After eating and drinking, Jiang You took Fang Wensong back to the worm house.

The drizzle fell on the bluestone road, and the red and yellow flowers in the flower beds became more and more vivid and intense after being washed by the rain. "Your yard, okay." Fang Wensong sighed.

Jiang You closed the door of the courtyard.

He turned around, "All the money I have earned in the past two years has been spent on this." ”

"It's going to take a lot of thought just to get these flowers, right?"

"Yes."

Jiang You took Fang Wensong around the courtyard.

Flower beds are cleverly scattered throughout the yard.

The small pond, full of life, has three pomegranate trees with small flowers and bones......

A fragrance combined with the rain entered Fang Wensong's nose, and he looked up and saw the camphor tree on the edge of the building.

"Come in and sit down." Jiang lobbied.

Fang Wensong followed Jiang You up the steps, and he raised his head and saw two big golden characters on the plaque above the door of the store - Worm House.

"Worm House," Fang Wensong read out, "Does this word have any meaning?" ”

Jiang You put down the umbrella, he found the key, opened the door of the store, and said, "It's the worm house." ”

Fang Wensong followed Jiang You into the store.

Clean.

The shelves of long tables and chairs are not neatly arranged, but the store is very close, and there seems to be no dust at all. He subconsciously walked to the shelves and looked at the postcards on them.

"Take a few if you like," Jiang You put the satchel on the long table, and he asked, "What do you want to drink?" ”

"I'll just drink some water."

"Then I'll just make some tea."

Jiang You walked into the kitchen. A few minutes later, when he walked to the long table with a teacup, Fang Wensong had already picked out three postcards and sat down.

After Jiang You sat down, he pulled the sorting box with pens and seals in front of Fang Wensong, "Do you want to write something?" ”

"Do you want to write?"

"Those who will buy postcards from me, they write a paragraph, most of them are written to their future selves," Jiang You reached out and picked up a postcard, the reverse side of the postcard is a watercolor painting, painting the spring scene, "These written words record some emotions, hope and determination to recall, and so on." ”

Fang Wensong took a sip of tea.

These words written to myself are very secretive, with their own codes and passwords, these emotions are like small insects, living and multiplying in places that people can't see, most of the time they are not seen, but they are real and have its important significance. I put these emotions in place, and then on the appointed day, I returned them to its owner. ”

"So it's called a bughouse?" Fang Wensong asked.

"Probably."

"I can't see that you're quite literary."

"The shop on Culture Street sells this kind of petty bourgeoisie," Jiang You took out the postcard from the packaging bag, put it face up in front of Fang Wensong, and then took out a black pen from the sorting box and pressed it on the postcard, "Write something, it's coming." ”

"It sounds like a tourist attraction."

"It's not that I said, the average attraction is really not as good as my place."

Fang Wensong picked up the pen, he hesitated, and in the end he didn't write anything, just drew a little girl with a bright smile on it.

Jiang You glanced at it, "Eh, you're very professional in painting, have you learned?" ”

"No, it's a blind drawing."

He put the postcard in the envelope, and when he was about to stuff it back into the bag, Jiang You said, "I'll get you a stamp." ”

Saying that, Jiang You stood up and took a stamp from the counter.

After Fang Wensong glued the stamp to the envelope, he asked, "Where is the bathroom?" ”

"Upstairs," Jiang You pointed to the stairs, "You'll see it when you go up." ”

"Okay."

Fang Wensong's footsteps gradually became smaller.

Traces of black smoke floated out of the satchel, gradually turning into a human form, and sat down where Fang Wensong had been sitting before.

Gu Yao reached out for the envelope, her hand passed through, she couldn't hold anything, she couldn't touch anything, she wasn't even sitting, she just floated in the air in a sitting posture.

Gu Yao lowered her head and asked, "Are you going to let us meet now?" ”

"Wait a little longer," Jiang You reached out and took out a cigarette from his satchel and lit it, "I like to be slow, every business is done steadily." ”

"You didn't have that attitude yesterday."

"It also depends on the situation," Jiang You lay on the table, he looked at Gu Yao, "It's like a busy year, I finally took a vacation, I took a plane for seven or eight hours, economy class, and my back hurt, and I finally arrived on the island, and tossed for an hour or two to take the car to the hotel, check in, and finally lie on the beach, drink some drinks, look at the blue sky and sea, and listen to the sound of the waves, at this time, a phone call tells you that work is coming, what do you think?" ”

Gu Yao was persuaded, she said, "I'm sorry. ”

At this time, Fang Wensong walked down the stairs, he walked to the opposite side of Jiang You, pulled out a chair and sat down.

Gu Yao floated to the side.

Fang Wensong took a sip of half-warm tea, he looked at the courtyard outside the store, "You are really a world of your own here, I used to plant spider plants on the balcony, Yueji, Margarita chrysanthemum, a lot, and a few pots of succulents, but then I really couldn't take care of it, I didn't water it for a summer, and they all died." ”

"Get an automatic watering device, connect it to the faucet, and you can water it regularly as many times a day."

"There's such a device?"

"It's sold on Taobao, it's not expensive."

Fang Wensong took out his mobile phone and searched for it, "Sure enough, there is, good thing." ”

"yes."

Gu Yao looked at Fang Wensong, she reached out to touch his face, she had done this many times, every time she ...... It's touched, it's hot......

Fang Wensong turned his head in surprise, he saw Gu Yao who was also surprised.

Jiang You stood up, he walked out slowly, and the door closed behind him.

He sat down on the steps and took a puff on his cigarette.

Through the smoke, the rain became more and more hazy.

……

More than twenty minutes later, the door of the store was pushed open, Gu Yao walked out, and then she carefully closed the door again.

Jiang You asked, "Finished?" ”

Gu Yao walked up to him and sat down with his knees hugged, "He's still sleeping." ”

"Let him sleep for a while." Jiang You turned his head to look at her, "After you died, did anything happen?" ”

"What?"

"For four years, you have maintained your rationality, you have not become a ghost, you are not afraid of the sun, and that bead seems to be a little sensitive to you."

"It's a little girl."

"What kind?"

"At first, I didn't know that I was dead, and I couldn't remember who I was," Gu Yao recalled, "Later, I saw a little girl, she pulled me and asked me to play with her, I don't know how long later, she said she wanted to give me something, and then I suddenly remembered who I was." ”

"What about the little girl?" Jiang You asked.

"I didn't see it again, it's just, it's just that I lose consciousness from time to time, probably falling into a deep sleep, and then it will be a long time before I can wake up again......"