Late Night Bookstore

　　 "Yo, clothes and beasts?"

　　Xu Qinglang just planned to close the door, and happened to see a "guest" in Zhou Ze's shop, came over and joked:

　　 "Brother, you look pretty trendy."

　　Zhou Ze extended his finger to the high hat on the middle-aged man's head and said, "What does this mean?"

　　 "Covering the coffin is conclusive."

　　 Xu Qinglang stretched his lazy waist,

　　 "Like the ancient emperor and the higher level ministers will have a posthumous title after their deaths, and it is also like that the grade certificate of primary school students at the end of the period will also have excellent, good, pass, and middle."

　　 "So, is this hat the evaluation given to him by the social network around him after his death?"

"Almost, it depends on luck. Ordinary people are not celebrities after death, and they can't get this stuff. Even celebrities are rare. In short, they have to rely on luck, just like you can get out of hell. Crawling out of here, the other ninety-nine ghosts have to go to reassure themselves.

　　 By the way, I remember that it seems that Qin Hui also had a tall hat on his head after the death of Qin Hui, and it said, "framed Zhongliang". "

　　 "The hat on top of Nayue Wumu's head is "Jing Zhong Bao Guo"?"

　　 "Tear, wear a high hat to go to the street, where is the posthumous hat?"

Zhou Ze let go of his hand, looked at the palm of his right hand, and was about to open the door of hell. He threw the goods into it. The goods just saw the young girl like a buffalo with affection. It was indeed very gentle, with a little angry character.

　　 "Do you want to send me down?" The middle-aged man seemed to be quiet now.

　　 "Otherwise?" Zhou Ze asked rhetorically.

　　 "Can I finish reading the last volume of this book?" The middle-aged man took out a bill from his pocket.

　　 "Hey, how about you calling Hanako?" The female corpse on the side could not help but sarcasm, "It seems that you did mix very badly in your life, even the loved ones did not give you any incense to worship."

The money bills given by the dead are different from the money bills burned by the living. Of course, the amount of money bills of the dead actually has a certain connection with the love of the loved ones, but there are also some limits, otherwise it will burn out if you burn it hard. The richest man in hell?

　　Middle-aged man pursed his lips and looked at Zhou Ze with earnest eyes: "I beg you."

　　 Xu Qinglang lit a cigarette beside him and said nothing. This was Zhou Ze's business.

　　Zhou Ze glanced at the Outline of Chinese Studies in the hands of middle-aged men and said, "I have read this book before. In my opinion, there are several obvious mistakes in this book."

　　 "Any book with academic value research will have its own mistakes, mistakes, and also the accumulation of predecessors." The middle-aged man is right.

　　 "But all are good books, what's the point?" Zhou Ze asked back.

　　 "In the letter from Zeng Guofan to Zeng Jize, there was such a sentence ‘You can’t lightly criticize the ancients’. The boss, although you open a bookstore, you are not a scholar after all.

The background of Mr. Qian Mu’s writing of this book was during the War of Resistance against Japan. At the time of writing this book, Mr. Qian Mu had already made the worst plan of dying the country. He wrote this book, thinking that if someone really dies in the future, someone could Relying on this book in the second half of the night to sneakily read, aftertaste the civilization and inheritance of our ancestors.

　　Critical and satire books are naturally more enjoyable, but if they really die in the future, someone will see this book and face all the satire and criticism, who will have the sentiment toward the old country and China? "

　　 The middle-aged man said head-to-head, holding a book in one hand and waving it in the other.

　　 It’s like the teacher at the podium is telling the truth to the students,

　　 is very excited and very engaged.

　　 "Are you a teacher?" Xu Qinglang asked with a smile, "Oh, I'm talking about life."

　　 "I am a middle school language teacher." The middle-aged man replied.

　　 "Sure enough clothes and beasts." Xu Qinglang snorted coldly, "I'm going to bed, good night, boss Zhou."

　　 Xu Qinglang waved his hand and left the bookstore to go back. The swaying posture was very graceful.

