I Just Came to Borrow a Light

Because he couldn't find a suitable excuse to procrastinate, and with Lin Chengbu's delicious meal, Yuan Wu had no choice but to agree to him, and went to see the ghosts in front of him off.

But how to do it, what kind of steps should be taken, he has no idea at all.

Lin Chengbu, an idol with exaggerated acting skills, obviously didn't prepare the script in advance, or he didn't know what the process should be...

So after Yuan Wu promised to start this weekend, both of them were silent, sitting in the stern of the boat and looking at the water together.

After 10 minutes, Yuan Wu returned to the cabin: "Let's go back and discuss with your new ghost boss first. As far as your development trend is concerned, it's not easy to get along without a charter."

Lin Chengbu was very depressed after being kicked out, and he sat in the car at the pier without starting it for a long time.

This is indeed a problem.

When he went to find Yuan Wu, he didn't think too deeply, he just thought that he could get a conversation.

When Yuan Wu writes about ghosts, he is a ghost. Perhaps, as Yuan Wu said, his acting skills are too exaggerated, but this is the best angle he can think of.

After talking, wait for Yuan Wu to be less guarded against him before thinking of other ways, but now the plot is not completely under his control, and he can only see how to deal with everything.

The only thing to keep in mind is not to rush, some things cannot be said before the time.

He wants to move forward, but he can't let Yuan Wu run away. It is really too difficult for people who have basically only had recipes in their minds.

The phone rang.

He took it over and glanced at it, hesitated for a moment before picking it up: "Sister."

"Should I go home and have dinner with my parents today?" His sister Lin Huiyu's voice was over there, "Mom said I'll go shopping in a while."

"I...not going back today," Lin Chengbu pinched his brows, "I have something to do."

"What's the matter?" Lin Huiyu asked immediately.

"It's just...an ordinary thing." Lin Chengbu said.

"Is there anything you can't say?" Lin Huiyu followed closely and asked again.

"Can't I have some privacy?" Lin Chengbu frowned. Lin Huiyu didn't usually do this, but this kind of reaction now basically shows that she knows.

"Chengbu, can you give up?" Lin Huiyu said, "Can you give up? Everyone has given up, why are you still chasing after him! His family doesn't care..."

"I'm not from his family." Lin Chengbu said calmly.

"Then who are you?" Lin Huiyu raised her voice, "Tell me, who are you?"

Lin Chengbu didn't speak.

"What's the use of you doing this, if it's useful," Lin Huiyu sighed, "So many lunatics..."

"He's not crazy." Lin Chengbu interrupted her.

"Really? Well, I don't think he's crazy. He's not crazy now. What about in the future?" Lin Huiyu's voice could hear her frowning, "Maybe he will be like him in the future..."

"He won't." Lin Chengbu continued to interrupt her.

"Hey!" Lin Huiyu sighed forcefully, "Why are you doing this!"

"Why? Because I am..." Lin Chengbu cleared his throat, "A holy father."

"Ah?" Lin Huiyu didn't make a sound for a long time after it was over, probably because he was too angry to speak.

After a few seconds, the phone was hung up directly.

Lin Chengbu whistled, threw the phone aside, and was about to start the car when the driver's door was tapped twice.

He turned his head and looked out the window, but there was no one.

What the hell?

Immediately afterwards, the car door was slapped again. He froze for a moment, glanced in the rearview mirror, and saw a head and a small fleshy hand.

"What's the matter, kid?" He lowered the car window and poked his head out to ask.

Standing outside the car door was a little boy, about four or five years old, looking up at him with a serious face.

"You crushed my flowers." The little boy pointed to his left front wheel.

"Huh?" Lin Chengbu looked, there was a mess of weeds under the wheel, and he couldn't tell which one was the child's flower.

"This." The little boy squatted over and pointed.

"Then...you stand to the side and I move the car?" Lin Chengbu didn't notice after he pointed.

"No need, you are brother Xiaowu's friend, right?" the little boy said, "If you suppress it, just suppress it, and you will grow up again tomorrow."

"Oh," Lin Chengbu looked at him, "Are you called Datou?"

"Yes," Big Head nodded immediately, his eyes lit up, "Did he tell you about me?"

