The whole world thinks I can exorcise ghosts

The battery car was a little hot from the sun. When Song Nan sat on it, he had the illusion of being roasted. He clicked his tongue and glanced at Feng Yue who had stepped into the car and turned the key and was about to leave. He said strangely, "Your pants are bigger Are my jeans thin? Are they not ironed?"

Feng Yue was startled slightly, and said lightly, "It's okay."

Song Nan clicked his tongue and said nothing, and the two rode back one after the other. When they reached the street, Song Nan bought a box of cigarettes at the small supermarket at the corner of the street and brought them to Master Cheng.

"You should be able to take the exam next month, right?" Master Cheng didn't show any politeness to him. After taking the cigarette, he unpacked and shook out one, and handed one to Song Nan by the way.

"It's almost the middle and late ten days," Song Nan said, "Please apply for the quota for me, and I will give you the money directly."

"Success." Master Cheng nodded, "It just so happens that Xiaowen is also on vacation, so let him read more theory to you this month."

Song Nan took the book from Master Cheng, and Master Cheng said again, "Go back to the next app and follow the questions. You will be fine with the actual operation. I'm afraid you will fail in one subject."

"Don't worry." Song Nan patted his chest.

After leaving the garage, Song Nan patted the book in Huang Diwen's hands, "I'll leave this arduous task to you."

Huang Diwen flipped through the book and took a look. Song Nan glanced at the door, but he didn't see Fengyue, so he turned his head and patted Huang Diwen in doubt.

"He came back the same way." Huang Diwen said without looking up, "I'll copy all the answers for you when I get home later."

When Song Nan and Huang Diwen returned home, Feng Yue was coming out of the gate of Uncle Zhang's courtyard. Uncle Zhang was standing at the door and talking to him. It was too far away to hear clearly, but Uncle Zhang could see a smile on his face.

"Did you return the car?" Song Nan stood at the gate of his courtyard, waiting for Fengyue to approach and asked.

"Well," Feng Yue said, "is he another contractor?"

"Yes," Song Nan turned and walked into the yard, "It's his turn next year."

"He fell into the water before." Feng Yue followed him into the yard, and turned around to close the gate.

"Uncle Zhang told you?" Song Nan was a little surprised that Uncle Zhang actually told him this.

"I raised my mouth." Feng Yue fell into the bamboo recliner placed in the yard, and after a nest, he did not move. "Look at my face, it is not easy to start a business at a young age."

Tsk, Nan Song knew that Uncle Zhang was kind, but he didn't know how kind he was. If someone else heard that the Heishuiwan Reservoir might be haunted, he would definitely withdraw without saying a word.

As for Fengyue...

Song Nan looked at him, "Are you still planning to continue your project?"

Feng Yue raised his eyelids, "Why not?"

For this answer, most of Song Nan's heart was expected, but after he and Uncle Zhang told him about it, Fengyue didn't intend to change his decision at all, which still made Song Nan feel a bit lost. unexpected.

"I'm not afraid of ghosts." After a while, Feng Yue suddenly said calmly.

Song Nanzheng took a bamboo basket and planned to go to the back of the house to see what vegetables could be picked. He was taken aback when he heard this, then remembered that it was Hao, and hurriedly asked, "Aren't you afraid?"

Feng Yue narrowed his eyes again, as if I was asleep, and did not answer his question.

"Then what if..." Song Nan threw the basket in his hand and approached Fengyue, hesitantly probing, "If a ghost stands in front of you, are you afraid?"

Feng Yue raised his eyebrows, but still did not open his eyes, Song Nan said again, "If you can still see the ghost standing in front of you, are you afraid?"

"You are very afraid of ghosts." Feng Yue opened his eyes, stared at Song Nan, and affirmed every word.

Song Nan was sharply hit by others, and his face was a little uneasy. Thinking of the bullshit that was blown out before, if he nodded at this time, the previous bullshit would be in vain.

"Afraid of farts." Song Nan snorted, grabbed the basket on the ground and walked to the back of the house.

After Huang Diwen entered the house, he took a pen and copied the answers for Song Nan very seriously. Feng Yue glanced curiously and twitched his brows, "You want to take the driving school exam?"

"I'm not qualified yet." Huang Diwen said while filling in the blanks, "My brother will take the exam, and he will just pass the exam next month."

Feng Yue looked puzzled, and Huang Diwen reminded, "He will be eighteen next month, and I have to wait another three years."

Fengyue first saw Song Nan and the few times he got along with Song Nan. Although this man has a small face, his personality and thinking are quite mature, and he did not expect to be an adult.

"You and your brother are the only ones in your house?" Feng Yue asked casually.

"Yeah." Huang Diwen turned a page and continued to copy the answer, "My brother is much more reliable than my father."

"If you copy the answer for him like this, it's better to let him do it first to deepen his impression." Feng Yue suggested.

"He can't do it." Huang Diwen was very proud when he said that he was better than his brother. "He doesn't know most of the words on it."

Feng Yue didn't expect Song Nan to be illiterate, just because he found the contract in his box and found Mandu Building, Feng Yue didn't expect him to be illiterate.

"He dropped out of school?" Fengyue has already imagined the first two episodes of a family drama that dropped out of school and worked early because the family voluntarily gave up his studies to support his younger brother's education.

"He has never read it," Huang Diwen said. "He has no interest in studying."

This answer completely destroyed the plot that Feng Yue had just made up to the fourth episode. It really was because he thought too much.

