Chapter 100.
Yu Gengshi's grandmother had a large, robust dog called a yellow terrier. It lay at the door, wagging its tail, its black eyes fixed on Lou Sheng.
If Lou Sheng turned left, its eyes would turn left; if Lou Sheng turned right, its eyes would turn right. If Lou Sheng turned upward, the dog would raise its head and stare blankly, then after a long silence, it would start barking loudly.
Ying Zhisheng sat on a small chair, with an unprecedented tranquility, his brows relaxed and a gentle smile on his face.
"Give me the doll's ashes."
Grandma Zhu suddenly appeared a few meters away. She was light and quiet, with no sound of footsteps or breathing.
Ying Zhisheng went to get it. Zhang Kaifa had prepared Lou Sheng's urn with great ceremony. It was crafted from the finest jade, known for its soul-nourishing properties, and shone with a subtle, bright luster in the sunlight. It was tied with a blue ribbon and a bow, making it look like a gift at first glance.
When Lou Shengyi saw his own urn, he felt a deep sense of closeness and desire to get closer to it.
He followed Ying Zhisheng closely, and Dahuang followed Lou Sheng with his tail wagging. He came to Grandma Zhu feeling nervous and anxious.
"The bodies have all been burned to ashes. Are there any birthdates, hair, or anything else left behind?"
Ying Zhisheng took off the snake bracelet on his wrist and whispered, "This is his relic."
Grandma Zhu glanced at Ying Zhisheng's wrist, the deep, hideous scars on it, resolute and terrifying. She muttered something, no one could hear what she said, and walked slowly and laboriously towards the inner room, asking Lou Sheng to follow her: "Come and choose some clothes."
She first found a paper figure of the same size as Lou Sheng. It was creepy that someone who had only met him once could know his size so well.
She asked Lou Sheng to pat the paper figure's shoulders, left and right, and the top of its head. Then she used a brush that had been used a thousand times and had become frizzy and bald, dipped it in cinnabar, and painted the paper figure's eyes.
"Beautiful eyes." Grandma Zhu just said these four words. She didn't say anything more because she spoke with an accent and the other person wouldn't understand her.
She also picked up the worn and wrinkled paper money, lit it, and circled it around the paper figure, muttering to herself. Her two old, withered fingers seemed insensitive as the paper money burned to ash at her fingertips. She rubbed her fingers twice and began burning the paper money again, circling it again and again. Lou Sheng belatedly realized that the old woman was trying to manage relationships.
After the circling stopped, the paper money stopped burning, and the muttering stopped, Grandma Zhu looked back and asked Lou Sheng to take off his clothes.
"Take off your clothes?" Lou Sheng was a little scared of her and asked in a low voice, "Why?"
Explaining was a cumbersome matter, especially since their language wasn't very fluent. Granny Zhu, disdaining the hassle, walked quickly towards Lou Sheng, her steps brisk and powerful, like a young man who had worked in the fields for years.
Lou Sheng never dared to imagine in his life that after he died, he would be stripped of his clothes by a living old lady.
Grandma Zhu was as strong as an ox. She caught the ghost with one hand and pulled half of Lou Sheng's pants off.
"Grandma, don't do this, I'll do it myself, men and women shouldn't be intimate with each other!"
"I'm going to scream molestation!"
"Grandma, don't be so rough, I'll take it off myself."
"We should hold on to life! We should hold on to life!"
Grandma Zhu was mumbling something, but Lou Sheng didn't understand. She said she was in her seventies and had seen everything. She had wiped Yu Gengshi's asshole when he was a child, and that a man's body was nothing but a dead pig in her eyes. She also praised Lou Sheng's thighs for being white and tender, not like a boy's.
Lou Sheng blushed and pulled his pants with one hand while calling Ying Zhisheng.
Soon, there was a knock on the fragile little wooden door. Ying Zhisheng should have trusted Grandma Zhu, but after hearing Lou Sheng's miserable cries, he still felt uneasy and asked, "Can I come in?"
Grandma Zhu nodded as if she understood something, opened the door and told Ying Zhisheng: "He wants you to change his clothes."
This is a standard Mandarin sentence.
The old lady's arms were like concrete and steel bars, and her pants were torn. Lou Sheng, who was trying hard to pull up his pants, couldn't believe what he heard.
"I'll change it myself. I'll do it myself."
Ying Zhisheng glanced sideways into the room and saw Lou Sheng struggling to tie his shapeless trousers. His gaze fell on the exposed waist, lingering for a few seconds before he turned away and asked softly, "Can I let him change himself?"
Obviously not, because what Grandma Zhu wanted for Lou Sheng to wear were the paper clothes that she had collected for many years. Over the years, the paper clothes were reduced one by one, and they would have to be replaced if they were not suitable.
Grandma Zhu still said the same thing, "He wants you to wear it for him."
Ying Zhisheng couldn't help but curl his lips and said, "I'll do it. You go ahead and do your work."
The old man's room was simple but clean. Snake oil ointment and a wooden comb sat by the bedside, nothing else. Ying Zhisheng stared at the paper figurine for a moment, inwardly admiring the way the dotted eyes, two symmetrical red dots, were almost identical in shape to Lou Sheng's amorous peach blossom eyes.
Ying Zhisheng always responded to Lou Sheng's requests, but this time he was unusually disobedient and said with a smile, "It's only a matter of time, isn't it?"
Lou Sheng was stunned for a few seconds, suspecting that he had heard it wrong.
He had indeed misheard. Ying Zhisheng continued calmly, "I'm just giving you some advice. There's no need to be embarrassed in front of me. Didn't you always do this when you stayed at my house?"
After showering, he carelessly played games in just his school pants. Ying Zhisheng still remembered the burning, awkward feeling, and the remorse he felt for being so vulgar and filthy.
Lou Sheng felt that what Ying Zhisheng said was true. It was not like they had changed clothes in front of him before. He pursed his lips and complained, "Oh, grandma is too violent. When she pulled me apart and I lowered my head, my butt felt cold."
"Yeah." Ying Zhisheng nodded and closed his eyes to stop his wandering thoughts.
Whatever he dressed the paper figurine in would appear on Lou Sheng's body. This feeling was very strange, and a strange and exhilarating sense of satisfaction filled his heart.
It is said that these paper clothes were Grandma Zhu’s masterpieces when she was young, and each one is worth tens of thousands of yuan.
I have to say it was really beautiful, completely different from the clothes he had burned for Lou Sheng. The burned clothes were dull and lifeless, while these clothes were radiant, making Lou Sheng look even more dazzling. They might be the most stunning colors in the world.
Lou Sheng's body shape is well-proportioned with broad shoulders and a narrow waist with a sense of strength. His lean lower back is decorated with dimples. His thin layer of muscles is the result of careful training, including the abdominal muscles that he likes to show off. I wonder who he wants to show them to.
"Ying Zhisheng, you don't know that Grandma Zhu. She held me down with one hand, and I couldn't even move. She ripped my pants without saying a word. I don't think I'm that charming."
"The old lady seems very powerful. Do you think she used to be a ghost hunter?"
Ying Zhisheng sat in the chair and listened quietly to Lou Sheng's muttering. His back was tense and he leaned against the chair with a creaking sound.
He thought that he was still the same after all these years.
The obscene thoughts that popped up in my mind were irresistible, and even my physiological reactions couldn't be concealed.
It was even more filthy, otherwise why would he want to repeat what Grandma Zhu did with good intentions, the act of forcibly forcing her to take off her clothes, which Lou Sheng resisted and was dissatisfied with.
Ying Zhisheng exhaled slowly and said with a smile, "It's really not good. It's too offensive and scared you."
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