I can't read a smartphone when I smell it, but I can understand human speech. After listening to the intermediary's voice, he waved at Xiaqiao, signaling him to come closer.
Xia Qiao didn't know why, so he came over.
He Wen brother put on Zhang Shuai's face and spoke a cold and pleasant voice, and asked him a very soulful question: "This is like a phone call from the past? Then when I talk like this, can the other party hear me?"
Xia Qiao: "..."
This generation gap is split.
Xia Qiao thought for a while, then held the phone and called up the 9 button and said, "Brother, you should treat it as a telegram."
I understand when I hear it. He straightened up, pointed at the screen and said, "Then you can send it to him at any time that is convenient."
Xia Qiao: "...I don't think it's very convenient for me."
He frowned when he smelled it.
Xia Qiao shrank his neck and said, "Brother, there are a lot of people today, so it's not bad. You haven't seen what our community looks like at night."
"What?"
"It's terrifying. I've lived here with my grandfather for more than ten years. Until now, I don't dare to go to the toilet alone at night, let alone go out."
"… "
Wen Shi was expressionless and silent for two seconds, and asked Xia Qiao to get out.
He closed the bathroom door, grabbed the collar and tore off the T-shirt, revealing his thin and beautiful waistline from the fabric. He was not very happy to think that he originally planned to be a good person and make a profit for this unsatisfactory disciple. Now I think... or else this pulse is dead.
By the time this autistic ancestor came out of the shower, Xia Qiao had already received two new guests, but the woman on the famous tree, Zhang Biling, had not left.
She was standing in front of the entrance talking to Xia Qiao, holding her open-mouthed son with one hand.
"Master Shen is going up the mountain tomorrow?" Zhang Biling asked.
"Yeah." Xia Qiao nodded.
"What time is it?"
"Departing at 6:30 in the morning, do you want to come?" Xia Qiao asked politely.
She stared at Shen Qiao's portrait and said softly, "A quarter past six? Hey, I may have something to do, but if I have time, I still want to send it off. It's not easy for the old man. Before—"
In the past, this pulse was very powerful, but there were few people, and it is a pity to end up in the current situation.
Xia Qiao had heard these words many times, and would have memorized them. But Zhang Biling was better, she stopped just after she started, and smiled at Xiaqiao embarrassedly and apologetically.
Maybe to make up for it, she said to Xiaqiao: "You are very clean. We rarely see such clean people. You will be fine in the future."
After she finished speaking, she patted her son's back, frowned and whispered, "Three bows, hurry up!"
The son was probably in the second phase of rebelliousness. He threw off her hand, bowed his neck reluctantly, and had a perfunctory attitude.
Zhang Biling had to say hello in a hurry and catch up.
Xia Qiao closed the door and walked back in confusion. When he looked up and saw Wen Shi, he couldn't help asking, "Brother Wen, why is he bowing to me?"
"Because he said things you shouldn't have said, and if you don't make a good bow, you will be very evil." Wen Shi pouted towards the portrait of the ancestor in the distance.
"Oh, that means Grandpa doesn't—"
When smelling: "… "
"Bah." Xia Qiao slapped himself and said quickly, "I didn't say anything, I stopped."
"Um."
Smell Shi Shi stuffed his head and wiped his damp hair, and after a while said: "Actually, there are many people who say that he will not die, it's just a fact, it's not that bad. Don't be crazy enough to say it to the portrait, especially don't put on incense. time to say."
Xia Qiao asked carefully, "Why?"
When smelling it, he raised his head, threw the used towel on the back of the chair, stared at Xiaqiao with extremely dark eyes, and said softly, "Because he will hear it."
Xia Qiao: "..."
He stood still for a while, and quickly rubbed the goose bumps on his arms, his voice was hollow: "He's not..."
already dead
Shen Qiao had told him that the path that the patriarch Ye Chen didn’t cultivate was the most extreme road. It was unhindered, ruthless, and fearless. Anyway, it didn’t sound like a human being. It was very powerful, but it didn’t end well.
What a bad law, he didn't understand it at a young age, probably because he would never be able to transcend life or something.
The more Xia Qiao thought about it, the more frightened he became.
When he heard his cowardice, two words popped out: "Promise."
***
At around 9 o'clock in the night, there were no new guests coming in, and a few drummers collected suona gongs and drums, lit cigarettes and chatted by the backyard window.
