Chapter 127: Xiao Sanhua in the dream is leaving home
After entering the house, Rongzhen was shocked at the entrance.
I saw that the small living room was covered with yellow talismans, and on each of them was something that looked like ghostly talismans painted with blood-like cinnabar.
Rongzhen didn't understand this kind of thing and didn't understand what the symbol was or what it was used for.
She felt her vision suddenly impacted by the scene before her, and she was a little afraid to step forward.
What’s going on? Is the house haunted?
In the past, Rong Zhen would probably subconsciously say that feudal superstition is unacceptable.
But the situation is different now. Not to mention that she just experienced the subway ghost story not long ago, the background of this world is also related to weirdness, so it is not impossible that there are more ghosts.
When she thought of this, she couldn't help but shiver. She felt cold air seeping in from outside through the crack in the door. The living room, which looked very strange because it was covered with yellow talismans, actually exuded a sense of warmth.
Rongzhen stood there and hesitated for a moment, but finally chose to follow her instinct and walk inside. The further she walked, the warmer she felt.
It was early autumn, and the temperature dropped quickly at night, probably because of the wind outside.
She made up an excuse for herself, put down the canvas bag with a warm feeling, sat on the old sofa chair covered with a clean floral cloth, and looked up to see the altar that was familiar to the original owner's memory.
It was a mahogany eight-immortals table placed against the wall, the tabletop was artificially divided into left and right sides. On one side were several colorful porcelain statues of gods and Buddhas, and on the other side was the old grandmother's portrait. In front of both were offerings and incense burners. The offerings looked quite fresh, and the incense ash in the burner was almost overflowing. It was obvious that worship was often performed there.
To adapt to local customs and for peace of mind, Rong Zhen had no intention of changing the original owner's habit.
So after resting for a while, she found incense sticks and matches from under the Eight Immortals Table, just like the original owner did when she came back before, lit the incense, put them in the burner, and bowed to them one by one, praying that the original owner would be reborn into a good life.
If possible, I hope to bless her and help her succeed in her mission.
Rong Zhenqing knew that there was little hope, it was just a psychological comfort.
Because although this world involves ghost stories, there are actually no gods or Buddhas. All the strange powers and mysterious rules come from human emotions and rely on the human heart.
It can be said that in this world, humans are the most intelligent creatures in the world, but also the root of all evil. Wherever there are people, there is always soil for the growth of strange stories.
After the worship, Rongzhen went to take a look in the two rooms.
On the left is the bedroom where the old lady lived. It is kept clean and some of the things she used to use are still in their original places, as if she had never left.
For the original owner, perhaps she should always treat this only relative as still being there, so that she would not feel lonely.
Perhaps this is also the reason why she was still determined to come back here after she mutated into a ghost cat in the plot.
Here is her home and her family.
Rong Zhen sighed, turned on the light, took a quick look, and, imitating the original owner's habit and tone, said to the empty room, "Grandma, I'm back. The economic situation hasn't been good lately. I didn't find a job today, and I even had a small accident on the subway. But I'm fine now. I plan to submit a few more resumes later and continue looking around tomorrow."
Naturally, no one answered in the room. Only the drawn curtains moved automatically without wind, and the corners of the curtains swung in an almost invisible arc.
Rongzhen closed the door casually and turned to look at the room on the right.
The room on the right was occupied by the original owner. It is decorated in a fresher and brighter style than the one on the left. Not only are the sheets and quilt covers floral, but there are also sunflowers and green ivy on the windowsill.
The only flaw is that the same yellow talisman as in the living room is still pasted on the wall. Although it is pasted in an inconspicuous place as much as possible and the one chosen is quite aesthetically pleasing, it still feels out of place at first glance.
I just saw that there was no sticker in the room on the left, so I thought there was no sticker in the room.
Maybe the room on the left is no longer occupied.
Rongzhen didn't know the function of these yellow talismans, and she didn't dare to take them off casually. What if they were used to protect against the things in the ghost stories? If she took them off rashly, wouldn't she be giving her life to the enemy?
Fortunately, she even maintained the habits of the original owner, so it was not difficult for her to tolerate the existence of the yellow talisman.
Next, Rongzhen went to check the kitchen and bathroom respectively. There were vegetables and eggs in the old refrigerator in the kitchen. She made herself a bowl of vegetable and egg soup and had it with a few slices of bread she had found for dinner. After eating, she washed up and went to bed, and started to take out her notebook to polish the original owner's resume.
The original owner had applied for many jobs before, but received very few interview invitations. The main reason was that she was too honest and her resume was written in a very formal manner without any exaggeration.
Little do we know that sometimes opportunities need to be created by ourselves.
The world is a big makeshift troupe. You have to brag about yourself first and get a ticket to enter before you can talk about anything else.
So Rongzhen spent half an hour overhauling the original owner's resume and sent it to all interested companies and organizations.
After that, I yawned, turned off the light and went to sleep.
In the middle of the night, Rongzhen fell into a deep sleep and felt that she was just dreaming.
Otherwise, why would a calico cat keep meowing and chasing her? The key point is that if it was an ordinary cat, she would probably stop and let it catch up, then rub and move it.
But those sharp fangs and claws, illuminated by the moonlight in the dream world, shone so coldly that she was so frightened that she didn't even want to stop. If she ran slower, she would be considered a loser.
She was running in front, panting, and the calico cat was chasing her from behind, also panting. The man and the cat circled around the lake in their dream again and again.
