Handsome old man Jian Xiu re-employment

In the end, Bai Fushui didn't understand how he brought Chen Chaosheng home.

Chen Chaosheng is a troublesome man with long hands and long legs.

Before going to sleep, she shed a pile of mess, and after waking up, he asked his senior brother to follow behind to wipe his ass.Bai Fushui thought to himself that he would have a few more wrinkles on his forehead.

He has experienced too much in these years, and he has understood many things since Tang Dynasty until now. Relying on this face, he has also gained a lot of benefits.

Bai Fushui didn't feel ashamed, nor did he feel uneasy.

He thinks his face is the most precious treasure in the world.

A person who doesn't know how to appreciate Bai Fushui's handsomeness and talent means that he lacks the basic quality of being a human being and lacks the discovery of beauty, so he will definitely not be able to fully realize the value of life.

"Baifushui..." Chen Chaosheng, who was carried on his shoulders, was soundly asleep, and babbled a few words from time to time.

Bai Fushui sighed, smoothing the newly formed lines on his forehead.

Master is still expanding the market overseas, and the position sent yesterday is in the stock market on Wall Street in Los Angeles.Coming back is at least October.

These days, he is the only one who can take care of Chen Chaosheng.

Chen Chaosheng has been sleeping for so many years, and now when he wakes up, the world has been turned upside down many times.

It was no longer the world Chen Chao lived in.

People often feel that their current situation is the most difficult.But after all, this era is completely different from that era. It is difficult to say which is better and which is more difficult and bad.Chen Chaosheng's sword skills are good, but he has no sword to use now.

I don't know how many babies that Shangfang sword gave birth to.After all, the production of swords is very different from the production of people.

They reproduce asexually, and their production relies mainly on metallurgy.Shang Fang Jian's apparent identity is the inheritor of some intangible cultural heritage sword casting technology.

Biejia's sword has been produced for decades, so it is not necessarily a sword.It made a mold for itself, mass-produced it, and wholesaled it to museums.One father is put in in the morning, and 58 sons and daughters are reaped in the night.

A sword completes the total production of the whole industry.

Chen Chaosheng seemed unaware of Bai Fushui's troubles, and still fell asleep.

Bai Fushui stepped on the money paper inadvertently, and felt even more upset.Every time Bai Fushui was the one to worry about, Chen Chaosheng, a slacker, slept like a pig.Pigs can also be turned into delicious fried pork with green peppers, and Chen Chaosheng can be regarded as the stuff that fried pork with green peppers passes through the stomach.

He pushed open the carved gate of the courtyard.

Chen Chaosheng opened his eyes, disturbed by the light, and knocked his forehead on something hard.

There was nothing in his stomach, and he was carried upside down by Bai Fushui, only to see a dark water stain on the ground, extending from the outside of the courtyard wall to the inside.

Bai Fushui's pants were wet a lot, but he didn't seem to know it yet.

Chen Chaosheng whispered: "Brother..."

"Are you awake?" Bai Fushui asked.

He threw Chen Chaosheng down.

Before Chen Chaosheng could adapt to the changing gravity, his attention was attracted by the water stain: "Brother, I want to tell you something...don't be angry."

"What?" Bai Fushui looked at him and suddenly had a bad feeling.

Chen Chaosheng glanced at him in embarrassment, then glanced at Bai Fushui's pants.

"Fart quickly." Bai Fushui said impatiently.

"Then I'll tell you." Chen Chaosheng lowered his voice, "Brother...you seem to have peed your pants."

"And peed a lot," he said.

His senior brother is indeed not an ordinary person.

I guess it was all the way from the police station to pee here.The water mark on the ground looks quite long, and there is a kind of unpleasant smell.

"That's your saliva." Bai Fushui glanced at him.

Chen Chaosheng closed his mouth knowingly.

Brother seems to be in a bad mood.

The night wind cooled down, blowing through the plastic factory with black smoke at the other end of the city, and there were still a few paper dusts along the way.

Same as Black Butterfly.

"Brother, I didn't mean it." He carefully took off his suit jacket, carefully covered it with Baifushui, and tied a beautiful bowknot on his sleeve.

Bai Fushui's forehead was on fire: "Chen Chaosheng..."

When the person in charge of the yard came out, Chen Chaosheng knew it was his uncle as soon as he saw the round belly.

Chen Chaosheng rushed to behind Master Uncle Meng without hesitation: "Uncle Master, he wants to hit me."

"Chen Chaosheng, don't force me to beat you on the Ghost Festival today." Bai Fushui said coldly, and went upstairs.