"Said you are very capable." Lin Chengbu said, "Do you know him well?"

"Familiar, I often play with him," said the big head, "but we don't have any common language."

"...Oh, that's it." Lin Chengbu leaned on the car window, "How is he?"

"Very good, he bought me something to eat," the big head took out a small bag of French fries from his pocket, "Look."

"Then he is a good man, right?" Lin Chengbu smiled.

"Well," the big head nodded, "but my mother said he was weird, and told me not to play with him."

Lin Chengbu was silent for a few seconds: "Is he weird?"

"I don't know," Datou tore open the bag of French fries and ate one, "My mother said children don't understand."

"Children understand," Lin Chengbu reached out and touched his head, "Adults don't understand."

There are still two days before the appointment with Yuan Wu, and Lin Chengbu can't find him these two days, fearing that going too often will make Yuan Wu feel disgusted.

In fact, it is quite disgusting now, Yuan Wu looked at him with infinite irritability and helplessness towards a psychopath.

Lin Chengbu only goes to the store to cook vegetables four times a week. He has been free for the past two days, and has been flipping through the A4 notebook at home.

In the end how to do?

How can I let Yuan Wu see the truth little by little?

How can Yuan Wu start to think about the unreasonable surrounding him?

The key is not to beat him or disappear again?

"Since the day we were born, we have been seeing ourselves off, crying, laughing, and accompanying ourselves, covering up our true emotions along the way... longing or despair...

He stood on the bridge, looked down at the river flowing gently under the bridge, and looked at the face reflected on the water surface, who are you...

He stood under the water surface, stirring up chaotic bubbles around him, and scattered upwards in panic...

The breath disappeared, and the chest seemed to be compressed little by little, compacted, and every flustered bubble brought him deeper into the final despair, little by little..."

Yuan Wu suddenly opened his eyes, staring at the small light on the top of the boat, panting heavily.

The air mixed with the smell of water and grass kept entering his body, and he felt that he could see his rising and falling chest without lowering his head.

After panting heavily, he regained his strength, choked on his saliva again, lowered his head and coughed violently, and coughed out the little air he had finally inhaled.

"Fuck." Yuan Wu sadly took the cup next to him and took two sips of water.

For many days in a row, it was such an immersive pain when I closed my eyes.

He frowned and looked at the half-written content on the computer. What happened?

When he wrote these stories before, he didn't have such an experience, is it because he hasn't written for a long time?

How long have you not written?

He stared at the glaring white sunlight outside, and suddenly realized that he couldn't remember what it was like to write a story before in front of him under the fire and silver light.

I don't know if I have had such an experience or what it feels like.

These days he felt a little chaotic, as his life in the East Bay wetlands became uneasy.

He opened the small refrigerator a little annoyedly, wanting to drink a sip of beer, but found that there was no can of beer left, so he had to take a can of Coke.

This forest city step.

He never wanted to find out who Lin Chengbu was and what he wanted to do, but only wanted to make this person or ghost disappear from his life quietly and quickly.

What the hell is going on with this man!

Updates such as holding a knife: Congratulations on opening the pit!

Laughing out a glass of wine: Congratulations after opening for a day...

Holding a knife and waiting for an update: It’s been too long since I opened a hole, I’m so happy that I forgot to congratulate you [Cheers friend.jpg]

Laughing out a glass of wine: How long has it been?

Holding a knife and waiting for an update: more than a year, isn't it soon?

Holding a knife and waiting for updates: By the way, I read Chapter 1, it’s great, I need to keep up with the updates, I’m worried about your old problem of breaking updates, old breaks will affect reading, and you will lose readers...

Haven't written a new story in over a year?

Yuan Wu was a little surprised, more than a year?

He opened the column on his website and looked at it, and was a little surprised to find that the editor was right. The last story with more than [-] words was completed more than a year ago, almost two years to be exact.

In the time between when he opened this new hole yesterday, there were only a few short stories sporadically.

He stared silently at the computer screen.

I don't know how long I stared at it before my brain finally started to spin.

He's still so young, he's big enough to call him an uncle, but he already has dementia?

