I Just Came to Borrow a Light

In fact, although the name Xing Tian is used to write ghost stories, he actually doesn’t write too many. His stories are not pure ghost stories.

If you count the unfinished one, there are 9.

Lin Chengbu has never read this kind of story very much, what the hell, resentment, not fear, but sadness.

Especially those written by Xing Tian, ​​every ghost has a painful past behind it, dark and hopeless, people feel very depressed after reading it, and feel empatheticly that death is their only way out.

But even though he didn't want to read it, he still read it, not only read it, but also read it once or twice. Anyway, he would take it out and look it up a few times. I don't know what he wanted to experience was the state of mind of the person who wrote the story. Or the state of mind of those people in the story.

After watching for a while, Lin Chengbu picked up his phone and dialed a number.

"Ni'er," as soon as he picked up the phone over there, he said in succession, "Ni'er, don't hang up, don't hang up, don't hang up, don't hang up..."

"You just died!" Xiao Ni said angrily over there.

"I have something to ask you," Lin Chengbu smiled, "I'll go to your mall to find you later?"

"No time," Xiaoni rebuffed straight away, "really, don't come to me, I'm so annoying to see you, you're going crazy, you know that!"

"I'll be there at 11 o'clock, let's have lunch together." Lin Chengbu looked at the time.

"Did you hear what I said!" Xiao Ni shouted, "Don't come!"

"Then it's settled," Lin Chengbu stood up, "I'll see you later."

Xiao Ni was still yelling something on the phone, but he didn't listen, and hung up the phone directly.

There have been several heavy rains in the past two days, and the temperature has dropped a bit. Lin Chengbu took out a beautiful glass bottle from the refrigerator and went out.

It felt like the weather was pretty good today, but after hesitating, he turned around and went back to take an umbrella.

The black umbrella has a long handle and a big curved hook, and it is huge.

Every time he took this umbrella, he felt that he could not be a ghost, he could still be black and impermanent.

In the past two days, there are promotions for the anniversary of the mall, which is very lively.

When Lin Chengbu walked through the first floor, he saw a set of cooking pots on sale, and he really wanted to squeeze over to buy one, but he was afraid that Xiao Ni would run away after get off work, so he had to glance twice before leaving.

He has always liked stainless steel and glass things, whether it is pots and pans or various practical and impractical decoration gadgets, he wants to buy them when he sees them.

Most of them won't be used after they are bought, and they are all put there as collections.

"I've already told you not to look for me again," Xiao Ni said in a low voice as soon as she came out of the HR office of the shopping mall, "Lin Chengbu, if this continues, you should really see a doctor!"

"I don't ask anything else," Lin Chengbu handed her the glass bottle, "Exchange, beef jerky, just made..."

"How do I exchange it?" Xiao Ni's attitude was not so firm when she saw the beef jerky. Although she was still frowning, she quickly reached out to take the bottle.

"Cut the beef into small pieces and dry it until it's [-]% dry, then use the oil to fry the meat and chili together, and put the oil and meat together in a bottle. Adding white sesame seeds will make it more fragrant," Lin Chengbu said quickly, " You don’t need me to teach you how to eat it, pour it out if you can’t finish it in three or four days, and pop it again.”

"So simple?" Xiao Ni looked at the beef jerky in the bottle.

"There are no complicated dishes in this world." Lin Chengbu glanced at her, his speech speed suddenly slowed down, and his tone became deep, "The simpler the more authentic taste, it just depends on how you do it .”

Xiao Ni waved her hand: "Okay, don't diverge and recite... What do you want to ask?"

"Where was he before he wrote "Sparkling Light"? Or where did he get the material?" Lin Chengbu returned to his normal tone.

"I'm really not sure about this," Xiao Ni frowned again, "He didn't have much contact with me at that time... Maybe it was... I'm not sure, it might be the Third Hospital or Anning Hospital, he Probably rented a house nearby."

"Okay, got it, thank you." Lin Chengbu nodded.

The Third Hospital and Anning Hospital are both mental hospitals, which can be confirmed by the fact that several ghosts in the story have mental problems or mental illnesses.

"Chengbu, it's almost done." Xiao Ni walked two steps towards the office and stopped to look at him, "Don't mess yourself up..."

"Don't worry, it's impossible," Lin Chengbu smiled, turned around and entered the fire escape, leaned out half of his body, waved at Xiao Ni, and snapped his fingers, "I'm not an ordinary person."

