After a preliminary understanding of this day, Song Liangyu knew a touching fact, the average age of the residents in the novice village is about twenty, and there are almost no people over thirty years old, just take Coco, this guy was twenty-nine years old when he died, and it has been three or four years since he crossed over, and Tema is twenty-nine, in a sense, this is completely equivalent to immortality. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Time has indeed passed, but age has not increased.

This is a good thing for Song Liangyu, and of course, it is also a bad thing.

Because he didn't know at all that some women living here with a pretty and tender face would be old women in their seventies and eighties, Song Liangyu knew that with his fine and delicate facial features, if he accidentally got inextricably linked with these women, what kind of poignant picture would it be, and he was now finally able to understand that those young women living in the villa area looked like they were only in their early twenties, but they were able to play a good Tai Chi.

The novice village is still lively at night, with people coming and going, lights and night markets on both sides.

This can't help but remind Song Liangyu of Aunt Huang's words, the day doesn't understand the darkness of the night, who dares to say that the life of a night owl is not colorful enough? Song Liangyu shuttled through the crowd as an ordinary person, not noticed by anyone, not noticed by anyone, even though he thought that he was exuding the aura of a tyrant to the greatest extent along the way, but unfortunately no one around was impressed by his aura of tyrant.

The young people ate what they should eat, talked about what they should have talked about, and they didn't even look at him more.

Song Liangyu saw that there was fried rice sold in the night market, as well as beer, and the words 'drunken dream and death wine' were posted on the dark green wine bottle, in fact, it was just a change of label, and it was like a bird like Snow Yanjing, but I just didn't know how it tasted, Song Liangyu didn't like to drink, since he was a child, he was a friend who died no matter how much he died, and he couldn't persuade him to take a sip, this was a death order given by Song Liangyu to himself.

Smoke does not drink, drinking alcohol does not smoke, but there is no necessary connection.

Of course, there is nothing worth pondering, he is a person who doesn't even have a driver's license, and not drinking has never been because of the problem of driving, besides, he can't even afford a car, okay, his early family conditions are not bad, his parents are both working, and finally when he was two or three years old, his parents suddenly divorced, and he became one of the members of many single-parent families, thanks to his grandmother who lived in the countryside since he was a child, and listened to a general idea from his grandmother.

After his parents divorced, he was awarded to the man, and since then he has witnessed every truth his grandmother has ever said.

He loves to drink, he can't quit to that extent, day and night, he is drinking at any time, and he can't stop drinking, when he is drunk, he talks spasmally, and you say that he can't understand at all, and the wine is still poor, a person in his forties and fifties stands on the window to pee after being drunk, and sends the real estate certificate to those drinking friends who have only one side, when talking to Song Liangyu, as long as Song Liangyu dares to pretend not to hear, splitting his head and covering his face is a beating.

Song Liangyu was afraid that he would become like that when he was drunk, he insisted on not drinking all his life, even if it was beer, he had never drunk more than one glass, when he didn't want to drink, the king of heaven couldn't persuade him, sometimes his friends would ridicule him and not give face, every time he heard this kind of words, Song Liangyu would treat him in the way of others.

I said I wouldn't drink it, and you kept persuading me, did you give me face?

Well, it's a sad story, let's get down to business.

Song Liangyu had the urge to get drunk for the first time today, so he took out a black dimensional coin with a denomination of two hundred and five denominations from the sack, handed it to the young night market owner, fried a box of egg rice, and then roasted two strings of chicken butts and six or seven chicken feet, and asked for two bottles of wine for the first time, because the boss's family had no change, this simple meal, it cost Song Liangyu a full two hundred and fifty yuan, Song Liangyu is a thrifty man, and he does not allow tipping incidents to happen, so he and the young boss are deadlocked, and finally the boss compromises, with a box of cigarettes for Song Liangyu.

Cigarettes are a good thing, smoking hurts the lungs, but not smoking, but it hurts the heart.

