There are always one or two good friends in your life that you are not afraid of being scolded or hung up no matter what time you call in the morning, even if the reason for disturbing your sleep is that the potatoes at home have long hair or you had a sexual dream. To Lin Yan, Yin Zhou was such a person, with two tufts of hair on his head, wearing unclean shirts, and a pair of confused eyes under glasses that couldn't find focus, because he stayed in the game for a long time.
They grew up in the same yard and went to the same elementary school, middle school and high school. They are "other people's children" who are brilliant in the eyes of their parents. From childhood to adulthood, no matter how hard Lin Yan worked, he would vomit blood due to Yin Zhou's high grades in the exam after cutting classes every day, and no matter how good his grades were, Yin Zhou's parents would praise Lin Yan for his hard work. After applying for the college entrance examination, the two drank the farewell wine seriously and celebrated their parting ways. Unexpectedly, Yin Zhou missed half a page when writing the math paper, and went to the same university as Lin Yan. Full of grief and indignation, people continued to love and kill each other.
Later, the majors were divided. Yin Zhou studied electronics, and Lin Yan studied history. No longer under the pressure of competition, the two have become best buddies, playing games and picking up girls to take roll calls for each other's public electives, and they cooperate seamlessly.
The old place refers to the night bar.
When Lin Yan walked in the door, he immediately saw Yin Zhou who was playing bragging with the girl at the bar counter. Feeling lost, Lin Yan yelled at the guy several times before he turned his face and opened his beer bottle while opening his eyes wide: " Yo, you didn't reply to your phone or text message, you just went on a date?"
Lin Yan drank most of the bottle of beer in one breath, collected himself and said, "The ghost hit the wall, and it got caught inside."
"Ghost hitting the wall?!" Yin Zhou stared at him for a long time, seeing that Lin Yan didn't seem to be joking, he couldn't help laughing and said: "You must be sick, get cured quickly, brother Zou will take you to register."
Lin Yan was already in a bad mood because of the strange incident, so he put down the wine bottle, put his hands on the table, and shouted into Yin Zhou's ear at a high decibel: "Me! Me! See you! Ghost! !"
This yell made most of the people at the bar hear it, and all turned their faces to look at Lin Yan like a monster.
Yin Zhou touched his face and muttered that it was too embarrassing. After thinking about it, he raised his head again and said with a blank expression, "Female ghost? Isn't it pretty?"
Lin Yan seemed to hear a small "cut" floating over the bar, and the muscles on his face twitched involuntarily.
Then Lin Yan recounted the experience of the night to Yin Zhou, but halfway through the story he regretted it. The person on the opposite side obviously looked like he was being fed, and his eyes, which had been out of focus for thousands of years, were shining with excitement. Guang, rubbing his hands and stammering when he heard the figure under the street lamp: "This is too unscientific, no, it's too scientific, I'm going to apply for a laboratory tomorrow, maybe I can verify a great conjecture!"
Lin Yan wished he could smash the beer bottle on his head.
"You are busy, I will withdraw first."
The person behind caught up and scratched his hair: "Okay, okay, just kidding, drink first, and go to my place to make do with it at night after drinking."
"I have a lot of yang, if a man told him to get out of that thing immediately, if it was a woman, he would definitely fall under my jeans."
When Lin Yan drove Yin Zhou all the way to his house, he was actually very grateful to him. He thought that unreliable people have the advantages of being unreliable, and he can listen to the strange things seriously, but when he reaches his goal The ground immediately regretted it, the reason is very simple, Yin Zhou's room is so dirty that a living person would not want to step in it.
The scene that came into view when he opened the door made Lin Yan shout in his heart that it would be better to go home and be scared to death by ghosts. God knows what the sloppy life in the technical house is like. There is a ten-square-meter single-rental house with garbage piled on the floor. And clothes, there are mountains of instant noodle boxes on the table, some of which have been used as ashtrays, and cigarette butts are floating in the gray-brown soup.
The laptop was turned on and thrown on the bed. The string of letters on the screen was jumping non-stop. Yin Zhou rushed over to take a look, and moaned: "In an endless loop, I have to change the program again." After finishing speaking, he ignored Lin Yan and went to Leaning against the head of the bed, holding the notebook and clicking Stop Debugging, he quickly typed on the keyboard with his long fingers.
"There's food in the cabinet, take it yourself if you're hungry."
