Chapter 88: You can write about others, but you can’t write about me!
The old man took a bowl.
Kill the chicken and collect the blood, mix it with cinnabar, burn the yellow paper just wrapped in it, and put it in a bowl.
Muttering words.
After stirring for a while, the old man dipped his brush into the liquid in the bowl and applied it to the puppet.
After a while, the puppet was painted red.
......
The entire ceremony lasted for more than half an hour.
Huang Can also ran with the baby on his back for half an hour. He was so tired that he was panting. The baby was also tired and fell asleep on his back.
Chen Guoqiang took the wooden boy from the old man's hand, wrapped it in a small piece of red cloth, entered the main room, placed it on the prepared altar table, and respectfully offered incense.
In the words of the old man, this wooden boy is the substitute of their child and must be worshiped until he is at least twelve years old.
……
Finished.
Chen Guoqiang came out to disperse cigarettes for everyone, and Chen Yang found an opportunity to talk to him.
"Uncle Guoqiang, what is the name of this master?"
Judging from his tone, he didn't have the slightest respect for this so-called master.
Chen Guoqiang was not surprised. Even he thought he was a charlatan, let alone Chen Yang, a college student.
"It seems that his surname is Qin. Others call him Master Qin. I don't know his specific name. Hey, your aunt insists on playing like this..."
Chen Guoqiang had a look of helplessness on his face.
The surname is Qin, could he really be called Qinzhou?
When he just left the customs, Mr. Song was also there, and Chen Yang asked him specifically.
After Master Song saw it, he shook his head and said that he had never seen it before.
This made Chen Yang a little confused.
If this person is from Qinzhou in Pangpo Village, there is no reason why Mr. Song should not know him.
Is it because he can’t see his face clearly while wearing sunglasses?
Or is it because so much time has passed that Mr. Song only knows Qinzhou when he was young and not the old Qinzhou?
With doubts, Chen Yang came to the main room.
There are pens, inks, paper and inkstones on the table. The old man is sitting in front of the table, holding a brush and writing and drawing on the red paper.
"Huang Can, Niu Qingshan, Bai Junlin, Chen Yongjun, Song Min..."
The names drawn one by one on the paper are all people's names.
Guansha documents.
In duplicate, the old man is writing the second copy.
The one he had already written was put aside by him.
Chen Yang glanced and frowned slightly.
On the written document, there were twelve names, including his.
Chen Yang!
It was difficult for him not to recognize the two big characters in thick black.
What an old guy, he knows how to play.
It must be intentional, right?
The old man was writing the second document seriously when he suddenly felt a weight on his shoulders. A big hand grabbed his left shoulder, and then a huge force came over him.
"Ah yo."
The shoulder seemed to be clamped by a vise. The severe pain made the old man scream and throw away the brush in his hand.
Looking around, what came into view was Chen Yang's malicious face.
When several apprentices saw this, they stood up immediately.
The old man raised his hand to stop them.
"Let go."
The old man's face was distorted with pain, "Young man, why are you so reckless."
"Old man!"
Chen Yang chuckled With a sound, he threw the document in front of him and pointed to his name on it, "What does this mean?"
"Your name is Chen Yang?"
"What are you pretending to be?"
Not because of his age, but Chen Yang slapped him in the face.
"It's just a joke on you, a name, it's innocuous, and you may not believe this stuff..."
"Oh, it's innocuous? Why don't you write your name on it? ? Are you admitting that you are cheating? "
How unlucky.
...The old man's face trembled.
He didn't know how Chen Yang understood logic. He only knew that his shoulder was pinched by Chen Yang and it hurt.
“You can write about other people, but not me.”
If it weren’t for the fact that this was Chen Guoqiang’s family and he was afraid of ruining other people’s affairs and making things unhappy, Chen Yang would have killed this old man long ago. Hammered on the ground.
Although, it is indeed just a name. There are so many people with the same name in the world, so I may not care about these nonsense.
But you did it secretly and I saw it, which made me feel bad.
“What’s wrong?”
At this time, Chen Guoqiang came over. Looking at the atmosphere in front of me, something seems wrong.
Chen Yang didn't say much, and just asked Chen Guoqiang to look at the name on the red paper.
"Master Qin, what's going on?"
Chen Guoqiang obviously also discovered the problem and looked at the old man in surprise.
"Wrong writing."
The old man took the red paper and made two strokes on it, changing the Yang character into Yin character.
How sloppy.
"Rewrite."
Chen Yang tore up the red paper directly.
"You..."
The old man threw the pen and was about to explode.
But being held down by Chen Yang, he couldn't get up at all.
"This is a Guansha document, how can there be any reason to rewrite it?"
The old man immediately said to Chen Guoqiang, "I can't do this for you... Oops..."
Shoulder The sudden pain in his upper body made the old man scream out before he could finish his words.
Chen Yang was about to laugh in anger. This old guy still wanted to use Chen Guoqiang to suppress him?
Chen Guoqiang stood nearby, not knowing who to help.
"Can you write?"
Chen Yang put more force on his hands.
"No..."
The old man was sweating on his forehead, but he was still stubborn.
Chen Yang didn’t care about anyone’s face, “How about we find a place to settle the old and new accounts together?”
"Let me go, I'll write, I'll write."
I don't know whether it was Chen Yang who pinched him anymore, or whether he was intimidated by Chen Yang, so the old man chose to give in.
Staring at him and writing two new documents, Chen Yang let him go.
“Young man, you are too rude.”
The old man rubbed his shoulders and expressed dissatisfaction with Chen Yang.
"Uncle Guoqiang, I want to chat with Master Qin for a while."
Chen Guoqiang was putting stickers on the back of the door. When he heard Chen Yang's words, he was startled, "Chat, you guys talk, pretend I don't exist That's fine."
"Don't talk here, go to my house."
Chen Yang put his hand on the old man's shoulder again, "Master Qin, you won't refuse, right?"
"What do you and I have to talk about?" The old man adjusted his sunglasses.
Chen Yang found it a bit funny. Wearing sunglasses in the middle of the night, how afraid are you of being seen with your squinting eyes?
"Really? That's not up to you!"
"Let go, you young man, why are you so violent, why can't I just go..."
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Old house.
Chen Yang coaxed and forced him to take the old man back to his old house.
Several apprentices also wanted to follow, but were stopped by Chen Yang.
In the main room.
"Qinzhou?"
Chen Jingzhi looked at the person in front of him carefully, with a pair of dim old eyes, trying to overlap him with the figure in his memory.
Chen Yang forcibly took off the sunglasses on the old man's face, and his obviously squinting eyes were exposed in front of Chen Jingzhi.
"Really you?"
For a while, Chen Jingzhi's face showed surprise.
Although this face is very different from the image in his memory, he will definitely not mistake those eyes and that unique look.
(End of this chapter)