I was raised by the BOSS in the infinite copy

The uncle carried a shoulder pole and walked forward step by step. The mist around his feet spread out from his side little by little, but it would not disperse, as if surrounding him, which was regarded as a special effect of appearance.

Especially has the style of BOSS, as long as he doesn't speak.

Gui Ming followed behind him, step by step, approaching tentatively at first, feeling whether the fog would hurt him, and after staying for a while, feeling well adapted, he walked to the uncle's side, and did not speak at first .

The uncle didn't speak either, and the uncle and nephew walked one after the other.

There are bustling shops on both sides. With the arrival of night, the whole Beining city is like a huge monster waking up from the night suddenly. All kinds of monsters and ghosts reveal their disguise, walk to the street, and go shopping in the night market .

Some of them have animal heads, some have fangs at the corners of their mouths, some have animal ears, and some are floating in the air. If you ignore their appearance, the expressions on their faces are actually the same as those of many ordinary people who go shopping in the night market. .

When you see interesting small commodities, you will show a curious and appreciative expression, but after seeing the price, you will become dull.

Very real.

Of course, not all the roads are full of such strange and peaceful scenes. Occasionally, you will still meet chased passers-by. These "people" will stop for a while, but they don't swarm over, and whoever's prey is theirs , There are so many passers-by, there is no need to rush.

Now is not the time for passers-by to besiege the boss and the boss is powerless to fight back. The situation of passers-by has been completely reversed, and the original hunter has become the hunted prey.

Maybe it's really elated. Although they know that the prey has been marked, everyone is still willing to stop and watch, to appreciate the ugly appearance of the passer-by.

How happy it is to eat melon.

When the uncle is walking forward with his shoulder pole, the "people" who stop and watch in front will step aside, and Guiming can feel their eyes fixed on behind him. If in the past, his scalp might be numb now, But at the moment, he felt good instead, and smiled at the "man".

Those "people" also smiled at him.

Guiming counted his uncle's steps, and after counting for a while, he finally couldn't help the curiosity in his heart.

"Uncle, don't I look like my dad?"

Guiming spent his childhood with his grandma. He had many guesses about the image of his parents. Occasionally, he was able to get bits and pieces of information from his grandma, and he also had longings and yearnings. Long, I couldn't help but start thinking in my head, if his parents were still there, they wouldn't have come back to see him for so long.

Whether he doesn't want to or is no longer there, it is not what he is willing to accept. In this case, it is better to pretend that he has no parents, and simply erase the fantasies in his mind as if he didn't have them.

Without it, there will be no expectations, and without expectations, there will be no loss, disappointment, or sadness.

This is Guiming's way of protecting himself.So later, he stopped pestering his grandma to ask these questions. He no longer expected his parents to come back one day, and then told him that if there was no way to come back these years, if something was missed, it was missed, and there was no reason for it. uncovered.

Rather than fantasizing about his parents having some unspeakable secrets, it is better to be more straightforward and act as if he does not have one. Anyway, he is no different from an orphan, and no longer has expectations for the parents who have never shown up.

Instead of looking forward to this person who has never appeared and does not know when it will appear again, it is better to put this thought on yourself and truly care about the person who loves you.

He thought well, but when he really touched this point, he still couldn't control himself.

Maybe this is the admiration engraved on the child itself, who always has a natural filter for his parents. When Li Da said that his father is the most promising, the expectation that was pressed in his heart could not help but pop up Come.

At the dinner, I tried my best not to ask, but now, after much deliberation, I still took this matter as the first sentence to break the topic.

Although he pretended nothing had happened, he couldn't help but start to care in his heart.

The uncle didn't avoid this matter like grandma did, he smiled and said: "It's really not like that at all, Xiaodong looks dark, and his character is not tall, you are tall and handsome, completely different from your father , when I was just born, it was not so obvious at that time, it looked like a little thin monkey, but now it has grown completely, and it looks like when I was young."

He completely opened up the conversation: "At that time, although our village's business was a bit unlucky, but the unlucky was unlucky, and the way to make money was to make money. When other villages were fighting over a few acres of land, our village already had small TVs and washing machines. All air conditioners are arranged."

Guiming didn't understand: "Unlucky?"

The uncle said: "That's right, Baishi Village. Everyone in the village is doing business in Baishi. Your grandma is a famous witch. She can tell fortunes, deliver births and move graves. Li Da is a paper maker, and several uncles are doing paperwork. wreath."

