Kah~kah!
Zheng De wanted to scream loudly, but it was as if his throat was stuck by an invisible hand, and he could only make a continuous "click" sound.
At this time, Tan Bing, who had turned his head sideways, also turned around, faced Zheng De, and asked, "Ms. sir, what's wrong?"
Looking at his wife's head without facial features, Zheng De's eyes darkened and he fell down.
Oops!
Zheng De sat up from the bed, his whole body wet with cold sweat, and realized that he was dreaming.
Looking at his wife sleeping soundly beside him, Zheng De, who was still frightened, slowly moved his eyes to look at his wife's face. After confirming that her facial features were still intact, he breathed a sigh of relief, got out of bed carefully, and walked to the table. He picked up the teapot and took a sip of cold water.
The cold water entered his throat, and Zheng De, who gradually calmed down, put on his clothes, walked to the bed and whispered to Tan Bing: "Madam, I'm going to listen to a book."
"Yes." Tan Bing turned sideways slightly and waved his hand to signal Zheng De not to disturb his sleep.
After leaving the door, Zheng De went straight to the teahouse he frequented, paid ten yuan for tea, found a seat next to him and sat down.
"Hey, shopkeeper Zheng is late today!" The person who spoke to Zheng De was a man in his early thirties. The man looked very dark, so his nickname was Ah Hei.
Zheng De glanced at him and said with a smile: "It's too late, it's too late. Anyway, the storyteller only came back and forth with these few stories, and I can recite them backwards."
"Hey, hey! Today is different!"
"Today's storyteller is from Gucheng County."
"It's a ghost story, it sounds like it's true!"
Upon hearing this, Zheng De shivered with fright. He had just had an extremely real nightmare, and he wanted to listen to a relaxing story to relax. Who knew that today, it was such a coincidence that it was a ghost story?
Zheng De, who wanted to leave, just raised his buttocks and sat down again.
The tea fee is non-refundable, and if you don’t listen, the ten coins will be for nothing!
"Hey, are you afraid?" Ah Hei asked with a naughty smile.
Zheng De rolled his eyes: "Oh, when have you, Brother Zheng, ever been afraid?"
Bang~
Ah Hei stood up, walked from his seat to Zheng De's table, and said angrily: "Brother Zheng, if you're not afraid, let's sit at the same table... There was no one next to me just now. I almost peeed in fear." Got it!"
"Is it that exaggerated?" Zheng De swallowed and touched his neck as his back felt cold.
Ah Hei rolled up his sleeves, raised his hand and said, "Look at my goosebumps, does it look like I'm lying to you?"
Zheng De picked up the tea brought by the waiter and asked, "What is the topic?"
Ah Hei rubbed his hands and said, "Faceless Demon!"
puff!
Zheng Dequan, who had just taken a sip of tea, squirted out, directly spraying Ah Hei's face all over his side.
Ah Hei wiped the tea on his face with his sleeve and twitched the corners of his mouth: "Brother Zheng, what are you doing?"
Zheng De smiled awkwardly: "I'm choking, I'm choking..."
Snapped!
Behind the screen in front of the teahouse, the sound of the gavel sounded, and the whole place fell into silence.
Ah Hei, who was shaking like chaff, grabbed Zheng De's arm.
As a result, he was surprised to find that the latter was shaking even harder than himself...
…
"Ah Hei..."
"Stop shaking..."
The pale Zheng De's voice was trembling.
On the side, Ah Hei, who was covered in cold sweat, wiped his face and said in a daze: "Brother Zheng, it's you who's shaking!"
"Nonsense!" Zheng De pulled Ah Hei's hand off his arm, and suddenly found that he seemed to be shaking even more.
"Mom!"
"Brother Zheng, are you an epileptic?"
While talking, Ah Hei took out half a steamed bun from his clothes and handed it to Zheng De's mouth: "Bite it, don't bite your tongue for a while!"
"Go!" Smelling the steamed bun filled with the stench of sweat, Zheng De pushed the steamed bun away and said "bah bah bah": "Your steamed buns are sour because of your cover! It smells like swill!"
Hearing this, Ah Heihan smiled and took the steamed bun back to his clothes, and said with a smile: "I originally took it back to feed my Erhuang, why are I afraid it will go rancid?"
"Okay, okay!" Zheng De rolled his eyes at Ah Hei and said in a deep voice: "Ah Hei, do you think what you dreamed about in this dream will really happen?"
"A dream?" Ah Hei frowned and replied, "It depends on whether it is a dream of wealth or a dream of lust."
Zheng De asked: "How to say?"
Ah Hei chuckled: "I dreamed of getting rich, but when I woke up I couldn't see it at all... But in my dream, it was spring... When I woke up, I had to change my bedding at least."
"roll roll roll!"
"I know you can't say a good word out of your mouth."
Waving his hand impatiently, Zheng De looked at the darkening sky, and the dream scene could not help but appear in his mind.
Shivering, he stopped paying attention to Ah Hei, who was chirping behind him, and walked hurriedly towards home.
…
"Dad! You come out to eat first. How long has Mr. Gu been waiting for you?" Zhao Liu put one hand on his hips and knocked on the wooden door with the other.
Inside the door, there was a constant sound of "dinging bells". It seemed that he was a little impatient at being urged by his daughter. Carpenter Zhao responded in a low voice: "Just leave some food for me, I will think about it later!"
Hearing this, Zhao Liu turned to look at Gu Ning'an behind him, showing a helpless expression: "Don't worry about this stubborn old man, let's eat first..."
Gu Ning'an smiled and shook his head: "Carpenter Zhao is spending all his time forgetting to eat and sleep because of my wooden sword. I'm just doing it for a while, so how can I have the nerve to eat first?"
When Zhao Liu heard this, he felt troubled. His father's stubbornness was worse than that of an ox... I don't know how long it would take to wait for him to come out for dinner.
"I'll go in and take a look." After saying that, Gu Ning'an approached the door and knocked on the door: "Carpenter Zhao, can I come in and take a look?"
As soon as these words came out, the sound of "dinging bells" in the room suddenly stopped, and Carpenter Zhao, who had been silent for a long time, responded: "Mr. Gu, when I am working, I like to be alone."
Listening to the tactful response, Gu Ning'an smiled and said, "Why, I, the customer, can't even come in and make some requests? Is it possible that Carpenter Zhao is afraid that he can't fulfill my requirements?"
Rattling~ squeaking!
The sound of the lock popping open and the hinges rotating sounded one after another.
Carpenter Zhao, whose eyes were bright and his body was covered with sawdust. He was holding a wooden file and pointed his hand: "Come on, sir, please come in!"
When dealing with people and things, you have to "prescribe the right medicine"... Before Gu Ning'an walked into the house, he turned back to Zhao Liu and said: "If the dishes are cold, please trouble yourself. I will come out to eat soon."
Both Zhao and his daughter heard this. Carpenter Zhao wanted to say, "I won't eat it myself," but he swallowed the words again.
Although Zhao Liu was puzzled, out of her trust in Gu Ning'an, she just smiled and responded: "Okay, I'll heat up the food right now!"
Here, after Gu Ning'an and Carpenter Zhao walked into the house, the scene in front of them immediately made Gu Ning'an understand why Carpenter Zhao couldn't make a wooden sword for a long time...
