What will happen after death?
Probably this is a problem that appeared very early.
If you had asked me a few days ago, I would have dismissed it and said impatiently,
"If you die, you will die. What can you become? You can even become a zombie. If you are afraid of becoming a zombie, just go to the crematorium. It is also economical."
In the past, I was quite afraid and taboo about the topic of death. If possible, I even hoped that my old man and my mother could live a long life, and then die hand in hand with a smile on the same day.
As for myself, it doesn’t matter.
I am not as good as my old man. I have known this since I was born. I am greedy for pleasure and self-respecting, I have big dreams but am lazy.
So, as long as I can take care of myself, no matter what the outcome is, I have never cared about it.
After all, except for my old man and my mother, well, at least one old man, who would care about my departure?
Like spring water flowing, like summer rain and cicada chirping.
Everything is never static, even the little will of an ordinary person like me.
If you ask me in the future when did I change my mind and plan to embrace a whole-hearted world, then I will tell you firmly and silently that it is now.
Even if we are stuck in a traffic jam...
"I'm convinced. Is there no limit on numbers today? Why is the traffic jam like this? A lot of mountain ghosts will come soon. What are you going to do, Mo Guan?"
Lao Sun leaned out of the car window, looked at the endless traffic, and yelled angrily at Mo Guan, the co-pilot.
"Then why the hell can you blame me? I didn't even know when you, the traveler, would wake up, but you gave me such a big surprise when you came last night. Or if someone like Chef Zhao is leaving, how the hell am I going to give it to you? To make arrangements, you can give me half a day’s notice in advance!”
Mo Guan was even angrier than Lao Sun. He immediately clapped the horn hard and roared back.
Lao Sun sneered, "It sounds like I told you Mo Guan in advance that Mo Guan would agree to Mr. Zhao coming to your place?"
Mo Guan was speechless.
He really couldn't refute this.
"Ahem, Master Moguan, I'm really sorry."
Mr. Zhao coughed dryly and said to Mo Guan embarrassedly, but there was nothing he could do about it. If he wanted to leave without telling Yinuo and the others, he had to come to the nearest subdivision underworld.
Moreover, if Mr. Zhao comes alone, I am afraid it will cause greater turmoil...
So I had to have an acquaintance in the underworld make arrangements to hide my identity and leave quietly.
And Lao Sun readily sold Mo Guan for the price of two luxurious meals.
Having just learned the news, I covered my face silently and didn't even look at it.
This monkey hair has evolved from hot pot red hair to foodie monkey hair.
No wonder Mo Guan was angry, whoever would have done this to his old friend would have...
"I risked being punished for a while, and I accompanied you to do this. You just sold me out, and you didn't even leave me a bite to eat. I have been in the underworld for so many years, and you still haven't given me anything. I’ve never had any food from Master Chef!”
Mo Guan was so angry that he was shaking all over. If he had known that Lao Sun had sold him for such a price, he would have snatched half of it at any cost.
My wife is still a die-hard fan of Mr. Zhao. When Xiao Zhao found out about this when he returned home, Mo Guan might not be able to return home for half a year!
"I'm really sorry. Things were in such a hurry, old man, that I forgot to bring a gift. Next time... well, I'm still so sorry."
Mr. Zhao was even more embarrassed. He looked all over his body and couldn't find anything else.
Alas, if I had known better, I would have brought some pastries in advance.
I was so anxious to avoid Nono that I forgot about it.
"You're going to spit it out for me!"
The more Mo Guan thought about it, the angrier he became. He had gone crazy several times. Especially considering the traffic jam, he might have to fend off a lot of crazy mountain ghosts.
Ma Dan!
At the end of the day, it wasn't enough that I was bleeding profusely. I was busy busy, was punished and complained by my wife, and had to work part-time as a thug and bodyguard, and I couldn't even make a fortune.
"You vomited it out to me today. There's half of it in there. I can't let you, shameless old man, digest it if I haven't eaten it!"
I silently shrank my head, and then I realized how lucky I had been in the past two days. Just playing and chatting, I got the food and accommodation provided by the God of Cooking. Now, Mr. Zhao also gives me this recipe.
Although some simple, somewhat incomplete recipes.
But it must be very precious. Unexpectedly, Mo Guan is almost beating his brains out just for a meal.
I was a little frightened, and immediately touched my arms, looked at Mr. Zhao, and wanted to open my mouth and return the cookbook to Mr. Zhao.
"Well, Grandpa Zhao, I think this thing..."
"I didn't eat those two luxurious meals by myself. He, Lao Chuan, definitely ate half of them. Don't keep hitting me!"
In the driver's seat, knowing that he was in the wrong, he didn't dare to resist. Lao Sun, who was soon beaten to a bruised nose and face, pointed at me and immediately shouted to Mo Guan.
grass!
I wanted to beat this useless monkey to death immediately, but as soon as I raised my head, I was greeted by a pair of eyes without any emotion.
"Oh, it turns out you, Lao Chuan, are here too. Yes, you Lao Chuan is so familiar with Chef Zhao. Your life must be very enviable these days."
