I'm a thousand years older than you

As soon as the summer solstice passed, the temperature in Xijing City rose at a perceivable speed.

The scorching sun was in the sky, and the bare concrete floor made the sun burn like a piece of charcoal, and I felt hot under my feet through the soles of my shoes.Apart from true love, the only ones who can go out in this kind of weather are hard-working salesmen.

Xiao Liu from the intermediary company wiped his sweaty forehead and knocked on a closed wooden door again.

This is his eighth time here.I have never seen a more shameless real estate agent than myself, but he couldn't stand the buyer's stubbornness, and spent a lot of money to ask Xiao Liu to complete this order for him.

I don't know what kind of material the wooden door is made of, but it looks very high-end whether it looks at it or knocks on it.

After a while, the door opened. He hurriedly straightened his collar, bowed slightly, and said with a smile on his face, "Oh, Steward Fang, do you still remember me? Look..."

When what appeared in his sight was not Steward Fang's good-tempered face, but a young face, he subconsciously shut up.

The young man looked like he was in his 20s, and he looked like a movie star. He had a polite smile in his eyes, but he had a "fuck off" air.

Xiao Liu came here a few times before, and was used to being dismissed by the master's housekeeper every time. Now seeing a strange face, he couldn't help but get nervous.

He swallowed a mouthful of saliva: "Hi, I'm Liu Ming from Youjia Real Estate. Are you the owner of this house?"

"Hmm." The man lazily leaned against the door, and his voice sounded indescribably sweet, "What do you want?"

"It's like this. I also told your housekeeper before. I have a guest who wants to buy your house. He said that he passed by one day and saw that this house is very eye-catching. I entrusted me to come and ask, do you have any questions?" Do you intend to sell? The price is very negotiable." Xiao Liu has said this seven or eight times, and he can recite it fluently.

"Sorry." The man raised his eyelids slightly, and the words rhymed, "The old ancestral house is neither rented nor sold."

Xiao Liu didn't have any hope at first, and after hearing this, he wanted to say goodbye politely, but he heard the man ask him, "Have you been here eight times?"

"Yes, this is the ninth time." He smiled wryly, thinking that the other party thought he was pestering others, and excused himself a few words, "Customers are not easy to mess with. If we don't run back and forth, we feel that we haven't done our best."

The man smiled at him, and said in a low voice, "I have an idea, you go back and tell him, and make sure he won't force it anymore."

"What way?" If Xiao Liu were a rabbit, his ears would be turned upright at ninety degrees right now.

"Go and tell him..." The man paused every word, "This is a haunted house."

"You...you don't mind?" Xiao Liu stared.It was the first time I saw someone so generously pouring dirty water on his house. If he wanted to sell it in the future, how would he sell it?

"Then you tell him that as long as he lives in, this place will immediately become a haunted house."

The deterrent power of this sentence was obviously higher than that of the previous sentence. The man's voice was smiling, but his eyes were serious, which made Xiao Liu get goosebumps all over his body.

And after the man left the creepy words, he turned around and closed the wooden door, and thanked the guests behind closed doors.

In the end, Xiao Liu returned to the intermediary and dialed the buyer's phone with a bitter face. Of course, he couldn't relay the man's words, so he simply made up a murder case of a mansion in the 80s to the buyer vividly.

After closing the door, Wen Zihe walked to the swing in the yard, waved away a big rooster with a flowery tail that had been squatting on it for a long time, and lay down like a dove occupying a magpie's nest.

Judging by the smoothness of this movement, he should have done this kind of thing before.

The chicken dared not speak out, and ran away with small steps. After running a few steps, it was picked up by one hand and held in its arms.

While stroking the hair on the back of the rooster's neck, the visitor said to Wen Zihe, who closed his eyes and rested his mind, "Our young master is indeed very imposing. The new official took office three fires, and the first fire burned an intermediary errand."

Wen Zihe waved his hand and said modestly, "I dare not be that."

Duan Yuming wanted to choke him, but he didn't expect him to be able to climb up the pole, but he was used to arguing with each other, so he didn't care: "Speaking of which, you've been a new official for three or four days, and I, an old official, should do the same." Let's go. The leisure time will not be long."

"Going back to be your heir of the monster clan, and arguing with the monster clan is not as interesting as being here." Wen Zihe smiled, "Since you are so reluctant, why don't you go back and stay in Xijing? Take it easy, too."

Duan Yuming glanced at this man, and saw him lying on the swing frame, eyes half-closed, with a relaxed expression, making one feel that he was not here to hand over work, but to go on vacation.

"This is the old stall you left behind. No matter how much I miss you, I have to return it to you." Duan Yuming refused, and then said, "In the past three years since you left, Young Master Lu has been normal. Among the people around him, There is no power of the demon clan."

