Recruitment???

What a bad idea, you can't imagine it. You obviously don't agree with it when you hear it.

Whenever this man was unhappy, his face would show with a shudder of coldness. The short man was a little dazed by the cold, and said sarcastically: "Isn't this bad?"

"What's so good about it?" Wen Shi said.

A question mark slowly appeared above the short man's head.

Wenshi stood facing him for a while, and finally realized that the clever Shen Qiao was no longer there.

In the past, he just thought about it in his mind, and the other party could understand what he meant. He was used to being able to say a word and never say another word, but now he couldn't do it anymore. He had to say everything on his mind.

So he said: "Do you know what we do? If you recruit two ordinary tenants, then when you see something and scream so loudly that the whole district can hear it, are you trying to scare them or who else?"

Chapo: "I'm sorry."

This man was stupid, but he apologized very quickly. When he heard that, his face softened a little, and when he was about to finish the order, he saw the other person added dejectedly: "The main estimate is that the rent is really not bad, two rooms can cost more than 7,000 .”

When hearing: "..."

His concept of price was still in 1995. He was silent for two seconds after hearing this number, and then turned around and left.

The dwarf followed fearfully, and as he was about to enter the villa gate, he couldn't help but ask: "Um...so what do you mean?"

He didn't look back when he heard it: "Just pretend I didn't say it."

Just scream, it's none of your business to scare whoever you want.

He was tall and had long legs, so he could walk quickly, but when he reached the door of the villa, he stopped again.

Seeing that he didn't come in, Chaozi was about to ask "What's wrong?" when he suddenly remembered what his grandfather Shen Qiao said -

He said that judges are human beings in nature. It is actually very difficult to keep a clean body in this world. If you are not careful, you will get dirty. In ancient times, judges actually had a lot of rules. They even had to be particular about entering other people's houses. They were very elegant. When entering a place where the owner is present, you will be asked for a pass to show your solemnity and to distinguish yourself from those monsters and monsters.

If the dead invite them in, they have to burn silver foil with their names. The living don't have that much trouble, they can just invite them verbally.

But now almost no one is so particular about it, and the rules have long been abolished.

A second ago, the short boy thought that Wen Shi had a bad temper and was not easy to get along with. Now when he saw him holding a silver umbrella rib and waiting coldly at the foot of the steps, he felt that this person who was supported by his grandfather was indeed different.

"Come into the house." The dwarf tried, "Is that okay?"

When I heard this, I was drafting in my mind, thinking about how to teach him. When I heard this, I was stunned, then lowered my eyes, closed my umbrella, and walked up the steps.

"Have you never been here?"

"No." Wenshi walked into the living room and looked around.

Every time he dies and comes out of the Wuxiang Sect, he will grow from a child to a young man in a short period of time, and then he will not change again, and he will look like this until he dies. So he took Shen Qiao to and fro. There are few places, and they rotate every ten or twenty years. In 1995, they were still in Xi'an. They had just planned to move to Ningzhou next year, but they couldn't wait until they left.

There were very few guests in the villa who came to express their condolences.

Shen Qiao's portrait is placed in the middle of the living room, with yellow and white banners hanging on both sides. Whenever someone bows their head, the two people sitting on the chairs in the east and west hall sing the person's name, and then play a piece of suona, gongs and drums.

In addition, there are not many objects in the living room, and all the spiritual objects are scattered. Anyone who knows it will know that this house is extremely...poor as soon as they come in.

There is a long picture hanging on the south-facing wall, which almost occupies the entire wall. It is a picture with words - the words are embedded in the picture. People who don't understand can only understand the picture. People who understand know that this is the universal knowledge of the world. Judge the complete name spectrum.

Starting from the founder, who has been passed down and what branches and sects it has been divided into are all listed above. Anyone who works in this field will have such a picture in their family.

When I heard about it, I saw my own name, followed by my apprentice, and then my apprentice's apprentice... all the way to Shenqiao, a line was filled with ink, representing the deceased.

"It took me six years to understand this picture." Chaizi said aggrievedly.

I heard that Shixin said that he was stupid enough, no wonder my line was not passed down to death.

His eyes fell on the back of Shen Qiao's name, and he frowned and tapped there: "Why is there an extra ball of dirty ink?"

The dwarf's face turned red, and he hesitated and said: "I was not sensible before. I saw that my name was not on it, so I added it."

Later he realized that the painting was alive and there was no use in repairing it, it was just a stain.

When I heard it, I stared at that place for a long time, and then I recognized the name of the dog crawling - Xia Qiao.

He suspected that Shen Qiao accepted this talented disciple because of the similar name and was blinded by fate.

There is an incense table next to the famous painting, and on it is a portrait of a green-faced man with fangs, red flowers and green willows. The man in the painting is holding a handful of white plum branches, which really does not match the evil look of the yaksha, and looks nondescript.

There are three words written on the edge of the painting: thin and strong - Dust is not available.

"The ancestor's name is quite special." Xia Qiao, the dwarf, said.

"This is his official name." Hearing this, he said, "Only semi-immortal people have such a thing."

