Yokai grocery store

A certain dragon was driven out of the grocery store again, and the room was quiet for a while.

Xiang Xiaocheng stopped chatting with Boss Shen, he was reading the novel recommended by the man in black just now with his mobile phone.This is a novel about brotherhood. One of the protagonists, Long Ge, is a big boss of a mafia/Taoist family.

The two protagonists join forces to fight in all directions.Brother Long often goes out to fight/fight, and lives with his head tied to his waistband, so he is often injured, and Dr. Xiaohua treats him very distressedly every time, and coaxes him gently...they are involved again and again in this way. There is a touching brotherhood in the relationship, relying on each other and supporting each other.

Later, a certain villain appeared out of nowhere, disrupting the balance of black and white.As a result, the world was in chaos, and what he saw was about to lead to a catastrophe. Brother Long stepped forward and personally dealt with the big villain.

However, due to an accident, Brother Long was knocked down by the villain's death blow, and he couldn't be saved, so he died.

Xiao Hua, who lost her brother, has been depressed ever since, and misses her good brother Long Ge deeply. She never married (additionally, never married).

Ah, what a beautiful brotherhood!It's touching... no, it's touching!

Xiang Xiaocheng's eyes were red, his voice was choked up, and he said to Boss Shen sobbing, "Boss Shen, this Doctor Xiaohua is really sad! He lost his good brother!"

Shen Qingzhuo: "..."

Boss Shen, who didn't change his face, said "Yes", and began to think about how to return a big gift to the famous writer, the old turtle.

The novel is not long... The main reason is that the author is too slow to update, even saying that he is Zhou Gengliu is flattering him.So Xiang Xiaocheng quickly finished reading the latest update, and sighed unsatisfactorily: "It's gone."

Shen Qingzhuo didn't reply, he was making Kongming lanterns.

This is what Xiang Xiaocheng needs to use when going home. Shen Qingzhuo did it very meticulously, slowly gluing the snow-white paper and brackets, smoothing and gluing the corners one by one.

After sticking it, he picked up the pen to draw again.

Xiang Xiaocheng stretched his neck to look.After looking at it for a long time, I didn't understand what he was painting, but Boss Shen lowered his head and looked very serious, so he didn't want to disturb him.

After finally finishing a Kongming lantern, Shen Qingzhuo handed it to him.

This lamp is exquisitely made, it is very big, almost half the height of a person, narrow at the bottom and wide at the top, the snow-white paper is painted with complicated patterns, winding and twisting, like patterns, like cloud patterns, like layers of vines, saying I don't know what it looks like.There is a shelf inside the Kongming lantern, which is probably the place where the candles are placed, but it is empty at this time.

Xiang Xiaocheng's gaze was attracted by the complicated lines, and just as he was about to speak, he felt his eyes darken, and the surrounding scene changed silently.

He only panicked for a moment, and in the next moment he felt a familiar warm and soft current, wrapping his whole body, so comfortable that he wanted to fall asleep immediately, as if he had returned to the original situation in his mother's womb.

Suddenly there was a squeeze feeling, Xiang Xiaocheng was in a trance, and unconsciously said "ah", but there was a thin and soft baby cry, and someone else said happily in his ear: "It's a big fat boy! This little one looks so cute!"

On the Kongming Lantern, the ink-colored streaks with a little golden light seem to come alive, floating up from the snow-white paper, wrapping around Xiang Xiaocheng, and turning into countless scenes - that is Xiang Xiaocheng's short life.

Falling to the ground, babbling, toddler... Surrounded by the gentle and kind teaching voices of relatives.

Burning the lights and fighting at night, achieving success in learning, and rushing to work... Surrounded by the hearty and cheerful chatting and laughing of friends.

The sound of frogs and cicadas in the village when he was young, and the hustle and bustle of the city when he grew up... Countless voices rang in his ears.

Until the end, the mountains stretched, and the ice and snow reflected the scorching light under the warm sun. He heard the sound of melting ice and snow, so soft and gentle, like a butterfly breaking out of a chrysalis and quietly spreading its wings, brushing past his eyelashes , brushed off many tears.

When Xiang Xiaocheng came back to his senses, tears were streaming down his face.

No need to ask what the texture is anymore.

Afraid that the Kongming lantern would get wet with his tears, he hastily handed it back to Boss Shen, and then hurriedly wiped away his tears... It turns out that ghost tears are also warm.

