On the Harmonious Life of Ghost Gong

"Where did you get my phone number from?"

He Yizhi lowered his voice as he walked out, a little unhappy.

There was silence on the other side of the phone for a while, as if a little hurt, but Liao Tianhong quickly replied: "Of course I have my own way, let's not talk about this, can we come out and play together on Sunday?"

"No." He Yizhi quickly refused.

On the other side of the phone, Liao Tianhong's eyes widened in disbelief, and he almost strangled the phone to death.

He had never talked to anyone so nicely before, and he still begged him to come out to play, but in the end, he refused?Why?

Liao Tianhong subconsciously picked up a mirror from the table, looked at a handsome young man reflected on it, and then patted his elastic and young face with his hands.

That's right, he is very handsome. In order to ask He Yizhi to come out, he even had to pluck up his courage with a shy face and practiced his lines several times.

But why was it rejected?

"Is it because I caused you to be scolded by the teaching director last time, so you dislike me?" Liao Tianhong's voice suddenly felt aggrieved: "I really didn't think so much at the time. As compensation, I will go wherever you want to play." Can you please, can you?"

"No, I don't have time."

He Yizhi's refusal was still straightforward, such a straightforward refusal directly hit Liao Tianhong's self-confidence.

"Why, why?" Liao Tianhong couldn't help standing up anxiously, and said the secret that was pressed in his heart, "Actually, there is something I have always wanted to tell you. Didn't I ask you about your horoscope before? I will calculate it later." After a while, you are me..."

"Beep, beep, beep—"

The phone is hung up.

Liao Tianhong's entire expression seemed to be struck by lightning, petrified in place.

Liao Tianhong shook his finger, and the newly purchased mobile phone fell to the ground with a "bang", countless fine lines exploded on the screen.

Standing beside him was an old butler in a black and white suit. He had watched Liao Tianhong grow up since he was a child, and he rarely saw his young master look so desperate, as if his soul had been hollowed out.

The old butler couldn't help asking silently: "Young Master Liao, are you alright?"

Liao Tianhong burst into tears and threw himself into the sofa: "Do I seem to be okay? Of course there is something wrong!"

"..." The old butler looked at Liao Tianhong, who had been wronged into a ball, and suddenly had a feeling of seeing the young master who was five or six years old and couldn't eat a lollipop, and he was so pitiful.

Soon, Liao Tianhong slammed the sofa hard, and said angrily, "Damn it, that idiot who touches porcelain dares to reject me!"

"..." Sweat dripped from the old housekeeper's forehead, looking at the young master who seemed to have changed his face, he couldn't help but wonder what kind of girl the young master is looking for?

"Uncle Zhang, don't you think I'm handsome, my family background is not good, and my tone is not good?"

Liao Tianhong sat up abruptly from the sofa, pointed at his face with his finger, and was so anxious to have a face appraisal.

He grew up being flattered by others since he was a child, and it was the first time he asked someone out to play in such a humble manner, and what happened!

If it was before, Liao Tianhong wouldn't bother to show courteousness to others, and it was still to a man.

But he did a calculation and found that He Yizhi's horoscope was the noble person he was destined to be, and he was also related to him by marriage.

He has been single for 20 years and finally has a partner. Naturally, there is no reason to let him go. Now that He Yizhi has rejected him, Liao Tianhong feels very complicated, and wonders if he has behaved too much in front of He Yizhi before. Worse.

In the same way, he also clearly realized that He Yizhi was supposed to be his man, so naturally he had to take him down early.

And since the last escape from the tomb, Liao Tianhong found that his luck was indeed much better.

In the past, his car could always break down once a week, but recently it only broke down once a month. He no longer clogs his teeth when drinking water, and he no longer trips over stones when he walks.

"This...young master, you're pretty good, that's..." Butler Zhang said silently beside him, "Is your way of chasing girls too straightforward?"

"No, Xiao Dong told me that when chasing someone, you have to be enthusiastic and proactive without hesitation. If you are slow to start, you will be snatched away by others."

Liao Tianhong said solemnly, when it came to this, he remembered the little boy who had a close relationship with He Yizhi before, and suddenly the alarm bells rang in his heart——

What is the relationship between Zhou Changmo and He Yizhi?

When Liao Tianhong thought that He Yizhi was his destined person but had such a close relationship with other people, he suddenly felt mixed feelings.

But at the time, he didn't know and watched helplessly, and now he feels like being cuckolded. The point is that he and He Yizhi are not even friends now, and he doesn't even have the ability to compete with the little boy.

Liao Tianhong was even more irritable, fidgeting on the spot, and suddenly thought of something later.

"By the way, he doesn't want to hang out with me, so I can go find him!"

"..."

Seeing his young master plunge into the river of passionate love, the old butler didn't know how to persuade him, so he could only silently rub the sweat on his forehead, thinking that it's good to be young.

He Yizhi, who didn't know that he was missed, has already returned to the dormitory.