Hold a knife and wait for updates: This time, let’s keep the previous style, it’s good, don’t try to change it just yet. Laughing a glass of wine: oh

Hold the knife and wait for updates: keep updating!Otherwise, I will kill you and find you!

Laughing out a glass of wine: yes

Yuan Wu stared at the editor's words for a while, then quickly typed a sentence.

Laughing a glass of wine: Can you change equipment after six turns?

Holding a Knife and Waiting for Updates: What?

Holding a knife and waiting for an update: ... No, I can get dizzy after six turns

No, Yuan Wu made a smirk with embarrassment, and closed the computer.

Of course it can't be an editor. He hasn't had a new pit editor for almost two years and hasn't looked for him. How could he come here to pretend to be a ghost when everyone is about to open a pit.

And Lin Chengbu didn't urge him to change, and he didn't even ask about his new pit.

It's so annoying, send this lunatic away quickly.

It doesn't matter whether the setting of reincarnation can't add Saier is stupid or not, in short, as long as it can let him go.

Early in the morning on the weekend, Yuan Wu had just posted a new chapter, and before he had time to read the comments and feedback, he saw Lin Chengbu jumping on the board from the pier from afar.

"Morning." Lin Chengbu jumped onto the bow and greeted him.

"...Morning." Yuan Wu responded.

"Aren't you asleep?" Lin Chengbu stood outside the cabin door and looked at him.

"No." Yuan Wu stood up and went to the stern.

"Have you been up all night?" Lin Chengbu followed, "Why don't you sleep for a while?"

"Why do you have so many questions?" Yuan Wu turned to stare at him with a toothbrush in his hand, "I think I already know the reason for your death."

"What is it?" Lin Chengbu was stunned.

"Talk too much and get annoying and get beaten to death." Yuan Wu squeezed the toothpaste, squatted beside the boat and began to brush his teeth.

"Do you think I talk so much with everyone I see?" Lin Chengbu leaned on the hatch and looked at him, "I don't talk so much with others, I just haven't talked to you for too long."

After saying this, Lin Chengbu stared at Yuan Wu's back.

"Then I beg you," Yuan Wu said vaguely while brushing his teeth, "Can you treat me as someone else?"

Lin Chengbu didn't make a sound.

Yuan Wu's answer was beyond his expectation, and it seemed that he missed his point at all.

why?

Yuan Wu didn't pay any attention to him, and after brushing his teeth, he slowly began to wash his face.

"I brought you breakfast." Lin Chengbu returned to the bow and brought over a lunch box that had been placed there before. "I made the dumplings myself. I fried them before going out in the morning, and there was also soy milk."

"Thank you." Yuan Wu took the lunch box.

"It's not stuffed with leeks, it's stuffed with cabbage." He added.

"I'm not picky about food." Yuan Wu said.

"Aren't you..." Lin Chengbu paused, "The smell of leeks is strong."

"Oh." Yuan Wu responded, and went into the cabin to eat dumplings.

In fact, it's a good thing to know a cook, especially a good cook. Yuan Wu drank soy milk while eating dumplings.

Lin Chengbu stood at the stern of the boat, leaning on the side of the boat with his arms to watch the water, and didn't stop talking.

How good it is, how good it is for everyone to calm down.

"It's over," Yuan Wu put the lunch box in the garbage bag at the stern, "tell me, what do you want to do?"

"Go to the place where their story happened." Lin Chengbu said.

Yuan Wu looked at him, waiting for him to continue, but after he finished speaking, he also looked at Yuan Wu and said nothing.

"No more?" Yuan Wu was stunned.

"En." Lin Chengbu nodded.

"How do I know where their story happened?" Yuan Wu said.

"You know," Lin Chengbu said, "Didn't you say that there are all materials?"

"...That counts?" Yuan Wu looked at him.

"Forget it," Lin Chengbu nodded, "They know that someone has come to see them, and someone remembers them, that's fine."

I'm not me you see, I'm not me you know, I'm not me you remember.

This sentence flashed through Yuan Wu's mind.

It was said so long ago that he didn't even remember which story it was written in.

"Are you my reader?" Yuan Wu said, "I'll give you an autographed book and you'll leave, okay?"

