After sending Shen Qiao away, Bai Ze looked left and right at Yao Meier.
"People and ghosts have different paths, little brother, if you look at it like this, be careful that you can't pull it out." Lingyu couldn't help but laugh when she saw Bai Ze's virtue.
Bai Ze rolled his eyes. Isn't this nonsense? Don't mess with things. It's just pure curiosity.
"Boss, you look like this, I'm so panicked!" Yao Mei'er felt uncomfortable all over. If she hadn't been wearing clothes, she would have felt like she was being looked at.
"Don't be flustered. I just saw you making Wangyou Tea, and I wanted to ask you how you came up with the idea?" Bai Ze's curiosity made him want to not shed tears until he saw the coffin, and not give up until he reached the Yellow River.
Yao Meier let out a sigh of relief, it turns out it was because of this!
One drop of raw tears, two cents of old tears, three cents of bitter tears, four cups of tears of regret, five cups of tears of lovesickness, six cups of tears of sickness, seven feet of tears of separation, this eighth taste is the sad tears of the tea maker.
The Eight Tears of Forgetfulness Tea are used as a guide to remove the bitterness and leave the sweetness. After a lifetime of suffering, a pot of good soup can be made.
As Bai Ze recalled it in his mind, this recipe seemed strangely familiar.
After rummaging through my mind, I still found nothing. It wasn't until I remembered someone that I frowned.
Legend has it that there is an old woman on Naihe Bridge who gives away decoctions here all the year round.
The world calls her Meng Po, and the soup she gave her is called Meng Po soup.
Drink it and forget the memories of your previous life, and reincarnate with peace of mind.
When Hei Wuchang heard about it, he rolled his eyes: "Only Meng Po knows the recipe of Meng Po soup. With the departure of Meng Po, it has long been lost. The recipe of Meng Po soup known to the world is not complete.
It’s really a great achievement for Yao Meier to be able to make the Wangyou tea that can replace Meng Po’s soup. You no longer need to resort to ghost magic to seal the memories of past lives.”
Everyone has their own thoughts, so the night ends like this.
After closing time, Bai Ze's chest felt inexplicably hot, which puzzled him.
"It's strange. Even though you three ghosts are here, Yama Luoling has long been familiar with them and won't emit heat.
If something goes wrong, there must be a monster, I'll go out." Bai Ze turned around and left, taking Hei Wuchang with him.
After leaving the door, we followed the instructions and arrived at the garden community.
This is one of the best slum communities in Guangdong Province. The people who live in the community are all people with no status. Apart from having a house that does not belong to them, most of them live a life without a meal.
This garden community is quite old. It was first built in the 1980s, and it still has stairs to this day.
Stopping at the door of Room 402, Unit 3, it seemed nothing strange.
"Little brother, there is an old woman inside, blind and helpless." Hei Wuchang sensed the situation inside and reminded her.
Old granny? Bai Ze was confused. Could this old granny be the one who asked Yama Luoling to issue the early warning?
The old woman opened the door: "Who are you?"
Bai Ze was speechless. He didn't expect that his grandma still heard them when they spoke so quietly.
Just as she was thinking about how to answer, the old woman suddenly remembered something.
"Oh, you are the friends Ajie said, right? Come in, although Ajie...
He promised that if a friend comes, he can give him a ride." The old woman turned around, a muddy old tear fell, and she wiped it away imperceptibly, walking slowly.
The small dwelling is full of traces of warmth. It seems that Ajie is still a little expert who loves to tidy up.
The room was clean and tidy, and the old lady fumbled to pour tea.
Bai Ze said, "Mother-in-law, don't bother, we're not thirsty."
"When guests come home, there is nothing to entertain them. Although the tea is not good, it is the way to treat guests." The old woman poured the water and slowly put it on the coffee table.
Originally, Bai Ze wanted to help, but as soon as he stood up, the old lady stopped him with a look.
"Drink. After drinking, let's meet Ajie." The old woman choked with sobs. Ordinary people would not understand the pain of a white-haired person giving a black-haired person.
The old lady's condition felt strange from the moment she saw them.
Bai Zeqian took a sip and saw the computer in the living room suddenly lit up.
Without anyone operating, I moved the mouse and opened the writer's assistant. I was coding like crazy in silence.
The author's name is displayed on the creation interface. At this glance, he opens his eyes wide and likes to repair air conditioners. He really knows this author.
Although not many people know him, when they see his works, they will fall into the artistic conception he weaves.
This is his fifth work, which was serialized three years ago.
So far, it has 7.99 million words. The name of the work is "Apocalypse of Youth". It is a niche text. Not many people know about it and even less have read it.
On the first day I wrote the article, I said that I would never ask for leave, and that I would maintain a frequency of at least two updates and a maximum of eight updates every day.
The announcement goes like this: Friends, your dear Squid is back, this time with full sincerity, telling about the confusion of youth and the things about youth.
Three years ago, when there were not many words, the tavern was pretty busy. I read a few chapters in my spare time, and it was really good.
An online article about youth pretending to be pigs and eating tigers, which is not fantasy science fiction, can write 7.99 million words. I really admire it in capital letters.
The screen lights flickered on and off, and lines of text were written very quickly on the new chapter interface.
Save and review, chapter by chapter.
The last chapter is actually the completion announcement.
Completion Announcement: All the holes that need to be filled have been filled. Although there are still many imperfections, the time is running out for Squid. If there is an afterlife, I will definitely become your Squid Dada again.
When I finished writing the three words of this book, I felt relaxed and still had some unfinished feelings.
Okay, that’s all I have to say. Thank you to all the fans for their continued companionship from the beginning of Cuttlefish’s writing.
Cup your fists and salute, thank you!!!
The years are long and the world is far away. See you again if we are destined!
At this time, the old lady suddenly said: "Thank you for giving the child some time to complete what he wants to do."
Bai Ze was slightly stunned. Did the old lady know that they were?
"Don't be curious, don't be surprised, although the old lady can't see, her heart is very clear.
You two have a unique temperament that does not belong to this world.
Old lady, my legs are about to step into the loess, and I will more or less notice it." The old lady stood up, stared at the computer desk for a while, and silently returned to the room.
Bai Ze recalled the details of their first meeting and gradually discovered the clues. From the first moment he met them, the old woman's expression always showed a trace of reluctance.
Hei Wuchang pulled Ajie back.
Without saying goodbye, he just took a look and returned to the tavern. The old woman's muddy tears fell from her eyes.
Ajie appeared and appeared translucent.
His eyes were dull, but there was a trace of transparency in them. That trace of transparency was his persistence, or the obsession of being a ghost.
Bai Ze turned around to make noodles, and Yaoyao came over curiously.
"Hey, why is he so transparent?" She opened her eyes curiously. Based on her experience, she still couldn't figure out why!