Lin Yan opened the cabinet according to his words, and inspected Yin Zhou's food reserves one by one, various brands of instant noodles, vermicelli, vegetable pickled rice and pickled mustard, a large number of ham sausages that were about to expire... If this guy died someday, with the help of antiseptic The medicine can definitely last for more than 30 years. If the ancients were like this, the historians can save a lot of trouble.
"Do you have any clean clothes? I'm drenched in the rain, lend me some dry clothes first."
"On the ground, just pick it up."
After feeling Lin Yan's murderous gaze, Yin Zhou got up reluctantly, and slowly opened the rattan box at the foot of the bed: "Yes, yes, my mother comes to wash clothes once a week, and all the clean ones are here. .”
After speaking, he casually threw over a T-shirt with a gourd baby printed on it.
"You earn so much from one project, you live in this crappy place, you don't even buy a washing machine, and your quality of life is as good as that of a mouse, why are you afraid that your awesome old man won't give you money to marry a wife in the future? "Lin Yan took off his shirt, stretched out Cucurbita's T-shirt and put it on, covering his head in the clothes, and said in a muffled voice, "Help me find a pair of pants."
Yin Zhou exclaimed, and said disdainfully: "You know what, how much space a person can take up when alive, and a coffin when dead, so why pay attention to it?" After finishing speaking, he glanced at Lin Yan and smiled wickedly : "Xiao Linzi is in good shape, and the fitness card is not in vain."
"You dare to call Xiao Linzi again, brother, I will show you what a man is!" Lin Yan picked up the electric kettle thrown by the bed, wiped the dust, and smacked his lips.
"Disgusting enough."
Yin Zhou ignored him, and said to himself while rummaging through the suitcase: "I remember a new pair of jeans came, where did they go... Hey? What are these? My mother forgot her clothes here?"
Lin Yan was carrying the electric kettle, and when he looked back and saw what was in Yin Zhou's hand, his scalp exploded.
This is…
The cold and bulky red satin, with black piping, loose sleeves hanging down, and dense embroidery on the wrist. Yin Zhou shook his body curiously and was about to compare himself with Lin Yan's roar: "Put it down, don't touch it!"
Looking at Lin Yan's blue face, Yin Zhou also sensed that something was wrong, so he threw the red dress on the bed.
"This is a funeral garment. It's for the dead." Lin Yan said weakly.
Yin Zhou's expression also changed.
"That thing didn't go away, it's here."
Yin Zhou looked around his room, as if he wanted to relieve the tense atmosphere, he smiled dryly: "Is it a mistake? How about I call my mother and ask if she left it behind. "
Lin Yan looked at the dress and said dejectedly, "No need, I swear by professional quality."
He was a little angry, thinking that no matter what, just mess with him, and now he has something to do with his friend, which is blatantly pinching Lin Yan as a soft persimmon.
For a while, neither of them could speak, and the room was so quiet that only the clicking of the clock could be heard.
Under the light of the incandescent lamp, the bright red clothes were spread straight on the bed like paper paste. It was obviously the brightest color but it was extremely eerie. The ancient style and luxurious fabric exuded a chilly atmosphere that had nothing to do with the world from beginning to end. .
Ten minutes later.
Lin Yan picked up the car keys on the table, sighed and said to Yin Zhou: "I'm going back, this thing is for me, I think it will hurt you if you stay."
Yin Zhou took a deep breath of smoke: "Fuck it, don't come here, your little body is eaten by ghosts and you don't even spit dregs, just stay here."
Lin Yan wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Yin Zhou: "We are friends in a pair of pants, if something happens to you, I have to explain to your parents, don't make trouble for brother, we will talk about it at dawn. "
After digging under the bed for a long time, he found another notebook and handed it to Lin Yan: "Can the two elders be scared to death by ghosts? Quickly, kill Dota!"
Lin Yan was silent for a while, pushed open the notebook, and cursed with a smile: "You asked for it, brother is not polite to you!"
The lights flickered on and off, and the room became more and more gloomy and cold. Lin Yan knew by intuition that there was something staring at him in the room, maybe there was a pale face wrapped in a scarlet mortuary, and he said compassionately: Your death is near.
This must be the weirdest night in his twenty-two years of life, Lin Yan thought, let's light up, it will be over when it is light.
The scarlet mortuary was lying on the bed like a corpse that had been stiff for a long time, the sleeves folded into a stiff posture, as if reminding him that everything was just the beginning.