damn it

One afternoon, Dou Chengcheng spread dead dogs on the bed without leaving Qu Zhong's room door.

Qu Zhong didn't go out again, took a book and sat on the mottled wooden chair in the corner for half a day, didn't go out to cook until evening, then came in and sat down by the bed.

"Is there something on your mind?" Qu Zhong reached out and touched Dou Cheng's forehead, and asked after confirming that he was all right.

Dou Cheng didn't say a word, he waved Qu Zhong's hand and turned over on his stomach.

This tantrum was really inexplicable, but Qu Zhong didn't care, and even smiled.

"Get up and eat, and continue to lead the dog after eating."

Dou Cheng turned around speechlessly.

"You fucking..."

"Huh?" Qu Zhong interrupted Dou Cheng with raised eyebrows.

"Forget it." Dou Cheng turned over and walked towards the living room with his shoes on.

The food was already on the table, even served.

Dou Cheng was not polite either, he opened the stool and sat down and started to eat. The appearance of gobbling it up didn't seem like he hadn't eaten in a few lifetimes, but he seemed to be venting his anger.

Qu Zhong sat down opposite him, and gracefully picked up the chopsticks: "Because of the demolition?"

Dou Cheng paused for a meal, but he continued to eat vigorously after just one meal.

"I thought there was nothing you cared about in this world." Qu Zhong knew that he had guessed right, and said with emotion.

"Who said no?" Dou Cheng retorted vaguely with his mouth full of food.

Qu Zhong was amused: "Street Fighter?"

"Ah." Dou Cheng nodded seriously: "When I'm old enough to buy a thick gold necklace for my thumb..."

Qu Zhong: "Are you sure it's a necklace and not a dog leash?"

Dou Cheng: "...fuck!"

"What about when you get enough time to buy a thick gold necklace for your thumb?" Qu Zhong asked while holding vegetables.

"Then this is me." Dou Cheng freed his left hand and gave a thumbs up: "Street Fighter, when the time comes, the Qinglong Gang will count as a ball, and let their boss kneel down and call Dad."

Qu Zhong was even happier: "What misunderstanding do you have about Street Fighter?"

Dou Cheng rolled his eyes: "In your eyes, do I look like an idiot?"

"It's you who pretended to be an idiot, I'm just cooperating with you." Qu Zhong suddenly looked at Dou Cheng sternly, although the smile on his face was put away, his eyes were full of tenderness: "Do you feel better now?"

Dou Cheng's hand holding the chopsticks tightened, and the expression on his face finally became a little tense. The tip of his tongue pressed against his cheek, and he suppressed the choking in his throat.

"This house is the only thought left to me by my parents. If I don't even have this, I..." Dou Chengzhen rubbed his back teeth: "I really have nothing."

"Who said you have nothing?" Qu Zhong reached out and rubbed Dou Cheng's somewhat long hair: "You have their most precious memories, even if external factors disappear with time, your memories will always be buried deep in your heart No one can take away the treasure."

Dou Cheng was a little surprised: "Unexpectedly, you are quite good at comforting people."

"I saw it in the book." Qu Zhong held vegetables for Dou Cheng.

"What book? Lao Shizi's Painful Literature? You still like this kind, didn't you see it?" Dou Cheng looked at Qu Zhong while eating, no matter how he looked at it, he couldn't see the slightest literary atmosphere.

"I don't know what kind of book it is. It's quite old. It was printed vertically. It was buried with me in [-]." Qu Zhong looked calm.

"Whose funeral object?" Dou Cheng asked subconsciously before realizing that something was wrong, and suddenly the back of his neck felt chilly.

"Qu's ancestor's grave." After Qu Zhong finished eating, he put down his bowl and chopsticks and looked up at Dou Cheng.

Dou Cheng: "..."

In the evening, the two went to bed one after another. Seeing Qu Zhong picked up the book again and sat on the head of the bed to read it, Dou Cheng couldn't hold back the curiosity of looking at antique masterpieces and moved over, but found that it was not a masterpiece at all.

"I don't read much, so don't lie to me. Although I don't know most of these traditional Chinese characters, I still know the two characters of drama book. This should have nothing to do with the two painful literature words you dragged, right?" Dou Cheng's face was full of dissatisfaction after being fooled.

"I really didn't lie to you." Qu Zhong turned the book to the last page, and then pointed to a row of traditional lower characters at the bottom right corner: "That's the sentence."

Dou Cheng took a closer look, but he still didn't recognize him, but he was able to piece together a few simple words with guesswork. For the time being, he believed Qu Zhong's words, but he was more impressed by the script with such sentences written in it. Interested.

"What script is this?" Dou Cheng asked curiously.

Qu Zhong turned back and continued to read: "Strange Tales from a Liaozhai Studio."

Dou Cheng: "..."

Rolling his eyes, Dou Cheng shrinks back silently.However, after lying down for a while, I started to roll the pancakes.

"Can't sleep?" Qu Zhong flipped the pages of the book and glanced at Dou Cheng out of the corner of his eye.

"Close your eyes and you will see being pinched by a ghost." Dou Cheng kicked the quilt impatiently: "When will such a hell day be the end!"

"There is a saying: don't perish in adversity, but grow in adversity." Qu Zhong stared at the book with a smile on his lips: "Only the weak can hope for peace, and the strong can only create peace."