In the end, the calico cat admitted defeat, stopped and meowed, as if it wanted to say something anxiously.
Unfortunately, it can't speak human language, and Rongzhen can't understand its cat language.
The two can't communicate at all, it's so funny.
Rongzhen looked bewildered, confused and innocent, and thought this dream was really bizarre.
The calico cat got a little frustrated by the end of its yelling, and it pounced directly at her with an anxious look on its face.
At this time, the moon outside the dream was at its highest point in the sky, and a round full moon was hanging outside the window. As midnight approached, a few dark clouds gradually floated across the full moon, and a few traces of blood were faintly revealed in the clouds.
Squeak——
The door hinges, having been used for a long time, made a hoarse protest as the door to the right bedroom slowly opened. However, there was no one outside. There was only the moonlight filtering in through the window and the twinkling scarlet stars on the altar.
That's the burning incense stick.
In the dream, Rongzhen was ultimately unable to escape from the calico cat, which pounced on her and she couldn't tear herself away no matter what it did.
Outside the dream, there was clearly no one there, but the sound of footsteps was gradually approaching.
The girl on the bed was sleeping with a frown on her face, looking uneasy. She turned over casually and her hand unconsciously reached for her thing.
A faint sigh fell in the air, and the wind blew gently over the girl, as if it was helping her to grab something. The next moment, she relaxed her brows and fell into a sound sleep.
In the dream, Rongzhen finally got rid of the cat. She watched it suddenly appear and disappear, not knowing where it went. Then she was blown lightly to the clouds by a warm breeze, lying on the soft white clouds like cotton and slept soundly.
Outside the dream, a cat meowed a few times, calling out reluctantly, but she heard nothing of it.
There was no more movement after that, and the door closed immediately.
The sound of footsteps spread all the way from the living room to the front door, startling the night owls who were chatting or going crazy outside.
"Oh my! That thief finally came out. Why is she holding a little girl? Is it a parting gift for our neighbor?"
The guy who said this was about to stretch out his claws, but was bitten hard by the little Sanhua with his teeth bared.
The owner of the claw screamed and was pushed away by the onlookers behind him. He rolled down the stairs and hit the ball kicked by the skinny boy, making a "duang" sound of hitting stones.
Amid the lingering echoes, the neighbors heard the noise and came out. Some stood at the door, some on the steps, all their eyes fixed on the transparent figure holding the calico cat and making tapping sounds under its feet.
"Are we leaving?" Someone asked, voicing everyone's concerns.
An old voice rang out on the stairs with the sound of footsteps: "Well, Niuniu is gone, and it's time for me to leave."
"So, you're not going to care about that new girl anymore?"
"After all, we're using Niuniu's body, so you better watch yourselves next time."
No matter how much more there is, she can't care and doesn't want to care. She just wants to reunite with her daughter Niuniu.
After the transparent figure finished speaking, he took Xiao Sanhua downstairs and walked away, soon disappearing in the hazy mist.
After that, there was no more whispering in the building and it became quiet for a while.
Rongzhen slept until dawn and was awakened by the loud noise of chopping meat in the kitchen downstairs.
The old building has no sound insulation, and any slight noise can be heard by people upstairs and downstairs, let alone such a loud noise.
Rongzhen couldn't fall asleep after being woken up. Before getting up, he opened his laptop to see what he had done last night.
Well, not bad, not bad. There have been two reply messages. It seems that being a corporate slave is not that easy. She is sleeping at home while others are working overtime.
However, having gains means having hope. Rongzhen got up and washed up excitedly. When she was squatting on the toilet, she felt her tailbone itchy. She scratched it and the feeling disappeared, so she didn't take it seriously.
When I went downstairs to buy breakfast, I passed by the butcher's meat stall downstairs. The bright red minced meat and bones on it were glaring.
Rongzhen glanced over and didn't see the little boy playing football.
The butcher looked at her with a disgusting look and said, "You've grown up, little girl. Haven't you found a job yet? If you have nothing to eat in the future, come to me and I'll stew meat for you."
Don't be too obvious about your covetousness in your words or actions.
The streets were quiet because of this.
Rongzhen felt a chill and said, "It's not your turn to worry about it!" and ran away quickly.
After all, the security environment in the urban village is not as good as that in the residential area. Once she finds a job and makes money, she will definitely move as soon as possible.
She didn't forget that there was a woman with a monster-attracting physique living in the next neighborhood.
If we can't afford to offend, we can always hide.
With great expectations, Rongzhen began to interview one company after another based on the information in the resume reply. After running around for most of the day, there was still no definite result.
It is indeed an economic downturn, with more wolves than meat. To find an ordinary clerical job with a monthly salary of 3,000 yuan, you have to rely on competition, coupons, and connections. There are even people with high education and strong abilities who are willing to reduce their salaries!
Do you have to be so crazy that you don't even leave any chance for others to survive?
In the end, Rong Zhen relied on his practical company management experience in his previous life, the knowledge and skills accumulated in previous worlds, and his crazy boasting about himself to barely grab a piece of fat meat from the pack of wolves.
The intern assistant position in the president's office of a large technology company has a salary of 5,000 before becoming a regular employee and 8,000 after becoming a regular employee. The salary will increase every year thereafter, and the benefits are very good.
Naturally, many people would be vying for such a good opportunity, but among those who went for the interview, only Rong Zhen met that key requirement.
A woman, a beautiful woman, a beautiful woman who showed no interest in their president at all.
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