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Ren Biao’s wife showed a gentle and understanding attitude.
This attitude should have been very beneficial to the two people to communicate. In any case, Ren Biao should explain her.
I can be afraid of his wife because of a few things before. I can directly feel the emotions of Ren Biao. Ren Biao’s wife is aware of the attitude he has avoided.
She was silent for a while and sighed: "You are glaring at me like this. What happened? Is it that someone outside you, the other party is now looking for a door?" Her tone has already brought some grievances, deliberately made a joke The tone of the mouth seems to be a bit awkward.
Ren Biao shook his head and immediately denied her guess, but there was no explanation.
Ren Biao’s wife also had a temper, no longer talked to him, and after she went to wash, she lay down on the bed. She turned off the light, no longer looked at Ren Biao, and turned her back to Ren Biao, and rolled the quilt over.
After a while, he went to wash, silently returned to the bed, and put a little quilt on his body, squinting and sleeping.
For a long time, his wife turned over and sat up and asked: "We have been married for so many years, what can you say in the end? You say it!"
She tempered and pushed hard for a few times.
Ren Biao almost fell out of bed and sat up.
In the dark night, I can see the tears gathered in his wife's eyes.
Ren Yi vented his anger. "I don't know how to tell you... I... I saw your ghost on the body..."
"What are you talking about? Are you fooling me?" The woman is even bigger.
"No. Wang Xiaoshuai also saw it. You were not strange about Wang Xiaoshuai's relationship with me? We are so familiar. He can see things. I almost died before, he saved me. Later, we all left. On the National Day, there is less contact. This is not a good thing..." Ren Yan said impatiently. "I don't know what happened. You are good, your daughter is good... You are very strange... ”
Ren Biao said that there are some whimpers.
His wife is already stupid.
"What do you say... is it true?" the woman asked cautiously. "Then I just... just lying on the ground..."
Ren Hao nodded.
I can't see the woman's face, but from the breath she held, she was also scared. The tears in my eyes are smashed back, and the eyes are not bright.
The two couples are sitting so dry, no one speaks.
For a long while, the woman asked: "What should I do? Is it... Is it burning a scent? Wang Xiaoshuai saved you, would he order something? Can he help?"
Ren Biao shook his head. "I invited someone, professional, and a psychic office. I went to the National Day a few days ago and went to find it. They are no longer there. I have recently looked for it, I don’t know if I should find it. Who. Speak up..."
Ren Biao fell into memories.
I saw him searching the web.
A very simple search site, the site name I have not seen. Probably a small search engine, has long been eliminated.In several hundred search results, Ren Biao flipped two pages and found a web page similar to a small ad with the phone number of Aoba. Except for the name, it is the phone, and nothing else. It’s really worse than the pop-up window advertisement. The only advantage is probably that it’s simple and clean. It looks like a picture made by Word.
Ren Biao also called the phone with a curious mindset.
At that moment, there was a feeling that the ghost made a difference.
Ren Yi’s memories have come to this end, and he can’t remember any more.
"...that's it...it seems to be attracted... I searched for nothing, I didn't find anything, even the original office didn't find it." Ren said.
"That office, is there a problem?" Ren Biao's wife said in a war, not dare to speak loudly.
"But they did save me..." Ren Biao shook his head and said it was unclear.
The husband and wife are silent again.
"I can always find someone. You were a small staff at that time, didn't you have money now? What do you know about the boss, isn't there a feng shui? They will know a little bit." Ren Biao's wife said .
Ren Yi thought about it, and there were a few faces in his mind. He smiled bitterly: "Our family has money, it is rich, and business is like that. High-level people can't recognize it. The two people I know, the nouveau riche The same, and I am almost the same. The kind of feng shui they believe..." Ren Biao said, he shook his head.
In his consciousness, he is very self-aware.
He is doing clothing trade, owning a brand, and doing some OEM business. Although I make a lot of money, I still have a lot of money every month, and I have more money on hand, but that’s all in the category of small fights. It is not the kind of boss who has the foundation, nor the legendary master.
I saw some Feng Shui masters from his memory. It looks like a decent, giving people an office, making home decor, and it is very comfortable. Other than that, I did not see other specificities.
The people of Aoba do not seem to be involved in Feng Shui, and do not do Feng Shui business. I know that there should be arrangements in the office. It can be arranged like a genius, not a feng shui bureau.
The people I met with Ren Biao had a bit of skill, and I couldn’t see it from the memory of Ren Biao. Ren Biao himself has an evaluation standard.
"...Before the boss of the song didn't roll the money to run the road? What kind of Feng Shui Bureau is useless," Ren said.
The two couples have nothing to say.
"Let's take a step and take a step. Go to the burn.
Aroma is also good. Maybe there is a temple with a real Buddha. I will take you to the world to worship. It should be efficacious there. Ren Ren said.
The husband and wife set the trip.
The scene in the dream turned around. I saw the two of them carrying their daughters in the winter, wrapped up tightly and sitting on the cable car.
The cable car is slightly old, but compared to the old cable car with only one iron shelf, this car is at least iron-clad, in addition to the iron shelf, there is a shell, sitting inside and landing.
The hustle and bustle of the wind raged in this windy cable car. The windshield effect of the closed glass window is basically not used, and the broken door is the air leakage.The little girl was dressed very warmly, but her face was blown red, and her head was shrunk in her mother's arms.
Looking out from the glass window, you can see the clouds in the mountains, which is spectacular.
At the end of the cable extension in the distance, there is a temple on the mountain. Looking far away, I feel that it is a quiet picture. Even the cable cars and cables can't destroy the tranquility that the painting brings.
When I was a child, I came to the world. I was not deeply touched at the time. After touching the green leaves, I know that the Pu Shishan can't solve some ghosts. I don't think it is true that the temples are full of incense and the legendary temples are very effective. I saw it now, but it was touched.
If there is a spirit, the universal mountain may also be able to give birth to a quiet and peaceful spirit.
Is such a spirit able to exorcise evil spirits?
I was thinking, even looking forward, I felt the cable car swayed twice.
The little girl squatted on the ground with her feet, and it was very hard.
Ren Biao turned his head and discouraged: "Don't be naughty. It's very dangerous."
The little girl stopped moving, didn't look up, and asked in a sullen voice: "It's dangerous... is it, will it die?"
She said, she turned her head and looked at Ren Biao, and her mouth was hung with a smile that was not good.
Boom!
She rubbed her foot again.
For a moment, cracks appeared on the glass window, and the floor of the cable car creaked. Suddenly, the whole board fell off the abyss of 10,000 meters, and even the sound of landing did not come out.
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