The netizen named Psychiatric Patient Happy was stunned for a moment. Before he had time to be happy about being picked, he was shocked by what An Rugu said.
What does it mean that mentally ill people are happy? Is my dream real?
An Rugu closed his eyes and calculated for a while. "Is the ancestor you are talking about your grandfather? Your family runs a restaurant, and the restaurant was passed down from your grandfather."
Mental patients are happy. When I was born, my grandfather was already very old. He passed away a few years later. I don't have much impression of him. I only remember that the old goose soup he made was very fragrant and the aroma spread far and wide.
But later, the family shop was passed to my father, and the taste of the old goose soup changed. I can't tell what has changed, but it just doesn't taste as good as before.
An Rugu then asked, "So is your nightmare about your ancestors teaching you how to make goose soup?"
The mentally ill patient Huanleduo was stunned and said, "Wow, how did you know?"
An Rugu thought, of course she knew, because she was the one who had this dream.
I told my mother about this incident. My mother said that I was too greedy for the old goose soup made by my grandfather, so I thought about it during the day and dreamed about it at night. Then she said that she was greedy too.
How should I put it? I don't have a clear impression of my grandfather anymore. I was so touched to see his kind face in my dream. I hope this nightmare will last a while.
An Rugu didn't expect that the mentally ill patient Huanleduo was so careless. After having such a dream, she thought it was just a simple nightmare.
She paused and said, "Actually, it was your grandfather who found me and wanted to pass on the soup-making skills to his descendants."
Mental patients are much happier "!???"
Ah, my nightmare is not a nightmare but reality? My grandpa taught me to study in my dream?
An Rugu said firmly, "That's right. In fact, it is normal to not be able to see the appearance of the person in the dream. If you can see it clearly, it means that the person in the dream is most likely dead."
The audience in the live broadcast room: "???"
Congratulations, your nightmare is the work of the anchor! Supreme treatment!
This blessing is given to you, do you want it?
Sunzi, listen to me and say thank you. Because of you, the four seasons are warm...
It made me laugh to death. I wonder if this grandson is happy or not.
An Rugu saw that the mental patient had not responded to the music for a long time, so she asked, "Are you scared?"
The mentally ill patient Leleduo felt his scalp tingling and his whole body cold. He rubbed the goose bumps all over his body and it took him a long time to calm down.
It's okay... He's my grandpa, not someone else's grandpa, so he shouldn't harm me.
Netizens in the live broadcast room add one, the ghosts you are afraid of are my relatives who I miss day and night. I suggest that everyone should not be afraid of ghosts in the future.
I understand the logic, but why did your relatives come to my house?
Hahahaha, does the person above want to make me laugh to death and then inherit my online loan?
Just when everyone was moved by his reply, he changed the subject and said, "But my dad is in charge of the store now, why doesn't he go to my dad?" (crying) An Rugu calculated for a while and said tactfully, "...your dad is not talented."
After these words were spoken, netizens in the live broadcast room laughed so hard that they couldn't straighten their backs.
This guy's father must have learned for many years, but his skills are still so poor. It seems that he really has no talent.
Oh, I'm dying of laughter. This account is useless, so I have to change to a small one!
The grandson is sitting at home and the pot falls from the sky!
"But no matter what, he should have come to my father. My father still wants to open a restaurant, but I don't want to open a restaurant at all. Running a restaurant is hard and tiring, the money is not much, and there is no social status."
He had just graduated and was unemployed at home. He had the spirit of a scholar and only wanted to find a job sitting in an office. He didn't want to be exposed to smoke and fire in the kitchen all day.
An Rugu picked up the teacup and took a sip. "Your career luck is not very good. You will be unemployed at home for several years after college."
The mental patient Huanleduo took a deep breath. In recent years, the economy has been in a downturn and the employment rate has dropped. The professional course teacher told them last time that many people in this class could not find jobs. He told them not to be too ambitious and just do the job if there is one.
Having said that, who can stand a job with a monthly salary of 3,000? After deducting the necessary living expenses, not only is the salary gone, but you have to pay out of pocket. Going to work is not making money, but losing money!
The mentally ill patient Huanleduo's heart gradually loosened, and he thought of the most important question: seize this hard-won fortune-telling opportunity. The anchor said, "If I learn the skills my grandfather gave me, can I make money?"
An Rugu calculated for a while and said a number. If you study hard, it won't be a problem for you to become a small rich person. You can probably earn this amount in a year.
Mental patients are so happy!!!
I don't care about money, I mainly want to learn from my grandfather! I won't say anything more, I'll go to bed early tonight and wait for my grandfather to fall asleep.
