unlucky ghost

Although there are many pains in the world, all of them are emotional wounds, hatred wounds, sick wounds, moans without illness, and so on.He is a man, his head can bleed and bleed, but his tears can't be flicked easily, but he is going to be hurt by that love, and he almost throws a few teardrops.

It is said that getting drunk can cure thousands of worries. Since I was very depressed, I tried it, and the drink was hearty, and the troubles were forgotten for a while.It's just that at dawn the next day, my heart still feels like I've stuffed a few steamed buns, I can't spit it out, I can't chew it but I can't chew it, it's really not a manly look.

One day when I was wandering outside, I passed a dark alley. At the entrance of the alley, there was a tattered sign with the words "Zizi, fifty characters and a thousand characters".

The broken cover was blown by the wind, and it happened to be smeared on my face.

I took it off and looked it over carefully, and found that the writing of these words was quite to my liking.

I thought to myself: It's hard to find idlers, why don't you find someone to pour out all the miscellaneous things in your heart, maybe you can spit out those steamed buns in your heart, it's better than drinking and hurting your body, treating the symptoms but not the root cause.

After making up my mind, I turned into that alley.

It didn't look scary from the outside, but I regretted it as soon as I turned in. This gloomy place probably won't have any decent people living there.

I was about to shrink my neck and walk back when a gust of cold wind blew up at the entrance of the alley, which scared me and ran forward with my head covered.

As I ran, I saw some light coming from a broken wooden door on one side of the wall. Although it was as faint as a firefly, it made me ecstatic.

I knocked on the door, and the cold wind outside was blowing fiercely, pouring in from the entrance of the alley, almost blowing me away.

I shuddered, and pushed the door open and broke in regardless of the etiquette.

Inside was a small dilapidated room with wooden tables, wooden chairs and wooden couches, and half-decayed wooden boards under the feet.

I straightened my clothes and walked slowly inside.

The wooden boards under my feet creaked, and I was afraid to startle the people inside, so I had to stop and go.

When I walked to the mottled wooden table, I glanced at the teapots and cups on the table, and they were all made of wood.

I smashed my mouth, if there was a fire, wouldn't it be a living coffin.

"Letters or posts? Or naming, giving orders, and looking at Feng Shui?"

Suddenly someone was talking on the wooden bed, I was startled, when I came in just now, my eyesight was dim, and I didn't see that there was still a person lying on the bed.

I thought to myself, this old man is really lenient, he lets people in and out without locking the door, isn't he afraid of attracting thieves.I turned around and thought, thieves would never come to such a dilapidated place.

"Ask you. If you have nothing to do, don't bother me, the old man. I'm getting old, and it's the time when I lack sleep."

I hurriedly cupped my hands and said with a smile, "I have something to do."

The old man yawned, pointed to a broken rattan chair by the table, and motioned for me to sit down.

I cupped my hands again, lifted up my clothes and sat down in a gentlemanly manner.

The broken rattan chair squeaked, and the large candle beside the table flickered.

"Just now I saw the words written on the cover outside the alley, I didn't think the old man would give names and orders to see Feng Shui..."

The old man looked up at me, a little impatient.

I hurriedly complimented him: "Old man really is... a big hermit living in the city. A capable person like this old man must have a very good heart."

The old man snorted coldly, and said: "No compliments, as the saying goes, you can't overwhelm yourself with skill, but it's just for making a living."

I laughed along, this old antique is really weird, who doesn't like to wear a tall hat.

"Tell me, why are you here? It's too early to say, old man, I have to go back to sleep in a while."

I smiled and said: "The late student is called Yun Shi, and I'm not here to write characters, nor to read Feng Shui for the sake of naming."

I paused and looked at his face, cloudy or sunny.

The old man said: "But it doesn't matter."

"This..." The dignified seven-foot man couldn't say what he said no matter what.I thought for a moment, patted my head, and thought about it.

"I wonder if the old man can do Wansheng a favor?"

The old man lay down and said: "Old man, I never do business at a loss, let alone one that is not profitable. If you have nothing to do, please go."

I wondered, does this young master look like a philistine with no profit?

I looked down at myself again, I was only wearing a white shirt that was cleaner than my face, I really didn't look like a rich man.

I cleared my throat, and said: "Old man, I'm worrying too much. I, Yun Shi, am not a person who is greedy for others and does not reciprocate. As long as you are willing to help, the price is up to you."

