Chapter 62 The Pen of Merit...

The Night Banquet of the Demons in Longcheng was set on the twenty-eighth day of the twelfth lunar month in the Chinese calendar. There is no New Year's Eve in this year, and it is the last day before New Year's Eve.

Zhao Yunlan received a post from the demon market early in the morning, and it was delivered to his window by a sparrow.

His office has been cleaned and cleaned so that the windows are bright and clean. There is a huge floor-to-ceiling window on one side. When the curtains are opened, the winter sun will come in in droves. The water Guanyin is dripping, and there is a tank of leisurely silver arowana at the door.

There is a soothing guqin song playing on the stereo. In the spacious office, two people occupy each side - Shen Wei came to water the plants in the office, then took the book and sat while reading, temporarily acting as his assistant , Zhao Yunlan asked him to help him prepare a bowl of cinnabar, took out a dozen thick huáng paper talismans that he didn't have time to use, and lay down on the table with his eyes closed to draw talismans. Instead, it changed from passing the time to a peaceful way to relax, and the spell to ward off evil spirits was placed in a row on the corner of his desk.

Across the distance, he can feel the warm and abundant power on the paper talisman. He is usually the most impatient of this kind of thing, but for some reason, when he is with Shen Wei, he is always influenced by the other party involuntarily. Sink a lot.

When Zhu Hong knocked on the door and walked in, she saw two people who complemented each other without disturbing each other. Her footsteps were obviously hesitant at the door, and she felt that it was superfluous to walk in, which was really boring.

She bit her lip secretly, nodded coldly at Shen Wei, and then said to Zhao Yunlan, "I want to go out, the year-end bonus is down, I have to go to the bank for Wang Zheng."

When the poor ghost Zhao Yunlan heard this, he immediately became excited, and nodded hastily: "Well, okay, let's go."

Zhu Hong took out another form from the folder: "Also, this is our department's budget for this year's New Year's Eve. In addition to food, some sacrificial supplies must be purchased in advance. I will read it to you, no problem, you can sign, I will Go to finance and apply for a loan."

Zhu Hong read item by item, Zhao Yunlan sat there and listened, the two quickly checked, Zhao Yunlan took over and signed at the position of her finger, Zhu Hong finished her official business, and then glanced at Shen Wei, hesitantly Ask: "This year...are you still keeping vigils with us this year?"

Zhao Yunlan didn't lift his head: "Ah, why not?"

Zhu Hong just showed a look of joy, but the next moment, she heard Zhao Yunlan say again: "Not only am I here, but I have to bring my family, right?"

I don't know if it was because he was used to teasing and teasing all day, or because of Zhu Hong's presence, Shen Wei didn't react much, just smiled softly, and scolded in a low voice, almost flirtatious: "Screw you."

Zhu Hong's face sank again for a moment, and after a while, she said dully: "Oh, it's fine, I'll go."

"Hey, wait." Zhao Yunlan stopped her, cleaned up the peace spell written on the table, opened the drawer, took out a dozen thick paintings from the inside, and handed it to Zhu Hong, "The Antique Street There is a small shop at the head, behind the big locust tree in the innermost, and there is no house number. There is an old man watching the door. You knock on the door and enter, and show this to the old man who is watching the shop for me. The prices are old rules, he knows , but tell him that I drew it blindly, let him check it carefully, and if there are any flaws, give him a discount."

Zhu Hong took it, put it in the pocket of his down jacket, and asked in surprise, "You actually sell paper talismans?"

Zhao Yunlan smiled: "Do I have to support my family? I must have some other income. The house I just bought needs to be renovated urgently."

Zhu Hong didn't finish listening, didn't say a word, turned around and left.

She actually wanted to ask if she wanted to accompany him when she went to the demon market at night, but it seemed that she didn't need it now.

The door of the director's office was slammed shut, and Shen Wei raised his head from the ancient book: "Did she treat you..."

"Yeah." Zhao Yunlan spread out a new piece of paper and measured it with his fingers, while saying, "I didn't notice it before, but now that I know it, it's best to cut off her thoughts as soon as possible."

Shen Wei sighed.

"What are you sighing for?" Zhao Yunlan smiled silently, "What's the future of an office romance? Besides, there are different ways of being a ladyboy, and there is nothing to mess around with."

