still killed his reserved heart, "This is a dinner invitation, is it a favor, boss?"

Quan Wei couldn't ask for more: "Reward, I'll give you all the face, I don't want it anymore."

The two people on this side were happily holding their stinky feet, while Qin Ruxu on the other side was slapped by Wang Li's wife at the scene of signing the contract.