The gentle idiot seemed to be fine, sitting in his original position and continuing to study advanced mathematics. I thought to myself: "You are such a big man, but you still read such advanced knowledge? Do you need to take the postgraduate entrance examination?" However, this idiot watched it with gusto.
Originally, I wanted to ask some details about the ghost's theft, but seeing that there were many people in the carriage, I didn't have the nerve to ask such childish questions. I had no choice but to return to my seat and continue to chat with Katsuo. Although we had a great time chatting, my mind was filled with those words said by the gentle idiot.
If the person who steals things is not a human being, then he is a ghost. So the thief I saw stealing things is a ghost! Only then did I come back to my senses. No wonder, everyone around me turned a blind eye. Strictly speaking, it wasn’t a misunderstanding. After all, Katsuo and the other passengers in the car didn’t have eyes like mine.
I'm really stupid, as an adult is so big, and there's a small table board between me and Katsuo, so an adult can't get in. Besides, even if I lose my center of gravity and fall over, I will definitely hit the thief. That is, I will pass through the thief and hit Katsuo.
I understand, I understand everything. Sheng Nan really didn’t accuse me wrongly when he said I was a gangster. At least from her eyes, I did behave like a gangster. She wouldn’t have known that there was such a thing between us at that time. . Monster, blame my unlucky eyes.
So, the gentle idiot is telling lies? No, he didn't tell a lie, at least to me, it was the truth. However, Katsuo and the other passengers in the car didn’t believe it. The gentle idiot told lies to everyone except me. Hehe, I really have to thank him. Could it be that, like me, he has such a pair of eyes that see unnecessary things?
It’s also my fault, because I was so focused on being embarrassed with Katsuo that I ignored the ghost thief for a while, but what if I didn’t ignore him? People in the carriage could neither see nor hear him. The one who was embarrassed was me. I really just explained and covered up. In the end, it was all my fault.
But, I really can’t figure it out now. I had no grudges with this ghost brother in the past, so why did he steal my money? In other words, can ghosts steal money? Most of the gentle idiots can see that thing. He also said that I didn't ask him. Maybe people have already figured out that the thief is a ghost. If I really remind Katsuo, maybe he will be regarded as a lunatic. Hey, I'm still stupid.
After chatting with Katsuo for a while, Katsuo said that she was hungry and wanted to go to the dining car to get something to eat. I just gave her a token token of comfort and said, "Okay, eat enough!"
Then, I reflexively turned my attention to the gentle idiot who was still reading advanced mathematics. I wondered if this kid had a third eye. After closing the book and looking at me for a while, he sneered, stood up, stretched, and said, "I'm hungry too, I'm going to eat."
Just when I opened my mouth to say that I wanted to accompany him, he beat me to it: "I'm not used to eating with others. I like to enjoy food alone. You kid is so talkative, so you must be mouthing while eating. This is what I hate the most." "
After saying that, I stood up and left. I stared at his back in surprise, thinking to myself: "This idiot always slaps me, and he is so sensitive. He even knows when I smack my lips while eating. Do we know each other?" ?”
Maybe we really know each other, at least he looks familiar to me, and my intuition tells me that this guy must be more than simple. Just the fact that he can help me out by calling a ghost thief can prove it. Everyone in the train was spending their time, but this guy was the only one who had been reading "Advanced Mathematics" since he got on the train. He was very different from the others. It was even said that he was a little bit mysterious.
I always feel like we have met before there, otherwise my facial blindness would not be a characteristic. Moreover, he must be hiding some secrets. Just think about it, who is watching "Advanced Mathematics" on the train? If it were prose, I could still understand that the train is not the place to study, and in this matter ten times the effort is less than one tenth.
Thinking of this, I planned to be careful and pretend to be asleep here. Maybe that gentle idiot was staring at me secretly. Otherwise, how could I think he was familiar? It is impossible for a person to pay attention to passers-by, unless that person appears in front of me repeatedly. Most likely, this gentle idiot is deliberately observing me, and may even have evil intentions towards me.
Maybe my suspicion is due to my paranoia of being persecuted?