Wen Zihe was originally looking like he was about to fall asleep, but when he heard this name, he opened his eyes subconsciously, then he half-closed his eyes again, and replied vaguely: "Hmm."

It was obvious that he didn't want to discuss work, but Duan Yuming didn't know who he was, and said directly: "I didn't go to him like you did before. After all, he has grown up now, unlike when he was a child, he could be deceived by you and become a good friend. I We can only send people to watch him from a distance, and make sure that there is no evil spirit on him every now and then."

"It's been 21 years, and he hasn't changed much. It's so boring to stare at him." Wen Zihe reached out and grabbed a small flower bud from the flower vine, and played with it, "When can I retire?"

Duan Yuming glared at this unmotivated person: "Can you show some face? At your age, you want to retire and let those old things in our family go out and work hard?"

Seeing that he was in a hurry, Wen Zihe threw the flower bud in his hand, and said with a smile, "You're kidding. That thing slipped away under my nose, so I will naturally stay here, waiting to send it back to the grave with my own hands." That day."

"Three years ago, why did you leave? The old man asked me to take over for you." Duan Yuming asked bluntly.

Wen Zihe seemed to be asked all of a sudden, and he cleared his throat before speaking: "Didn't you tell me that I was injured?"

"Come on, who can hurt you in Xijing?" Duan Yuming rolled his eyes at him, "You don't want to mention the reason for leaving, and I won't force you. However, now that the old man is not in good health, there will inevitably be turmoil within the Yaozu. Go back. If at this juncture, there is something wrong with Mr. Lu's body, then the scene 1000 years ago may have to reappear."

"I know." Wen Zihe answered seriously this time, wanting to reassure this friend who is worried about the world, and said softly, "I will take a good look at him."

Duan Yuming is aware of Wen Zihe's unambiguous nature, seeing him say this, he is relieved: "In my opinion, the thing on him has been lurking for 21 years, and there is no movement. There is a big wave. But you can’t say it dead, maybe one day the situation will turn upside down. Zihe, since you are back, you can go to his side like before? First, it is easy to deal with things, and second, you get along more than ten times Years, you will have some feelings, right? You can catch up with him when you go back."

It was rare for Wen Zihe to be silent. He looked away and seemed to lose his focus for a while, before speaking: "Actually, I went to the street yesterday and met Lu's mother. After chatting for a while, she invited me to her house for dinner."

When Duan Yuming heard this, excitement flashed in his eyes: "Isn't that just right! God-sent opportunity!"

Wen Zihe: "..."

I always feel that Duan Yuming's expression is weird at the moment, as if he is eager to pack him up and send him to Lu's house immediately.

The Lu family...why doesn't he want to go back and have a look?

However, thinking of that young man, he still had a hurdle in his heart.

"Let me think about it again. Find an appropriate reason to go back, so it shouldn't make people feel awkward." Wen Zihe said.

Duan Yuming nodded: "That's right, with your nonsense skills, what proper reason can't be found? I'm very relieved. You will come to the door tomorrow, and you must use sweet words to trick Mr. Lu into resuming the old friendship with you, and then continue Staying with him, uh, peeping."

"Get lost." Wen Zihe scolded, "You've been doing things like peeping for three years, okay?"

This scolding did not cause any reaction from Duan Yuming, but the chicken that had been pecking at the side stiffened for a moment.It couldn't understand the meaning of the joke in the master's words, but when the master was angry, his feet were stiff for a while, and his round eyes stared, hesitantly glanced in the direction of the master.

"It seems to be very afraid of me." Wen Zihe was thoughtful.

"At the beginning, it stayed at my house, and the old man served him delicious food and drinks. It didn't hesitate to run away from home and come to you. Let it suffer a little bit, it should. But don't abuse it all day long, the old man will feel bad Duan Yuming looked around the courtyard and found that the only place to sit was Wen Zihe, so he walked over, "Don't tell me, your yard is dilapidated and you have a chicken. It's a bit like a small village."

"I'm not an elegant person in the first place. All my life, I just want to idle around and eat wild cranes, and wait to die." Wen Zihe didn't seem to mind his evaluation at all. "When Xijing's business is over, I will go to retire."

Duan Yuming saw that he repeatedly mentioned pension, so he tried a sentence: "If it is me who succeeds in the future, you..."

Wen Zihe didn't seem to be able to detect the deep meaning in his words, and said with a smile: "It's best for you to succeed. When the time comes, don't forget to give me a free job."

Duan Yuming sighed.

Although he had a friendship with Wen Zihe for thousands of years, he still often felt that he couldn't see through this person, and he didn't know which words this person said were true and which were false.Sometimes he even thought, if one day he really sat in the most prominent position in the Yaozu, would this person still be by his side?

He felt that Wen Zihe was like a dog that couldn't be fed well and couldn't be kept on a leash, and would run away without a trace.

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