I am an awesome person.

He jumped up and down a flight of stairs in three steps, feeling like he was going to heaven.

After going down two floors, I realized that this is the seventh floor of the shopping mall, and it is more appropriate to take the elevator.

Yuan Wu felt that since Lin Chengbu came here, he had been sleeping poorly, and would have dreams that he would forget when he woke up in the morning, or dreams that he would wake up from being frightened directly.

But a few minutes later, I would not remember why I was frightened awake.

This summer, Yuan Wu clicked his tongue and his brains were all dried up.

He took off his clothes and stood naked in the water, wondering if the bubble water could activate his brain.

Today he finally released the newly written story, only one poor chapter, he couldn't bear to read the comments of readers under the article, so he went directly to Dongwan with the fool's boat.

Dongwan is better, there is no one, no big head, and no Lin Chengbu, so he feels at ease.

After standing for a while, he lowered his head to look at the water. Under the scorching sun, the little water below his ankles did not feel cool at all, with the unique heat and humidity of summer.

A person who is afraid of water and only dares to stand by the river to soak his feet, why does he want to swim naked for an hour...

He sighed, still hot.

In fact, if you want to cool off, just take three steps forward.

The color of the water did not change significantly, but Yuan Wu knew that the depth of the water there was at least two meters, just because the water was very clear and there were layers of aquatic plants underneath, the actual depth could not be seen from the surface of the water.

Those who drown in the East Bay are almost all because they underestimated the depth of the water and the power of aquatic plants.

Yuan Wu stared at the swaying aquatic plants in the water for a while, then slowly retreated to the shore, and when his feet stepped on the soil covered with grass roots and twigs, the fear in his heart slowly dissipated.

He put on his clothes silently and sat back under the tree.

Today's efficiency is not bad, he wrote a chapter before the notebook ran out of electricity.

When the fool came to pick him up with a boat, he was leaning against the locust tree and weaving a hat with the rattan straw next to him.

The fool laughed when he saw it, and took off his hat to give it to him.

"No, I'm not used to wearing a straw hat, it covers too much and I can't see the surroundings," Yuan Wu got on the boat and looked at the strangely shaped bowl in his hand, "I just made it for fun when I was idle."

The fool put on his hat and pointed to the sun above his head.

"I really like basking in the sun," Yuan Wu leaned on the cow's buttocks, raised his head, the sun was shining brightly white, and he couldn't see anything clearly, except for the faint sight of flies flying from the cow's back up, hovering over his face, "Being in the sun makes me feel safe."

The fool smiled and pushed the boat into the reeds.

This piece of reeds can only be found by people who come here by boat every day to farm. For people like Yuan Wu, even if they have been here countless times with a fool, they still don't know where to turn and where to fork.

To him, all reeds look alike.

When the boat travels through the reeds, he will feel the pleasure of exploring, the unknown, the vague uneasiness, depression, and the pleasure of letting out a long sigh of relief when he finally passes through the confusion and sees the wide water.

And... the irritability of seeing a ghost sitting on the bow of his boat and playing with his feet.

"Where have you been?" Lin Chengbu followed him from the bow to the stern.

"Hiding ghosts." Yuan Wu entered the cabin, pointing back at Lin Chengbu's feet when he was about to follow in.

Lin Chengbu stopped and looked at his feet: "You have to take off your shoes, right?"

"No," Yuan Wu plugged in the laptop to charge it, "it's not allowed."

"Okay," Lin Chengbu sat down by the door at the stern, "Have you eaten yet?"

The weather is hot in summer, and it gets dark late, so Yuan Wu often forgets to eat. Only when Lin Chengbu asked, did he notice that he was quite hungry.

"Let me cook two dishes for you," Lin Chengbu said, "Shall we have something to drink?"

"I have no food here." Yuan Wu said.

"I know you have no food here," Lin Chengbu patted himself, "I have it here."

Only then did Yuan Wu realize that there was a large travel bag next to the small table at the stern, and he immediately wanted to go to the door to get the knife: "Did you bring all the luggage?"

"No, we ghosts don't need luggage, we can change our equipment just by turning around." Lin Chengbu opened the bag, "I have everything inside..."

"Then you go around." Yuan Wu said.

"Huh?" Lin Chengbu was stunned, "What?"

"Turn around and change your outfit for me to see." Yuan Wu blew away the lock of hair in front of his eyes and stared at him.

"Do you want to see it?" Lin Chengbu asked.