Guiming: "..."

He was silent for a while: "Isn't it Baishi Village?"

The uncle said: "Isn't it bad luck to call it Baishi directly, so I took the homonym. Don't say it, people in our business are actually the most superstitious."

Then I came to my senses: "I forgot I didn't tell you about these things. It's strange that you don't know. It's not bad luck. Taking advantage of it, even if the passers-by came suddenly, her small tricks could subdue the passers-by, Li Da's paper figurines even came to life, but those uncles couldn't do it, making wreaths and paper money, originally The one that made the most money in the past can’t save your life!”

The uncle said: "It's a pity to say it. In fact, paper money is quite useful in the end. As the saying goes, money can make ghosts work. Paper money is originally money for ghosts. With the opening of the dungeon, ghosts run rampant. Even paper money can make ghosts work for you.

Not to mention that your uncle's paper money is very good, some good paper money is great, you can buy a lot of things in the ghost market, but everyone didn't know anything at that time. "

"Your grandma and I barely survived, but my uncles didn't survive, otherwise you could see them, especially the uncle, who is the most charitable person."

The uncle sighed and sighed, looking at Guiming's blank expression: "You can tell by looking at it, your grandma and the others probably won't tell you these things."

Indeed, grandma would never tell Guiming about these things. Guiming always thought that he had no relatives in Baishi Village. He only knew after hearing what his uncle said.

Grandma seemed to cover up all the misfortunes and only showed him the good side.

Guiming said: "I didn't know that I had an uncle before. I always thought that my grandma had only one son, my father, and he was not filial. She left me and grandma in the countryside and ignored him." The latter is Guiming's own guess .

Uncle: "..."

He couldn't believe it: "My mother never told you about me?"

Guiming nodded.

The uncle was silent for a long time, his whole body was like an eggplant beaten by frost, he was so mourned, he said anxiously: "She won't really think that I died outside, will she?"

Gui Ming didn't know how to persuade her, so he suggested, "Why don't you kneel down to my grandma when you see her?"

The uncle was dubious: "If I kneel down, will she forgive me?"

Guiming: "It's better than letting her tell you to kneel down and plead guilty?"

This is really a bad idea, the uncle was silent, and could only say: "Then I'd better not see her first."

Guiming didn't persuade him either. In fact, if you want him to say that extending your head is a knife, and shrinking your head is also a knife.

However, the uncle has his own ideas, as a junior, it is enough for him to say one word, and if he says too much, he will be suspected of being disciplined, which is not good.

Guiming is the best at being a human being, so he changed the topic and talked about the ghost saved by his uncle.

Uncle didn't finish, he just reacted belatedly: "Why did you ask your father's appearance? Isn't your father at home?"

Guiming was silent.

The uncle noticed something from his silence: "Your dad is gone too? Have you never seen your dad? I'll go, I just thought it was enough to have Xiaodong at home, and the two brothers always have to go out one by one, see What has become of the outside world, I have to do something! I just left!"

Guiming's words were a little difficult: "...I don't know either."

The uncle said: "If I had known that Xiaodong was not here, I would have been back! Damn, I can't forgive myself, these years, just leave you and my mother at home???" He couldn't help feeling a little Angry: "What happened to Xiaodong?"

Guiming couldn't speak anymore.

The uncle took a look at Guiming, with pain in his eyes: "Don't think too much, Xiaodong is not an irresponsible person, something must have happened to him. He has always been transparent about the world, and he is smart, no matter what he does I can infer other things from one example, not to mention my mother, there is no one in the village who doesn't like him, and he has a good temper, and everyone is smiling. The most important thing is that he is very talented in Taoism. People who eat this bowl of rice can exorcise ghosts when they are in their teens.

At that time, when I encountered such a big change suddenly, I panicked. He was still able to calm down and persuaded us all to calm down. "

"He's not someone who just walks away without leaving a word. My mother didn't tell you too much, maybe she was afraid that you would think too much."

Guiming now has a feeling of drowning. He thought he didn't care, but now he feels that his whole heart is constricted. If he doesn't actively abandon him, then there is only one possibility left.

Uncle Gui Mingchao showed an ugly smile: "It's okay... I didn't think too much about it."

The uncle's voice was a little weak: "Perhaps he was caught by something. You see, there are people like me who have no conscience and haven't been back for more than ten years."

"Maybe." Guiming didn't want to continue this topic. At least he knew that he had a father who didn't jump out of a rock. Only by caring will there be forgiveness.

