"Da Da ......" The footsteps in the pavilion echoed, and the sound of crutches hitting the ground appeared, and the old man walked on the aisle of the pavilion, "cough...... ......"He looked very weak, as if he was going to collapse and die at any moment.

"Squeak......" The downstairs door was pushed open.

The old man walked impatiently towards the stairs, and he walked very slowly, one step, half a step, and another half step.

The upstairs is piled up with books, giving less than a meter of space to walk. The whole attic is old, with many old European-style furniture, and there are two oil lamps at the staircase, and the old man looks up at the oil lamp, and the oil lamp goes out.

"Old man, it's very deserted. ”

Said the man who pushed the door in.

"If you want to buy something, choose it as soon as possible, and if you don't buy it, you won't give it away. The old man's voice came from the staircase, and the downstairs man sighed, "Why are you still so angry?" ”

"You don't necessarily have a better temper than I do. The old man said as he stood at the top of the stairs on the first floor.

Feng Xuyan touched his nose and smiled at him, and the old man waved his hand impatiently: "If you have a fart, let it go!"

Feng Xuyan didn't feel embarrassed, after all, the character of the person in front of him was like this, sitting down on the stool next to the counter, Feng Xuyan looked at the old man: "I came to see you from afar, but I didn't even prepare a cup of tea." ”

The old man walked out of the hallway, the dim light shone on his thin face, hooked nose, stacked lines at the corners of his eyes and a gloomy expression, but his eyes were unexpectedly bright, as if they were stars in the night.

"Hehe, I cooked it once the day before yesterday, and that time it was for entertaining guests. The old man said.

"Am I not also your guest?" Feng Xuyan said, flipping through the old books placed next to him.

The old man was obviously a little impatient, he was not in the mood to joke with Feng Xuyan, "Mangdang Mountain Ghost Talk" was nearing the end, and his thoughts were flying now.

Seeing that the old man's face was not good, Feng Xuyan did not waste time, he said: "I need to take orders." ”

"Taking orders?" the old man was convinced.

"Well, I'd like to take on a ghost removal commission, the higher the level, the better. Feng Xuyan said.

The old man squinted at Feng Xuyan, approached, his bright eyes stared at Feng Xuyan's side face, his thin hand was raised, Feng Xuyan stopped him, Feng Xuyan said helplessly: "Really, it's not a human skin mask." ”

"That's weird, the Demon Eradication Association has invited you to join several times, but you don't let out a fart, and even closed the door to the president several times, but now you suddenly have to accept a high-level commission, is it possible that you are bankrupt?"

"Bah, my noodle shop is doing well, but your old man is bankrupt. Feng Xu replied.

"There's a saying for everything, and you've got to tell me a good reason. The old man said.

"What's the reason?" Feng Xuyan thought for a while.

He waved his hand and said, "Just let me have nothing to do and pass the time." ”

The old man put down his crutches and sat on the chair, he snatched the book in Feng Xuyan's hand, and then stroked it a few times in distress, Feng Xuyan said: "Old man Yin, it's too much, I'll turn it over gently." ”

The old man chewed what Feng Xuyan said just now, and he naturally knew that those were not true.

The old man's real name is Yin Xiaojuan, but the word "small" makes him have no deterrent, so he erases the word in the middle, most of the people in the Demon Association call him Grandpa Yin, and his high rank is one of them, and the second is the sentence "his grandma's" that he often hangs on his lips, looking at the foul-tempered little old man in front of him, Feng Xuyan suddenly felt sour.

Yin Juan got up and approached the counter, and he took out an old silver-edged letter of entrustment from the counter drawer.

"Level three, or the highest level, the client is a middle-aged woman, and the letter says that every twelve o'clock in the night, there is a faint sound of water running in her bedroom, and after a minute of the sound of water, the ceiling where her bed is located begins to drip......"

"Is it possible that there is a water pipe buried in the ceiling, such as one connected to the bathhouse? ”

The association thought that even the sound of the water was suspected to be caused by the pipeline, because the association went to her house to check, and there was no demon or ghost breath, so the team members at that time judged that those phenomena were caused by her inner fantasies, and the reason for the judgment was that when she checked it the next day, she found that the sheets and quilt covers were dry. ”

A few days later, she found the association with a pale face, saying that the ceiling was no longer dripping, but the water droplets were connected into a line and hung on the top of the ceiling, but this was not the most frightening for her, she said that a minute later she heard the little girl's cry, the cry was very miserable, crying for a while, it seemed that she was tired of crying, the crying was finally gone, but after the crying disappeared, the ceiling began to make a sound similar to swallowing food, the sound was very cold, and then, the ceiling appeared a clump of black grass, no, not grass, it was hair, a lot of hair, clumps of hair came out of the ceiling, hair swam like a stream of water, the swimming hair comes together, and finally forms a black stalactite, the bottom end of the stalactite points to the head of the middle-aged woman, where the middle-aged woman moves, where it follows, the sound in the hair: play together!"

