The poorest soul catcher in history

"Hey, little brother," Zhao Zong picked up his soybean milk bowl and sat opposite Shi Lan, pointing to the white porcelain jug he put on the table and burst into tears, "Why is it similar to the jug in the TV series?"

Shi Lan smiled slightly, and asked the old man to take three glasses, then lifted the flagon and filled them one by one, "Please."

The old man picked up the cup, "Is there a bad old man like me?"

After finishing speaking, he took a sip and his eyes lit up, "What kind of wine is this? It tastes mellow and doesn't strain your throat."

Zhao Zong also took a long gulp in a muffled voice, then tore up a piece of paper and wiped away the tears from his laughter, "Yeah, it's delicious."

"A gift from a friend," Shi Lan said for them again.

The old man looked at Zhao Zong, "It's not bad for you, the girl has been with you for eight years, eight years, and gave you the best youth, but in the end, you didn't even fulfill a promise, she can't wait When I woke up, it also broke my heart.”

"Yes." Zhao Zong took another sip with his eyes red, "It's my fault. As long as she lives well, I can feel at ease."

"Boy, you too," the old man looked at Shi Lan again, "Why doesn't he have a girlfriend for an upright young man?"

"Him?" Zhao Zong said with a chuckle, winking at Shi Lan, "There must be too many people who like him, and they can't be chosen, so we haven't talked about it."

Hearing this, the old man also laughed, picked up the cup and touched Zhao Zong, Shi Lan was not angry at being teased, he took a sip of the wine, looked at the big bun on the chopping board, "It's time to steam the bun .”

"Ouch! Look at my memory!"

The old man slapped his head and hurried to steam the buns.

"Why are you leaving get off work so late?"

Zhao Zong shrugged, and touched the glass with Shi Lan, "It's annoying to talk about it, don't talk about it, come on, after drinking this glass, I won't drink it, and I have to ride home."

Shi Lan glanced at the bicycle outside the door, it was stained with blood, he looked away and looked at Zhao Zong, "Be careful when riding a bicycle."

"I know, I know," Zhao Zong pointed to his head. "I was hit by a car when I was a child. Fortunately, I survived! My parents have always told me to pay attention to safety when I go to and from work. I will remember it, unless Which blind person hit me, otherwise I would never have hit the car!"

Zhao Zong didn't know that the blood on his body had already wet the floor tiles in the store.

Shi Lan smiled slightly, "We must be destined to meet each other." He filled the other's glass again, "It doesn't matter if you drink too much, I will take you home."

"That's right, you're a big man and you can't be afraid." The old man glanced at Shi Lan and then at Zhao Zong, "I think the little brothers should be afraid!"

Zhao Zong blushed when he heard this, and shouted, "I used to be handsome too!"

Whenever a programmer used to have a lot of hair!

When the old man heard this, he looked at Shilan again, and thought to himself that with your good looks, the sum of several lifetimes may not be as good as others' lifetime.

"Uncle, you are so old, why don't you rest at home, why come out to open a shop?"

Zhao Zong looked at the old man very puzzled, it was rare that he came out to sell soy milk buns in the middle of the night, and he was alone.

"Your family is really relieved."

The smile on the old man's face disappeared little by little. Seeing this, Zhao Zong also panicked, "Well, I don't use my brain when I speak, old man, don't take it to heart."

"I've already taken it to heart," the old man slumped to the seat between Shi Lan and Zhao Zong, "I already hold a grudge, and I'll spit in your steamed stuffed bun later!"

"Oh! Uncle, you can't be so wicked!"

Zhao Zong yelled bluffing.

For a while, the atmosphere became joyful again.

"My wife has been gone for several years," the old man just said, Zhao Zong carefully apologized, and the old man chuckled, "People are born, old, sick and die. I am old, so I naturally take it easy."

"I set up shop in this place because of my son."

"Your son?" Shi Lan looked at him.

"Yeah," the old man smiled, "my son's brain has been bad since he was born, and he has been in several hospitals. Money will never starve him, but..."

The old man's cheeks moved slightly, his face full of shame, "It's my fault, he wanted to eat jujube cloud cake that day, and at that time the store opposite here sold it, I brought him to sell it, but there were many people in line, It just so happened that there was another car accident on the road, and there were more people watching, so we dispersed and the child disappeared."

Zhao Zong and Shi Lan were silent.

"I thought, he loves jujube cloud cake so much, even if he grows up, he will make a fuss about eating it. What if the person who raises him brings him to eat? So I put the door down, Always on."

Zhao Zong opened his mouth, thinking that if the child was taken away from this city, how could he be found?

"The buns are ready."

Shi Lan looked towards the cage.

The old man raised a smile, "Your nose is really good."

After saying that, the old man got up to get the buns, Shi Lan asked for one, and Zhao Zong asked for four.

"Two more bowls of soy milk!"

Zhao Zong shouted.

The old man happily went to scoop up the soy milk.

After the four had finished eating, Zhao Zong still felt dissatisfied. Seeing this, Shi Lan pushed his steamed stuffed bun out, "Please eat, I have enough soy milk."

