girlfriend's brother

April 4th, Qingming Festival.

At 11 o'clock in the evening, Zhou Hui stood behind the cash register, the computer clicked, and a sense of irritability spread in the convenience.

He pressed the reset button heavily, and took a deep breath: "This month is at a loss again! I really can't drive anymore!"

He collected the bill, turned around and saw a person sitting leisurely behind him, staring at him with folded arms and smiling.

Can this product stop coming out?

As soon as Zhou Hui saw him, he became angry and wanted to punch him in the face.

It's a cold day, and I keep running out and wandering around for nothing, causing the temperature in the store to plummet. This month's heating bill has doubled compared to last month!

Zhou Hui glared at the other party, slammed down the bill on purpose, and said, "Brother, can you stay at home in peace?"

Song Han shrugged: "You said I could come out at night."

Zhou Hui stared, "Then you don't have to come out every day, do you? The electricity bill in the store is almost wiped out by you!"

Song Han looked innocent: "I just want to be with you every moment."

Zhou Hui had black lines all over his head: "Can't you just stay at home and wait for me?"

Song Han: "If you're not here, that's not home."

Zhou Hui couldn't help complaining: "Who told me to stay at home, you will be restless?"

Thinking of the icy hard feeling behind him at night is still fresh in his memory, and he was numb every night before giving up, Zhou Hui was stunned for a long time.

Song Han leaned forward with a stern face: "You're blushing my wife again."

After being together for so long, he still likes the way his face flushed when he talked about that.

"..."

Zhou Hui pushed away the face on his shoulders, and a mother and son walked in, and he hurried to meet them.

The little guy is about six or seven years old, and he is chubby. As soon as he came in, he fumbled here and there, messing up all the shelves that Zhou Hui had just tidied up. Zhou Hui followed his buttocks, and he straightened things up .The child's mother was only in her early thirties, and while smiling apologetically at Zhou Hui, she stopped the little fat baby.

Zhou Hui waved his hand: "It's okay, it's okay, just pick what you need."

The kid didn't care about this, and pointed to a shelf and yelled loudly: "Mom, I want Godzilla! I want Pikachu! Get it for me!"

Xiaowa's mother smiled at Zhou Hui, and hurried forward to take the things off the shelf.

The little boy happily dragged his mother to the cash register to check out.

Zhou Hui stood behind the cashier and scanned the QR code, almost being yelled to death by his chattering mouth.

Song Han sat behind Zhou Hui, frowned, then stared, and the small speaker fell silent.

Zhou Hui packed the things, and the little guy who had been quiet for 2 minutes suddenly stretched out his short index finger, pointed directly at Zhou Hui's back, and shouted: "Mom, this ghost is so beautiful. To buy!"

Zhou Hui's eyes widened at once, followed the direction he pointed, and looked back at Song Han in disbelief, praying that it wasn't what he thought.

Song Han is now in the state of a soul, unless he shows himself, normal people can't see him at all.

Zhou Hui stared at the little boy's standing little index finger, and comforted himself that he was just pointing the wrong finger, otherwise his shop would not be able to open after rumors of ghosts spread.

Song Han crossed his arms and stared straight at the little doll with only one pair of eyes exposed in front of the cash register.

The little doll leaned on the edge of the stage on her toes, tilted her head and looked at Song Han curiously, and repeated again: "Mom, I want to buy that ghost to play with me at home!"

The young mother stretched her neck slightly, and looked behind Zhou Hui. She saw nothing at the white wall, and suddenly felt frightened, and slapped the back of her son's head: "What the hell, tell uncle , What exactly do you want to buy?!"

The little kid was probably used to being slapped on the back of the head, and he refused to give up, still pointing behind Zhou Hui and yelling: "There, there is a ghost there, mom will buy it for me!"

The young mother looked and looked in the direction he pointed, with a strange expression on her face, and smiled at Zhou Hui: "I'm sorry, the kid talks nonsense, how much is it?"

Zhou Hui nodded his money, turned his head back slightly, and pushed his mouth hard, signaling the people behind him to disappear quickly.

Song Han folded his arms, and glanced at the little kid who was staring at him, with an expression of indifference, refusing to move his nest.

Zhou Hui found the change and handed it to the mother: "This is the change, please take it."

The little baby showed a determined posture, pointed behind Zhou Hui, and asked, "Uncle, the brother behind you is so pretty, can you sell it to me?"

uncle?elder brother?

The corner of Zhou Hui's mouth twitched, and he was speechless for a moment.

There was a sniff of laughter behind him, followed by a few more serious coughs.

Zhou Hui pretended to be stupid and said: "What brother, there is no brother. There are only you, your mother, and uncle here."

The child pointed at the back of him stubbornly: "I saw it all. There is a very beautiful brother sitting behind you. He is tall and dressed in white. He just glared at me just now! Look, he glared at me again!"

