156, blame the second year (red ticket plus update)

I haven't seen you for a month. First, it makes me look bad. I'm not only haggard, but also haggard.

Tang Xiaotang sat opposite him and asked sympathetically, "Is there no way to solve this matter? I mean... Miss Su has no room for accommodation?"

"If there is, it will not be like this," Huang Qi returned with one arm on the shoulder of the first concession, with a difficult posture. "Miss Su, the degree of difficulty is not much better than your senior sister Su Daji. Fortunately, they are not in the same group, otherwise, if they work together, I guess ten of them will have to be finished.

Tang Xiaotang said angrily, "Can't you say something auspicious? - Ah, I want black pepper sausage here!"

The waiter with a barbecue fork came over and took a few sizzling sausages and put them on their plate. Tang Xiaotang pointed to a table diagonally opposite: "I also want it over there."

The waiter bowed slightly, raised his fork and walked to Wenting, who was sitting alone three meters away, talked to her for a few words, and added food to her plate.

"I don't mean to belittle you," Tang Xiaotang's knife picked down the meat on the roasted wings and ate it. "It's not all men, one nose and two eyes, and I don't see how rare you are. What on earth did Su Xinyi like about you, so you have to not get married?"

Huang Qi echoed: "Yes, you are not as handsome as me. Why does she like you?"

First, he kicked his fibula horizontally, and Huang Qi suddenly bent down.

The first knife was cut on the porcelain plate, and the eyebrows were about to wrinkle water: "That woman is crazy! At that time, he was still young and ignorant. He lied to me and her... He clearly agreed not to talk about it, but it was over. Who would want her to be so crazy as if she had never seen a man before.

Tang Xiaotang secretly said fortunately, "Fortunately, when I was a sophomore in middle school, I just liked to buy a magazine and a novel about chasing four girls, so I was despised by the teacher and went into the pit."

Huang Qi folded her hands behind her head and leaned lazily in the chair: "Fortunately, I'm not a second. When I was in middle school, I liked to read what Han Shao wrote, and now I also like it very much. The reason why I met Sister Shu Xia at the beginning was that she had the same hobbies, and she also liked to read current reviews.

Referring to Shu Xia, the atmosphere on the table suddenly sank, and the first asked, "What happened to the girl?"

"The hospital announced brain death. After careful consideration, her parents decided to donate her cornea, heart, kidneys and liver to people in need." After all, Huang Qihui and Shuxia are from the same college. The school must have carefully publicized such a matter, but he is very clear that "the families of the patients who received the donation raise funds for her. I bought a cemetery in Xue Lingshan, hoping that she can rest on Lu Island.

Tang Xiaotang bit the straw sullenly: "Obviously, I dragged her down, but I can't do anything, and I have to accept her parents' apology, alas..."

Huang Qihui pretended to inadvertently take out her mobile phone and looked at it and said, "Ah, today happens to be the Chinese New Year Festival. Why don't we go to see her?"

Chinese people usually choose three days to go to the grave. Before Tomb-sweeping, Zhongyuan and New Year's Eve, Zhongyuan is a ghost festival. On this day when a family member dies, even if they don't go to the grave, they will put a small pot on the roadside and burn some paper money. In the final analysis, it is just a wish to hope that the old people can be safe under the nine springs. Breath.

However, of course, the cemetery will not allow you to squat and burn this and that. Now many people have gradually accepted the Western style and set flowers when they go to the grave, especially white **.

"In our kind of family, the donation of remains is absolutely not allowed, because it was said in ancient times that if any part was missing at the time of burial, which part would be missing in the next life."

Huang Qihui put a bunch of white** in front of Shu Xia's tombstone and said with emotion, "Actually, as an yin and yang master, everyone knows very well that mortals cannot be reincarnated after death, but they are so stubborn, do not believe in technology and modern medicine. No wonder they are described as feudal superstitions."

Shu Xia's black-and-white photo is embedded in the middle of the marble tombstone, and her youthful face is full of smiles. Seven or eight bouquets of flowers have been placed in front of her tombstone, all left by those who came to visit her earlier today.

Tang Xiaotang put his hands together, bowed to her and muttered, "Some people are dead, but she is still alive."

First, let him squat aside and say unhappily, "Some people live, but she won't let others live well."

Tang Xiaotang smiled and habitually turned his head to look behind him, but found that Wen Ting had disappeared.

Because she hasn't made up yet, although she went out for dinner today, Wen Ting still didn't want to get close to the first concession, so she sat alone when she ate. On the way to the cemetery, she also stopped a taxi alone and didn't take a bus with them. After going up the mountain, she followed her far away. After buying a bouquet for Tang Xiaotang, it was not far away. Look at the scenery absent-mindedly.

Tang Xiaotang turned his head and didn't find her. He was a little surprised and asked the two people next to him, "Where's Tingting? Why don't you see anyone?"

"Maybe it's too hot to go down first." Huang Qi squinted carelessly and glanced around.

"I'll look for it." First, I didn't feel at ease, so I got up and looked for it.