He said that the speaker had no intention, but Shen Wei was intentional to the listener. After a moment of silence, Shen Wei said, "Then you and I... are not people and ghosts in different ways?"

"Huh?" Zhao Yunlan stretched out his hand covered in cinnabar, and was stunned for a moment. Then he realized that he had said something wrong, and immediately corrected him, blurting out, "How are you? I like you so much."

He said these words so lightly, as if lifting weights so lightly that it was not a sweet talk to make people happy, but just... In the winter when the whole world is covered with heavy snow, sitting in a warm room, holding tea and smelling the aroma of tea, such a small amount of gossip .

Zhao Yunlan's hand that was pressing on the corner of the paper talisman was suddenly held by someone, the tip of his pen paused, and the spiritual power on the talisman suddenly leaked, and a piece of paper talisman was useless.

Shen Wei, who had approached him at some point, put his hands on the handle of the chair, and his two arms encircled Zhao Yunlan. He even held his breath, approaching each other almost reverently, closing his eyes, his eyelashes trembling slightly. , and then kissed the tip of his nose cautiously. After a while, he dared to move down slowly, probing little by little, and landed on Zhao Yunlan's slightly grumpy lips.

So gentle, so gentle, even if he gently pry open Zhao Yunlan's lips and go in, it makes people feel that he is not trying to do something.

It's just a matter of love, wanting a skin-to-skin kiss.

For Shen Wei, that feeling was like some kind of deadly poison. After struggling hard, it was still hard to resist, but it got deeper and deeper.

At this moment, someone broke in without knocking on the door. After seeing something he shouldn't be looking at, the guy scolded again and silently backed out.

Shen Wei was suddenly alarmed by the sound of the door, and stood up in a panic, coughing as if to hide something.

Daqing, who was at the door, scratched the outside with his cat's paw, and asked loudly in a long voice, "Leader? Comrade Leader, are you there? Are you busy?"

Zhao Yunlan sneered: "Get in here!"

Daqing ran over and glanced at Shen Wei, it felt very novel - it had never seen such a reserved and shy human being around Zhao Yunlan. For a moment, Daqing miraculously thought that Shen Wei was Wei's expression was as if in the news of sweeping the huáng, those who had just been handcuffed by the people's police to sell yín.

He was so embarrassed that his face was almost flushed to his neck.

In this way, it really feels like a person in a peach blossom painting with a human face. It is no wonder that the big hooligan has been chasing it for more than half a year and has not eaten it yet. Daqing silently commented on Shen Wei with the eyes of a cat. some time.

Then it raised its tail and thought with schadenfreude: No matter how good-looking you are, you can't see a big hooligan.

The big hooligan said impatiently: "I'll give you two minutes to make a self-statement. If you dare to talk nonsense, there is no discussion about skinning and scarfing!"

The black cat squatted on his desk: "I wrote a letter to the Hua Yao clan, you should have received an invitation too, right? You have a lot of acquaintances in the Yao clan. After fainting at night, someone was waiting at the west entrance of Antique Street. You, just go directly, don't forget to bring a gift."

When it said this, it glanced at Shen Wei: "Mr. Shen knows the rules, right?"

Shen Wei nodded: "Don't worry, I will take care of him."

Daqing was relieved—it always believed that human beings must know shame before they can be trusted, and Mr. Shen seems to be more reliable.

Zhao Yunlan was about to issue an expulsion order when his phone suddenly rang. He casually touched his cell phone, muttered "Who is it", and picked it up. Daqing squatted on the table, condescendingly caught a glimpse of the word "Queen Mother" on the caller ID, and immediately became excited, straightened his back, and waited to see Zhao Yunlan's joke.

I saw that Zhao Yunlan first said five people and six people: "Hello, Zhao Yun from the Special Investigation Department..."

Then his voice stopped abruptly, and the whole person seemed to be weak like a cat. In a quiet and well-behaved voice, he almost nodded and said, "Hey, I didn't see it just now, I was wrong mom."

Zhao Yunlan originally sat on his swivel chair, thinking he was very powerful and domineering, but as soon as he answered the phone, he automatically shrunk into a ball, shaking his head and waving his tail like a little eunuch who followed behind the emperor in ancient times, Daqing was silent. He smirked and fell on the desk.