"I want to see." Yuan Wu folded his arms.

"Let's eat first," Lin Chengbu pulled the bag awkwardly, "Look, I brought..."

"Look now." Yuan Wu interrupted him.

Lin Chengbu squatted in front of the bag without speaking, as if lost in thought.

Yuan Wu didn't urge him anymore, sat down on the cushion, took a can of Coke from the small refrigerator next to him, took a sip, and lit another cigarette.

"Okay." Lin Chengbu finally stood up as if he had made up his mind, "But you have to keep it a secret. No one has ever seen me like this, so you can't tell."

"En." Yuan Wu responded.

"If you say it, you will be cast into a pig fetus." Lin Chengbu added.

"Turn around!" Yuan Wu roared.

Lin Chengbu took a step aside, and then started to circle around.

After two turns, nothing changed.

"Three...four..." Yuan Wu counted for him, "Are you not skilled enough?"

Lin Chengbu didn't answer him, and when he turned to the sixth lap, he suddenly raised his hand and took off his T-shirt.

"Fuck." Yuan Wuzheng took a sip of Coke, and suddenly choked.

"See!" Lin Chengbu threw the T-shirt on the board, and took off his big flowered pants while continuing to turn, "I'm changing my equipment!"

"Your uncle," Yuan Wu got up and went to close the rear hatch door, "I'll call you 120 and you go back to the Third Courtyard."

"Why the Third Courtyard?" Lin Chengbu pawed at the glass window of the cabin door.

"Because it's close." Yuan Wu replied.

"Okay," Lin Chengbu nodded, "When shall we start? Send the ghosts away in order."

"I said wait for me..." Yuan Wu gritted his teeth.

"You have started to update today," Lin Chengbu knocked on the glass, "Chapter 1, we are all people who see us off."

"Hey..." Yuan Wu's anger turned into helpless ashes, and he scratched his hair a few times, "Let's eat first."

"Okay," Lin Chengbu said, "Do you still want to change your equipment? I can change another set."

"Nude, no need." Yuan Wu said weakly.

The travel bag that Lin Chengbu brought was full of vegetables, including meat, fish, and vegetables. He even brought two pots and two spatulas.

"I'm not used to your things, and besides, you don't have a frying pan," Lin Chengbu said while preparing ingredients, "Your life is as messy as your hair."

"My hair is not messy." Yuan Wu said.

"Although you writers don't care much about these things," Lin Chengbu ignored his answer, "but it's not good for your health..."

"Hey..." Yuan Wu lay down on the deck of the boat, pulled a small towel and covered his head.

"You live on the boat, just sleep on the deck like that, aren't you afraid that you will grow old and cold legs?" Lin Chengbu chopped vegetables very fast, but his speech was neither too fast nor too slow.

Yuan Wu thinks this is a great skill. Generally speaking, the speed of the hand will affect the speech, either it is to follow along quickly, or it is to forget what to say.

"Aren't you afraid that your legs will grow old?" Lin Chengbu asked again.

"Do you think there is room for a bed in my boat?" Yuan Wu covered himself in the towel quilt irritably, "Do all those who sleep on tatami have cold legs?"

"There's no water under the tatami." Lin Chengbu said.

"Shut up and do your cooking," Yuan Wu took an empty cigarette case and threw it over, "Shut up!"

Lin Chengbu stopped making a sound, and continued to handle the fish in his hand with his head down.

Yuan Wu was quite interested in that fish. Although he lived on the boat, he seldom ate fish because he didn't know how to cook it, and he was too lazy to do it.

Lin Chengbu prepared all the raw materials in a short period of time. Yuan Wu glanced at it and couldn't see what the dishes were. He turned on the computer and wanted to see the reader's reaction to this new story today.

There are quite a few messages, almost the same as before.

Most of them were congratulations for opening the pit, and finally waited for the new pit, sprinkled flowers and so on, and some guessed the plot. Yuan Wu felt a little relieved, and slowly swiped his fingers to look down.

After turning two pages, a message flashed past his eyes. He glanced at it, and the hand holding the mouse stopped suddenly.

"The story is still written by you, but I always feel that something is different. It is not accurate to say that the narrative method has been greatly changed. It is still the original language style, but there are some subtle differences, but there is only one chapter. I’m not sure, so come on!”

Yuan Wu stared at this message for a long time, feeling panicked.

