C4

I met Zheng Gaang at the southern courtyard on Hong Kong Kiln Road. Zheng Gaang was one year older than me and was already a thirty-eight-year-old middle-aged man. After thirty years, if it wasn't for his illness, I definitely wouldn't have been able to confirm that it was his. At that time Zheng Gaang was crossing the road, I watched him carry a bottle of yoghurt. When the red light lit up, he slowly walked towards me with one foot, and when he walked to the middle of the zebra crossing, the green light turned red, and Zheng Gaang disappeared into the traffic. The green light lit up again as Zheng Gaang slowly moved forward once more. Finally, when the next red light went off, he appeared in front of me.

The way he walked was very painful. He could only use one leg to take a small step, then drag the other leg to take a small step. One of his hands hung powerlessly by his side, while the other held the yogurt.

When he was only a meter away from me, I saw his face. The left side was twisted and saliva dripped from the corner of his mouth.

The moment he saw me, I knew I was right to look for him. He knew a lot, and he knew it thirty years ago.

Because, when he saw me, the yogurt bottle in his hand fell to the floor with a thud.

At that moment, I understood that if there really were ghosts in this world, then Zheng Gaang must be a hell commissioner. The sun was high, but there was no sign of him.

I found Zheng Gaang based on my other classmate Dabo, Dabo is very easy to find, he's a police officer, but his skin condition is still not good. I found Deppo, who told me that his disease was psoriasis, malady, and hereditary. He would not be able to treat it in his life. He would peel off his skin twice a year and when he shed his skin, it would be so painful that he would wish he were dead. When Deppo spoke to me, he kept scratching his armpits with his hands, and I heard the sound of Coko's voice on his armor.

De Bo told me about Zheng Gaang's story. Not long after Zheng Gaang dropped out of primary school, his mother fell into the ditch and drowned due to illness. His father had dragged Zheng Gaang until he was twenty years old, then finally couldn't take Zheng Gaang's burden anymore and ran away from home. I heard that she went to Guangdong to work, but she had already made a family in the south and would never come back. When Zheng Gaang was twenty, he had already suffered a stroke of a few years old. Half of his body was paralyzed, and he had no life skills at all. But by the time he was thirty, he was lucky, and the old house was demolished, and he was given a house to move back to, and a settlement was made, and he married a wife who spent two years with him, and used up all his money, and got divorced, but fortunately did not have any children. Zheng Gaang relied on the house's rent to survive. Although he had a stroke, he was not stupid and did not give his wife the house to save his life.

Zheng Gaang recognized me, so I helped him return to his house. His house was quite large, with three bedrooms and one living room. He would stay in one bedroom while the other two would be rented out to others. The living room was clean, his bedroom was a mess, and I understood that. After all, it wasn't convenient for him to move around.

He still wanted to make me some tea, so I quickly stopped him. I haven't seen him in thirty years. Back then, his classmates were only five or six years old, so there really wasn't any topic of reminiscing about the past.

After the two of them sat down, I didn't waste any more words, and took the initiative to ask, "Do you know someone from Xu Yunfeng?"

Zheng Gaang spoke after a while: "It's you."

"Oh." I understand that my pronunciation is too similar to this person's name, so I took out a pen and wrote the three words "Xu Yunfeng" on the palm of my hand, and placed it in front of Zheng Gaang to look at it.

Zheng Gaang watched for a while. He only had half a head left to think and his reaction was very slow. Then, he slowly said.

I was stunned. It seems that this person has really become an idiot. I wanted to go, but I thought of the shock of seeing me for the first time, and felt that he had not reached a point where no one could remember him. On the contrary, he was impressed with me.

I changed the subject. "When you were hiding in the sewer …"

Before I finished speaking, Zheng Gaang's eyes revealed a look of fear. After a long while, Zheng Gaang finally said, "That was the first time."

"What first time?" I asked, but then I realized what he was talking about for the first time.

Zheng Gaang said, "They are still in a meeting, they even died without knowing, and they are still in a meeting …"

My palms began to sweat. I knew what he was talking about because I didn't know why, but I could see a scene of a six year old child suddenly being brought to the ruins of an explosion and saw a bunch of dead people sitting in a meeting. Those people were sitting up straight, holding a lump of enamel in their hands. They just sat there, unable to see that their bodies had been torn to pieces.

And then the scene in front of me changed again. It was pitch black, full of floating corpses, swaying in front of my eyes, and it took me a moment to understand that this was in the water, and then I saw the crowded bodies, stacked on top of each other, and the expressionless bodies, with their mouths open, sitting in the seats — the seats of the bus!

My eyes suddenly lit up, it turned out that Zheng Gaang had walked to the wall and switched on the light, causing the room to become much brighter. Zheng Gaang did not speak to me earlier, but I still saw something.

I thought back to what De Bo had told me. Zheng Gaang had a stroke after the ferry sank. I looked at Zheng Gaang, who nodded at me and said, "You saw it, right?

I shook my head blankly.