The audience in the live broadcast room were extremely envious when they heard that great number.
Damn, is running a restaurant so profitable?
The catering industry is very profitable, provided the food tastes good.
This netizen is so cool, he can learn in his dream, even if he doesn't make money, he can still learn a skill. Does your grandfather still need a grandson?
I looked at my family tree and found that some of my ancestors were chefs. Why didn't my ancestor appear in my dreams? I'm also very poor! I'm so jealous!
For a time, many netizens were full of imagination. They checked their family tree or asked their elders whether there were any talented people among their ancestors.
The existence of the underworld is not a secret. They all know that their ancestors may have appeared in people's dreams to communicate with their deceased relatives, but few people think of learning skills from their ancestors.
Careless, knowledge is the most important wealth!
Chinese medicine prescriptions, precious recipes, knowledge of treasure appraisal... If you could learn the precious skills of our ancestors, wouldn't you be able to take off?
My great aunt knows how to do Suzhou embroidery. I will go and burn some paper for her tonight, hoping that she will come to me in my dreams, hehe.
My great-grandfather was a talented scholar in the Republic of China. His poems were included in textbooks, but I failed Chinese. Great-grandfather, the wind on the rooftop was so strong that I cried so loudly. Please save my Chinese!
Oh my god, now we not only have to rely on our grades and work, but also on our ancestors?
An Rugu glanced at the barrage.
The inheritance of skills cannot rely solely on passion and love. The tangible benefits are also very important.
She chatted with the "lucky" audience member for about ten minutes, and soon the lottery ended, and three lucky winners were selected.
She contacted the first person she was destined to meet, the CEO of Riding a Pig, and after communicating well, she dialed the phone. Soon, a man in his twenties appeared on the screen.
The president riding the pig has an untidy beard and looks unkempt, with a face full of anxiety, as if he has encountered some difficulties.
As soon as he entered the live broadcast room, he immediately gave a reward and couldn't wait to say what he meant, "Host, I encountered something strange!"
"Don't be in a hurry. Take your time."
The string in the pig-riding president's brain had been tense all the time. He was slightly relieved after connecting to the live broadcast room. "It's like this. I had a very scary dream recently. It scared me to death. If I hadn't connected to this live broadcast room, I doubt I would live to see tomorrow!"
Listening to ghost stories early in the morning, luckily it's not at night, what a morning treat!
At this time, a handsome guy quietly turned on the light.
At this time, a beautiful woman quietly played Good Luck.
The pig-riding president picked up the cup of water next to him, took a sip of coffee, and then said like a bamboo tube pouring beans, "Maybe a few days ago, I suddenly started to have a nightmare. In the dream, there was a little girl ghost standing on the road across from my house. Then she looked up at me and asked if I was her father?"
"After having the dream on the first day, I thought it was quite exciting and didn't take it seriously. I didn't expect that the dream would be like a TV series."
"The next night, she walked across the street to my building."
"On the third night, I looked out the window and could no longer see her."
"On the fourth night, I was dreaming that there was a knock on my door. The ghost of the little girl said to me through the door, 'I found you.'"
The pig-riding president had dark circles under his eyes and a tired look on his face. He drank a mouthful of coffee and said with a sad face, "Yesterday was the fifth night. I suspected that she was very likely to enter the room. I didn't sleep the whole night and relied on coffee to survive. Now I am extremely sleepy."
"I'm not her father, why is she looking for me?!"
"Anchor, please save me. I don't want to be killed in my dream!"
The audience in the live broadcast room: "???"
Cao Gong reincarnated and killed people in a dream???
Oh my god, when I heard the little girl ghost, I got goosebumps instantly. I feel like I'm going to have the same nightmare tonight.
So as long as you don't sleep, you can escape the ghost!
People can go without water for seven days but cannot go without sleep for three days. If they continue like this, the King of Hell will come earlier than the ghosts (dog head).
An Rugu frowned slightly when he heard this. "Almost all powerful ghosts can come to you in dreams. I can help you figure out her origins."
Just as she raised her hand to calculate, there was a knock on the door of the pig-riding CEO. The long-standing nightmare had made him like a frightened bird, and he could not bear to hear any knock on the door.
He was so frightened that he jumped off his chair and almost fell to the ground, trembling all over. "It's still daytime, why did she find me?"
He tentatively slapped himself. The sound of flesh hitting flesh was heard and a red mark appeared on his face. "Fuck, it hurts. That's right, I wasn't asleep! Why is this happening?"
"Anchor, please save me!"