He tried his best not to care about it. He has a grandma, Da Li, a master, and now an uncle. Even without his parents, he can still live a good life, and even live a better life.

When the parents who were absent in his life reappeared in front of him, with a look of guilt and uneasiness wanting to make up for him again, he could also calmly say: "Who are you?"

It doesn't matter anymore.

Guiming said to himself.

"Let's not talk about this, tell me about the places you have been to these years, uncle?" He felt that the expression on his face must be a bit too indifferent at this time, because the expression on his uncle's face was a bit complicated.

When Guiming doesn't know how to face it, he will always look a little cold and expressionless.

It seems that strangers are not close to each other, but this is his protective color.

It looks calm, but it's actually just a disguise.

It would be nice if it was really ruthless.

That way you won't get hurt.

But Guiming still can't do it after all, he has too many things that people care about.

So you can only use camouflage to cover yourself.

The uncle probably wanted to say some happy things to adjust the atmosphere, but when he looked back on most of his life, there were hardly any happy things.

All kinds of unlucky things are always mixed together, each one reveals helplessness and sadness.My uncle has no talent in metaphysics, and he doesn't know how to origami. He is clumsy, but he has a lot of strength. He hasn't studied much. He dropped out of school before finishing elementary school. After finishing his studies, he worked in other places to make a living, and there were quite a lot of people at his age who did not study in the countryside at that time.

But part-time workers do not have a degree and cannot find a good job. My uncle was taken as free labor in other places. He worked hard as a construction worker for more than half a year.The uncle had no choice but to come back again, and finally chose to be a porter, helping to deliver goods, because the mountain road was not easy to walk, and the car couldn't get in, so many things had to be picked up bit by bit by people.

At that time, there were not many people with cars. If there were any cars, they were offered as treasures. How could they be allowed to do such a thing? People are much more worthless than cars.

Porters work hard for money, a few yuan for a round trip, and if there are too many things, they will add more money, and the extra money will be more expensive. Calculated by the catty, some can earn dozens of dollars for a trip.

The uncle has been working for a few years, but he has continued to do it. Others are not as strong as him, and he is not as fast, because the mountain road is not easy to walk, and people have to be careful when going up, let alone carrying things?

It's not that there are no things that go wrong, people die every year, it's just that human life is cheap, everyone has no money, and they can't pay much, so they think they are unlucky.

Some worried about the danger and did not do it.

The porters changed one after another, but the uncle became the oldest one.

The rugged mountain road was turned into a flat road by him. Seeing that life was about to improve, the newly appointed county government team wanted to build a mountain road that could be driven at a high price, and all these porters were recruited.

The more dangerous the place, the better the wages and treatment, the uncle is about to get ahead.

He packed everything that night, and was too excited to sleep at night. He chatted with Xiaodong, saying that after the project was completed, he could buy a house in the county.

The next day, he found that the mountain road was shrouded in fog, and the downhill road that he had walked countless times was gone.

Life is like a swamp, the more you struggle, the more you sink.

The uncle’s job is gone, but the buddy who has been with him for many years is reluctant to throw it away. Fortunately, his buddy did not really abandon him. After the world changed, as Li Dazha’s paper man was able to move, his shoulder pole also changed. It's crazy.

The ten centimeter wide pole less than two meters long can stir up everything in this world.

As if agreeing that his hard work over the years was not in vain, after a little excitement, the uncle decided to check out other dungeons. He is a porter, and he is only valuable when he picks things up.

Then he chose the first thing he provoked, which was a human life.

Since then, he has carried the pole on his shoulders.

It can save and it can kill.

But in the end, the uncle chose to save people.

Guiming was immersed in the uncle's story.

The uncle showed a smile: "It's all a thing of the past, old-fashioned. Speaking of it must not appeal to you young people, and you must be willing to listen to those stories that beat the challengers to the ground."

"But uncle doesn't have it here. I'm not afraid of your jokes when I say it. Uncle is like a poor worm, chasing the footsteps of passers-by, trying every means to prevent them from passing the pass, but he can only watch helplessly. Completely disappeared."

"Uncle has thought all his life, if only I were smarter, if I was smarter and knew more, would I be able to do more, instead of being like now, just foolishly picking everything up, Resist on the shoulders. It seems that I will do one thing in this life, pick it up, and carry it up."

"During this long journey, I lost the last one of all the movements of the porter, letting go."

"Fortunately, the end is coming soon."