Thinking of this, Katsuo and that gentle idiot came back one after another. I quickly leaned against the car window, crossed my legs, and pretended to be asleep. I'm such a good actor. The two of them didn't realize it. Shengnan said, "He's asleep. Let's not disturb him. I'll also take a nap for a while. Anyway, it's still early for me to get out of the car."
I don’t know how long it took, but I heard the sound of getting up. It must have been that idiot, because Katsuo said she wanted to take a nap. I guessed correctly, Katsuo was already asleep, and the idiot had turned his back to me and walked towards the connection between the carriages.
What is he going to do? Want to smoke? The connection between the carriages is the domain of smokers. The gentle idiot must not be smoking because he doesn't smell of cigarettes. I saw him walking out of the carriage, then stood up quietly and followed him quietly. Looking at the other people in the carriage, they were all lying or leaning on each other. Only the man was lying on the table. It seemed that this tough woman had paid more attention to her image and was no longer as fierce as when she had ravaged me just now.
I walked quietly, not daring to make a sound. If others saw my sneaky movements, they would probably treat me as a thief.
After I came out, there was no one in the smokers area, only dozens of cigarette butts at my feet. Strange? What about that idiot? I followed you very carefully, how could I lose you? Have we gone too far? I quickened my pace and said in my heart: "Don't lose it!"
It was so dark outside the car that nothing could be seen. Could this kid have jumped out of the car? No matter how fast it is, it will never be this fast! Forget it, don’t think about it anymore, just go all the way to the end.
I actually walked to the last carriage, but I still didn't see him. There was only a sleeping conductor snoring in the conductor's room. It seems that I have really lost track.
Just when I wanted to go back in frustration, I put my hands in my trouser pockets and saw something...
I took it out and saw that it was a note. When I opened it, I recognized the handwriting because I received two notes with this handwriting at Zhang Xiaoxian's funeral - if you don't know the meaning, just follow it to someone you don't know. Be careful and you will die. !
The note mentioned the word "lifeless", which scared me so much that I was sneaky. Unknown things are the most terrifying, and I almost jumped out of my skin. Especially since I'm still doing the shameful stalking business. People are scary, scary to death, I have a deep understanding of it.
However, fortunately, I have been seeing all kinds of ghostly and supernatural scenes in the past twenty years, and I have become somewhat immune to all kinds of fears. Unlike when I was a kid, I was scared when I saw phenomena with non-scientific explanations. After all, I have seen it a lot and got used to it. Even so, I was still a little scared, because this note was a threat to me.
Then, there was another rather scary greeting, "Follow me, do you want to die?" Another word 'death' entered my ears, which scared me a bit. When I figured out who the voice was, He was gentle and stupid, and his heartbeat was not so violent now, but I was already frightened by his sudden sound and broke out in a cold sweat.
I didn't look back immediately because I was a person who wanted to save face. If that polite idiot who loves to show off saw that I was scared, wouldn't I be teased by him for being useless? So, I stood still, coughed, pretended to be calm, and said, "Huh, I've seen more ghosts than you and I've eaten more food than you. Do you think I'll die if you say I'll die? It's just a small scene." Then, I slowly turned around, but I didn't see the gentle idiot who was talking to me just now.
"Hey, bastard, where are you looking? I'm standing right in front of you, and you're still turning around?" The gentle voice came from the opposite direction again, shocking me. Then I turned around and looked over. He He was leaning against the door at the rear of the carriage.
There were no passengers in the last carriage, so the main lights in the carriage were not turned on. Only the small light strips on both sides of the roof of the carriage gave off a faint light, and that gentle idiot was standing at the end of the carriage away from the light. No wonder I saw Not to him.
He stood out from the darkness, and some residual light fell on him. However, due to the violent shaking of the train, the light spots appeared and disappeared on his cheeks, making his entire face vaguely visible, as well as his nearsightedness. The mirror was so messed up that his eyes couldn't be seen clearly, and his sharp white teeth were revealed, making him look more like a ghost than a ghost.
"Hey, you idiot, hiding in such a gloomy place, you can easily scare people. Fortunately, I have seen many big scenes." My words were obviously to support the scene. The idiot should have listened. When he came out, he just gave me a cold smile, sat down in the seat closest to him, and said, "What are you pretending to be? Just now, you were almost scared to death by me."