Xia Qiao started a fire in the kitchen, used the previously simmered big bone soup to make a few bowls of Longxu noodles, cut some diced smoked ham and diced red bacon, neatly stacked on the surface, sprinkled with green onions flowers, beckon them to eat.
This was the first meal he ate when he woke up. Although he said he was hungry, he didn't move a few chopsticks.
Xia Qiao almost thought that he had made a mess, so he carefully tasted two bites, and felt that the soup was fresh and thick, the meat diced was fragrant, and the noodles were chewy.
The drummers snorted, and a bowl of noodles went down. He wiped his mouth and thanked him, and went to smoke and chat again. Xia Qiao asked, "Brother Wen, aren't you hungry?"
"I don't eat this much." Wen Shi replied.
Xia Qiao thought he was a picky eater, and was about to ask a few more questions, when he saw the news, he glanced at the window and said, "They won't leave?"
"What do you mean by those uncles who play suona and gong?" Xia Qiao shook his head and said, "Don't go, stay here for the night."
When smelling: "Why?"
Xia Qiao blushed, and hesitantly said, "We have to keep a vigil for the funeral. I am the only one in the Shen family. I can't sleep at night, so I spent a little more money. Please stay with me."
After he finished speaking, he found that Wen Shi was looking at him with indescribable eyes, and then gave him a thumbs up half mockingly and half speechlessly.
Afraid of being scolded, Xia Qiao immediately boasted and said, "I've invited you all, anyway, it's only the last night left. But I think I'll sleep well tonight. With Brother Wen, what should I fear? !No."
Wen Shi just glanced at him and said inexplicably, "Then remember this sentence."
At around 12 o'clock that night, Xia Qiao was awakened by the noise of a cat from somewhere.
The voice was miserable and severe, like a baby crying, but with a longer tone, and then it was very far away, and then it was very close. The neighborhood was submerged in the dark night.
Xia Qiao opened his eyes and saw a faint light. He wondered in a daze how the moon was glowing green today.
After a few seconds, he suddenly shuddered.
During the vigil, he did not sleep in the bedroom, but in the living room. Facing the inside of the house, facing the longevity box incense case of Shenqiao, where can you see the moon?
The light he saw was...
Xia Qiao swallowed dryly and opened his eyes again. I saw half a pale face floating on the side of the incense table, silently lighting a red candle, and the flame of the beans trembled without wind, emitting a gray-green light.
I... fuck...
Xia Qiao's scalp exploded and he fell off the sofa bed, but there was no sound.
As the world was spinning, he wanted to wake up the uncles who were watching the night with him, but found that the temporary bunks were empty and no one was there.
It was as if he had always slept here alone.
Xia Qiao was almost insane. He even rolled and crawled to stand up, but his legs were weak.
He even kicked a few times! While struggling, something cold suddenly tapped the back of his head.
Xia Qiao opened his voice with an "Ow", and he never breathed again, like a screaming chicken stepped on by 10,000 feet. Until his mouth was forcibly stuffed, a cold voice said in his ear: "Are you going to die?"
this sound...
Xia Qiao's fingers trembled and his nose widened. After staring at him for a few seconds, he turned his head, and when he saw the news, he was holding the lighter in one hand and the hand he was scratching with the other, in a "move and I'll set it on fire" attitude.
The air froze for a while before Xia Qiao finally realized that it was this ancestor who just stood by the incense table and lit the candle silently.
When he understood this, his tears came down for the rest of his life...
really cry.
When Wen Shi frowned, he first warned, "I'll throw you out again", and then took off the ball of white linen filial piety in his mouth.
Xia Qiao cried and said, "Brother, I'm pointing at you to strengthen your courage. Why are you going to haunt me in person? Can't you sleep well?"
"… "
When I smelled it, I put the cloth back again.
He picked Xia Qiao up, and suddenly asked without end, "Do you want to know, what does it mean when people always say you are clean?"
Xia Qiao cried halfway and didn't understand what he meant: "Ow?"
He said, "I'll let you see it once."
Before anyone could react, he scolded lowly, "Close your eyes."
Xia Qiao did it subconsciously, and then he felt that Wen Shi patted the top of his head, and then both shoulders. His eyes were suddenly slightly hot, accompanied by the smell of burning incense.
After three laps, the heat was far away.
"Open your eyes." Wen Shi said.
Xia Qiao was a little scared, but still opened his eyes, and then he was stupid.
In front of him is still the living room of the Shen family, the furnishings are the same, but the tone and outline are all bluish-grey, giving it an indescribably strange feeling.