After playing basketball, He Yizhi's body was covered with hot sweat. He went to the bathroom to take a shower immediately. When he came out, he was refreshed and his hair was still stained with water. He was immediately hugged on the back .

It's hot in summer now, but it's cool when the other party sticks to his body, like a mobile air conditioner.

However, He Yizhi's body was a little stiff, and he felt a little uneasy in his heart. After a long time, he murmured: "Well, I will only turn eighteen next month, so don't..."

"En." Zhou Changmo responded in a low voice.

Which pot is not opened and which pot should I lift?

As soon as He Yizhi finished speaking, he realized that his words were too suggestive. He felt as if he was deliberately inviting him, so he blushed and did not speak.

No, he has to stick to his own ideas, he is the one who wants to attack, how can he be so cowardly?

Thinking of this, He Yizhi straightened his back suddenly, and then he heard Zhou Changmo breathe heavily in his ear, and couldn't help but his body went limp again.

"When it's your birthday, I'll give you a special gift." The other party's voice was gentle and soft. I don't know if it was an illusion, but it had a different meaning.

"What gift?" He Yizhi's eyes lighted up slightly, but Zhou Changmo deliberately held back his appetite.

Instead, the other party changed the subject: "By the way, who was it that called you just now?"

"..." He Yizhi's heart tightened, but he replied quickly: "Ah, it's just a friend."

After He Yizhi reacted, he realized that he had lied subconsciously, but after he thought about it carefully, with Zhou Changmo's character, it was impossible for him to tell Liao Tianhong, after all, he had seen Zhou Changmo's uncertain emotions.

What's more, he was completely unaware of the phone call Liao Tianhong made to him. Thinking about it this way, He Yizhi felt much more relaxed, but felt that the chill on his body was even heavier.

"so."

Zhou Changmo lowered his eyes, he was always keen, how could he fail to notice He Yizhi's intentional movement of walking away when he answered the phone, but he didn't ask.

It's not that they don't ask, but some answers, maybe they shouldn't know, especially when they just confirmed their relationship.

When the two were silent, He Yizhi couldn't help but think of Zhou Changmo's abnormal words when eating durian cake today.

What do you mean he doesn't like durian, and what do you mean by his favorite taste?

When Zhou Changmo spoke, he looked at him with burning and gentle eyes. Was he looking at him, or was he looking at someone else through him?

He Yizhi was not sure, the dream in the tomb was destined to become a big question in his mind.

So much so that he couldn't help linking the housekeeper Zhou and Zhou Changmo in his dream. If this was the case, the answer might not be pleasant.

He didn't want to think about it or even analyze why Zhou Changmo liked him.

"Go take a shower, I'll do my homework first." He Yizhi moved his lips and said, and then he took the other person's arms around his waist apart little by little until the two were completely separated.

"..." Zhou Changmo glanced at the other party, and there seemed to be a hint of disappointment in his eyes.

In the end, Zhou Changmo went to the bathroom. When He Yizhi was doing his homework, he stopped writing and was a little distracted.

Speaking of the tomb, He Yizhi thought of the brocade box he had picked up earlier, which contained some jewelry and jade bracelets of good quality. How to deal with it was also a big problem.

At this time, the phone vibrated, and He Yizhi took it out and glanced at it.

The little head who sells talisman paper: "Hello, the yellow paper has arrived. If you are satisfied, please give a five-star review. In addition, you are welcome to come to Antique Street, where you can buy and sell various items, and there are also special appraisers. "

Marshal He said: "Okay, I'll be there on Saturday."

He Yizhi's heart moved slightly, and he had a faint plan - isn't this a good place to deal with that brocade box?

He Yizhi, who is so absorbed in studying, drawing symbols and playing basketball, has so little time.

The two were supposed to be in a passionate relationship, although there were not a lot of intimacy at all, He Yizhi always felt that something was missing.

The relationship between two people tends to be long-term, and sometimes getting along in some details is not as good as expected.

For example, there was another box of pastries on the table, and He Yizhi felt a little headache when he saw it—he was really tired of eating.

At the beginning, He Yizhi would take it home, but He's father and He's mother liked to eat this kind of court cake, or secretly distributed it to classmates, but later on, He Yizhi felt that there was no other way.

"People's tastes will always change, you don't have to be so troublesome to bring me food." He Yizhi said tactfully.

"Well, then I'll give you something else next time." Zhou Changmo responded lightly.

"..." He Yizhi was a little tired, even if he took him to eat some hot and spicy mutton skewers, these sweet and greasy little girls love to eat, I really can't bear it after a long time.

As a result, it was replaced with something else the next day, but it was still not to He Yizhi's taste.

It wasn't until this time that He Yizhi finally realized what was missing.

Zhou Changmo never seems to ask what he likes to eat, but what he thinks he likes to eat, like a habit that has been maintained for many years, which makes He Yizhi very uncomfortable.

Fortunately, it was finally the holiday. When He Yizhi was walking on the road with the pastry box, he finally stopped in place and did not move.

"It's not good for me to be like this."

