The whole world thinks I can exorcise ghosts

However, Pei Guang couldn't last for 5 minutes and suffered a lot. He rubbed his sore eyes and asked Huang Diwen, "At your speed, can you finish writing before going to bed at night?"

"You don't need to go to sleep." Huang Diwen glanced at him, "I can finish writing before dinner."

Pei Guang: "..."

Huang Diwen looked at the two lines he had just finished writing, and frowned. The handwriting was quite regular, but the size was still too big, and he either wrote the top line or the bottom line.

"Your pen is thick." Pei Guang said, "It might be better to change to a thinner pen."

"Really?" Huang Diwen glanced at him suspiciously, found a 0.38 gel pen from his pen bag and wrote a word, then looked at Pei Guang, and turned away before he even opened his mouth. Blushing, "Just pretend I didn't say it."

The size of the characters is still big, but the lines have changed from fat to thin, but the overall shape has not changed.

When Huang Diwen wanted to ask him a few more words, a man with a flower umbrella walked in at the gate of the yard. The red flying eagle on the umbrella was very big, and there were a few big blue characters next to it - you are really mine savior.

Huang Diwen stared at the words and patterns on the umbrella and tried hard to recall for a long time, but he couldn't remember the lines in the advertisement, but the man had already walked under the eaves and took the umbrella away. Only then did Huang Diwen see clearly who he was. Uncle Zhang next door, the umbrella was too low to see his face just now.

"You..." Uncle Zhang weighed the bag in his hand, glanced at Feng Yue and Pei Guang's faces, smiled at them and turned to ask Huang Diwen, "There are guests."

"No." Huang Diwen immediately waved his hands and said, "He came to hide from the rain."

Pei Guang twitched the corners of his mouth in embarrassment, turned to look at Fengyue, but Fengyue showed no embarrassment at all, simply nodded at the uncle and turned away.

"Where's your brother?" Uncle Zhang said, looking inside.

"Here." Song Nan heard the voice coming out of the kitchen, and saw Uncle Zhang's face change, and his expression softened after seeing the bag in his hand, "Who are you?"

"Your aunt cooked too much for lunch, let me get some for your brothers." Uncle Zhang said as he passed the bag over, "Drink the soup while it's hot."

Song Nan stared at the bag close at hand, unable to tell what kind of mood he was in at the moment.

Aunt Zhang has a stomach problem, and there is never any leftovers at home. This is known to the neighbors in the neighborhood. How could it be possible to burn too much?This is extra, needless to say Song Nan also knows what Uncle Zhang means.

Since Huang Dingguo left, Uncle Zhang and Aunt Zhang have helped a lot as neighbors. Song Nan said thank you so many times, and also politely refused. Seeing what Uncle Zhang meant, he didn't care about him at all. 's refusal to take it seriously.

"Hurry up and take it." Uncle Zhang chuckled twice, "I haven't eaten yet, and I'm tired from running to Heishui Bay in the morning."

Song Nan had no choice but to take it. The bag was a bit heavy, and it seemed to be quite heavy.

"You and auntie can just eat by themselves," Song Nan glanced at Pei Guang and the others awkwardly, and seeing that the two of them didn't look at him, he felt a lot more comfortable in his heart, "I can do it." For food, I can’t be hungry.”

"It's about putting more vegetables in the pot." Uncle Zhang waved his hand, glanced at Pei Guang and the two suspiciously, and asked Song Nan in a low voice, "Have you been there this morning?"

Song Nan pondered for a moment and nodded.

"Hey," Uncle Zhang sighed, "Liu Bingcai's son just turned [-] this year, so he just disappeared..." Uncle Zhang seemed to think that the words were boring, and waved his hand and said, "Just take the bowl after eating later. , don’t wash it either.”

Song Nan acted as if he hadn't heard the second half of the sentence, and repeated the first half of the sentence in his mind. Seeing that Uncle Zhang was about to leave with his umbrella, he hurriedly said, "Say, who died?"

Uncle Zhang held up his umbrella and was about to go down the steps. He turned around when he heard the words, "Liu Bingcai's eldest son," after saying that, seeing Song Nan's blank face, he said, "I came here with Luo Zhishu yesterday to ask you for a talisman... ..."

"It's his son who died?" Song Nan's simple and honest face appeared in Song Nan's mind, and he quickly interrupted Uncle Zhang, "Is Lao Liu okay?"

Uncle Zhang shook his head, "Old Liu is fine, but unfortunately his son, hey..."

Until Uncle Zhang walked out of the courtyard and the big red and blue umbrella completely disappeared from sight, Song Nan was still in a daze.

Lao Liu is fine, does it indirectly mean that the two talismans he transformed have worked?

"Let me see what dishes are there..." The bag in his hand was dragged away, and Song Nan's wandering thoughts were dragged back.

"Ah... it's eggplant and beans again!" Huang Diwen lifted the lid of the bowl and looked at the dishes inside, then curled his lips, "Aunt Zhang really has a soft spot for this dish."

"It's good to have something to eat." Song Nan gave him a blank look, then turned and entered the room.

"Gu..."

Pei Guang smelled the aroma of vegetables next to him, and his stomach let out an untimely growl. Seeing Huang Diwen looking over, he looked away in embarrassment.

However, Huang Diwen was a child who didn't understand embarrassment. He glanced at Pei Guang's face and said solemnly, "You're hungry."