Just as I was about to open my mouth to make excuses for myself, that gentle idiot immediately stood up and gave me a hushing gesture, saying, "Come with me, I'll open your eyes." After saying that, he turned his head and said, Walked towards the end of the carriage.
"Where are you going? You can't go further in front. This is the last carriage." I called to him in a low voice and stalked after him. I thought he had discovered that I was following him anyway, so I no longer avoid it, and I'm afraid he won't be able to think about it.
I took a few steps forward and followed him. He didn't turn around, but just asked me a very childish question: "What car number is this? Is it the last car?"
"It's the twelfth car, of course the last one." I don't understand that this person who loves to read high numbers can't even see such a simple number clearly. What kind of top student is there?
"It's the twelfth carriage, yes, but it's not the last carriage, it's the one in front!"
If you're a gentle idiot, you can't stop me. There are only twelve carriages, so why is there a thirteenth carriage? Is there something wrong with my eyes again? Logically speaking, I shouldn't. I can see what I should see, and I can also see what I shouldn't see. So the next carriage is a ghost carriage? Yeah, then I can't go in.
"Don't make a fuss. Your eyes will only see more than others, not less. It's just that you are too sloppy. Come with me, do you still want your wallet?" said the gentle idiot. The words gave me a lot of motivation, and I quickly followed him.
I followed him to the end of the carriage in a few steps. He stretched out his hand and I saw that there was indeed a keyhole at the end of the carriage. If I didn't look carefully, I really couldn't see it. Only then did I feel sorry for this gentle idiot. A little convinced, he asked, "How did you know there was another carriage?"
"Nowadays, people take more high-speed trains and high-speed trains. Few people still pay attention to such old trains. Moreover, most people only pay attention to the passenger trains that pull people, but few people know that there is often a section attached to the train to pull goods at the end. and documents in the postal carriage." I can't believe that this gentle idiot is really thoughtful, thoughtful and meticulous.
Oh, no, even if there is another carriage, I must be able to see it from the end of this carriage! I looked through the last door bed and saw an empty space outside. He couldn't help but asked suspiciously: "Isn't it empty outside? Where are the carriages? My eyes will not deceive me."
"Your eyes won't lie to you? Humph, if your yin and yang eyes are blinded, then I will prove to you that there is a postal carriage behind you."
I looked at the gentle idiot and asked, "You mean, my lost wallet is in this postal carriage?"
"You'll know if you're there or not when you go in." Then, he took a plastic box from his pocket. I used the faint light to get up and take a look. He happened to open the plastic box and took out a piece of paper. The yellow talisman paper was full of words or patterns that I couldn't understand. The red traces made me understand that this person knew the art of yin and yang.
He held the yellow talisman in his hand and muttered: "Drink...golden axe, silver axe, any ax that can open locks is a good axe..." It's a mess, isn't this guy a math major? Why did you come up with this Yin-Yang metaphysics thing?
After reciting the incantation, he spit out his own spit on the back of the yellow talisman paper and stuck it on the door of the green leather car. I just felt a wave of air coming and jolted me, but before my eyes, a carriage really appeared behind the glass door!
This, what is going on, my eyes are covered by a ghost?
My yin and yang eyes were blinded, and I could see ghosts and monsters. This was the first time a ghost had my eyes covered. If it hadn't been for that gentle and stupid yellow talisman, I really thought there were only twelve carriages in this carriage? Sure enough, there is a thirteenth car, this ghost is really good at making plans.
The gentle idiot had an extra piece of professional wire in his hand. At first glance, he knew it was a professional locksmith wire. Could it be that this guy was also a locksmith?
Without any extra movement, he inserted the wire into the keyhole and started to turn it.
After poking forward and turning around, I heard a crisp 'pop' from the lock cylinder, and the lock connected to the postal carriage was opened.
He thought to himself: "This boy is really a talent. Professional locksmiths probably don't have this skill. He not only knows the art of yin and yang and breaks the ghost's deceit, but he can also open locks technically."
You gentle idiot, with your proficiency in unlocking, why do you still need to learn advanced mathematics? Go to the street to set up a stall in the morning, hang up a sign with the four characters "lockpicking master", and rely on your lockpicking skills to make money every day, make a fortune in three years, and become rich in five years, it's all right. The more I think about it, the more I feel that my life as a person who only knows how to code will be more miserable.