Feng Xuyan's eyes flashed, Yin Juan keenly caught it, his heart jumped, and he found that he unconsciously sympathized with the ghost.

"I took the commission. ”

Feng Xuyan shook the letter of entrustment, Yin Juan poured a glass of water, maybe he was thirsty after talking too much, but the tea poured out of the teapot had changed color, so he had to lick his lips and put the teapot down.

"The association has sent commissions at all major news points, so this time there will be a few peers competing with you for credit points and rewards. Yin Juan reminded.

Feng Xuyan's eyes narrowed, the hand holding the entrustment letter paused, a momentum suddenly erupted, Yin Juan coughed violently, Feng Xuyan saw this and hurriedly suppressed the aura, "Old man, let them give up the entrustment." ”

"I can't help it. Yin Juan patted his chest to calm the cough, and his thin body was like dead wood.

"In that case, I can only get the ghost in my way before they do. Feng Xuyan got up and said.

Yin Juan stared at Feng Xuyan with bright eyes, he couldn't understand why Feng Xuyan was in such a hurry, but he wouldn't ask, because Feng Xuyan didn't plan to say it.

"In that case, I won't send it. Yin Juan coughed a few more times, Feng Xuyan frowned, the sourness in his heart became heavier and heavier, and he had a bad premonition.

Walking to the door of the attic, Xiao Ting stood next to Feng Xuyan, Yin Juan waved at him, although Xiao Ting was surprised, he still sincerely said goodbye to grandpa.

Feng Xuyan was silent, Yin Juan didn't mean to say goodbye to him, he said slowly: "You haven't been home for many years, do you remember what your home looks like? You won't even forget how to go, right?"

"What do you say? It's not like you don't know that I can't go back. Feng Xuyan asked.

Yin Juan smiled: "When people are old, they are actually verbose, in fact, I am homesick." ”

"I really want to......" Feng Xuyan said, he turned around, listened to follow, walked a few steps, he stopped: "After I finish writing, I will help you publish, if you want to do anything as soon as possible, don't leave ......"

Yin Juan waved his hand: "I know, why are you also verbose, his grandmother's, hurry up and roll the calf for me, his grandmother's, disturb me one day!"

Feng Xuyan walked out of the door, and Yin Juan looked behind him, the dim light flickering.

"His grandma's, go to his grandma's!"

"His grandma's, go to his grandma's!"

Xiao Ting looked at Feng Xuyan, Feng Xuyan looked at the wires outside the attic, Yin Juan suddenly smiled, Feng Xuyan didn't turn around: "It's finally a tacit understanding......

"His grandmother's, annoying. ”

Yin Juan walked towards the second floor on crutches.

The dim lights were turned off.

The old man coughed slightly.

On the second floor, the oil lamp is lit, a few wisps of light smoke float, books are flipped, and the tip of the pen touches the paper.

Walking on the road, Feng Xuyan finally looked back at the small two-story attic, the small attic stood in the narrow alley, and the alley was between the crowded high-rise buildings.

The roof of the attic with a crescent moon hanging.

Feng Xuyan bowed to the small attic, Xiao Ting also bent down, a white dove suddenly stopped on the top of the attic to look, Feng Xuyan straightened up: "Good night......"

The oil lamp on the second floor of the attic was extinguished, and the small attic was already old, and now it was completely impossible to see.

……

"His grandmother's, surnamed Feng, who are you? You can even have a tie with me!"

"I want to write a book and publish it, and although they all say that I am not educated enough, I told me when I closed my eyes that I must help him fulfill his wish. ”

"How can this be reasonable, it was rejected again!"

"Ahh

"The surname is Feng, you are right, they are right, I am really only suitable for holding a knife. ”

"That piece of meat is mine! Surnamed Feng, take your claws away, hum!

"His grandmother, why aren't you old? It's really enviable, no! Why don't you respect the elderly at all, and actually grab snacks with the elderly. ”

"Hey, the surname Feng, good night!"

"Well, good night......"