"Jiang Yao, Jiang Yao......" Jiang Yao returned to the front yard, lowered his head and wiped the urine on his crotch, and heard the greeting of Ankang from afar.

"It's coming, it's coming, don't scream at night." Jiang Yao looked at the table of three people a little impatiently, put on his pants and hurried over.

"Did you fall off the toilet? Or are you drinking? Deliberately hiding from our brothers? Ankang took a bottle of beer and rambled at Jiang Yao.

Jiang Yao was even more impatient, and covered his urinating hand on Ankang's fat mouth.

"Did you really fall off the toilet? The commotion is dead. An Kang took his hand away and pushed Jiang Yao away with disgust.

"Hahaha, you guys drink, I need to eat something." Jiang Yao saw that the fat man couldn't eat because he was disgusted, his mood suddenly improved, and he picked up the freshly baked kidneys and put them in his mouth.

The chewable Zhengxiang, at a glance in the direction of the oblique body, is really a tall man who pretends to be a ghost on the edge of the dark pit and scares himself.

"Hey, aren't you eating? What do you see? Can you drink well? Shan Hang looked at Jiang Yao, who was holding his waist and was distracted, and couldn't help but interrupt.

And the man not far away smiled at Jiang Yao, and on his long face, two dimples were instantly exposed.

"It's my fault today, I went to the toilet for a long time, come, I'll make amends to my brothers." Jiang Yao deliberately said loudly to the long-faced man who was looking at him obliquely.

The three of them didn't deal with each other, but they still raised their wine glasses, blowing as much as they could, and drinking as hard as they could. After drinking, Jiang Yao slammed the wine bottle in his hand, slammed it directly on the table, picked up a string of leeks and put it in his mouth.

"Brother Yao, there is resentment in your words. How many of our brothers can't stand you? Ankang asked cautiously, and Shan Hang had already changed his face a little.

"Nope." Jiang Yao called out a mouth full of leeks, his eyes flashed, the three of them understood and stopped talking, followed and looked, the man on the opposite table occupied a table, calmly drinking the wine in the cup and eating the dishes on the plate.

It's just that on this sullen night at the intersection of summer and autumn, and I drank a little wine, this pair of middle-aged men in white coats, black trousers, cloth shoes and socks are really freaks in the eyes of this youthful college student.

"Brother Yao, what kind of grievances do you have with this old antique, but you are not angry." An Kang removed the wine bottle on the table, leaned into Jiang Yao's ear and whispered.

Jiang Yao was also aggrieved and explained the ins and outs of the matter.

Shan Hang slapped the table and got up to get his brother back to the scene.

Although Jiang Yao is angry, he can't do that, after all, he is an adult, and when he goes out, he has long been familiar with his old father's routine of not being able to cause trouble when he goes out, and if he has to be careful when he does things, he is familiar with it. I thought that it would be over if I endured it, not to mention that it wasn't a big deal, at most, it was just my temper through the strength of wine.

But when Jiang Yao stretched out his hand to stop the single flight, the long-faced man took the lead in passing through the crowd back and forth, walked over with a half-sized cup full of liquor, came to Jiang Yao and said: "Little brother, I was offended just now, I was really presumptuous, don't take it to heart." ”

After the man finished speaking, he drank all the wine in the cup.

Jiang Yao thought to himself that a man who was a round older than me was willing to lower his head, and if he continued to care about it, it would be his own unreasonable trouble. Jiang Yao pinched his thigh, so that the effect of alcohol was reduced from the pain, and then he got up and picked up a large draft beer glass and poured it full of beer, and said in one gulp: "I also drank a little too much, and my temper is up, brother, don't mind, it's over." ”

The man smiled, dimpled on his face and said, "It's okay if you don't care, go back early after eating, I still have to listen to my words." ”

"Hear, hear." Jiang Yao nodded again and again, but he really didn't take it to heart.

The man shook his head slightly, sighed softly, and turned to leave.

