It's a strange feeling that the straight and lively streets are full of wandering strangers. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Yin Xiaoshen opened his eyes and found himself sitting at a noodle stall in front of his house. Nuoda's noodle stall is the only one sitting alone at a table.

"Girl, your face is ready." The stall owner put the noodles on his hand with a faint smile.

Yin Xiaoshen was stunned for a moment and raised his head: "I don't like green onions." ”

The stall owner's face does not change color and picks out green onions.

"I should have said, I don't want soy sauce."

The stall owner threw a spoonful of soup into the pot, which was already diluted.

"Don't want shrimp either." Yin Xiaoshen insisted.

The stall owner thought for a moment and scooped out the dough and put it in another bowl. The bowl in his hand was full of noodle soup with dried shrimp floating in his hand.

Yin Xiaoshen smiled, picked up his chopsticks and prepared to eat dry noodles.

The stall owner poured out the bowl full of noodle soup. Slapped on the table, with a faint smile: "Settle the money first." ”

Yin Xiaoshen remembered that he didn't have silver taels on him, but behind him was his own home.

"I'll go back and get it for you." When you get up, the hem of your skirt hangs on the stool. The stool rolled silently into the street.

Yin Xiaoshen, who was walking towards the door, didn't notice this abnormality.

I only walked towards the door of my house, and the doorknob was still rusted for years. Before my hand touched the doorknob, I heard a voice behind me asking from a high place: "Girl, how to go to Changhu." ”

Yin Xiaoshen turned around: "Go straight and turn right...... You ......"

How is it so familiar?

Yin Xiaoshen looked at the man in front of him sitting on his horse. It is a handsome and dignified, high-spirited young man.

Suppress the trace of strangeness in your heart. Yin Xiaoshen turned around, grabbed his door bolt and pushed it gently.

Stopped.

Is there something wrong?

Yin Xiaoshen asked himself in his heart.

She turned back and slowly turned to look at the handsome young man: "Why doesn't your horse have a sound?" ”

Yin Xiaoshen remembered very well that the door of his house was in disrepair, and there was a harsh sound like scraping iron when he went in and out.

How is this door so quiet?

In the distance, she saw the stall owner picking up the stool she had just sat on on the street.

When did the stool roll down, and why didn't I notice it?

The young man was still smiling: "Girl, you just need to tell me how to go." ”

Yin Xiaoshen felt as if everything around him was wrong. I don't seem to be able to hear anything other than talking.

"Go straight and turn right to Long Lake."

Yin Xiaoshen stared at the young man tightly.

The boy raised his whip, and the horse sped away.

Yin Xiaoshen was indescribably surprised, and there was no sound. There was no whipping, no hooves stomping on the ground.

Over there, the stall owner greeted from afar: "Don't be stunned, girl, come and eat noodles." ”

Yin Xiaoshen looked at his door and resolutely walked in from the door.

Compared to that strange stall, I still feel more at ease at home.

It's still a familiar yard in my memory.

But I haven't been home for a long time.

Since marrying another woman, she has been trampled on by her husband's family every day, and she dares to go home embarrassed.

What about the mother?

The yard was quiet.

"Mother?" Yin Xiaoshen was a little inexplicably empty, but there was no one.

Suddenly, two shouts came from outside the courtyard: "Girl? Girl? ”

Yin Xiaoshen went out.

Outside the door, the handsome young man rode a tall horse: "Girl, how do you go to Changhu?" ”

Yin Xiaoshen stared at him tightly and did not answer. This is the boy just now.

The young man asked seven or eight more questions.

Finally, the boy laughed: "You are really not fun at all, according to normal practice, you should not answer my questions or invite you in." What do we meet? Hey, that's how I met my wife back then......"

Yin Xiaoshen finally opened his mouth to interrupt him: "This is not my home, where is this?" Where am I? Why...... I can't remember. ”

The young man was stunned: "You haven't woken up yet." ”

Then he looked at her with a slightly pitying gaze: "You're dead." ”

Cloudy day thunderbolt. Yin Xiaoshen couldn't believe it: "What did you say? ”

The young man laughed twice, raised his hand and looked into the distance: "Every ghost here here only does what he loves every day, I won't tell you, I'm going to Changhu." When I was still alive, I met my wife on the way to Changhu. You're not her after all, how could you say the same thing to her. I'm so stupid. I really don't know when I'll meet her again. After all, I came here before her, and she said that she might live to be seventy or eighty, and I wondered if I would recognize her when she came down. But I'm going to wait for her anyway. I didn't say it to you. The young man rode away, and at the end of the street, Yin Xiaoshen clearly saw that the young man turned a corner and turned back to another road, and so on.

Dead? Yin Xiaoshen stood stupidly.

No wonder, I don't feel any fear. It's just that it feels hollow inexplicably.

Yin Xiaoshen touched his body, feeling very soft but not warm.

I can't even find the location of the heart.

Yin Xiaoshen sat down on the noodle stall again, only to discover the details that Fang had not noticed.

The boss's noodles were served straight out of the pot, and there was nothing in the pot except a pot of soup.

There was a fire burning under the stove, but the soup in the pot was calm as usual, and there was not a trace of smoke.

The boss coldly put Fang Cai's dry noodles in front of her: "Why are you so unruly, you are so discredited in the world, and you don't even give you a tall?" ”

Yin Xiaoshen said: "You...... How long have you been setting up a stall here. ”

The boss said, "Forty or fifty years...... Or four or five hundred years ......? No matter what you do, when you come to eat noodles, you must abide by the rules of the world and give money. ”

Yin Xiaoshen continued: "What are the rules of the world that they are still abiding by when they are all dead? Isn't this self-deception? ”

The boss sighed, "It's boring." ”

Yin Xiaoshen "......"

Yin Xiaoshen's hollowness in her heart became more and more intense, and she knew that if she was alive, she would definitely want to cry at this moment.

For some reason, time seems to be eternal.

She looked around, and everyone was busy with their own business, most of them clinging to the rules of the world or doing what they could still recall in their remaining memories. It's like that young man, who only remembers to meet his mother, and keeps going back and forth.

The owner of the noodle stall always remembered that he was a noodle seller. You can't eat that noodle at all, and when you eat it, it spreads out like air.

No wonder it's so quiet, everything here is not a living thing, nothing is a real thing.

Who made these things that are almost phantom but have a sense of reality?

I asked several ghosts standing on the street, but they all said they didn't know.

What's even more weird is that this house and street are obviously the style of his hometown in Yin Xiaoshen's opinion, and he asked a few people who said that this was his hometown, and asked each other how they died in their hometown.

It seems that everyone who sees the same thing will see it as something familiar to them.

What's even more exaggerated is that there is a big man who always sneers at the owner of the noodle stall with dementia.

A few clever ghosts guessed that eighty percent of the big men somehow saw the boss as a familiar person. And it must be a woman......