Even more bizarrely, he caught a glimpse of a full-length mirror not far away. Almost screamed again.
There were two shadows reflected in the mirror, it should be him and Wen Shi.
The reason why it should be said is because it cannot be seen at all. In fact, the appearance has not changed, but the skin is amazingly white.
He actually has a mole on the tip of his nose, and a shallow scar on the corner of his eye from a childhood knock, but in the mirror he has nothing, all the small blemishes that ordinary people have. It was obviously his face, but it seemed to be another person, looking at him faintly without blinking.
In such a dark and dark environment, it is really a good seedling of haunting.
"What is this?" Xia Qiao's voice cracked.
He said, "What I see when I close my eyes."
Xia Qiao: "How did I become like this?"
Wen Shi said: "What you usually see is called the physical appearance, but what you see now is called the spiritual appearance."
"Normal people have black air around them, more or less, you don't have it. This is clean." Wen Shi's voice seemed colder at night.
Xia Qiao shook and looked at him in a panic, only then did he realize that he was also spotless, but there was a... subtle difference.
Because the outline when smelling is semi-transparent, like a phantom.
"Brother Wen, you..." Xiaqiao said stutteringly, "Why are you like this?"
Wen Shi said softly: "Because I am missing spiritual signs, I am empty. When will I find them all, and when will I be freed. This is why I came here."
Xia Qiao was dazed and a little startled. He was about to continue asking when he heard another cat-like scream outside the window.
Startled, he turned to look. I saw three slender figures reflected on the marble floor, twisted and turned into four limbs, arching their backs in a weird posture.
The shadows of their heads slanted 90 degrees and slowly turned towards the living room.
With the grey-green candlelight in the living room, Xia Qiao finally saw what those things looked like. They looked like beasts that had been run over, wild cats and dogs, with flat bodies and long, slender claws, but with human faces. Lying on his stomach, he came in from the outside, with black smoke lingering on his body, curling faintly, like entangled water plants.
Xia Qiao's heart was about to stop, and he asked in a loud voice, "What is this???"
Wen Shi said, "The drummer you found."
Xia Qiao: "..."
When he thought about what he had been sleeping with these days, his scalp would explode!
Xia Qiao was going crazy: "What, what should I do?"
There was no expression when he smelled it, but his fingers folded his sleeves one by one.
"Brother Wen, are you okay?" Xia Qiao asked tentatively.
"I don't know." Wen Shi said.
Xia Qiao: "???"
He didn't speak again when he smelled it.
He really didn't know, if a long time ago, these gaps were not enough for him, but now, he really can't guarantee it. After all, he is not a real living person. He has no spiritual appearance, and it is dangerous to reach one-tenth of the original.
Most importantly... He's hungry.
Twenty-five years without really eating, he was very weak.
Just as he was pinching the knuckles of his index finger and was about to start, a bell rang suddenly, making Xia Qiao almost jump up in shock.
He hurriedly took out the troublesome thing-the mobile phone from his pocket, and almost fell into eight pieces. He wanted to press it directly, but his trembling fingers accidentally swiped the connection. The front torch is also on.
The dazzling white light shone straight out and swiped across the faces of the three monsters.
The next second, a man coughed softly on the phone. His voice was a little hoarse and morbidly tired, and he said, "Is that Mr. Xia Qiao? I'm Xie Wen."
Maybe the light was too strong, maybe a sudden call disrupted the pace. The three monsters suddenly lowered their heads and sniffed the ground.
He didn't expect this kind of development when he smelled it, and his calm face showed a rare daze.
Xia Qiao was even more confused.
The man on the other side of the phone didn't hear a response, and after a few seconds, he gave a low "hello" again. Xia Qiao then swallowed and said, "Hello, hello, I'm Xia Qiao. That..."
He hesitated for a moment and said, "Who are you, please?"
"I'm the tenant you've contacted, and I said I'll call you later this afternoon." The man said, "I adjusted the time, and I'll be there at around 5 o'clock tomorrow evening, okay?"
Xia Qiao nodded mechanically and said, "Okay, your call saved my life, you can come to me at 5 in the morning."
Of course, he just said it casually.
Unexpectedly, the person on the other side of the phone laughed lightly and said, "It's okay, I happened to be going out at that time, so that's what I said."
After Xia Qiao finished sleepwalking, he hung up the phone, and then fell asleep on the sofa.
After a long time, he suddenly cheated and looked at Wen Shi.
Five in the morning? ?
are you crazy? ?