"I'm not your reader," Lin Chengbu said, "I don't like to read such stories, and you can tell at a glance that there are no books here."

"...Let's go, let's go." Yuan Wu couldn't describe his feelings, helpless, restless, anxious, but inexplicably lost the previous anger.

The first ghost was a teenager who joined the suicide group because of depression and curiosity, and finally chose to hang himself on the lathe of an abandoned factory with four shoelaces to end his life.

"Where is it?" Lin Chengbu asked as he walked towards the pier.

"Factory." Yuan Wu said.

"Which factory?" Lin Chengbu jumped onto the pier.

"I have to think..." Yuan Wu also jumped on the pier, and when he turned his head and saw a car parked on the small dirt road, he suddenly forgot what he wanted to say, "What is this?"

"Xiaozi," Lin Chengbu took out the key from his pocket and twirled it on his fingers, "You..."

Before he finished speaking, Yuan Wu turned around and was about to go back.

"What's the matter?" Lin Chengbu quickly followed, "This car has a license plate and can go on the road."

"Are you going to drive a side three rounds to see off the ghost brothers in front of you?" Yuan Wu felt that the feeling of staying with a mental patient was unbearable, and he was full of surprise everywhere.

"There is a reason," Lin Chengbu walked to the side of the car, and stepped up, "There is a reason for driving this car."

"Let me hear it." Yuan Wu said.

"This is our ghost's rule," Lin Chengbu patted the handlebar, "I thought you would know, but it seems that you don't know, so I can't say it."

Yuan Wu stood still.

It was a satchel painted all black, and it looked well maintained, and, to be honest, quite cool.

It's just that he really couldn't figure out why Lin Chengbu had to get such a car. Obviously, he drove a white car the last few times he came here.

"Do you have any grudge against me?" Yuan Wu asked.

"No," Lin Chengbu said, "If you don't like it, you won't drive it next time, but it's too late to change the car today."

Yuan Wu stood there for a while before sighing, and went to sit in the side bucket.

"Do you want to open it?" Lin Chengbu handed him the key.

"No." Yuan Wu said.

"It's not difficult, maybe you will be able to do it right away." Lin Chengbu said.

"Let's go." Yuan Wu took out the mask and put it on, then pulled down the hat again.

Lin Chengbu didn't speak any more, took the helmet and put it on, and drove the car out along the path.

This road has been along the water to Xiaojiang Town. The speed of Linchengbu is not high, but the wind is strong by the water, and this section is a dirt road.

The seat has been modified, it is very soft, and the seat is not too bumpy.

I don't know if it was because I talked too much in the morning or because the road was gray, but Lin Chengbu didn't speak, and kept his eyes on the front.

Yuan Wu was also silent in the feeling of flying through the clouds.

After the car drove out of the dirt road, Lin Chengbu let out a long sigh of relief: "I'm suffocating."

"It seems that the setting of breathing is not very scientific." Yuan Wu said.

"I'll drive to the urban area first," Lin Chengbu said, "Do you remember where the factory is?"

"Not in the urban area," Yuan Wu frowned, and turned to look at the side of the road, "Probably in the northern suburbs, I guess."

"Guess?" Lin Chengbu glanced at him, "You still need to guess what you wrote?"

Yuan Wu didn't speak.

Yes, I wrote it myself, so why guess.

why?

Even this guess, he is not completely sure.

He lowered his head and pulled the brim of his hat, staring at the floor mat in the side bucket, not wanting to continue talking.

The floor mats are also a cool black color and are clean, either freshly washed or haven't been used in a long time.

It must have just been washed. His eyes moved from the floor mat to the door. The inside of the door was also very clean, and he could clearly see the gray letters on it.

Yuan Wu suddenly felt short of breath, out of breath, and his heart beat so fast that the scene in front of him began to shake.

"Stop!" Yuan Wu pulled off his mask and shouted hoarsely.

"What's wrong?" Lin Chengbu immediately slowed down, turned around and saw Yuan Wu's bloodless face, "What's wrong with you!"

"Stop." Yuan Wu's voice lowered.

Lin Chengbu stopped the car and didn't even have time to pull over.

Yuan Wu jumped out of the side fight and ran back.