Just as I was thinking about it, he turned his head again and said, "Hey, if you don't want to get hurt, just step back."
I understand, he waved his hand and spoke to me, just to ask me to step back, and I stood back neatly. What do you think this guy is doing with his unnecessary efforts? The locks are all unlocked, wouldn't it be nice to just go in?
What I didn't expect was that the gentle idiot kicked towards the carriage door. The power was really quite big. Looking at a very thin and dry boy, I didn't expect him to be so powerful. This door didn't live up to expectations either. It opened with a bang. Hey, door, door, you are really worthless. After all, you are also a piece of iron!
The gentle idiot didn't make any extra moves. He jumped in quickly. He was already in, so I couldn't lag behind, so I hurriedly followed him in. As soon as I entered the door, I heard the polite idiot shout: "That coder, close the door."
I obediently closed the door. As soon as I closed the door, I realized. How did this kid know that I was a code writer? I never told him what I do!
I thought that there would be some thrilling scene waiting for me to deal with when I entered here. I had already prepared myself in my heart, but the ideal was very full and the reality was very skinny. The scene in the postal carriage disappointed me greatly. My expectations were too high. This scene is not scary at all. If I had thought of several possibilities before I came in, then this one in front of me was a scene that I could never have imagined.
In such a dilapidated postal carriage, apart from a few pieces of mail, there was a woman breastfeeding her child. I had seen this woman before. She was the woman with the child who sat next to me in the afternoon. She was watching over me. It’s not a short time to sit next to him. At this moment, she was shocked to see me and that gentle idiot appearing in front of her.
For our arrival, this woman was obviously not expecting it. As the saying goes, if you catch the adulterer, you will catch the couple, and if you catch the person, you will catch the dirty person. In front of her, there were dozens of wallets stacked up in various directions, some were big, some were small, some were thick, some were thin, some were square, some were round...
The woman was dumbfounded. Our appearance took him by surprise. He had no psychological expectations at all. He stared at us in astonishment, with disbelief written all over his face. I couldn't believe it either. I didn't expect that this seemingly harmless woman was actually a clever thief.
I looked at her embarrassed and scared look and asked, "Madam, what's going on with the wallets in front of you? Please explain it to me. Don't tell me that you bought these wallets yourself." , want to sell on the train?”
However, this is not what the gentle idiot is concerned about, and he is not surprised by this scene at all, as if he has seen this kind of scene too many times. He just stared at the woman calmly and asked: "I have been staring at this train for a long time. The thirteenth carriage of this train comes and goes, and I feel that something is fishy. What I didn't expect is that this trick is To cover your theft."
With that said, the gentle idiot knelt down, looked at the wallet on the ground carefully, and said clearly: "Do you want us to take you to the police station? Or do you tell us your dirty tricks?"
I don’t know why the gentle idiot acted like this, and I don’t know what he thinks in his heart. I dare say he doesn’t care about theft, but he cares more about the cover-up.
"I beg you, don't hand me over to the police. I have entered the palace three times. If I go in again, I will be severely punished. My child has not been weaned, so I can't go in! You have also seen that I can't do anything. , I can only steal some." Seeing her crying so hard, it didn't seem like a lie. Indeed, the child was still so young and couldn't live without her mother.
"It's okay not to hand you over to the police, but you have to tell me how you used ghosts to cover you?" The gentle idiot was serious, and he looked like he would not give up until he achieved his goal.
"I learned to be a pickpocket from my deadbeat husband. He taught me how to master the pickpocketing business. My old man is a well-known local thief king and scholar. Every time I go out to pickpocket, I will say something to him. If I worship the soul talisman three times, he will bless me."
The gentle idiot nodded, having already understood the truth, he stretched out his hand and said: "The evil spirit cannot come out repeatedly, otherwise it will disturb the yin and yang. Hand over your husband's soul talisman. I can't let you disturb the balance of yin and yang." .”
The woman had no choice but to reluctantly hand over her husband's soul talisman, which was a piece of red triangular talisman paper. I shouted and saw a little figure jumping on the talisman paper. It must be the evil spirit covering his eyes.