It can be put down.

In the long story, Guiming unexpectedly discovered that they had returned to Xiaosanxiang in the process of unknowingly.

During the day, Xiaosanxiang looks like it can’t see the sun, and at night, Xiaosanxiang is even darker, even the street lamps can’t see through it.

There is only a little bit of fluorescence in the darkness that seems to be swallowing people, like a monster that is crawling and looking at you and is about to swallow you.

But this feeling is indeed not an illusion. During the day, this place has almost become a cemetery for a large number of passers-by, and all the passers-by have almost never returned. When night comes, Beining City tears off its mask, and here Completely turned into a cemetery for passers-by.

But in the eyes of Gui Ming and others, it is very quiet here, and there is no one who breaks through.

During the day, the paper city did not return to its original state, including the entrance that Li Da tore open, and it still looked like the one he tore open.

On the tallest building in the paper city, a paper man with the same face as Gui Ming was sitting on it, and under him were many paper men, they gathered together, and there was a high platform in the middle, on which two paper men were fighting.

There are paper lanterns around, not to mention, they are quite bright.

The expression of the paper figurine next to him raised his hands high and shouted and cheered clearly.

Uncle: "..."

Guiming: "..."

Li Da: "..."

Everyone else: "..."

The "Guiming" paper figurine was watching with enthusiasm, but suddenly felt something was wrong, raised his head slightly, and saw Li Da and the others, his expression changed, and then he jumped off the building without hesitation, turned his head and disappeared.

The paper people who were holding a boxing match paused for a while, and then dispersed in a crowd, leaving a mess on the ground, and some paper people were trampled by other paper people unfortunately. Fortunately, they are flat and will not cause any trouble , just a bunch of paper footprints on his body, after the crowd passed, he stood up again cursing.

Then he ran away cursing and limping while supporting his waist.

The uncle couldn't help but cast a playful look at Li Da.

Li Da pretended to smoke with his head down, pretending not to see it. Although Zeng Xiangwei's paper car looked like it was made of paper, it had all the necessary facilities and could even put lights on it. On paper, there is a feeling of ruins after a great war.

The problem is that when they really fought against the passers-by during the day, Paper City hadn't suffered such a big damage yet!

Li Da couldn't help rubbing his aching brows, and naturally he wouldn't show timidity in front of his uncle, he just said, "It's just a little naughty."

The uncle suppressed a smile: "It's better to be lively, but everything has its own limit, and it can't be too lively, don't you think?"

Li Da did not answer with a stinky face.

The uncle said: "Why don't you take care of some housework first, and then I will release my soul?"

Li Da: "No, you let it go."

The uncle saw how Li Da was so strong, his heart was about to burst into laughter, he couldn't help grinning, and said: "Okay!"

Li Da put down the cigarette stick, coughed, and then waved away the smoke in his hand. The smoke spread towards the surroundings, and the originally silent paper city made a creaking sound, and then it was like a giant beast waking up, gradually Changed appearance.

The uncle spit into the palm of his hand, then rubbed it vigorously, then took a deep breath, and shouted: "Take up the burden——"

His voice was loud and clear, and it spread far away in the silent night.

There seemed to be an echo of him in the distance.

The pole that seemed to be growing on the uncle's back was lifted up by the uncle with both hands. His face was flushed from the suffocation, and the veins in his hands were bulging. Then he said "hey" and lifted the whole pole.

As he lifted up, the mist that had been surrounding him seemed to explode and spread out in all directions.

At that moment, even if he was facing the headlights, Guiming's entire field of vision was covered by fog, and his vision was completely white, and he couldn't see his surroundings.

Then one by one souls flashing blue light lit up in the mist, there were girls with shackles, women with children in their arms, old women with crutches, old men holding cows, and countless young people. People, their voices converge into a sea of ​​noise.

"Come out, come out!"

"This is where?"

"Mom! Mom! Whoooooooooooooooooooo—"

"I'm still playing chess, I haven't finished playing chess yet!"

"Oh, why did I come out?"

However, the pole was so heavy that even though the uncle's veins were bulging, he still only put a part of it down, and he couldn't help shouting: "Get up again!!"

The mist exploded like crazy again.

Then Guiming, whose entire field of vision was covered by fog, suddenly felt that the surroundings were crowded. There were many people around him, and they seemed to appear beside him suddenly. Looking around, he saw his friendly expression. smile——

"Hello, little brother, what year is it now?"