"You also eat too little." Zhao Zong looked at Shi Lan with some concern, and persuaded, "You young people only want to lose weight, that's not good, it's not good for your health."

"I know," Shi Lan nodded, and pushed the bun further forward, "Eat it quickly, it won't taste good if it gets cold."

"Then I won't be polite." Zhao Zong chuckled, picked up the steamed stuffed bun and stuffed it into his mouth. "I think the steamed stuffed stuffed bun here is really delicious, but I think it lacks some flavor."

"It's less human."

The stone is rotten.

"What?"

Zhao Zong was a little dazed, looking at Shi Lan stupidly, Shi Lan sighed softly, and looked at the old man who was meeting again, "Old man, how long is it now?"

The old man glanced at the clock on the wall, "01:30 in the afternoon, it's still early."

Zhao Zong quickly swallowed the bun in his mouth, and looked at the clock, it was really 01:30 in the afternoon, but isn't it night now!

He got goosebumps all over his body, looked at Shi Lan, and Shi Lan picked up the black umbrella, "Only in the eyes of the dead, night is day."

Zhao Zong quickly looked at the old man, his voice trembling, "Then, is he dead? No, he is a ghost!"

Shi Lan was silent for a while, "Yes and no."

"Hey?"

Zhao Zong was stunned, what did he mean?

He cautiously turned his head to look at the old man. When he found him peeking at him, the old man also turned his head to look at him suspiciously, "What are you looking at me for? There's not enough steamed stuffed buns?"

Zhao Zong shook his head hastily, feeling that the steamed stuffed bun he just ate was a bit uncomfortable, he wiped the cold sweat off his face, and looked at Shi Lan, "Aren't you scaring me? It's midnight, don't scare anyone!"

"Another drink?"

Zhao Zong looked at Shi Lan who was asking him, and he panicked, "Are you a human or a ghost?"

"I'm not a human, nor a ghost," Shi Lan smiled, and served Zhao Zongman a drink, "You have been muddled in this life, I hope you don't behave like this again in your next life."

"Hunting?" Zhao Zong suddenly became less afraid. He took a sip from his cup and shed tears, "I don't know why, but I just live like this. Every day is like a machine. I don't keep the one I want. What I don’t want, but I have to do because of the needs of life.”

He said a lot, Shi Lan kept listening, and only when he realized that Zhao Zong was embarrassed by what he said, did he see blood on the table!

He was startled, stood up and pointed at the table, "Blood!"

As soon as he finished yelling, he felt his face was wet. He raised his hand to touch it, and when he looked again, it was blood.

To be precise, blood and tears.

His pupils were dilated, and the memories in his mind were flashing quickly like a horse watching flowers!

It turned out that he had died a long time ago. He had just worked overtime two years ago. On the way home, when he took out his mobile phone to check the time, he suddenly saw the news of his ex-girlfriend’s marriage. Just when he was in a daze, a drunk driver hit him. After killing him, the bicycle under him is full of his blood...

Slowly turning his head and looking out, the bicycle was covered in blood, the ground was also covered in blood, his feet were also covered, and so was his body, blood!It's all blood!

Zhao Zong wanted to cry, wanted to cry, but when he met Shang Shilan's eyes, his mood gradually calmed down.

"When you died, you were so hungry that you wanted to eat all the time, but you didn't want to accept the news that your ex-girlfriend got married, so your soul kept working overtime and leaving work, finding something to eat, and then going back to work and get off work. This cycle lasted for two years. .”

Shi Lan got up and handed the black umbrella to the other party, "Leave, it's time to reincarnate."

Zhao Zong took the black umbrella and asked in a trembling voice, "How are my parents doing now?"

"It's not easy for a white-haired person to give away a black-haired person. Fortunately, the driver who caused the accident lost a sum of money, so life is fine."

"I'm not filial," Zhao Zong squeezed the umbrella tightly, "Is she okay?"

"As you can imagine, her child is already two years old. Her husband is very good to her, and her in-laws are also good. After you died, she and her husband came to worship."

Zhao Zong shed blood and tears, "Who the hell asked her to bring her husband to pay homage to me!"

Can't you come alone!

Shi Lan blinked.

Zhao Zong twitched, "Then I'm leaving."

"Let's go."

"Where's the old man? I still want to say goodbye to him?" Zhao Zong, who didn't see the old man, was a little disappointed.

He walked outside the door, stretched out his hand to touch the bicycle, the bicycle disappeared in front of his eyes, turned his head and bowed to Shi Lan, Zhao Zong opened the umbrella, and only then did he realize that the dark sky was bright now , I don’t know when there were a lot of ghosts around, Zhao Zong didn’t dare to delay, followed the drift of the masses, and went to the underworld to reincarnate.

"Hey, what about the young man?"

The old man who didn't know where he was going just now returned to the store, but he didn't see Zhao Zong, so he asked.

"Let's go," Shi Lan took out a Ming coin and put it on the table, and the old man walked over to collect the money with a smile.

"It's been so many years, and you still don't want to leave?"

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