"I was held back," Zheng Gaang laughed bitterly, looking even uglier than if he were to cry, "It took a long time, so I ended up like this."

I had always thought that my mind was clear. I had never experienced that illusion before. I said in a daze, "How could I have seen it?"

"You can always see it." Zheng Gaang said, "Have you forgotten about Li Xiaofu and Li Xiaoluo?"

"So what?" I asked, and then I remembered the "Lifespan" pattern on the clothes of the two brothers. I began to tremble. I have not understood this for so many years.

"Only you and I can see them," Zheng Gaang's words made my hair stand on end.

"They've been living in school." I began to recall, "Their father burned the boiler."

Zheng Gaang continued to bitterly smile, "In our elementary school, there was no boiler room, only a White Bone Tower."

Hearing Zheng Gaang's words, my body started to feel cold, and his room suddenly became very cold. Zheng Gaang said: "I'm heading off to busy myself, take a rest and wait for me to come back."

"What's going on with the two brothers?" I suddenly saw that there was a shadow beside Zheng Gaang, but I'm not sure if I saw wrongly.

"You'll understand once you go to the school." After Zheng Gaang finished speaking, he closed his eyes and suddenly fell asleep.

I immediately knew what had happened. So Zheng Gaang really was …

The book "Qing Ming Zhi" was not lying. My view of the world twisted. Because I can't explain what's going on in front of me.

According to the records of "Qingming Zhi", Zheng Gaang had always been a hell commissioner, no wonder his father ran away from home and his wife abandoned him. So it turned out that he had always been acting shamelessly.

The inside of the house was gloomy, looking at the sleeping Zheng Gaang in front of him — — No, hell commissioner, he must be going … I didn't want to think about it anymore, so I quickly escaped Zheng Gaang's house. When he reached the street, he calmed down.

But I'm not an easily persuasive person. I still have to go to our primary school. The primary school is not far from Zheng Gaang's home, we arrived in half an hour. The school is no longer the same school as it was back then, and the teaching building has already been turned into a concrete building. I slowly walked to the corridor and looked at all the teachers. They were still in the first grade, and they were still in the first grade. I looked out of the window at the students in the classroom. The students were currently following the teachers as they read. "In the last row of the desk, I saw the two brothers.

Yes, after thirty years, they were still the same children. They were dressed in black silk and were decorated with the words' longevity '.

I was stunned.

After an unknown period of time, the class ended. The two brothers came out of the classroom and slowly walked to a green belt at the foot of the stairs. They sat there like they had 30 years ago, dumbfounded. I looked at them blankly. Suddenly, Li Xiaofeng raised his head and smiled at me, revealing a mouthful of golden teeth.

I instinctively took two steps back. At this moment, the knowledge that I had of the world that I had gained over the past few decades turned upside down. Those two brothers still remember me!

The two brothers sat there for who knows how long. I also stood there stunned. The sun had set, and the two brothers slowly stood up. Yes, just like back then, they slowly walked towards a corner of the campus, the boiler room that Zheng Gaang had said did not exist.

I walked over to where the two brothers had been sitting. I saw a rock rising from the earth under the green grass, and I had a very strong feeling that I had seen this stone before, so I slowly pushed it away with my hand. The rock was not very far from the soil, and I quickly cleared most of the dirt off the rock. My prediction was right. This was the stone staircase on the first floor of the classroom. After such a long time had passed, this stone was still there.

I suddenly realized that the stone was carved with words. Of course, after seeing the words, even though I was mentally prepared, I was still scared stiff.

"Yao'er Li Xiaoluo Li Xiaofu's Tomb" was carved on the stone.

This was an old tombstone that had been here for who knows how many years. All those years ago, on the first floor of the school building, all of the stone steps were made in this way.

I recalled Zheng Gaang's words, "Only you and I can see the two brothers."

I still couldn't help but walk to the corner of the campus where I had always thought it was the boiler room. The fathers of the two brothers were still here, and so was he, as he had been then. The two brothers sat beside their father, each with a stone block, their faces expressionless, their eyes dark. I noticed that the two of them were still wearing their leather caps, which were pasted with talisman s. I can remember this talisman, but I actually never realized what this talisman and their shroud really means.

He and their father were by a stove, and their father was putting firewood into it. I looked at the crude stove and wondered why it had been used as a boiler room.

I heard that there are two white bone towers in the Yichang, one at Yingjia and the other near Zhongshan Road. I didn't think that there would be one in this school.

This time, I clearly saw that after so many years, the firewood thrown into the furnace by the father of the two brothers was not wood. Instead, they had slowly collected the bones from the eastern mountains in the wilderness and then placed them in this White Bone Tower to burn. He was not the father of the two brothers, but rather a cursed man who would always be collecting corpses on this hill.

And all of this is something only Zheng Gaang and I can see.

Maybe this is fate, because in "Qingming Zhi" there is a name, "Xu Yunfeng." I can't see it myself, but Zheng Gaang said that it was me.

I know, I need to find out from these three books. I've already seen Qingming Zhi and Darkness Biography. Now I see The Grandmaster.