Chapter 102

On April 1st, 2018,

At 0:20,

Chengdu,

light rain,

Breeze Level 3.

The Mingdian in the old street has been closed for a long time. Even the neighbors in the neighborhood don't know when the Mingdian was opened.

Because unlike the breakfast shop on the street, many people go there every day, and unlike the clothing store, you can go shopping when you come home from work, and you can try clothes if you don't buy them.

Most people would rather not go shopping in Ming store all their lives.

Naturally, in life, this store is deliberately ignored.

of course,

When did it close,

Naturally, not many people care, but occasionally when I pass by, I find that the store door is actually closed, which is a little unexpected.

A fat man would drive a police car to stop at the door every few days, look at the closed shop, smoke a few cigarettes, and then leave.

The ladies in the hair salon who run the oldest and most enthusiastic business in the old street are really annoyed by this. Every time, they are scared to send out the guests who have just been invited to their house to drink water,

Water charges,

Dare not ask.

The massage shop next to Mingdian has also been closed for a long time. It is said that the boss was involved in a murder case years ago. Although she was later cleared, there are too many things at home, and she hasn't returned to Chengdu for a long time.

Occasionally, there are regular customers who come over and miss the boss's craft. They don't know that if they often ask her for a massage, it will be comfortable, but it is estimated that the day when they go into the next Mingdian to choose a shroud is getting closer and closer.

Life is still like this,

The teahouses and mahjong parlors in the streets and alleys of Chengdu are full of relaxed leisure.

This is a leisurely city and a city that will enjoy itself. Just after the cold winter and before the summer, the whole city is immersed in its own snoring,

Cozy,

Comfortable,

Occasionally turn over,

Wrap a thin blanket,

Well,

Keep sleeping.

In the early morning, there are naturally few people in the old street, except for a few night snack stalls, which are still waiting for not many businesses.

That Mingdian,

But the light shines.

The light is very dark, only vaguely visible, and ordinary people can't even see it.

In the Ming store, there are two rows of chairs. In the center of the two chairs, a bearded man is sitting on one side, and a little girl is sitting on the other side. She is pink and cute. She is a little Luoli.

On both sides of the lower head,

Some people wear linen, long sleeves floating;

Some people are wearing high hats and staggering;

Some people's eyes are aligned and sometimes rotate;

Some people spread their stomachs, fat and oily.

The smell of rouge on their faces is much stronger, and even, it seems a little unreal.

Whether they are laughing, pulling out their ears, or making trouble, they always give people a gloomy sense of depression, like 108 Arhats in temples, even if their images are naive,

As an adult, I dare not really laugh at them.

It seems that there are a pair of eyes staring at you on your head.

If you look carefully again, you can find that the clothing styles of these people are very similar to those paper people placed in the corner of the Ming store, like clothes really picked from the paper people and put them on yourself.

It's funny,

Funny?

But it's really this feeling.

Everyone's lips were full of strange Yan Hong, like Rouge deliberately smeared on their lips, which was exaggerated and dazzling.

Jia Baoyu said that he liked to eat the rouge on his sisters' mouths best, but if he saw the rouge here, he would probably be scared out of his wits directly.

In the air,

Filled with the smell of ashes,

Among all the people present, there is a small brazier with charcoal fire. At the same time, stacks of dead money on the shelf will automatically fly over and burn in the charcoal fire.

At the door stood a woman with long hair.

She hung her head slightly, and her long hair covered her face.

The figure is graceful, and the physique is elegant,

When ordinary people see her, they probably expect her to spread her hair and look at her real face. Everyone has curiosity and pursuit of beauty.

However, everyone here didn't have this idea, because they knew that this woman... Had no face.

"Not yet."

The bearded man sitting next to little Luoli murmured, frowning slightly.

"Let's wait."

Little Luoli said.

The bearded man nodded and then said, "protect our vitality and try to delay our stay in the sun."

Black pieces of Rune paper flew out of the armholes of the bearded man and fell around.

Everyone here reached out and took a piece of Rune paper and stuck it on the center of his eyebrows. Even the man with long beard stuck one on his own.

For a time,

The whole shop was silent, and the people with the runes on their foreheads did not move, as if they had been subjected to body immobilization.

This makes them look no different from the paper people already in Ming store.

Little Luoli got up, holding a piece of Rune in her hand, and walked to the faceless woman.

The faceless woman slowly looked up,

"My part is ruined."

"Just a part." Little Luoli didn't care.

"I left her to watch him." Faceless woman reminded.

"Do you think there will be a place for him when I get back?"