"No, I really didn't dare to forget." Zhao Yunlan said, "I do have something to do tonight, really... Hey, don't ask, about work—no, when did I go out and fool around? It's a cold day. Where am I going to hang out?"

Shen Wei stood aside and listened to his coquettish and coquettish chat with the person on the other end of the phone, his eyes darkened involuntarily. At this time, Shen Wei didn't realize how clearly Zhao Yunlan was a man with a father and a mother. , A person with flesh and blood, there are countless involvements in the red dust, and they are different from themselves in the end.

Since Zhao Yunlan thought that the phone call would damage his handsome image, he stood up on the table and walked to the back room.

Daqing licked his paws and stared at Shen Wei for a moment before asking, "Are you human?"

Shen Wei: "..."

Daqing hurriedly explained: "Oh, I didn't scold you, I just meant it literally, you understand the literal meaning? It's just...is it a human or something else, um...other kind, what, you know?"

This question hit Shen Wei's sore spot, he was silent for a while, then shook his head.

Who knew that Daqing seemed to be relieved, and said to himself: "It's good not to be a person, not to be a person... Well, although that little bastard looks cheap, it's actually pretty good, he likes you very much, don't let it go he."

Shen Wei said in a very light, but almost word-for-word voice: "As long as he wants me, I will live and die."

Daqing stared into his eyes and felt the unspeakable truth in the man's dark eyes. It had been many years since he had seen such truth in a person, and he was a little stunned for a while.

At this time, Zhao Yunlan came out after answering the phone, and Daqing came back to his senses, jumped under his feet, and circled around his legs: "What did the old lady say? I want to eat the little huáng fish she made!"

"Eat shit, get out of the way, don't trip me." Zhao Yunlan stretched out his foot and pushed it away.

Daqing was reluctant, stretched out his claws and hooked his trousers firmly, following his movements, his ball-like body swung in the air, shouting at him full of anger: "I want to eat gān , stir, small, huáng, fish!"

"Take you there, take you there, okay? The cat ancestor." Zhao Yunlan bent down, grabbed Daqing by the back of the neck, picked it up and threw it aside, and slapped it on the butt, "I brought Daqing on the first night of the first day. You go, my mother's original words are that the cat has lived for so many years, and it is estimated that it is almost almost there, let me treat you better."

Daqing: "..."

Zhao Yunlan turned to Shen Wei: "I just told her to let her prepare more meals for one person, how about you? Are there any other arrangements? Would you like to go home with me?"

Shen Wei was stunned on the spot, and it took a long while to find his voice: "I... I can't. It's a new year, how can I be an outsider..."

"Outsiders?" Zhao Yunlan raised his eyebrows and said nonchalantly, "Why, are you going to abandon me all the time?"

Shen Wei: "..."

Daqing shook his head silently, slipped out through the crack of the door, stretched out his hind legs again, and closed the door deftly.

Not to mention how Zhao Yunlan carried the rogue to the end, anyway, before the two of them set off for the demon market in the evening, Shen Wei nodded.

The two drove the car all the way to the back of Antique Street. Zhao Yunlan was wearing a pair of sunglasses and holding a crutch that he found from nowhere. Shen Wei held one hand to support him, and in the other hand he carried a large stick. The lacquer box has four layers in total. The first layer is the ganoderma lucidum in the mountains, the second layer is the ancient gold and jade instruments, the third layer is the seabed pearl dragon whiskers, and the fourth layer is the black gold black iron under the spring, which are connected in a row. There are at least hundreds of pounds in the hand.

There is no west entrance to Antique Street. Its westernmost end is a closed road. Several shops closed early. Only a red paper lantern hung on the big locust tree, creating a rounded halo on the mottled wall. .

The two walked under the light, and saw a phantom flashing in front of them. A carriage appeared in front of them. There was only a carriage, but no horse. A "person" got off the carriage. This man was tall, tall and slender. Wearing a nondescript robe, with a fox face on his neck, it looks like he is wearing a furry mask from a distance.

The fox folded his hands in his sleeves, his slender eyes roamed around the box in Shen Wei's hand, and then bowed: "The distinguished guest is here, please come here."