As soon as I let go, there were only Tang Xiaotang and Huang Qi in front of the cemetery. Shu Xia was an admirer of Huang Qihui. When she was alone with Huang Qi in front of her, Tang Xiaotang only made her feel hairy and indescribable guilt, so she had nothing to say and said, "Let's go. Just now, it seems that there was a special purpose for people to burn paper money. Go and have a look at the place.

Huang Qi nodded back and followed her down the steps, which was a little abnormally quiet all the way.

The paper stove in the cemetery is shared. Several families gathered around it. Tang Xiaotang bought some yellow paper, thought about it and bought some ingots. Thinking about it, she bought another paper paste little maid. Huang Qi turned back to the corners of her mouth and asked, "Why are you doing buying a villain?"

"Of course, it's burning," Tang Xiaotang divided the money. One stack of thick and one thin, and the thick stack burned first. While burning, he whispered, "Sister Shu Xia, I'm sorry, I know that your soul is no longer there, and you can't blame me. I'll just think you're still there. I hope you live a good life underground. If you're short of money, you can give it at any time. If I have the right opportunity, I will give birth to a good family, Amitabha.

Huang Qi couldn't laugh or cry: "Where's Amitabha?" Tang Xiaotang ignored him. After burning the thick pile, he picked up the thin stack and threw it and said, "Teacher, today is Ghost Festival. I'll burn some for you... Er, the handling fee. I know you are so majestic. In fact, you can do it without money, but please tell the king of hell and let Sister Shu Xia be a good family."

Huang Qi didn't smile and looked at her silently with her hands in her pocket.

Tang Xiaotang seriously burned the yellow paper and began to burn the ingot: "Kong seal is still three yuan short. I can take you home soon. Fairy grass is not easy to burn. Burn some money for you to buy for yourself. Oh, yes, there is also a maid who helps you do chores. Don't bully others, and don't be too good to them.

Huang Qi replied: "..."

After burning the paper for two people, Tang Xiaotang clapped the ashes on his hands and went to the faucet to wash his hands. Huang Qi followed back and said on a whim, "Yuanbao is more valuable than yellow paper. You obviously favor the other."

"Don't care too much about formal things." Tang Xiaotang dusted the water on his hand and laughed.

Huang Qi shrugged her shoulders, coughed, and pretended to ask inadvertently, " By the way, have you ever thought that if you are busy for a long time and finally can't make Zhujin return to life, what are you going to do in the future?"

Tang Xiaotang could hear what he meant and didn't expose it. He just said, "What can you plan? Take one step at a time. Anyway, the master said that the seal sent me, so I can often go to hell to accompany him when I'm free, or if the teacher has to go to reincarnated, I will go to the person after his reincarnation and raise him- - At that time, you can ** him at will, round and flatten him, and do whatever he wants, haha!"

Of course, the ruthless refusal would make him sad, but if he was lucky, it would be more cruel. Huang Qi's slightly gloomy expression was naturally seen by Tang Xiaotang after hearing the answer, but she felt that this was the best. Over time, Master Huang would naturally fall in love with other people, not to mention that she was not very good. Well, it's not worth remembering.

"Xiaotang!" Wen Ting ran all the way down the mountain, panting.

"What's wrong?" Tang Xiaotang hurried over.

Wen Ting stroked her chest and pointed somewhere on the mountain: "I just saw a very strange person over there..."

Ten minutes later, the four people stood again in the place where Wen Ting had been before. There was no one in front of the tombstone, and only a bunch of fresh ** could prove that someone did come not long ago.

No one knows the owner of the tombstone, but what is very novel is that there is a QR code in the lower right corner of this person's tombstone, and a small line of words are written next to it, saying that if you want to know the details of your life, please log in to WeChat.

Only Huang Qi was present to play WeChat, so he took out his mobile phone and scanned the QR code. First, he stood behind with no expression and said, "It's really a veritable 'sweeping' of the tomb."

Tang Xiaotang: "..."

Wen Ting: "..."

Huang Qi held her mobile phone and shouted, "Look, look, this man is a calligrapher and has won a calligraphy award in Canada! It's still the reputation of the Chinese Calligraphy Association, so don't grab my new mobile phone!"

The two girls don't care about him so much. They rushed over and took a look first. Wen Ting is very puzzled: "Why did Canada set up the Chinese Calligraphy Award? Can foreigners really understand the essence of brush calligraphy?"

"That doesn't matter. Maybe it was set up by Chinese people." Tang Xiaotang pulled the screen to check the life and found that he was really a calligrapher. He died at the beginning of this year. Because there were many people coming to visit him, and it was impossible to put an introduction card next to the tombstone, so someone gave a suggestion to scan the QR code to understand the details of his life, which really kept up with the pace of the times.

After reading the biography of the calligrapher, Tang Xiaotang asked, "What's wrong with the strange person you mentioned?"

Wen Ting took a step back and pinched a sword formula in her right hand and drew in the air: "He stood here and danced like this, leaving something like ink in the place where his fingers scratched, like writing in the air. When I came here just now, there were words around here, and there were words under the yellow court... Of."

First, let his eyes suddenly open: "There is Huangting and Guanyuan, and then there is the front door of Youque. Is it the Huangting Sutra?"