An Rugu glanced at the door behind him, shook his head and said, "I don't see any ghost energy. The person outside the door should be a normal person. You can just go and open the door."
After hearing her words, the Pig Riding President felt relieved and bravely went to open the door.
After opening the door, a man wearing a baseball cap stood outside. He was probably in his twenties, and his face was hidden by the shadow of the baseball cap, so it was not clear, only his jawline was clearly visible.
The pig-riding president was stunned for a moment, and seeing that it was a stranger, he asked curiously, "Who are you?"
The man was very enthusiastic. He took out something that looked like a flyer from his pocket and handed it to the pig-riding president. "Hello, we are engaged in special services."
The pig-riding president: "???"
The audience in the live broadcast room: "???"
Damn, I'm not sleepy anymore after hearing this.
What kind of special service? Keep your ears open!
The pig-riding president was extremely embarrassed and said, "What the hell? We don't need any special services here. Go away."
The man was stunned when he heard this. "Really? I see that you are not in a good mental state. I am afraid you have nightmares every day. We can make sure you don't have nightmares anymore."
The pig-riding president and the audience in the live broadcast room: "..."
Let me see who has the wrong idea! Ah, it's me.
I hate that I understood it immediately.
Wait, where did this person come from? How dare he compete with the anchor for business!
The pig-riding president held the phone and waved at him, "Sorry, no need. I do have nightmares every day, but I have found someone to help me solve it."
The man was dressed simply and looked very ordinary. He was not some famous guru on the Internet. As the saying goes, one should never ask two people for the same thing. He had already found An Rugu, so he would never look for anyone else!
However, the man refused to give up after hearing that. He raised his head slightly, revealing his handsome face. "Really? But I see that you are haunted by the ghost in the nightmare, and your death is near. If I don't help you deal with it, you may not survive today."
The Pig Riding President took a deep breath. He clearly didn't know who this man was, but he could accurately say that there was a ghost in his dream. It was too magical!
He asked suspiciously, "Brother, are you also in the live broadcast room? So you heard what I said just now?"
"What live broadcast room?" The man's face was full of confusion. He seemed very curious and didn't look like he was faking it.
The Pig Riding President gritted his teeth when he saw this. This man was indeed amazing, but he was already connected to the anchor. If he found another person, it would inevitably be suspected of ruining the show and it would be easy to offend people.
Although An Rugu didn't seem to care about these things, he was still very emotionally intelligent, so he still reluctantly refused, "I really don't need your help, just go away!"
The man fell silent after hearing this, then turned around and was about to leave. His back looked very bleak and a little destitute.
He touched the edge of the door and was about to close it. However, at this moment, An Rugu's voice came from the microphone, "Stop him, don't let him go."
The pig-riding president was stunned for a moment, not understanding what was going on. After thinking for a while, he called out to the man, "Hey, hey, hey, don't go. Come back soon."
The man came back quickly, as if he had been waiting for him to speak, and a smile appeared on his face. "I knew you would need this service. When do we start?"
"How much?"
The man spoke very vaguely, "It depends on the specific difficulty. You don't need to look for anyone else, just look for me. Once I take action, the medicine will cure the disease and you will never have nightmares again."
He didn't expect that the client he had his eyes on would find someone who could help him deal with his nightmares so quickly. No matter what, he couldn't give up this business! Fortunately, the client chose him in the end.
Just when he was happy, a strange woman's cold voice came from the microphone, "Of course you can cure the disease with your medicine, because this nightmare was clearly caused by you."
The audience in the live broadcast room: "???"
The young man with thick eyebrows and big eyes is actually a swindler?
If there is no business, create your own business. That's awesome!
It seems that the person in question did not download the national anti-fraud app (狗头).
Hello, is this the Special Bureau? I caught a scammer.
The man's face froze, and he pretended to be calm, only to find that the man was actually chatting with someone on the phone. "What do you mean? Why are you slandering me? How could his nightmare be woven by me?"
"I only help people develop nightmares!"
"You can't weave nightmares, but there are people around you who can weave nightmares."
An Rugu's gaze fell on his black waist bag. Her eyes were as real as if she could see the contents clearly like an x-ray.
The man looked away because of his gaze, feeling confused and uncertain.
There is actually an urn in his black waist bag. It won't be discovered, right?
He took two steps back and hurriedly prepared to leave. "I can't stand people like you. If you don't want special services, just don't ask for them. You still slander me! I won't take your order. Goodbye!"
An Rugu shook her head when she saw this. He actually wanted to team up with ghosts to trick people...
Why would a person who exudes the aura of a divine beast end up in such a miserable state?
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