　　Zhou Ze turned his head to look at Bai Yingying, "Is the back of him just like the tortoise in the blue building of your time?"

　　 "Am I my age." Bai Yingying thought very seriously, then shook her head and said, "Hua Kui is not as good as him."

　　 Zhou Ze pouted, and there was no big surprise to Bai Yingying's answer.

　　The middle-aged man sat down to read the book again. He seemed to have no intention to guess whether Zhou Ze agreed, but to read more was the most important thing. Maybe he could taste more on Huangquan Road for a while.

　　Thinking about the restlessness of this guy when he saw the young girl before, Zhou Ze was so restless for him.

　　 "Boss, I think he is quite learned." The female corpse whispered.

　　 "Your wife's poor scholars who had previously hooked up, did you learn well?" Zhou Ze asked.

　　The white warbler nodded.

"This is inaccurate." Zhou Ze also had some difficulty in quantifying it, only to say: "Mr. Ji Xianlin has'I have no other hope in this life, I only hope that I can have more women a few days, and contact women from various places ''S record."

　　 "The literati are really lustful." Bai Yingying muttered.

　　 "Men are lustful." Zhou Ze corrected.

　　Baiyingying looked at Zhou Ze, and said with carelessness: "Boss, you are very determined."

　　 "Go and brush the toilet bowl again."

　　 "..." Bai Yingying.

　　I don't know why. Zhou Ze did not rush to open the gate of **** to put the middle-aged man in, but sat down opposite the middle-aged man, took out his mobile phone, and swiped the webpage casually.

　　 "What's your name?" Zhou Ze asked.

　　 The other party did not answer, and seemed to be immersed in the atmosphere of reading.

　　 "If you don't answer the book, you won't have to read it."

　　 "Any salary."

　　Zhou Ze nodded. When he was about to search for this guy's name to see this guy's previous lace news, the bookstore door was pushed open again.

　　Sister-in-law, go and return.

　　 "What are you doing back?" Zhou Ze stood up and reached out unconsciously to hold the middle-aged man's shoulder. He was afraid that this guy would be in heat again.

　　However, what surprised Zhou Ze was that the middle-aged man sat quietly and read there, showing no signs of restlessness.

　　 Hey, did you study well this time?

　　 Auntie took out her mobile phone and took a photo at the bookstore and took a picture of Zhou Ze, then sent it over, and then opened the voice and said:

　　 "Sister, I told you that I read in Xu Le Bookstore this afternoon, you don't believe it.

　　 Okay, okay, I'll go back here, I can't go back immediately.

　　Yes, I want to read books quietly and disturb others. "

　　 finished speaking, the little aunt threw out her tongue and let out a long breath, saying:

　　 "It's so dangerous, fortunately, I haven't had time to get a taxi, otherwise I'll expose the stuffing."

　　 "At a young age, don't go to those places that are smoky, it's easy to suffer."

　　Zhou Ze still reminded that even if she is not her little aunt, this is purely a middle-aged uncle's persuasion to the younger juniors.

　　 "Alright, how come Xu Le, you have become the same as my sister." The aunt obviously didn't listen.

　　 "What about that girl?" Zhou Ze asked.

　　 "She's home now, I just watched her take a taxi, and her family lives a bit far away. I originally wanted to take a taxi, and my sister came to WeChat Chagang to ask me what to do."

　　 "What about money?"

　　 "Of course the money brought her back." The little aunt said a little. "Relax, it's not 5,000 yuan. I'll pay you back when I send the pocket money."

　　 "You still?" Zhou Ze asked.

　　 "Yeah, isn't I still paying her back?"

　　 Her father was paralyzed at home, and her mother set up early. Life is not easy. I don’t want to see her work harder anymore.

　　Oh, she was once blamed by her class teacher in school, so now she is so reticent.

　　 I take her as a good sister, isn't it more to take care of her?

　　 OK, Xu Le, that's all for today, I'll go back first. "

　　 Auntie waved her hand and opened the door of the bookstore and walked out.