After getting what he wanted, the gentle idiot stood up, stared at her quietly for a while, and said calmly: "These wallets, you can take away what you should take away, but what you shouldn't take away, You stay here."
I'm a little confused at this time. What do you think if you don't catch such a ready-made big thief? Now that someone has stolen the goods, there is no room for her to deny or admit it. After calling the police, hand her over to the police, and she might even get a good citizen award or something. But you also said that you asked the thief to take something away and leave something behind. Shouldn't it? Your kid wants to take advantage of this opportunity to blackmail you?
Next, the woman was not angry but said joyfully: "It turns out that these two guys are also experts. They blame me for breaking the rules of the industry. I deserve to die for prying my colleague's bag. Let's do this. The objects here are , we are both half and half, and we can be considered friends. We may meet again in the future! However, I want to ask the master, how did you discover me? "
The gentle idiot didn't hide it, and made it clear: "It's very simple. First of all, you take your child in the car during the day and beat the child when you have nothing to do. How can any biological parents treat their children like this? No matter how naughty the child is, You can also coax for a while first, and then you will take advantage of it if you are really disobedient. The most important thing is that the more noisy your child is, the easier it is for others to impress you. "
"Secondly, you deliberately got on the bus and sat with me for so long during the day, just to make the child you brought with you miserable. If you make too much noise, people will be annoyed and impressed by you. Look for the right stop. Take the child off the bus when you have the opportunity, hand the child over to your accomplice, then find an opportunity to get on the bus from another carriage, and then start stealing again. The police come to investigate. If someone from our carriage can testify for you, then I can easily rule you out."
"Again, it's double insurance. On the one hand, after you succeed in stealing, you will dispose of the stolen goods when the train is about to reach the end. Who would have thought that you would be in this postal carriage? But to be more safe, you will let your The ghost husband came out early to hide the thirteenth carriage for you. The dead ghost who stole in our carriage before was your ghost husband. Humph, he really has never changed his ways. Even after he became a ghost, he still wanted to come out and steal. , have a great time.”
The woman was surprised at first, and then clapped her hands and praised: "What a brainstorming analysis, every detail is accurate. You are indeed a master on the road. I am convinced of the defeat."
Unexpectedly, the gentle idiot looked displeased and said seriously: "It seems that you are not very clear about what should be left behind. Do you have to make it clear? Besides, if you really want to move Come on, you and your wife will be the losers."
As soon as I said this, I didn't understand even more. Didn't they give you the soul talisman you asked for? What else do you want? Isn't it my wallet? Only then did I remember that I had to quickly find my wallet among the pile.
The woman smiled sinisterly, covered the child tightly in her arms, and walked slowly towards the two of us, walking very lightly. Could it be that this great thief is also a peerless light kung fu master? Oh, no, this woman has a ghost helper.
Before I could react, the gentle idiot stood still and breathed heavier and heavier, warning: "You know very well what I want. If you abuse your ghost power, the benefits outweigh the disadvantages. Besides, Come on, do you really want to mess up the yin and yang?"
The woman didn't pay attention, but continued to walk towards us slowly, and said a very classic saying: "Destroying a person's wealth is the same as killing his parents. You are an expert. If you ask me to hand over my ghost husband, doesn't it mean that you are destroying me?" The way to make money?"
While we were talking, the thief woman had already walked up to us. I was wondering what this woman wanted to do. Was she coming to shake hands with us and make peace? Or are you going to pay us a large amount of hush money? It was nothing. I just felt like something had hit me on the back of my head, and my head was buzzing. Then came a sharp pain and intense dizziness.
This critical hit caused me so much pain that I could only cover my head and hunched over like a shrimp, curled up on the ground, twitching and kicking my legs. Only when I fell to the ground did I know that I had been hit. I was doing this kind of business. How could a person commit a crime alone? They usually have accomplices, but this woman’s accomplice was her ghost husband.
In a vague trance, he saw a cloud of black smoke rising up, and a human-shaped gas-like object standing in front of the gentle idiot. He didn't know whether he couldn't see it or chose to ignore it, but he still stared at the woman with a straight face. , under the dim light, the woman only had a horrified expression, and said stupidly: "Will you give me what I want?"
Finally I couldn't hold it on any longer, my eyes went dark, and I fainted.