He Yizhi hesitated for two seconds, thinking that his parents were tired of eating these pastries, and he was also tired of sending them back and forth.

Once he suggested to Zhou Changmo not to do it, but the other party would show extremely depressed mood.

He Yizhi remembered that after mentioning that time, Zhou Changmo's eyes dimmed. At that time, He Yizhi felt that he was a heartless person. He immediately changed his words, thinking that Zhou Changmo should continue to deliver.

In the end, He Yizhi stood in front of a nearby trash can, threw the box of pastries into it, turned and left expressionlessly.

Little did he know that after he left, a silent shutter sounded in the grass.

Xicheng Antique Street.

As soon as you step in, you will see an endless market. The trees above your head are so lush that it is a size enough for three or four people to hug. Then there are various shops on both sides of the street. After bypassing the alley, the market All of a sudden it was much quieter.

This is a shop that specializes in selling all kinds of strange things. There are yellow paper cultural relics. There are stalls and fortune tellers sitting in the corner. One of the plaques is covered with dust. He Yizhi looked at it for a long time before he could see the name of the shop. .

Is this really reliable?

After He Yizhi walked in, he saw a man lying drowsy on the old man's chair, with an extremely youthful face, wearing a plain gown.

He Yizhi silently lowered his head and sent a message to the seller with his mobile phone, and then saw the person's hand "ding", and the other person jumped up suddenly.

The little head who sells talisman paper: "Hello dear, what's the matter?"

The handsome He family said, "I'm right in front of you."

The little boss who sells talisman paper: "..."

The man saw He Yizhi at this time, and subconsciously touched the sack at his feet, squinted his eyes behind him as if he recognized it, and yelled loudly.

"Ah!" Yu Yuan's eyes showed surprise, "Aren't you the one who tied me to the tree before?"

"If I read correctly just now, you want to set me up again?" He Yizhi felt that the other party was very unreliable.

At this time, Yu Yuan finally recognized He Yizhi as the master who was not short of money in his imagination, and he was naturally shocked, and soon his attitude changed drastically.

Although Yu Yuanji hated He Yi for tying him to a tree last time, which made him toss for a long time, but when he thought that the other party might have a lot of ghost charms in his hand, he couldn't make things difficult for the baby.

"No, you don't know what you're wearing. Every time I almost suffer from an occupational disease." Yu Yuan's eyes lit up, "Let's not talk about that, you brought the talisman paper, let me see?"

"Look, here is one, you set a price first."

"Well, you are really a ghost talisman. I have opened this shop for many years and have never received a ghost talisman with such sufficient Yin energy."

Yu Yuan seemed to know a lot about this, so he set a price later on, and the two discussed for a while before deciding on the price, and then He Yizhi sold [-] copies, at [-] each.

It was a credit card transfer transaction on the spot, and a few zeros appeared on the account balance after a while, and He Yizhi still felt a little dazed.

"Yu Yuan, are you here today?"

Soon, a voice came from behind the screen, and a young man also wearing a long gown came out. The man was tall, with slightly mediocre facial features, but his eyes projected a light that seemed to be able to see into people's hearts.

"Horse face, I collected a hundred talismans today, it will be convenient for us to catch ghosts in the future... Ouch."

Yu Yuan was suddenly pinched by the other party, and suddenly realized that he seemed to be talking too much nonsense.

When Ma Mian walked towards He Yizhi, he sized him up, and then pointed to the antiques on the surrounding cabinets.

Ma Mian said: "There are quite a lot of things here. If you like something, you can buy some. We also collect antiques here."

The person who came this time seemed much more reliable. He Yizhi glanced at it and realized that there were all kinds of antiques in the glass of the closet, such as copper pots with dragon and tiger patterns hollowed out, ancient bronze mirrors, vases, etc. I don't know if it's true or not.

Some antiques still exude a faint golden light, or linger with black air.

He Yizhi didn't expect that there was another world in this dilapidated small shop, with all internal organs. When he was curious about this shop, Yu Yuan and Ma Mian were also staring at him.

"Do you think he looks familiar?" Yu Yuan rubbed his chin and muttered, "Like, like who."

"You ask me who am I asking?" Ma Mian replied.

"Don't you really think so, it was quite a big trouble at the beginning..."

"It's enough to earn a little money here, what do you care about so much? Have you met the standard this month?"

When the two whispered and bit their ears, one of He Yi turned his head, and they fell silent.

He Yizhi vaguely felt that he was being discussed, but the other party's voice was too low to hear clearly, and he could only hear a few words about who he looked like.

At this moment, he had already set his sights on a three-legged tripod with obvious golden light. When his eyes fell on it, a child in white clothes and ancient costume with golden light gradually appeared in the air, and rolled his eyes at him. .

The kid in white thought that He Yizhi couldn't see him, so he made a few faces at him, stretching his face half a meter long, like the long dough in a ramen restaurant.

"Look what you want, mortal."

"Look at you." He Yizhi replied.

"!" The child was so frightened that he rolled down from the tripod, and it took him a long time to climb up, with an expression of disbelief.