Ji Qian knew he was talking nonsense as soon as she heard it, but she didn't call him out on it. Instead, she went along with his question:
"What's your name? Is there anything you haven't done yet? Maybe I can help you."
"My name is Shen Da, and as for my unfulfilled wish..."
The little scarecrow lowered its head and pondered for a while. Perhaps fearing rejection from Ji Qian, it asked softly in a voice hoarse from the fire:
"Can I tell you after I've thought it through?"
Ji Qian changed her aggressive style and said considerately, "It's okay, let's wait until you've thought it through before we talk about it."
Director Liu stared in disbelief. Why didn't he receive the same treatment?
[Haha, Director Liu won't sleep tonight!]
I even have to sit up in the middle of the night to ask why.
[My sister Qian has a new 'understanding' skin?]
Share this scarecrow, and even wild beasts will treat you gently!
"And what about you?" Ji Qian looked at the wooden doll, which was staring blankly at Mr. Qian sitting to her left, completely unaware of Ji Qian's question.
Seeing that she hadn't moved for a while, the burned ghost nudged the wooden doll's shoulder, and the wooden doll finally turned around: "What's wrong?"
"She asked you your name and what your status was in life."
"Before I died? Before I died..."
The wooden doll was somewhat dazed. She had just gone out to play with her friends, how could she have turned back into her former self in the blink of an eye?
And why...? The wooden doll looked at the faces of the two paper figures, its thoughts becoming increasingly complicated:
“I…I live in Jinmao Village, Zijincheng. My name is Qian Hanying, and I am the youngest daughter of the Qian family in Jinmao.”
As she spoke, she looked expectantly at the two paper figures that seemed to possess the presence of her parents.
Madam Qian was already on the verge of losing her composure when she heard the wooden doll's voice, but when Qian Hanying's name was uttered, she burst into tears: "Ying'er, is that you? It's your mother!"
Mrs. Qian got up crying. She raised her stiff arm, intending to hug the wooden doll, but her husband, who had also gotten up, blocked her way.
When Mr. Qian got up, he was so excited that he accidentally got his leg stuck in the chair, and now he's thrashing around like a salted fish.
Seeing that she couldn't push him away, Madam Qian, in desperation, picked up her husband and threw him out the door!
The struggling Mr. Qian was thrown into the courtyard and disappeared into the endless darkness of the night.
Without even turning her head, Madam Qian took two steps forward and excitedly picked up the wooden doll. After recognizing each other, the mother and daughter embraced and wept.
Mr. Qian limped back from the courtyard and saw his wife and daughter embracing. Without the slightest hesitation, he smoothly joined in the embrace.
The family of three nestled together like that, and time seemed to stand still...
Seeing that the three handicrafts were being hugged endlessly, Ji Qian stopped paying attention and turned back to fulfill her duties:
"Director Liu, you've seen what happened today. The relationships between ghosts in the old house are complicated, and evil spirits appear from time to time. We need security."
Upon hearing Ji Qian mention the security issue, Director Liu pointed to the unused paper money in the courtyard. Just as he was about to say something, Ji Qian slammed her hand on the table in front of him:
“If you point over there again, I’ll use the remaining paper money to make you a fully enclosed sleeping bag.”
Ji Qianming was smiling, but she looked like a demon who had crawled up from the depths of hell.
Seeing that Ji Qian had torn off all pretense, Han Mengyao also decisively followed suit:
"Sleeping bags are too shabby. This house has plenty of wood. How about I make you a luxurious wooden bed with six walls around it?"
"I also have some calming incense in my room, which can help Director Liu sleep soundly for a long time." Xu Qi realized what was going on and quickly agreed.
Zhao Chengyuan sat next to Xu Qi, sighing with feigned regret:
"Sigh, young people these days are really something. I don't have any special skills, except that I learned a little bit of the suona when I was a kid. If you don't mind, Lao Liu, you can use it as a sleep aid."
Mi Yesi was still confused about the situation, but seeing the others smiling, she couldn't keep a straight face, so she could only sit there and smile apologetically.
Even after each person has finished speaking, Miyesi will applaud as a sign of respect.
"Don't worry, we'll definitely give you a grand and impressive celebration."
Ying Xu sat in the seat furthest from Director Liu and decisively sent him away in one fell swoop.
After these two accidents, Ying Xu finally understood that the unscrupulous company didn't care whether he lived or died.
Rather than quietly waiting to die on this show, he might as well go insane at a steady pace and drive these evil capitalists to their deaths!
Who says only Gen Z is shaping up the workplace? Our 70s-born teacher, Mr. Zhao, is just as rebellious!
[Teacher Zhao: Let's talk things out and not mention age]
Good heavens, they just sent Director Liu away!
[The atmosphere's been built up so much, Director Liu, why don't you reluctantly die a little?]
Director Liu: I really will thank you.
[I must say, this is the most harmonious time I've ever watched a variety show with guests.]
After all, they share a common enemy.
Their mental state is a hundred years ahead of mine.
Director Liu felt his head start buzzing again.
He was about to quit and go back to his room to rest when he turned around and met the watchful gaze of the assistant director behind him.
Director Liu gritted his teeth and sat back down in his chair: "Whatever Teacher Ji needs, our production team will try our best to provide it."
"Try your best?"
"As long as it's not too outrageous, we will definitely provide it!"
Receiving a satisfactory answer, Ji Qian squinted her eyes in delight. She gave Xu Qi a wink, and Xu Qi immediately ran over to hand her paper and pen.
Ji Qian spent half an hour compiling a shopping list that was two meters long, which included, but was not limited to, folk items such as talismans and sandalwood, portable weapons such as machetes and electric batons, and survival supplies such as headlamps, whistles, and flint.
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