I have to say that money is the fastest way to do anything. After measuring the square meter with the last farmer, Song Nan lay on the stone table and thought.

Huang Diwen was quite sensible and poured him a cold drink, "You've got a lot of tan these days."

"Nonsense." Song Nan took the cup and drank it down. "You who face the loess and back to the sky every day can have the same effect as me."

"Farewell, I'm already darker than you, if you have to go out to bask in the sun a few more times, you won't be able to find me when you turn off the lights."

Song Nanni glanced at him and smiled, "Xiaoer, have another drink."

Huang Diwen took the cup and turned back into the house. Fengyue sat and painted while coming back. The paper was bought by Huang Diwen on the street when he went out in the morning. He didn't buy the kind of paper that Fengyue called for. , and finally bought some rice paper back.

Song Nan leaned over to take a look, and said in surprise, "Did you draw the design yourself?"

"Yeah." Feng Yue didn't lift his head, he took a pen to measure the approximate size while drawing, "It's hard for you to finally figure it out after so many days."

Song Nan felt a little embarrassed. He only knew that Fengyue had been drawing with a pen and paper since the day he was here, and he didn't pay attention to what he was drawing. He only took a serious look today, but he didn't expect to be run out.

"What is this?" Song Nan pointed to the big turntable on the blueprint, "It looks like a Ferris wheel."

"It's about the same," Feng Yue said while holding the pen while drawing the line, "but it's different from the traditional Ferris wheel you see."

"Huh?" Song Nan took a closer look again, but couldn't see any difference, and joked, "It's not the same. The traditional ones I saw were all in color, but your unconventional one is in black and white."

Feng Yue looked at him: "..."

This glance made Song Nan feel that he might be despised, and he couldn't hold back, coughing lightly, "Then tell me, what's different?"

"Where is the traditional Ferris wheel?" Feng Yue put down his pen and asked.

Ok?

What is the problem?

Is this still a problem?

Song Nan felt that he was underestimated, but he replied, "Of course it's in the playground."

Feng Yue glanced at him and twitched the corner of his mouth: "..."

"Isn't it?" Song Nan frowned.

"There's nothing wrong with it." Feng Yue sighed.

Huang Diwen brought out another glass of water at the right time, and replied without hesitation when he heard this, "Of course it's the sky."

"It fits better." Feng Yue knocked on the table, "Most of the traditional ferris wheels are built higher, even in playgrounds, they are much higher than other amusement facilities, the purpose is to let tourists experience the height different from each other," he said after a pause, "this is probably the romantic way people want to express nowadays."

Song Nan hadn't been to the playground very much, and he had counted the number of times he had been to the playground on one hand when he was so old. The only two times he went to were the only playground in the city——Railway Park.

Song Nan tried to recall. Although he had never ridden the Ferris wheel, it seemed to be almost the same as what Fengyue said.

"What's the difference between yours?" Song Nan joked curiously, "Could it be built underground?"

"I am a realistic person." Feng Yue picked up his pen again, "It is not called a Ferris wheel if it is built underground."

Song Nan: "...Just kidding, why are you so serious."

"The terrain of Heishui Bay is very good. Rather than developing tourism, it is more suitable to build a resort." Feng Yue said while drawing, "I have done a lot of research in the past few days, and the water in the reservoir is all natural. , there is a spring on the tail side, you can pump water from the reservoir for irrigation in times of drought, but the water level of the reservoir will not be affected by the drought, which is probably why the water in the reservoir looks so deep reason."

Song Nan was quite surprised. Feng Yue went out with him all day long to measure the square and make records, and he had to negotiate the price with others. He had no memory of when he inquired about it.

"This is the salary for the past few days." Feng Yue put an envelope on the table, "Thank you for your hard work."

Song Nan was surprised again, took it and squeezed it without any trace, the amount was quite a lot, "Your salary is paid on a weekly basis?"

"If you want to tie it, you can tie it." Feng Yue picked up the drawings on the table and rolled them into a cylinder one by one, "You can tie it according to the sky if you want."

"Pretend I didn't ask." Song Nan resisted the urge to count face to face, and held the envelope in his hand, "Why did you put it away?"

"I'll go back to the city," Feng Yue said, "I have to show the design drawings to Pei Guang, and I have to discuss the progress of the project with him."

Song Nan glanced at the sky, "Now? It's already five o'clock!"

"Isn't there the last bus at 05:30?" Feng Yue thought he was worried about the lack of a car, "It's just right."

"No..." Song Nan was a little anxious. Liu Hao hadn't appeared in Fengyue's house for the past few days. In addition, during the day, he followed the square to calculate the price, and when he came back at night, he had to cook, and his eyelids were fighting in bed. He didn't have time to think about Liu Hao's affairs.

Feng Yue's decision was too hasty, and Song Nan was completely caught off guard.

"What?" Feng Yue looked at him in a daze.

"Can't we go tomorrow?" Song Nan looked confused, "It's getting dark..."

"It's fine if you have a car." Feng Yue said indifferently.

Song Nan really couldn't find an excuse, it was so sudden that he wasn't even prepared.

Will Liu Hao come again tonight?

He knew that he purposely brought Fengyue here just to prevent him from getting angry?

What do ghosts do when they are angry?

Will it eat him in one bite?

[The author has something to say]: The finished article "Professional Dismantlement" can be read on this site, and the rest of the finished articles can be found on Weibo~