"Okay, Brother Yao is very good at doing things." An Kang hurriedly licked and gave Jiang Yao another glass.

The little broken thing passed, no one cared, Jiang Yao felt comfortable, and let the two of them pour themselves out. And although Gu Shutong can't drink it, under the calculation of these two people, he drinks seven meat and eight vegetables.

Jiang Yao and Shutong were drunk and unconscious, but Shan Hang and Ankang were just wet over the ground. It was difficult to go back to school, so Shan Hang found a small hotel on the street.

In order to take care of him, Shan Hang and Jiang Yao together, Ankang accompanied Gu Shutong.

Jiang Yao drank too much and his stomach was too distended, so when he returned to the hotel, he hugged the toilet and vomited, and after he vomited it clean, he snored when he turned his head down.

Shan Hang paid attention to brushing his teeth, washing his face and taking a bath before he was willing to go to bed. It didn't take long for the two of them to snore quite loudly.

It's just that Jiang Yao woke up again in a stomachache at night, holding his striking stomach and turning over and over on the bed. I finally insisted on getting up to take a cup of hot water that I had sat down before the single voyage, but I heard a faint sound of footsteps in front of the nearby window, and the footsteps were accompanied by a crisp bell.

Jiang Yao was even more puzzled, although there would be some college student activities in the village at night, this sound was very strange to hear in the middle of the night.

Jiang Yao lifted the curtains and looked at the window, thinking that the street at one o'clock in the morning was pitch black, but he saw a golden carriage, as bright as this, illuminating half of the long street between the villages. It's just that Jiang Yao rubbed his eyes again, and looked at it incredibly, the carriage was actually made of gold paper, and it was a paper man with light makeup on the car driving slowly. After the carriage, there were some bits and pieces of paper money left on the road, Jiang Yao looked in the direction where the paper car came, and couldn't see where the paper money came from.

Looking at the subtleties, the paper car happened to pass under Jiang Yao's window, Jiang Yao stretched out his neck for a few points, and saw it more realistically: the carriage was pulling gold ingots, silver ingots, cash trees, cornucopias, boys and girls......

Jiang Yao looked at it amazingly, and remembered the coiled cart that the older generation mentioned after tea and dinner to deliver objects to the dead, and thought in his heart, this is exactly the case.

Jiang Yao was shocked, and then remembered to forget what his grandmother said not to look outside in the middle of the night, and hurriedly withdrew his neck and closed the curtains.

But at this moment, Shan Hang opened his hazy eyes, turned on the lights in the room and asked, "Jiang Yao, you don't sleep at night, what are you looking at?" ”

In this way, he turned on the lights and spoke, and suddenly disturbed the paper man who was driving as if there was nothing to do, and the paper man drove the car to a sudden stop, twisting the neck of the paper paste as if he had found a voyeur, and looking at Jiang Yao beside the bed with empty eyes.

Jiang Yao never had time to answer Shan Hang's ordinary but fatal question, and he didn't even have a chance to struggle back. In this way, under the empty eyes, his body became hollow like it, and his three souls and seven spirits were all taken away in an instant by this mysterious look.

The spirit was separated from the flesh, and the body stiffened its neck and lay in front of the window, but the soul involuntarily fell into the carriage downstairs.

Jiang Yao knew that the rumors were terrible, and tried his best to break free, but he was trapped in this car full of treasures in the underworld like a mud cow in the sea and couldn't move.

Seeing Jiang Yao trapped in the car, the paper man turned his head and glanced at Jiang Yao with satisfaction.

And Jiang Yao looked at the miserable white round face, with a heavy blush, a handful of small bangs gathered on his forehead, and his smile was as stiff as white paper, very ambiguous.

The paper man and Jiang Yao looked at each other briefly, then turned his head, waved his fragile arm, and drove the carriage again, clanging forward, still scattering fragments of paper money behind the car.

The carriage walked forward, wanting to get down, but Jiang Yao was no longer able to break free from the invisible shackles of the carriage......