The old man turned around suspiciously and looked me up and down. He couldn't believe that I was such a rich and powerful master.

I gave him a slight nod.

"Go ahead."

I smiled secretly, rolled my eyes, and immediately had an excuse: "It's not a big deal, but a few days ago, a close friend of mine who had been dead for more than ten years suddenly came to me in a dream, and told him about his experience of wandering in the world for more than ten years. I talked about it in detail. Generally speaking, he has been attracted to a Yang man for more than ten years, and now he is about to enter the underworld, so he came to entrust his dream to me, and asked me to keep him loyal. I don’t want to leave my love in the world, I don’t want to be famous forever, I just think that maybe that person can see it, and it can also understand his mind, so that I won’t fall in love.”

I swallowed my saliva, and continued: "Although it's hard to tell whether this matter is true or false, as the saying goes, I'd rather believe it or not. Besides, it's a close friend, and I can't help him if I help him." What a loss, why not do it?"

The old man sat up, stroked his beard and said, "Didn't you just say that you don't need to write?"

"This..." I was a little embarrassed, "I didn't need it just now, but now I need it..." I don't know if he believes this nonsense...

The old man nodded his head and agreed: "200 taels, not one cent more and one cent less."

I secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and said with a smile: "The old man is really straightforward, and the price is really good...you are right."

The old man gave a rare smile, showing his broken teeth, "Old man, I have always been innocent." As he spoke, he got up and put on his shoes, took out a pen and ink from the inside, and spread it out on the uneven wooden table.

I hurriedly stopped him, as soon as he started writing, I might not know when he would talk about it.

"Don't worry, old man. Let me explain the ins and outs of this matter first, and then write before it's too late."

The old man thought for a while, then threw away the small regular script, leaned back on the chair, and said, "Then you can say it."

I ran all the way and spent a lot of time talking, so I wanted to take a couple of sips of tea to moisten my throat.

"Don't worry, let me think about it for a while and think about the source of this matter." I lifted the wooden teapot as I spoke, filled myself a cup of tea, brought it to my mouth and took two sips, but it was too weak Pale well water.

"It's a long story." I didn't know where to start.

"Then make a long story short."

I gritted my teeth in a difficult situation, and the big husband, mother-in-law and mother were also very uncomfortable, so my heart was hardened, and I said: "My brother, his name is Tanxi, that is the pool of the pool, the stream of the stream."

The old man nodded.

I hurriedly asked: "Could it be that the old man also believes in this theory of gods and ghosts?"

The old man also raised his hand and poured tea for himself, saying: "Believe it or not, old man, I will be a hundred years old next year. I have never seen anything. Whether you believe it or not, it is just a matter for you people. It doesn't matter to me, old man."

I thought to myself, this old man is very happy.

"Hey, the old man is a man with a big heart, so I'll start from the beginning."

The old man nodded, as if he was listening respectfully.

I cleared my throat, and began to ramble on in the dim candlelight that filled the room.

"This matter should start more than ten years ago, from Tanxi, that is, when my best friend died." I paused, and then said, "At that time, Sui City was still a dilapidated city. In a small town, there are only two or three small merchants engaged in medicinal materials business. One of them is the Tan family."

The old man frowned, and asked, "Could it be that the Tan family lost all their wealth in a fire a few years ago?"

I sighed, nodded in agreement, and continued: "Let's not talk about what happened a few years ago, let's talk about the original Tan family first."

"This best friend of mine is actually a hard-working person. I heard that he came to Sui City with his parents fleeing famine, but it's a pity that not long after he escaped, his parents contracted serious diseases and both passed away."

The old man nodded and asked again: "Tanxi is his real name? Why haven't I heard of it?"

I sneered and said: "This...is his real name? He never told me about it. The sad past should be forgotten after all."

"Well, go ahead and talk."

I glanced out through the crack of the door and saw a few beams of golden sunlight faintly falling in the dark alley. I felt a little anxious in my heart, and said, "If the old man is willing to listen to me quietly and not interrupt, I will add How about 100 taels?"

The old man threw away the wooden teacup, lay down on the bed, and said angrily, "I don't bother you, old man, you just talk about yourself."

I grinned, thanked me, and started talking on my own.

I said, let's start when Tanxi died...