At about nine o'clock, Lao Xie came to his stall with a pair of dark circles on his head. Because he had been given special "care" by a "non-scientific" business stall like him during this period, Lao Xie's head was He never dared to set up the fortune-telling stall, and he kept throwing the old yellow robe behind the stall as a sunshade cloth.
"Why do you always have nightmares these days?"
Lao Xie yawned and sat on his pony.
There are not many people in the second-hand market now. Occasionally, there are a few people who come to pick up things, but they don't want to stay at a second-hand bookstall for too long.
Lao Xie Tou simply ignored his stall, found a shady place, covered his face with a yellow tattered robe, and fell asleep like that.
From morning to now, no one has visited Lao Xie's place. However, a few pickers came to the calligraphy and painting antique stall next to it. The stall owner, Brother Mickey Mouse, relied on his sharp tongue to let the calligraphy and painting antiques stand. Several people who picked up leaks spent a lot of money to buy two spittoons and took them back, saying that they were the spittoons used by the Jade Emperor.
"Some people actually believe such an unreliable statement..."
Lao Xie watched the entire transaction with his mouth open.
"There are fools every year, but this year there are especially many."
Lao Xietou still thinks that sleeping can prevent him from being polluted by the world.
"Old Xie Tou, have you had breakfast? It's a good start today, I'll treat you to some steamed buns."
Lao Xie was about to fall asleep when he was woken up by the big brother wearing Mickey Mouse half-sleeves.
"The Xiaolongbao from Fat Sister's house is your favorite."
Lao Xie had a pair of dark circles on his head that were comparable to those of a panda, and he was yawning constantly. But this Mickey Mouse brother didn't seem to realize that he was disturbing other people's sleep.
"I won't eat. I have no appetite. You should be more careful. You dare to ask for 20,000 yuan for two spittoons. Be careful if they come back and overturn your stall."
Brother Mickey Mouse seemed particularly happy today, perhaps because he made money.
"I'm not afraid of him coming. If he really dares to come, I'll sell him another spittoon."
Lao Xie ignored the boastful Mickey Mouse, adjusted his posture, and then prepared to take the opportunity to take a nap.
The nightmare of this night was really tormenting Lao Xie.
Ever since Old Xie had a dream about the woman in room 0208 on the second floor yesterday, he would now be cautious every time he went downstairs, especially when passing by the second floor, for fear of running into that woman again, let alone walking down the corridor.
As soon as Lao Xie entered the corridor, he could think of those eyes staring at him from the gap in the corridor.
After all, the dream that day left a huge shadow on Lao Xie Tou.
"Hey, little brother, I'm here to see Lao Xie again. Just in time, I'm going to buy steamed buns, and I'll bring some for you by the way."
Brother Mickey Mouse is still so enthusiastic.
"Someone is looking for me?" Lao Xie opened his eyes. He wanted to see who the first customer in his stall was.
Opening his eyes, a familiar face appeared in front of Old Xie.
"Old Xie Tou, the eldest brother at the calligraphy and painting stall, seems to be in a good mood today."
Lao Xie nodded subconsciously.
"I made money, two spittoons... Wow!"
Lao Xie didn't react at first. He didn't realize something was wrong until he was halfway through his words, and then glanced at the person in front of him again.
After realizing that the person in front of him was Chu Ping, he was stunned for a moment, and then as if he had seen the god of plague, he stepped back desperately. He did not stop until he confirmed that he was at a certain safe distance from the other person.
Chu Ping didn't know why Old Xie Tou, a kind-hearted person like him, would be so excited every time he saw him.
Without saying a word, run first as a sign of respect.
"When will you change your habit of running away from people?"
The incident happened suddenly, and Lao Xie was anxious to get away from Chu Ping, so he did not take Xiao Maza away, but stayed where he was.
After Chu Ping saw Maza, he sat down and looked at the frightened old Xie Tou, with a look of concern on his face. It seemed that this could alleviate the tension between the two... Misunderstand.
"Well, it must be a misunderstanding. Otherwise, why would Old Xie be so afraid of me?"
"What's wrong with you? The dark circles under your eyes are so heavy." Chu Ping was asking knowingly.
The atmosphere between him and old Xie Tou was now a bit awkward, so Chu Ping decided to find a topic to ease the embarrassment.
"You don't have a good rest." Old Xie looked like he didn't want to talk to you at all.
Chu Ping opened his mouth, but didn't say anything.
Lao Xie seemed to have recovered from the tension just now, stood up, and patted his dusty pants.
"I noticed how often you appear here lately."
His pony was snatched away, and Lao Xie had no choice but to find a relatively clean place to sit down, but that place was still some distance away from Chu Ping.
Old Xie Tou's unintentional behavior made Chu Ping a little curious.
"It feels like you are a little afraid of me."
Chu Ping deliberately moved a distance away from Lao Xie Tou.
"Stop, just stay there and don't move." Old Xie hurriedly spoke to stop Chu Ping.
"Um?"
"You carry an ominous aura," Lao Xie stared at Chu Ping for a long time, "and it's much heavier than the last time I came here."
"Um?"
An ominous smell? This is the first time Chu Ping has heard of this thing. Is it related to the fact that he met the little boy?
"Where were you yesterday?"
Lao Xie's face was full of doubts, as if Chu Ping shouldn't be here at all.
"Huh? Went to the old town."
"Did you hit the bridge?"
"We met." Chu Ping answered truthfully.
"Are you leaving?" Old Xie Tou's expression began to become nervous, as if he was afraid of getting a positive answer from Chu Ping.
Chu Ping hesitated for a moment, and then asked: "Does walking under the bridge count?"
Lao Xie was stunned for a moment. It seemed that in his understanding, such an option should not exist.
"Well, considering your current state, it should count."
"Then what?" Chu Ping wanted to know what would happen if he violated that prophecy.
"Then?" Lao Xie's eyes widened, as if he was surprised that Chu Ping could ask this question, "Then you shouldn't appear here."
"Then where should I show up?"
Chu Ping stared with curious eyes, blinking, like a child waiting for the teacher to announce the correct answer.
"The morgue, the forensic autopsy table, the underground charnel house of the medical school, in short, you will not appear here anywhere you appear."
Chu Ping finally understood that Lao Xie had been looking at him strangely before. The reason was that he should not be here alive at all.