Pei Guang was speechless, more depressed.

"My brother is cooking." Seeing that he didn't answer, Huang Diwen put the bag on the stone pier at the side, lay down and continued to write English words, "I guess we can eat it in 10 minutes."

Pei Guangxin said, judging by the fact that your brother borrowed the clothes he bought, it's not entirely true.

Song Nan came out 2 minutes after entering the room, with a pair of chopsticks in his hand, he rushed to the door and said, "Noodles, do you want to eat?"

Without specifying their names or surnames, the three people outside turned their heads together.

Song Nan frowned, and asked again, "Do you want to eat?"

Huang Diwen looked away, holding a pen and seriously finishing the last line of words in the notebook.

"Excuse me." Pei Guang was still in a daze, and Feng Yue, who was sitting on the bamboo chair beside him, replied.

Song Nan raised his eyebrows and turned to enter the kitchen.

Pei Guang frowned, and glanced at Fengyue's face, with an expression of "Aren't you taking ∣ drugs?", "Aren't you afraid?"

Feng Yue glanced at him, "Huh?"

Pei Guang opened his mouth. From the corner of his eye, he glanced at Huang Diwen, who was seriously finishing the work. He probably felt that it was not good to arrange his brother in front of his younger brother. He suppressed his voice but said in a very firm tone, "It will probably be 100 in a while. Yuan Yiwan, believe it or not?"

Feng Yue raised his eyebrows and glanced at him, "Are you short of money?"

Pei Guang twitched the corner of his mouth, "That's not..."

"That's fine." Feng Yue said indifferently.

"That's right..." Pei Guang looked confused, "But that's not how money is made..."

"Let me treat you." Feng Yue clicked his tongue, "I have money anyway."

Pei Guang: "..."

Ten minutes later, Song Nan yelled inside, and Huang Diwen automatically put away the books and notebooks on the table and went into the room. When he came out, he came out with a large bowl of noodles in his hand.

When Song Nan came out, he was holding a large tea tray with three large bowls on it, and each bowl was emitting white steam. Pei Guang couldn't help swallowing, and the slander in his stomach was hooked instantly.

Feng Yue stood up first, helped Song Nan take the bowl from the tea tray and put it on the table, and thanked politely again, "I'm sorry." After saying that, he touched his body and took a black wallet from his purple shorts come out.

"Just treat it as an apology from you that day." Song Nan knew what he meant by watching his movements, and stretched out his hand to press the back of his hand, "No need."

Being reminded by him, Feng Yue unconsciously recalled the scene of that day, frowned uncontrollably, glanced at Song Nan with some displeasure, and moved his eyes down to the steaming noodles on the table , Pei Guang on the side had already touched the chopsticks and took a bite, and he still gave a thumbs up, "It tastes good."

Feng Yue didn't smell any fragrance, but seeing that Pei Guang was eating so happily, he suppressed his unhappiness, put his wallet back in his pocket, took the bowl and touched the chopsticks.

Sour radish and shredded pork noodles, especially appetizing.

Pei Guang hadn't tasted this for many years, and he was full of emotion after eating. Song Nan picked up a chopstick of eggplant and beans, and glanced at him impatiently, "If you talk too much, you will be charged."

Pei Guang clicked his tongue, looked at him and drank a big mouthful of soup with the bowl in his hand, "I praised you for your good cooking skills. I didn't expect you to be quite good at cooking at such a young age."

"My brother can only cook noodles and dumplings." Before Song Nan could answer, Huang Diwen took the conversation for him.

Song Nan glanced at him unhappily. Huang Diwen knew that he had said something wrong again, so he quickly lowered his head, took a piece of chicken from the chicken soup bowl and put it into Song Nan's bowl, "Thank you."

"That's not bad." Pei Guang sighed, and hiccupped unsatisfactorily.

"You guys didn't just go to Black Water Bay just to stroll around?" Song Nan asked, changing the subject.

Feng Yue was eating the noodles in the bowl slowly, as if counting how many noodles were in the bowl, when he heard this, he glanced at Song Nan and said nothing.

"No one would drive a Land Rover to visit Heishuiwan." Song Nan said straightforwardly, "Even the boss who buys fish can't drive a Land Rover."

Pei Guang glanced at Fengyue, but the two of them remained silent.

Song Nan's eyes flicked across the faces of the two, and the chopsticks tapped on the rim of the bowl, "Pretend I didn't ask."

Pei Guang's gaze paused for two seconds on the pair of chopsticks that knocked on the edge of the bowl from time to time. Pei Guang unconsciously shifted his gaze to the bowl that he had eaten everything. Didn't it make it clear that he used actions to tell him, "You have eaten!" I drank mine and I let you hide from the rain at my house, but you didn't even tell me why you came, isn't that a little too inappropriate?"

In fact, it's not that they can't tell others about this trip, but he and Fengyue are still planning this project. Once business opportunities are known to people other than themselves, it is equivalent to opening up the competition.

Although he knew that the two kids in front of him might not understand the business opportunities they were talking about, but not everyone could keep their mouths shut. There has to be competition.

Pei Guang thought for a long time, and when he was about to find a reason to be vague, Feng Yue who was beside him spoke.

"What do you think we're here for?"

[The author has something to say]: The format modification is complete, continue at night