The banana tree on the side under the lamp was behind Bai Fushui, and Chen Chaosheng felt a little lonely when he didn't come.

"He seems to be angry." Chen Chaosheng murmured.

"Today is not a very good day." Uncle Meng stroked his beard, which looked more rounded.

"What?" Chen Chaosheng sat on the white marble steps.

There was the sound of a door being opened upstairs.

"Today is the anniversary of his parents' death." Uncle Meng said softly.

Chen Chaosheng was silent for a while.

The wind blew the air and the water dripped down, hitting the red bricks drop by drop, knocking out scattered brown holes one by one.

Baifushui's yard occupies a large area.

In the distance is a green mountain, and some lights can be seen faintly on the mountain, illuminating the hazy outline of the ridge.There are a few stars shining in the sky.

"Master, I have no father or mother." Chen Chaosheng said softly.

"People are always going to die." Chen Chaosheng sighed, "Brother doesn't look like a beast at this time."

Uncle Meng stepped forward and sat down on the steps: "Chaosheng."

"Master, do you think there are ghosts in the world?" Chen Chaosheng's sleepiness was rarely swept away by Night Breeze.

"I believe it." Uncle Meng smiled, "There is a god when you raise your head three feet."

"Then don't look back tonight." Chen Chaosheng said.

The house in Baifushui is still in the style of ancient Chinese architecture, and it is impossible to tell which dynasty it belongs to.

Just by touching it, you can tell that it is reinforced concrete, and the gold paint was applied not long ago, and it even smells slightly pungent.

It is decorated with carved beams and painted buildings, with a few frolicking phoenix birds on it.A palace lantern with orchids painted on it hung in the corner, but the lampshade was electrified.

The upstairs room was lit.

The yard is also well-maintained, with some precious flowers and plants planted.The area in the center is planted with willows, and the row below the willows is pepper seedlings and loofah vines, and the soil is turned over most neatly.

"It's so lively." Chen Chaosheng said.

"Fushui's parents sent him to the Hehuan School, and they never looked for him again." Uncle Meng took out the package Yellow Crane Tower from his pocket.

"What do you want him for?" Chen Chaosheng asked strangely, "Ask him for reincarnation?"

"Chaosheng, sometimes I feel that you are less human than Bai Fushui." Uncle Meng sighed, "Fushui lacks love in his heart."

"When I was still an elder in Jianzong, the Zongmen's running water was counted until night, but the child in Fushui was still awake." Uncle Meng said, "He is waiting for his Taoist companion. He lacks love, so he has been waiting for him for a long time. I want to find it in others."

Chen Chaosheng didn't quite understand.

He has no father and no mother, and he still lives to such an old age.There is no need for a Taoist companion, teaching him will only increase his worries.All that was missing was a comfortable big bed, which would best allow him to sleep for another few thousand years.

Moreover, the courtyard was very lively. There was a girl in Tsing Yi sitting on the wall. Although her head had been lost, she had a scar the size of a bowl on her neck.Standing behind Meng Xunfeng was a young man with disheveled hair, smiling with his mouth wide open.

"Brother, do you want a lot of love?" Chen Chaosheng asked.

"How much love does he want?" Chen Chaosheng looked at the young man, feeling somewhat familiar.

It seems that such a person died under his sword.

But he couldn't confirm.

Too many people died under his hands, and too many people didn't want to be reincarnated.Haohao, Tangtang and his group, Zhongyuan, came to Chen Chaosheng to chat about his parents in the underworld, asked Chen Chaosheng if he had a favorite girl, and said that so-and-so had reincarnated, and the dead gathered in that man's house in the underworld to have a party .

It seems to be the word party.

He then asked the man in Tsing Yi, "Senior?"

Meng Xunfeng only felt chills all over his body, and a gust of gloomy wind blew past, dimming the lights by two points.

Chen Chaosheng held his breath and made a trick.

The souls who had just returned from the underworld all over the yard appeared, and the whole yard was noisy.

Chen Chaosheng asked: "Uncle Shi, look, are there enough people?"

"My senior brother is very empty and lacks love. Seniors, please give him more love." Chen Chaosheng said to the man in Tsing Yi, "Please seniors, please love senior brother well."

All the ghosts in the courtyard lined up to go upstairs.

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The author says:

Chen Chaosheng: I can give my brother love from hell.

Bai Fushui: Chen Chaosheng, you are an undercover agent of the underworld faction by my side, right?

Master: It seems that my two direct disciples are living in harmony