"What about his real name?"

When Wen Shi looked at the painting, he lowered his eyes for a moment, smoked three sticks of incense, lit it, bowed three times and said, "Who knows."

"Why do they worship that?" A hoarse voice suddenly interjected.

When I smelled it, I put the incense on it and turned around to see a fourteen-year-old boy standing not far away. He pointed at the portrait of the ancestor and asked the middle-aged woman next to him, "Didn't you say you can't worship? If you worship, you will die badly - "

Before he could finish speaking, the unlucky child was pressed down by the middle-aged woman. She hissed and scolded in a low voice: "Why do I usually tell you? I speak so freely!"

She glared, and the last few words squeezed out from between her lips and teeth, which sounded very scary.

After saying that, she raised her head and smiled apologetically. She didn't know whether it was directed at Xia Qiao or the portrait: "I'm sorry, the child is not sensible, so I didn't take my words seriously."

"Oh, it's okay, it's okay." Xia Qiao waved his hand quickly.

It's okay.

When I heard this, I wanted to speak, but seeing Xia Qiao's timid appearance, I felt like I was not interested in talking, so I was too lazy to speak.

After the woman pressed her son's hand, she went to pay homage in front of Shen Qiao's portrait. The drummer next to her sang: "Zhang Men's lineage is from the Xu family, Zhang Biling."

"That name sounds familiar." Xia Qiao murmured in a low voice, turned around and scanned the famous chart, and found Zhang Biling. Her line was slightly higher than this one when she heard it.

"Wen...that." Xia Qiao wanted to call Wen Shi, but didn't know what to call him. Call him brother. He and Shen Qiao's seniority would be messed up. Don't call him brother...should he call him grandpa???

"I don't have a name?" Wen Shi looked at him coldly.

"Don't dare to scream." Xia Qiao stared at him with an honest look and quietly asked a question he had been thinking about for a long time, "This famous chart is alive, and sometimes it changes, and the names at the bottom will move up to the top. Our family's line has always been firmly at the bottom, is it because of our long experience?"

When hearing: "..."

He looked at Xia Qiao as if he was mentally retarded and said, "Don't look at qualifications, look at the living successors in each line."

Xia Qiao: "What then?"

When I heard it: "Whoever is more powerful has a higher position."

Xia Qiao: "The one at the bottom..."

He looked at Wen Shi's dying eyes, silently shut his mouth, and understood - the spectrum of this name is like a ranking list. Wen Shi's line, from the time Shen Qiao accepted him, was destined to be at the bottom of Shen's list. It has been dormant for many years.

No wonder there have been fewer and fewer people interacting with the Shen family over the years, and only a handful of people have come to express their condolences. There are even more ordinary neighbors. Zhang Biling is the first one on such a family tree.

Xia Qiao secretly glanced at Wen Shi, feeling a little guilty and depressed.

I don’t know where the name was in the painting when I heard it before, and I don’t know if the other person would want to beat him to death when he saw the current position.

Wenshi wanted to kill this useless thing. But more than that, he wanted to take a good bath and eat something.

"Where is the bathroom?" He patted Xia Qiao and said, "Lend me a set of clean clothes."

"Oh, there's it in the room, I'll get it for you."

When Wen Shi followed Xia Qiao and walked to the corridor of the bedroom, he suddenly felt a little uncomfortable. He hadn't had this experience for a long time, as if he was being stared at by something.

He looked back.

The view in the corridor is very narrow, and you can only see the open door of another bedroom and the shadow of the people in the living room cast diagonally on the ground.

"Wen..." Xia Qiao's voice came from the master bedroom. He struggled for a moment and said as if giving up: "Forget it, I'll call you Brother Wen. I'm sorry to offend you, but I didn't mean to mess with the seniority."

He bowed to the sky several times timidly and handed over a set of clean clothes.

Only then did Wen Shi look away from the shadow, took his clothes and walked into the bathroom, then leaned against the door frame and started waiting.

Xia Qiao wanted to go back to the living room, but seeing him like this, he suddenly hesitated in his steps: "Aren't you... taking a shower?"

"Um."

"Then...what do you want to see me do?"

"Waiting for water, waiting for basin, waiting for towels."

"???"

18-year-old Xia Qiao stared at Wen Shi, and after a moment he suddenly realized that there was a generation gap between them called 1995.

"Wait a minute, I'll mix the water for you." Xia Qiaoma walked into the bathroom and mixed the hot water for the man.

Wen Shi was still leaning against the door, his eyes falling on the floor tiles diagonally in front of him. It was still shadowy, reflecting the scene in the living room. There was nothing wrong with it, but the feeling of being stared at never disappeared.

He looked at it for a while and suddenly closed his eyelids.

It is always dark when ordinary people close their eyes, but that is not the case for him. He sees even more things after closing his eyes than when he opens them.

"Brother Wen?" Xia Qiao suddenly patted him from behind, "Are you sleepy?"

When I heard this, I opened my eyes and looked back at the shower room, which had a somewhat complicated structure. The water had been running for a while, and the heat was already suffusing it.
To be continued...