Xiang Xiaocheng sucked his nose hard, holding back the tears that he still wanted to shed, but failed, not only failed, but also cried out of breath, and started hiccupping again.So he could only hiccup and say, "Thank you hiccup, Boss Shen hiccup."

Boss Shen is probably a god in the sky!Xiang Xiaocheng's eyes were red: "Boss Shen... I am like this, did I buy a wish from you?"

A wish to go home.

He remembered the special small business "wish" Boss Shen had mentioned earlier, and vaguely understood something.

Shen Qingzhuo put away the Kongming Lantern - with a wave of his hand, the Kongming Lantern was hidden in a certain space, and he nodded.

"Then...do I have to pay anything?"

Usually, you have to pay for shopping, and wishing for such a special thing must also be rewarded...Xiang Xiaocheng is a little worried, he is just a ghost now, and there is nothing in his pocket except the paper money his family burned for him Can he afford the reward?

Shen Qingzhuo saw his uneasiness, smiled gently, and said, "The reward I want... is a ray of moonlight."

Xiang Xiaocheng was dumbfounded, showing a look of incomprehension, Shen Qingzhuo didn't explain much, just let him wait until the Mid-Autumn Festival.

……

So Xiang Xiaocheng continued to live in the grocery store.

Fortunately, Xiang Xiaocheng was a cheerful and cheerful person before his death, and he is also a ghost who doesn't like to be sad when he dies. Except when he really misses his family, he will be a little sad, but he will be pulled over by the narcissus basin soon.

"You must be a Ruyao talker in the Northern Song Dynasty." During a small chat one day, Xiang Xiaocheng sighed, "You don't even have a mouth, why are you so good at beeping."

The Narcissus Basin is very dissatisfied with this new nickname, what a crappy name it is, it is an insult to the dignity of its noble Narcissus Basin!If it had feet, it must have jumped up angrily and hit Xiaocheng on the head.

Xiang Xiaocheng was annoyed by it, laughed out loud, and quickly changed the subject: "Speaking of which, Boss Shen's hands are so clever!"

After staying for a few days, he already knew what the room he slept in every night was, and it was actually just a small wooden house the size of a palm!It is said that Boss Shen did it himself.

Xiang Xiaocheng was very surprised, and asked Boss Shen for this wooden house to observe carefully.Although the wooden house looks ordinary on the outside, every detail is well carved. It has everything that should be in an ordinary house, and there are even exquisite bookshelves, desks, and a small soft couch by the window, where Xiang Xiaocheng sleeps. Very comfortable.

The narcissus basin is a narcissus basin that is easy to divert attention. It immediately shifted the topic to praise Boss Shen, and proudly said: "Of course, our Boss Shen can do everything! Our Boss Shen is amazing! We are more powerful than that big black dragon." sharp!"

Xiang Xiaocheng heard something, and repeated in doubt: "Big black dragon?"

The narcissus basin paused, and immediately let out a haha ​​in an attempt to get away: "Ahahaha! It's that man who comes every day! His surname is Long..."

Xiang Xiaocheng was dubious. When it came to the surname Long, he couldn't help but think of the novel again. The man said it was a story between him and Boss Shen.

Shen Xiaohua sounds a little cute for no reason.

Ah, no, no, Boss Shen is so good, how could he make up Boss Shen indiscriminately!No, no, Xiang Xiaocheng thought to himself, shaking his head like a rattle, and was seen by the man who just stepped into the grocery store.

Long looked at this silly little devil inexplicably, clicked his tongue in disgust, and asked the narcissus basin: "Is he completely stupid?"

The narcissus basin felt the familiar coercion, and pretended to be dizzy.

In the past few days, Long has come to report on time every day, and he has to send things to Boss Shen every day, sometimes it is bright bouquets, sometimes it is crystal clear jade, and sometimes it brings a lot of food that makes ghosts salivate just by smelling it. .

However, the man's aura was too fierce, whenever the food box was opened, Xiang Xiaocheng only dared to chirp with the narcissus basin, and did not dare to go up to beg for food.

Shen Qingzhuo drove him away a few times, and Long didn't argue with him. Every time, he had to find a chance to eat a few mouthfuls of soft tofu with a sweet taste, and then left with satisfaction, and then showed up at the grocery store with a new gift on time the next day the door.

I don't know where he found so many things...or robbed.

After a week like this, the Mid-Autumn Festival finally came.