Little Luoli smiled,

"He's just substituting for me temporarily to help me take charge of the key to hell. A city can't tolerate a third ghost."

"What shall I do?"

The faceless woman snapped,

"You can't bring him here without me."

"Tongcheng ghost difference and I already have two, one of which is on the verge of collapse. This is the position I have reserved for you." Little Luoli reached out and grabbed the tip of the faceless woman's hair. "When things are over here, I will help you arrange an identity and let you stay in the sun."

The faceless woman bowed her head again.

"I'm curious about one thing. Why are you so persistent to that guy? He's just another plaything created by Tongcheng. Oh, no, it's just a gift."

"Gift?"

The faceless woman hid her head under her long hair and laughed twice,

"In my opinion, this gift is heavier than the person you are waiting for."

Little Luoli's eyes narrowed slightly, and she could hear that there was something in the words of the faceless woman. This woman, born on the roadside of the yellow spring and in the pool of resentment, had existed for a long time, and naturally she could know more unknown things.

"Oh, so I have to torture him when I get back."

The hair on the faceless woman's face suddenly spread at this time, but the faceless face began to condense into a girl's face. Her expression was very painful, like struggling.

"She, can't you control it?" Little Luoli was a little surprised.

"Struggling very hard." Faceless woman replied, "strong willed, worse than your ghost, not bad."

Little Luoli smiled and threw the symbol paper in her hand into the charcoal fire,

"After all... It's just a meaningless struggle."

The fire is faint,

The night is quiet,

A string of sparks burst out of the charcoal basin:

"Baji"

………………

"Bahaw!"

"Bahaw!"

"Bahaw!"

The old street in the light rain is a little cool. Small puddles can be seen everywhere on the not so smooth road.

A man in a sweater walked slowly on this slightly muddy path,

His head was hidden under his sweater hat, and his figure seemed to be completely integrated with the night behind him.

"Meow."

Beside him,

A white cat followed him with graceful steps.

One person, one cat,

Under the dim yellow street lamp, two long shadows were pulled out.

The wind occasionally came around,

Empty and secluded, hovering above the old street for a long time.

The man's body is not tall, but it gives people a sharp feeling. He is like a silent knife. As long as he is out of the sheath, he can break the dark curtain.

In front, there is a night snack stall, which is owned by a couple.

Tonight's business is not good. My husband is sitting next to me and coughing. Obviously, he has a cold.

The man walked to the stall,

The landlady raised her head, saw the man, smiled and said:

"Long time no see."

"Well." The man answered.

"Meow." The white cat answered.

The landlady began to make soup, fish soup, and she knew that he only ate this.

It's a kind of enjoyment to drink a bowl of fresh and tender fish soup late at night. The years are quiet and good, so it is.

The boss was still coughing there, frowning when he saw the guest eating, thinking that he was disgusting with himself, so he could only smile apologetically and turn sideways.

The man was stunned. He knew that the boss would be wrong. He always had this expression when eating.

It's just a little cold tonight,

Otherwise, as for eating, if he can save, he can ignore it.

After putting down the dishes and chopsticks and giving the money, the man turned around and walked deeper into the old street. The white cat still followed him.

No matter how deep the night is,

People can always find their home from it.

The man walked to the door of Mingdian and stopped.

The white cat jumped to the steps and found its familiar position.

yes,

Familiar location.

only a short while ago,

His favorite thing to do is to take out a chair and sit on the steps, motionless in the sun.

The proprietress of the massage shop next door would tease him that he looked like an old grandfather.

Her eyes are slightly sideways, looking at the next door. She hasn't come back yet.

Some people will never come back after they leave, but others still look at themselves after they go far away.

He thought he had always been alone,

Even if he suddenly disappears in this world, no one will notice that people who like loneliness always like to dye themselves with loneliness to get more security.

Because someone is looking at him,

It's because someone cares about themselves,

That's why he came back,

He needs an explanation,

Give an explanation to those who care about themselves,

At the same time, give yourself an account.

Go up the steps,

Come to the door,

He didn't knock,

This is his home. He has the key.

When the key hole is inserted into the door lock,

The long hair of the faceless woman behind the door suddenly fluttered,

Little Luoli stood upright like a little adult,

The runes on everyone's Yin difference forehead on the two rows of chairs dissipated instantly,

Everyone opened their eyes collectively,

Looking in the direction of the gate!

"Zhiya..."

The door was pushed open from the outside.

Little Luoli looked at the man outside the door and said with a smile:

"I finally caught you."

The man shook his head slightly, indicating that the other party was wrong,

Correct:

"No,

it's me,

Back. "