Dou Cheng was taken aback when he heard that: "What do you mean?"

"It means..." Qu Zhong closed the book, put it on the bedside table, and then looked at Dou Cheng: "Since you don't know when this hellish day will end, instead of worrying about it every day, for example, make yourself stronger and overcome it." Adapting, even turning yourself into a ghost, is much more ambitious than your Street Fighter."

Dou Cheng: "...that's easy to say, tearing a lamp grass."

"It's not light, you just say if you have the ability to do it?" Qu nodded, and actually used the aggressive method.

"The provocative method is useless to me. Although I don't know what you are planning, don't try to fool me with the provocative method." Dou Cheng closed his eyes, but opened them again after a while: "Actually, it's nothing to hell, If I say I’m afraid, I’m really scared, but it’s also very exciting, but there’s one thing that’s kind of fucked up. I can’t see what I want to see. It’s all a bunch of soy sauce. My parents have passed away for so many years, let alone seeing them, I have never dreamed of them. .”

As soon as the words were out of his mouth, Dou Chengcheng touched his nose uncomfortably, feeling like he was bewitched today, and became so sentimental that he even disliked himself.

Qu Zhong stretched out his hand and rubbed Dou Cheng's head: "Fool, it's better if you don't see him."

Dou Cheng was covered in goose bumps by Qu Zhong's doting tone, and rubbed his arms in disgust.

Qu Zhong smiled and didn't care: "If you can't see them, it means that they are doing well now. When people die, their souls die and their souls pass through the river of forgetfulness. The six paths of reincarnation are the true fruit. In this world, lonely souls and wild ghosts, no matter whether it is a coincidence or obsession, If you read too deeply, you can’t help yourself, and ghosts yearn for reincarnation, just like people yearn for rebirth.”

Dou Cheng is not really that ignorant, he can hear that Qu Zhong is comforting himself in a disguised form, he still accepts this kind of love, it is rare to restrain his stubbornness, and smiled gently at him: "Thank you."

"I'm telling the truth." Qu Zhong did try to comfort Dou Cheng, but he didn't make it up. After a pause, he added another sentence: "However, what I said is to let you learn to become stronger yourself. , you can think about it again, a person must have a goal, you have been ignorant for 23 years, do you want to continue to be ignorant? Don't say you are a street fighter, you know in your heart whether it is reliable or not."

"Tsk, you are training your son." Dou Cheng frowned, a little uncomfortable, but he didn't feel angry.

"If I wanted such a bastard son like you, I would have beaten him to death several times." Qu Zhong smiled, turned off the light and lay down. Well, what I told you, you should think about it for yourself, and come to me after you think it through."

Dou Cheng didn't sleep, he was staring at the blood lantern hanging above the bed without blinking, the more he looked at it, the more weird he felt, but it was strange and reassuring.I unknowingly emptied my mind, and I didn't even know when I fell asleep.

In the next few days, Qu Zhong didn't go out, and Dou Cheng also stayed at home.

Don't say that such a day is really boring.

Dou Chengcheng has always been a restless person, but due to the situation, he is almost moldy now, but it is not what it used to be, he can't afford to be idle now, it's exciting... it's very exciting, what a game What is life!In this way, after thinking about what Qu Zhong said before, it makes sense. I don't know when this hellish situation will be the end. He can't keep hiding and aggrieved like this all the time, can he?

However, what did Qu Zhong mean by becoming stronger? Could it be that he was asked to learn how to catch ghosts?

Uh... is this making him a Taoist priest?

The scene of him doing the dojo with a group of Taoist priests beating gongs and drums flashed through his mind, and Dou Cheng shivered suddenly, which was really unimaginable.In fact, he has always felt that Taoist priests are bluffing and deceiving. Sometimes a passage of scriptures can be sung for an hour or two over and over again.

But Dou Cheng didn't think too much about it, because the next day, the 90-year-old grandma Gao passed away. It is said that she died of a sudden illness while going out to pick up garbage. In the pile, the body is stiff.Grandma Gao is a widowed woman who died in her early years and lost her son in her later years. She has no relatives, and the neighbors help to arrange the funeral. Dou Cheng received a few small favors from the elderly when he was young, so he took the initiative to help with this matter, and even took the initiative to replace her. He took the position of the children and grandchildren of the old people, and helped to wear hemp and mourning.

Because of the help from the neighbors, the funeral was simplified and rushed. I just found a Taoist priest to give me a small ashram that day, and I was cremated and buried the next day, and the cemetery was chosen as a mass grave on the outskirts of the city.

The weather was bad on the day of Grandma Gao's funeral. When I got up early in the morning, it was windy and rainy.There were a lot of people who originally planned to give them away, so they gave up the idea. After all, they were not relatives or friends. It is enough for everyone to do this. There is no need to follow the wind and rain. The spiritual Dou Cheng followed the Taoist priest all the way to send the old lady's ashes up the mountain.

Qu Zhong happened to have something to do that day, so he left early in the morning, so he didn't accompany him on the trip up the mountain.

But it was also a coincidence that when I passed by the door of blind Liu's shop, I happened to catch up with Qu's family to pick up the items. Small items were always carried or hugged, and four people carried them like the funeral bed.All the way, the battle was much more lively than the funeral team here, and their destination was the same as theirs, which was to go to the outskirts of the city.