Mo Guan stared at me expressionlessly and said, I felt an inexplicable chill all over my body, and I felt the cold wind blowing on my back.
Mr. Zhao smiled helplessly and gave me a helpless look.
"Lao Chuan, I told you at that time that I wanted you to eat less, but you insisted on grabbing it from me..."
Mudd!
I actually lost another hole in this monkey hair.
Now think about it, with my eating speed, how could I possibly snatch half of the delicious food from the mouth of a guy like Lao Sun?
No wonder Yinuo refused to eat any of those two so-called late-night snacks, and refused to open the door when she knocked...
Looking at Mo Guan, who was looking more and more strange in front of me, I felt frightened for no reason, and pretended to roll down the window, "There are so many cars, when can we get there?"
"Lao Chuan, no, you are getting worse and worse at changing the subject."
A certain monkey with a bruised nose and face shook his head and commented lightly.
"Why don't you, Lao Chuan, think of a way to get us out of this traffic jam? Listen, you, Lao Chuan, have a lot of clever ideas. If we get things done early, you can be considered guilty and meritorious."
Mo Guan suddenly smiled coldly, stared at me and said angrily.
What?
Where did you, Mo Guan, hear people say that I have clever ideas... I glanced at Lao Sun who had a sneer on his face, and then silently agreed.
Tactics!
That’s called tactics! !
I roared loudly in my heart, but for now I could only accept the hat.
We have to consider the fact that the mountain ghosts are really going to come after us. The most important thing is to let Mr. Zhao leave quietly and smoothly.
A great sadness suddenly welled up in my heart. In fact, since I followed Mr. Zhao, this sadness has burst out uncontrollably many times.
The old man next to him should be calm and welcome the end of his legendary life.
I don't know what kind of feelings I should have, but when I think of Mr. Zhao's meticulous care these days, and Mr. Zhao's kind smile comes to mind... forget it, it's useless to think about it.
Mr. Zhao made all preparations and said a grand farewell with almost no one noticing.
The old man hoped to leave quietly without causing any trouble to the world.
"I have a solution."
I raised my head, looked directly at Mo Guan, and said calmly.
I don't know whether Mo Guan and Lao Sun in front of me are really making a noise or are working together to set a trap for me.
Is it true that a governor cannot solve the problem of traffic jams?
I'm too lazy to think about it, what kind of good thing can this immortal species that Houmao knows be? !
"The method is very simple. You Mo Guan or Lao Sun go out alone to attract Huo... ah no, attract attention. Then I will take Mr. Zhao and follow the remaining person to the destination. Mr. Zhao can just do some disguise. As long as he attracts If it’s good enough, there will be no problem at all.”
Traffic jam is just a trivial matter. It is rare that Mr. Zhao cannot get out of the car and his identity is discovered by others.
"According to the walking time on the map, it takes about ten minutes, so the person who goes out to attract other people's attention must last at least ten minutes before he comes to meet us in any way."
I looked at the Xun map on my phone and said calmly.
"Then why can't it be Lao Chuan who attracts you!"
A certain monkey hair, the governor, looked at each other and shouted in unison.
"It's very simple. First, I'm an ordinary person with nothing attractive. No matter how weird and weird things I do, I can't attract everyone's attention, and I can easily be subdued;
Second, I am an ordinary person. I cannot quickly escape and meet you after ten minutes of delay. Therefore, this matter can only be done by one of you. "
I smiled slightly and added calmly.
"Then let's go to Mo Guan. He is the governor of the palace. Whether he is running around naked or announcing in public the second grade he got last night, he can attract attention immediately. No one dares to care about it."
Lao Sun nodded when he heard this and was about to push Mo Guan out of the door.
"fart!"
Mo Guan leaned against the car door, his face flushed with anger, "You damn traveler has more influence in the underworld than me. You can attract a large number of people if you go out and reveal your identity and howl at will!"
"No, I want to maintain a sense of mystery. I haven't fully recovered recently. What if I meet an enemy?"
"Is there anyone in the underworld who dares to cause trouble for you?"
"That won't work either. I'll have to rely on my face to win the hotpot business in the future. I can't do such a derogatory thing as running around naked!"
Lao Sun looked confident.
"The hell can labor and management do it? Labor and management are so shameless, right?"
Mo Guan was so angry that he looked crazy.
"Rock, paper, scissors, one game determines the outcome."
I added calmly.
"good!"
Mo Guan looked determined.
"Fine."
Lao Sun was reluctant to do so.
"rock-paper-scissors!"
Cloth to fist.
"Hahaha, I won, old Sun, you should still be good..."
Lao Sun had quick eyesight and quick hands. He immediately took advantage of Mo Guan's complacency and relaxed, reached over to open the car door, kicked him out, and at the same time stuck his head out and shouted,
"Look! Chief Mo Guan is running around naked!!"
Then Lao Sun looked calm, looked back at the stunned Mr. Zhao and me, smiled and said,
"I didn't say whether he was the winner or the loser. He must be given the chance to win such a famous name, Mo Guan!"