This reader is right, he has revised some places, but very few, very few, only a few sentences, I can't remember clearly, and some want to avoid that feeling.

A few small details.

He didn't expect that anyone would notice it.

Anxiety suddenly surged up, he closed the computer, took out an iced Coke and rolled it on his face repeatedly, unable to make any changes, not even a little bit.

"Where to eat?" Lin Chengbu's voice suddenly sounded.

Yuan Wu was taken aback, and when he came back to his senses, Coke was not steady and hit the back of his foot.

"Hey," he frowned, "eat outside."

"Are you injured?" Lin Cheng stepped in step by step, anxiously wanting to reach out his hand.

"Get out! Take off your shoes!" Yuan Wu glared at him.

"Should I go out or take off my shoes?" Lin Chengbu froze in place and did not dare to move.

"...Go out," Yuan Wu sighed, "I'm fine."

"Okay," Lin Chengbu stepped back, "Bring out the beer."

Three dishes and one soup, braised fish, pork ribs with salt and pepper, shredded cabbage, and shredded pork soup with wild mushrooms.

The utensils for these three dishes and one soup are respectively the pot for cooking instant noodles for him, the bowl for eating instant noodles for him, his cookie tin box, and the pot that Lin Chengbu brought.

"If it's not that I'm a ghost, so I know you're not," Lin Chengbu pointed at the things on the table, "I really thought you were a ghost, don't you usually eat, what do you pretend to be?"

"Take the pot to eat, or that bowl." Yuan Wu sat on the board, and there was only a small stool on the boat. Lin Chengbu sat on it, so he didn't have to sit on it. Fortunately, the table is short, and eating on the board is also suitable. .

"Chopsticks should be one version as soon as you buy them. If it weren't for the fact that you only have one pair of chopsticks." Lin Chengbu looked at him, removed the stool he was sitting on, and sat on the boat board.

"Well, five pairs at a time." Yuan Wu took the stool and sat on it.

"...Can you not do this?" Lin Chengbu looked up at him.

"What?" Yuan Wu looked down at him.

"How can we communicate like this?" Lin Chengbu said.

"Communication?" Yuan Wu picked up chopsticks and put a rib in his mouth.

"At least I have been busy with a table of dishes." Lin Chengbu said.

It was only when Yuan Wu bit into the ribs that he suddenly realized that he hadn't eaten a decent meal for a long time.

It was very delicious, and it unexpectedly fit his taste perfectly. It was so delicious that his tongue wanted to cramp.He removed the small stool and sat on the deck of the boat.

"How does it taste?" Lin Chengbu opened a can of beer and put it at his feet, the small table could no longer hold anything.

"You shouldn't be a cook in a small restaurant when you were alive." Yuan Wu took a sip of beer.

"I used to work in such a good hotel, but then I changed jobs with my master," Lin Chengbu smiled, "Now...before I became a ghost, I was working in a private restaurant."

"No wonder." Yuan Wu took another piece of cabbage with chopsticks.

The food was delicious, and Yuan Wu's attitude towards Lin Chengbu eased for the time being. He was still irritable, but he was suppressed by the food, so he could stop being annoyed after eating.

Lin Chengbu didn't talk too much when eating, but he didn't eat much.

"You can tell me that you new-style ghosts eat normally, after all you all breathe," Yuan Wu said, "you don't have to be so dedicated."

"I really can't eat it," Lin Chengbu took a sip of beer, "I'm tired of smelling the dishes I made myself."

Yuan Wu didn't say anything else, and ate the dishes slowly.

The capacity of the small refrigerator is not large, and there is not much beer in it. After a while, only the last can is left.

Yuan Wu felt that drinking like this was a long time ago. After thinking about it for a long time, he couldn't remember when, where, and with whom was the last time he drank like this.

This state of living in isolation seems to have come suddenly, and it seems that it has been too long to find the first day again.

"I read the chapter you wrote today," Lin Chengbu squeezed the beer can, "I wanted to ask before."

"En." Yuan Wu responded.

"Those stories you wrote, those ghosts," Lin Chengbu looked at him, "Why are they all...suffocated?"

Yuan Wu paused for a moment, picked up the last piece of ribs, and chewed silently.

"Hanging, drowning..." Lin Chengbu said, "Why?"

"Because the process is long, you can experience death." Yuan Wu said.

"Then there are many other ways to die without a click." Lin Chengbu said.

Yuan Wu put down his chopsticks and stared at him for a long time: "Suffocation is the most desperate."