I don’t know when I woke up, but I was still sitting in my seat and was woken up by Katsuo. She said that when she woke up, she saw me leaning against the wall with my legs on the seat, sleeping soundly. As for the gentle idiot, he disappeared without a trace.
Katsuo boldly guessed that the gentle idiot didn't say hello and got off the bus when we were both asleep. Because we were almost at our destination, he woke me up. I checked my phone. Sure enough, I was leaving the station. The time is only ten minutes.
I was quite surprised. It was unexpected how I came back. Considering that I was still in the postal carriage at the end, half an hour had passed when I met the thief woman. I really don’t know, what happened after I fainted? She didn't know about Shengnan either, because he only woke up twenty minutes ago. No matter what happened, I'm honored to be alive. At least it ended neatly.
However, I seem to have encountered something I don’t know whether it is reality or a dream. The actions I performed with the gentle idiot just now were like a dream. What is the thing that the gentle idiot said the woman should leave behind? Is it something similar to my longevity lock? According to the time it has stopped at the station according to the itinerary, it has not stopped since I was unconscious until now. Unless the train is delayed, it will be possible to stop at the station. So, did the female thief, her baby, and the gentle idiot get off at that time? What about the car?
I shook my confused head and thought about some phenomena that were not easy to understand. What was the human-shaped smoke rising out of thin air in the postal carriage? That woman’s ghost husband? Was he being set free to fight against the gentle idiots? That idiot must also be a person with superpowers, maybe he has yin and yang eyes like me.
"Are there any passengers who need to use the toilet? Are there any passengers who need to use the toilet? We are about to enter the station. If you need to use the toilet, hurry up! The toilet must be locked before entering the station." The conductor shouted at the top of his lungs, for fear that someone Those who are hard of hearing cannot hear it.
I immediately realized that I was about to get off at the station, so I hurriedly packed up my things, put on my backpack, took my cell phone, and put it in my trouser pocket to prepare myself for getting off the train and leaving the station.
When the train stabilized, I followed Sheng Nan off the train and said goodbye on the platform. Then she returned to the carriage. She was a little reluctant to say goodbye, but fortunately we left each other's phone numbers. Sheng Nan wanted to Get off at the next stop.
It wasn't until I left the station that I finally thought about it. After struggling for a long time, where was my wallet? In the end, it was all in vain. My wallet was still separated from me, and I really couldn't carry it home. I could only subconsciously fumble in the pockets of my jacket and trousers, hoping that I still had a small amount of three melons and two dates, but I couldn't find it after turning over and over. It seemed that I could only drink the northwest wind. Unexpectedly, I unconsciously touched the bulging side pockets of my backpack.
I opened the zipper and saw that my missing wallet was found again. This really made me overjoyed. Whose job was it? It was the conscience of the female thief who found out, or it was a good thing that the gentle idiot did for me. The thing he said should be left behind should be my wallet. Goodbye, gentle idiot, I have to thank you, but I don’t know what else can be done. See him again? It all depends on fate.
When I opened my wallet, I saw that in addition to all the cash missing, my ID card, bank card, secret key, and phone book were all intact. Sure enough, it had been pickpocketed. The thieves were only looking for money. The thief is just looking for money. What's terrible is that he threw the wallet away to me, which caused a lot of trouble to the owner.
I don’t know who also stuffed a note in my wallet, or it was the cryptic words, and it was written by that person. I opened it and took a look - I can’t see my own things well, I deserve to be thrown away, I’m blind. your eyes.
Why are you blinding me again? However, I'm pretty close to guessing who it is. It's probably the gentle idiot who studies advanced mathematics. He's a master, but also a mysterious master. It’s not surprising that he knows that my eyes can distinguish yin and yang. Let’s not talk about whether he has any way to deal with ghosts. At least I know that he knows that these supernatural things exist. But how did he know me so well? I couldn't figure it out for a while, so I could only embark on the road back home with more and more questions.
Along the way there were romantic encounters, embarrassments, excitement, and humiliations. It was such a colorful journey! However, what is even more tragic is that this green train was delayed by more than an hour. When the train stopped at my hometown train station, it was already 9:30 at night. When I left the station and walked onto the street in front of the station, I took out my mobile phone and Look, no more, no less, exactly ten o'clock.