Zhou Hui turned around and glared at the person sitting behind him.

"Look, Mom, when my uncle glared at him, he stopped staring at me. Uncle can also see that brother, even if there is a brother sitting there!" shaking his mother's hand.

The young mother froze, looked suspiciously at Zhou Hui, then looked behind him, subconsciously grabbed her son's hand.

After sweeping the tomb, I came out from a relative’s house after dinner. My son wanted to buy a toy. Now it’s the middle of the night, and there’s only one store open on the street. Once I entered the store, the air-conditioning would make people panic. I finally bought it. Things are gone, she can't wait to go home quickly.She was even more scared when her son made such a fuss.

She also inadvertently saw Zhou Hui staring at the wall behind him just now, and her heart shrank with fright.She smiled awkwardly: "You are..."

Zhou Hui was dumbfounded, and it took a long time before he said with a smile: "Children always imagine strange things, cooperate with him, and he will stop making trouble."

The little baby was still thinking about it, and the mother glanced at her son, and scolded her half-believingly: "My brother belongs to my uncle, and he doesn't sell it. Let's go home!"

Zhou Hui: "..."

"Sorry, let's go now."

After finishing speaking, the young mother ignored her son's crying and dragged him away.

When the door was closed, Zhou Hui hissed lightly: "It's dangerous!"

It never occurred to him that a child could see ghosts.Fortunately, he was just a child, and no one believed him when he told it. Otherwise, if people knew that his shop was haunted, he would have to close the shop.

He turned around, folded his arms and stared condescendingly at the people behind him: "I'm on duty at night now, can you stay at home by yourself when you have nothing to do?"

Song Han looked innocent: "I want to stay with you."

Zhou Hui scratched his head and chose to remain silent.

The time is almost 12 o'clock, and the store can be closed later, so he should hurry up and lead this ghost home, wash up and sleep early.

Zhou Hui was packing his things when the bell hanging by the door suddenly jingled.

A woman in her mid-thirties, dressed casually in a white sweater, walked in and walked straight to the drink stand.

Zhou Hui heard the bell, and habitually raised his head to say hello: "Welcome light——"

Before he finished speaking, he raised his head and caught a glimpse of a man following behind the woman who came in.

The man's face was ashen, his body movements were stiff, and the right half of his face was gone.

Zhou Hui understood at once, and his breath was so frightened that Song Han behind him suddenly grabbed his arm.

Song Han moved his hand down his arm, squeezed his palm, and comforted him: "Don't be afraid, he won't do anything."

The kneading sensation from the palm soothed Zhou Hui, and he continued to do his own thing pretending nothing happened.

The woman brought two bottles of beer and came to pay the bill. Zhou Hui lowered his head to avoid looking directly at the man behind her. When he handed over the change, he said casually: "Hold your change. Girls drinking at night is not good for their health. "

The woman smiled: "I don't drink, this is the beer my boyfriend likes to drink, and I gave it to him."

Zhou Hui couldn't help but glanced at the man standing behind her. The man really looked lonely, so he could only joke: "Then your boyfriend probably saved the universe in his previous life, so you are such a good girlfriend."

The woman was silent for a while, and then said: "He died last year...in a car accident."

Zhou Hui was stunned and didn't know what to say for a moment. After a while, he looked at the person behind him and said, "Dead people can't be brought back to life. My condolences."

The woman nodded, thanked her, and left sadly.

The person behind her stood in place, staring at Zhou Hui slightly sideways, with no expression on half of her face, as if she was thinking about something.

Zhou Hui suddenly understood what he wanted to do, but he sighed deeply and shook his head helplessly.

After the man and the ghost left, Song Han hugged him from behind, rubbed his face lightly, and said indifferently, "Why didn't you help him?"

Zhou Hui packed up his things, looked at the direction the woman was leaving, and said, "Even if she knows that her boyfriend has been following her, so what? No, it's still doomed to be unable to be together? It's better not to know anything, and to fade away quietly." Only her missing can start a new life in the future."

Song Han rested his chin on Zhou Hui's shoulder and said, "But have you ever thought about that man? It is very painful to be forgotten."

Zhou Hui: "I..."

Song Han said in a low voice: "Fortunately, you won't forget me. As long as you are here, I will be here."

Zhou Hui turned his head to look at the face on his shoulder, and suddenly couldn't help touching a stroke, and said teasingly, "Why didn't you have this kind of awareness earlier? You have to follow me well, or I will forget you someday." , or die of old age, you will disappear."

He was smiling smugly, when the surrounding lights went out, the store door locked automatically, and a cold breath entered his body behind him, his eyes widened in fright: "Bastard, are you crazy?"

"Don't move, I'm so cold..."

"What the hell, I'm the one who is cold...don't move!"

Zhou Hui's horrified shouts echoed in the dark convenience store.

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