　　Zhou Ze sat down on the chair again, looked at the mobile phone for a while, and then looked at the middle-aged man who was reading a book seriously in front of him.

　　 Then said to himself:

　　 "A student who violated his class was found suicide by jumping off the building."

　　Middle-aged man continued to read, as if he didn't hear it at all, but his high hat was so clear and dazzling.

　　An ancient prisoner needed to tattoo his face to show his identity, playing as an inferior person, and the high hat in front of him had similarities.

Bai Yingying works very fast, there is no way, she was originally considered to be Miss Guijin's girl show, but now people have to bow their heads under the eaves, plus Zhou Ze has some cleanliness, undoubtedly makes her workload really big Some more.

　　 "Boss, I'm exhausted."

　　 Baiyingying took off her coat, and she was not afraid of the cold. She walked out wearing only a short sleeve with a rag in her hand.

　　 looks very young, but is well developed.

　　 "Boss, how did he think I didn't respond?" Bai Yingying wondered.

　　 "You are a dead person."

　　 "But I am also very beautiful." Bai Yingying made a charming gesture.

　　 "Forget it, you are so cold below, which man is estimated to have to be directly frozen and hard and immortal, even Wei,, and Brother don't have to eat."

　　 "I don't have a boss like you who laid you down." Bai Yingying gave Zhou Ze a glance, "Yes, your boss, your boss, is back? I heard her voice in the bathroom."

　　 "Well, come back and go again."

　　 Zhou Ze suddenly thought of something,

its not right,

　　If the middle-aged man doesn’t feel Baiyingying because it is a zombie,

　　 So why didn't he just feel about his little aunt just now?

　　Exclusion method, it is easy to get an answer:

　　 That's because this product only feels about the girl next to her sister-in-law.

　　 Online news reports have no photos because they want to protect the privacy of girls who have been violated.

　　 Some things,

　　 can't stand thinking,

　　 can't stand it,

slowly,

　　Zhou Ze pondered the taste.

　　Sister-in-law looks very spicy, but in fact, very heart-shaped, like a silly girl.

　　 "Hey, is that girl your student?" Zhou Ze asked.

　　Middle-aged man continued to read without answering.

　　Zhou Ze directly reached out and grabbed the book from the other party, "I want to ask you something."

　　 The middle-aged man raised his head, looked at Zhou Ze, and then nodded.

　　 "Have you ever violated her?" Zhou Ze asked again.

　　Middle-aged man still didn't answer~www.novelmtl.com~ No matter how good it is, I will send you to **** now. Zhou Ze threatened.

　　 "After reading the book, you can go on the road." The middle-aged man stood up and looked very free and easy.

　　 "Are you studying Wen Tianxiang, are you?" Zhou Ze said sarcastically.

　　 "No matter how she is, it is my student after all, it is my responsibility not to educate her well." The middle-aged man replied in this way.

　　 "Meaning that the news report I just read is fake. You didn't violate her. She deliberately splashed dirty water on you to ask the school to compensate?" Zhou Ze purged her lips.

　　 Then things are easy to think about, and the sister-in-law’s wallet should be stolen by the girl.

　　A girl in a poor family who worked as a winter vacation worker would take 5,000 yuan in tuition to go to the disco?

　　Sister-in-law, this is the set of others.

　　 "Tell me, have you ever violated her." Zhou Ze reached out and grabbed the middle-aged man's shoulder and asked seriously.

　　The middle-aged man was silent for a while, and said, "This is my business and has nothing to do with you."

　　 "Go to you, that's Lao Tzu's five thousand dollars!"

　　Zhou Ze wanted to slap and fan him, but he kept his hand, raised his hand, and threw it on the other party's hat.

　　 This hat,

so hard,

　　 actually made my nails feel a little tingling,

　　Look again. Even if the whole person was driven and flew out, the hat was still firmly rooted in the middle-aged man's head.

　　Zhou Ze thought of the sentence Xu Qinglang said before: everyone speaks gold.

　　 This hat,

　　Regardless of true or false,

　　 can't take off.