A train station in a second-rate small county town in a third-tier city like my hometown is really not the same as a train station in a first-tier city like the capital. People's train stations are brightly lit and crowded no matter day or night, because the most important thing in big cities is popularity. What forms a sharp contrast is that in a small county like mine, with a permanent population of only more than 300,000, after getting off the bus in the middle of the night and carrying a heavy baggage, I walked to Zhanqian Street and saw only three or two aunts saying hello. An old madam who can't live in a small hotel or find a little sister.
Zhanqian Street is also very dilapidated. The street lamps that have been used for at least ten years either flicker on and off, or the lights are dim, or they are just broken lamps. Our country is paying more and more attention to the development of big cities, and gives the best resources to cities, but who still remembers small and unpopular counties like ours.
When I walked under a streetlight, I put down my backpack and yawned deeply. Then I took out a cigarette and lit it to cheer up and release dopamine to drive away my sleepiness. Standing under the street lamp, I watched several moths, flies and dogs rushing back and forth on the street lamp. It is their instinct for moths to fly into the fire, and no one can stop them from running towards death.
I stopped in place and took a few puffs of cigarette, and then started to think about life. I was unemployed after graduating from college. Like most unemployed people, I am half of society's waste. I can only make four or five dollars by writing words every month. The manuscript fee of 1,000 yuan, after deducting the rent and living expenses, is less than 2,000 yuan. How long will this useless life last? What is the meaning of living?
Then I thought about it, Zhang Xiaoxian already has a wife and children, so why not repay her life by living for more than ten years? Today, I met Sheng Nan, a carefree beauty, which made me want to fall in love since I was single. The impulse, and that gentle idiot, can also help me answer unknown riddles. Thinking of this, I feel that life has some meaning again.
After finishing my cigarette and all my boring thoughts, I picked up my backpack again, put my shoulders on my back, and started looking for a place to stay in the small hotel facing the street.
I did not notify any relatives or friends who still live in my hometown to pick me up in advance, because Xiaofei County is not my final destination. What I want to return to is the village in our township. If this green train was not late, I would have happened to catch the last minibus back to our hometown when I left the station. That was my mistake. Today's train was late.
I could only make do with a small hotel in the county town for one night, and there would be a minibus back home until eight o'clock the next morning. Even if you get on a minibus back to our village, there is still a distance of more than 20 kilometers. Don’t underestimate this 20 kilometers, because the bus is an old and worn-out obsolete vehicle, and it can’t carry many people. If it weren't for the county transportation and traffic management office providing subsidies to drivers, no one would be willing to work. Moreover, the road conditions are even worse, not to mention the potholes. If it's the rainy season and the tires get stuck in the mud, you can't I want to come out again.
Therefore, it seems that the distance of more than 20 kilometers is not far away, but it still takes an hour and a half. Of course, the time waiting for the bus and getting off the bus does not count. This bus stops at any time and gets off at any time. That kind of thing. However, fortunately, the drivers of these cars are very professional and the driving time is very accurate, from 8 am to 8 pm, and then wait for half an hour at the parking spot. Regardless of whether there are many people on the car or few people, the car leaves on time. Every two hours. I missed the last trip at 8pm perfectly.
It was precisely because of my misfortune that I didn't catch the last train and had to be exploited in the damn hotel all night. Thinking of this, I cursed again: "The damn green car must be late, causing me to waste a whole night." night."
In fact, I am somewhat familiar with the county town. After all, I studied in the county town primary school. Although I was still very young at that time and did not remember much, many years have passed since our poor and backward county town has changed. Not too big either. Besides, after I went to college, I had to go back to my hometown every summer to see my old relatives. As for every time I went home, I had to stop in the county town.
Walking on the dark and deserted street, not to mention any people, not even a stray cat or dog was seen. Walking alone on the corridor under the dim street lights, I felt like an abandoned child. Seeing no living people does not mean that there are no dead people. There are a few translucent human figures floating back and forth on the road. There are quite a few of those things. This is not surprising. Where there is a lack of popularity, there are many evil spirits.
Although it was quite frustrating to be on the train, it cannot be said that there was no gain. The reward is that my eyes are getting clearer and clearer, whether it is evil spirits or yin energy, they are all clearer.
