Feng Chunsheng complained: "Are you sick? We found the problem with your car, and now we give you plans, and you don't accept them? What are you going to do?"
"If this is my son's ghost, I will not get rid of him. I am sorry to my family. This ghost can stay in the car with me, I will drive more carefully from now." He was a little agitated.
His son and wife, and now he wanted to make up for the lost time, so he would rather let his son become a fierce soul than don't destroy his ghost.
I immediately smiled, patted his shoulder and said, "You are actually a good father, but your wife… not a good mother."
"Ah?" He looked at me.
I said to him. "I lied to you just. In fact, your son's ghost will not harm you. Although he often grabs your steering wheel, it's just a child's naughtiness, they like to grab things."
"Ah?" He was a little surprised.
Then I said, "Do you know how your son died?"
"How did he die?" He asked.
I said, "Your wife killed him. Of course, it was an accident."
He said, "How is this possible?"
I told him about his son.
Of course, this was what the fierce soul whispering in my ear told me.
Originally, four years ago, a few days after Qi Long had bought the Land Cruiser, he went to Beijing on a business trip, to buy some things for a construction site. The car was left at home.
His wife, Xiaoyu, was a beautiful country girl. She was not bad, just very vain.
In fact, it could be understood that Xiaoyu was a poor girl from a small village who had followed Qi Long to the city, where they were always looked down upon. Now she had money and a luxury car, so she wanted to go out to show off.
She took the two-year-old son, Little Hu, and went out with a few girlfriends, driving the Land Cruiser to the restaurant to eat.
At the dinner, Xiaoyu showed off what a good life they had now, what their car was, and so on.
After the meal her girlfriends left, and she offered to pay the bill.
She just remembered something. Her son, Little Hu, was still locked in the car.
When she got out of the car, she was thinking about how to show off and forgot that her son was still in the car.
So Xiaoyu ran to the roadside parking spaces, and opened the door to check up on him. Little Hu was dying in the car.
After all, the temperature was as high as thirty-seven degrees that day and the sun was blazing down on the street, turning the car into a steam-cooker. Two-year-old Little Hu, inside the car, was quickly dehydrated, and was barely breathing.
Xiaoyu hurriedly drove to the hospital and sent the child to emergency treatment. Unfortunately, her son had died. Locked inside the car, he was steamed dead by the hot air.
Xiaoyu was afraid that her husband would be enraged when he came back. In short, she was very afraid. She could only make up a lie to the doctor and say his child suddenly got a strange disease. Body dehydration.
The doctor did not bother to check the problem out more closely and could only express regret because her son was dead.
Little Yu died, and Xiaoyu was very melancholy and sad. After a few months, she also died.
After listening, Qin Long couldn't believe it. His started kicking his own car. "This trashy thing killed my family! Damn it."
He mercilessly kicked the car, denting the beautiful front.
I caught him and said, "There's a saying, 'always look forward'. Your son's ghost is still here, accompanying you. He probably doesn't have much time left, he'll soon disappear on his own."
"Alas! Alas!" He calmed down, got in the car and said to me, "Shui and that adviser, thank you. I have a red envelope for you, please accept my thanks."
After that, he handed me a red envelope full of money.
I did not want to accept the red envelope, but he was too enthusiastic and made me take it. He said I solved the problem he had in these many years.
After I took his red envelope, he started the car and said to the empty passenger seat, "Son, sit down. I'll take you to the city to stroll around first, and then if we have time later, I'll take you out to play."
If someone didn't know what was going on, they would think Qi Long was a madman.
But I knew how deep his love for his son was.
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After he left, I said to Feng Chunsheng: "Let's go split the money."
"I am delighted with this work," he said with delight.
However, when we had just returned to the tattoo room, he said: "Forget it, Shui. Take this money. Just record it in my account."
"Ah?" I asked him, "There is cash here, let's just split it."
He shook his head and said, "I know your situation, your mother is lying in the hospital waiting for money. First you take care of your mother's expenses."
"What?"
"Come on. We are friends, don't make a big fuss. Take all this money, consider it a loan from me." His pure eyes warmed my heart.