So, Song Liangyu carried a lunch box and a cigarette, and walked towards the novice avenue with satisfaction.

The so-called Novice Avenue 38 Building, in fact, is a civilian area, can also be called a slum area, because the people who live here are all people who sit and eat with 2.5 million, some people are already satisfied, and some people are always ready to move, Song Liangyu is the latter, because he found the main reason for him to adhere to his ideals and continue to struggle, if it were not for the appearance of Eleven Niang, it is estimated that he would be like most of the traversers who can't get out of the novice village, eating and waiting for death for a lifetime.

In short, Eleven Niang gave him enough motivation.

It also gave him a general strategy for future planning.

After Song Liangyu crossed over, he could be regarded as living two lives alone, and this time he just wanted to live with Eleven Niang, two people, for a lifetime.

Song Liangyu, who was walking towards Building 38 2B, was thinking about things in his heart and didn't pay attention to the front, so he was suddenly bumped into by someone.

He looked up and saw that it was an old man with a lantern in his hand.

There are lanterns at night, and there are street lamps and flashlights in our modern times, and the lanterns have long been outdated, so Song Liangyu felt that it was quite fresh, so he took a closer look.

The old man with the lantern scolded him: "I'm blind, and you're blind too?" ”

Song Liangyu heard this, stood up and shook his hand in front of the old man's eyes.

He's blind.

Song Liangyu slandered in his heart: Since you can't see it, why do you still make a lantern?

As if hearing his heart, the old man bypassed Song Liangyu and continued to walk forward, saying as he walked: "A blind man is holding a lantern at night, and he is afraid that others will bump into him. ”

Song Liangyu smashed his fist on the palm of his hand and muttered, "It makes sense." ”

Then he howled at the old man's back: "Old man, I'm sorry, I was thinking about things just now." ”

The old man ignored him and slowly disappeared.

He didn't react at all, it was all a novice village of young people, why there was a skinny old blind man.

Song Liangyu was hit by this, and he came back to his senses, but he was afraid that the more he thought about it, the more stubborn he became, and finally got into the tip of the horn and couldn't pull it out, he shook his head, hummed a little tune, and counted the first small bungalow on Novice Avenue one by one, and when he counted to the thirty-eighth building, he saw two house numbers, 1B on the left, 2B on the right, Song Liangyu guessed that most of the 1B residents were neighbors.

He inserted the key into the security door of 2B, and after twisting it several times, the door opened.

Song Liangyu carried the sack and swaggered in, the room was dark, he habitually touched the side of the door, as if looking for a switch, hey, he was really blindfolded, he gently pressed the button, and hundreds of oil lamps suddenly lit up in the room, reflecting every corner of the room in a red light.

Song Liangyu pressed the button again, hundreds of oil lamps went out, and the room became invisible again.

Well, Song Liangyu knew, there was no electricity in the room, and it was an oil lamp that was illuminated, and it seemed that these oil lamps probably had a story or two, he didn't delve into it, turned on the switch, lit the oil lamp, walked in with the sack, and closed the door with his hand.

The area of a bungalow is not large, and there is a neighbor who shares a piece of the pie with himself, so the area where he can move freely is very narrow, and in a minute, he will see the nest where he will live in the future, one bedroom and one living room, and there is a small place that can be called a bathroom, except for a bed with a futon, there is nothing in the room, and the living room is surrounded by four walls, but fortunately, there is a snow-white fluffy blanket on the ground, which is very clean.

Song Liangyu lay on the carpet with his eyes closed and let out a long breath.

Just as Song Liangyu was taking a rare breath, the door of the room suddenly closed automatically, and there was a bang.

Song Liangyu turned his head to look, there was no wind in this room.

In confusion, the door of the room automatically opened slowly, Song Liangyu stared, and the door of the room slammed shut again.

"Haunted, is this?"

As soon as the words fell.

Song Liangyu saw a woman resembling a ghost, floating in front of the door of the room, looking at him respectfully.