This was a real friend.
We waited for Chen Yuhao in the tattoo studio.
He hadn't come yet, so we talked about how to settle the matter of the ghost houses.
This business, in fact, wouldn't earn us too much money. I would find Liao Min to ask for money, but not too much; the most was a few tens of thousands of Yuan.
In this matter, though I would not to get too much money, the risk was very big.
But I had to do it for Mimi.
The two of us talked until three o'clock in the afternoon, waiting for Chen Yuhao.
Chen Yuhao was still very cold. When he saw us, he didn't laugh; he just had no expression.
He still wore the black robe, and his hair was stiff.
Only, this time, he had one more box.
On his back, he carried a black wooden box.
The box was three feet long and three inches wide, and we didn't know what was inside.
Chen Yuhao came to the door of my tattoo room, and suddenly jumped up, tore down my 'tattoo parlor' signboard, and strode in with it in hand.
He said to me three days ago, that if I couldn't come up with a plan to change the pattern, he would smash my signboard.
He would not tell a lie.
"Thought of a good plan?"
Chen Yuhao propped up my plaque.
I didn't know what to say.
"Brother Yu, the plan?"
"I asked you, did think of a good plan?" His speech was very calm. I could not tell if he was impatient or angry.
I said, "Brother Yu, there is a plan."
"Give it to me." He lifted his chin and stared at me.
I bit my lip and said, "It's just an idea, and there's no plan."
"So you don't have one?" His words were simple.
Seeing the momentum was wrong, Feng Chunsheng hurriedly came up and said, "Alas, alas, come on, guys, don't do this, don't hurt your feelings."
"Brother Yu, your pattern is really difficult to change, give us another day," He said.
Chen Yuhao smiled coldly: "Three days are three days. Two days are not three days; four days are not three days."
Then, he suddenly kicked my 'tattoo studio' plaque to pieces.
After kicking it, he went out the door and said nothing.
I shouted to him: "Stop."
Feng Chunsheng saw my nasty expression and was afraid that I wanted to fight with Chen Yuhao. He hurriedly grabbed me: "Shui, eliminate anger, eliminate anger."
"Why are you kicking my signboard? Why did you smash my signboard?" I shouted to him.
He looked back, glanced at me and said, "Three days ago, we had an agreement. After three days, if you can't give me a plan, I will smash your signboard. In the ghost business, the words will be practiced."
"Bullshit." I broke away from Feng Chunsheng, and ran up to him and stared at him: "I know you have ability, but you didn't obey the rules."
"How am I not keeping the rules? "He shook his head and was motionless.
I stared at him and said, "I'll tell you how. There's still one hour left until the three days are up."
"One hour? What are you going to do?" He mocked me again.
I said, "In one hour, I can give you a plan to change the pattern."
"Then give it to me." He stared at me.
I pointed at him: "But you have already smashed my signboard."
"If you can give me a plan, I'll get you a golden signboard tomorrow morning," he laughed.
"That's what you said," I said.
He said, "An honest man always keeps his word. If in one hour, you still can't give me a plan, then you will have wasted one more hour of my time."
"At that time, I will smash your shop," he said.
Feng Chunsheng hurriedly rushed to him, hugged his waist and said, "Shui had a momentary anger, he really didn't want to provoke with you, you don't have to argue with him."
I shouted to Feng Chunsheng: "Don't worry, this signboard has been here since I opened the shop. I could not let a person kick it to bits. Chen Yuhao, I bet you. One hour from now, I want you to pay me back a signboard."
After that, I began to write and draw on a sheet of paper.
He folded his hands and said, "I will not take advantage of you. One hour from now."
I didn't care about him, writing and drawing madly on the paper.
I had a vague idea, but I just couldn't think of a plan.
Time passed quickly. Feng Chunsheng said to me: "Shui, half an hour passed. What are you going to do?"
"Go aside." I continued to write and draw.
About fifty minutes later, Feng Chunsheng said to me secretly, "You don't need to be angry with him. We can't afford to have a fight with him. Call Liu the Sixth over to talk to him. This Chen Yuhao probably has the face of Liu the Sixth."