Chapter 160: Here, It Used to Be ......

The green starry light on the ground caught Rongdi's eyeballs, the green light emitted by the powder of the smashed beer bottle and the light of the street lamp. It's really dirty, the roads are pretty dilapidated, and everyone can tell that it's been a long time since it's been cared for.

It's never night here, at least that's what the door sign at the entrance of the alley says.

Rongdi came back from this and came with his family to the night sky, but it had become quite old, and the house that was two or three stories tall at that time was now very low in the view of other tall buildings.

It's not as glorious as it used to be.

Rong Di looked up and saw that the old burglar-proof window on the second floor had also become rusty, and as a worthy balustrade, the window plant (it should be a creeper) was so verdant. Plants are really tenacious, but cities (or streets) are far less alive.

At that time, the fashionable tattoo parlors had long since closed their doors, and the billboards outside were white, and by the way, so were its signs, which were no longer as bright as they used to be, and the imprint left by the sun after a long period of exposure to the sun was detached from the bright white. The red paper with the word "transfer" written on it on the wall of the shop also turned white......

In my memory, the small shops on the first, second, and third streets were almost all closed, and in addition to the thick dust on the roller shutters, there was an extra layer of rust that was close to red. By the way, there is also a rectangular sticker on the roller shutter door, which is a small advertisement, which is written about the roller shutter industry, as well as their phone number. They were also covered in dust, though, but one was new.

At the entrance to the alley, there were several fashionably dressed women with makeup on their faces staring at every man who passed by. That's the street girl......

The only thing that is still open is a few small warehouses that are online stores, as well as two clothing stores and a shoe store. The owner of the clothing store is using his fluent Cantonese Mandarin to communicate with customers without any obstacles, and it is estimated that the people who stay here are locals.

……

There used to be so many people here...... Now it is quietly located in the corner of the city in obscurity. Nightless is still alive, but it's old, and it's aging very fast.

It is no longer prosperous and lively, only dilapidated and desolate after the prosperity, it is quietly located in the corner of the city, silent like an old man. It stared at the pedestrian street in the distance, as if to say, "In the past, we were the same."

The prosperity of the past, the desolation of the present, there is really nothing that can stand the test of time.

A lot of things don't end up being what we thought they we'd like to be, and that's what happened here.

The name of the street still never sleeps, but even in the daytime, there are few people walking on the street.

"Up front is a former video store...... Grandma said, pointing to a small shop that has closed its doors. The sign of the small shop is the Lung Kee Video Store, but this sign is full of dust.

"I remember here, my grandmother and I just had ......supper," he said, Rong Di looked up at the signboard of the shop, "Huazhou sugar water?" ”

"We're here for a late-night snack." Grandma said, "But I don't know how many people have opened the shop here."

Hongyi silently hugged Xiaohuo and followed behind the grandfather and grandson, although she didn't understand well, she knew that the topic they were discussing was not very happy. She sensibly didn't interject and listened quietly.

"I used to buy FC game cartridges here, but now it's closed." Grandma continued to talk about the previous events of this street.

She said a lot of things here, such as the story of someone gambling here and being taken to the police in the past, as well as the fire here and even the story of the owner of the Hong Kong store being killed for gambling, etc.

Sometimes it's a pleasure to listen to the elders talk about those things in the past, but now that the communication function is developed, the communication between people has become worse. Young people are always looking at their phones, not even putting them down when eating...... Rong Di suddenly remembered the old era he had been in yesterday, where there were no bowing clans. It feels really good......

"Never sleeps......" Rong Di looked at this old street and couldn't help but say: "It's really necessary to cherish the present......"

"Shall we eat here then?" Grandma knew that this was impossible but still asked, she seemed a little melancholy, "After you left, this place has changed a lot......"

"yes......"

Rong Di looked around, almost all of them were closed shops, which was completely different from the supper here "yesterday......

Looking up at the sky, the stars of "yesterday" didn't know where to hide, and the night sky was dark and oppressive, without a single star, which couldn't help but make people feel a little depressed.

Nine babies and their old places revisited, is this also the feeling?

Thinking like this, Rong Di said melancholy: "Grandma Hongyi, let's go eat somewhere else."

…… The trio and the "dog" crossed what is now a very secluded trail. The road is almost unmaintained. Before the delivery people rode through the streets on electric cars, it was almost unnoticed. At least, that's what Grandma said.

Rongdi and the others came to a street where they almost bought mobile phones, and the speakers in front of the store kept replaying the functions and prices of the latest pro-mobile phones.

At the end of the street is a supper club, and just like the supper shop in "Yesterday", they also set up tables and chairs outside the door. Perhaps recalling "yesterday", Rongdi chose to have supper here.

Just like "yesterday", they still ordered a pot of shrimp porridge and three signature dishes.

"This seems to be the ...... of Chopping Horse Street" Rong Di recalled the incident "a few days ago", and couldn't help but say: "By the way, what is the name of this place now?"

"Ning'an Street." Grandma took a sip of tea and said with a smile.

"Why did you change your name?" Rongdi asked.

"yes, I want to know, too." Hongyi also said.

Grandma smiled and told a story-

At the time when the houses in this area were still mud brick houses, a boy came back from his grandmother's house and passed by.

At that time, there were not such cars, and everyone was used to going to bed early, so there was not so much noise. The boy was suddenly quiet, and when he arrived, there was no sound at all. Even the frogs in the pond not far away obediently closed their mouths and remained silent.

Grandma pointed to the street across from her and said, "It used to be a pond, and the frogs would always croak on summer nights."

The story continues –

The boy was frightened and frightened, and suddenly found that it was very cold, and his body seemed to be frozen, and he could not take a step. He didn't know how long it took, but he felt as if the ground was shaking, but he still couldn't move half a step, as if someone had immobilized him.

Slowly, the vibration frequency became more and more pronounced, and the boy's heart beat faster and faster as time passed.

"Tuk tuk tuk!"

The sound of horses' hooves came from in front of him, and his hair stood on end in fright. Then, what he saw made his heart pinch-

It was a horse, a horse made of paper. Only someone who dies in his family will buy this kind of thing and burn it as a burial object for the deceased.

The horse was overjoyed, and galloped all the way, and the heavy hooves of the horse stomped the boy's chest. The stomping of the paper horse directly caused him to faint, but fortunately, the three big sisters of a family living in the neighborhood heard his screams and took him back.

The next day, the boy went to the commissary to buy groceries and saw a white lantern hanging on the door of a family three houses separated from the commissary, and a paper horse on either side of the door.

He could tell at a glance that the paper horse that stepped on him yesterday was the one at the door!

……

Later, Chopping Horse Street was renamed to avoid bad luck. In fact, people who live in this area can often hear the sound of horses' hooves. Our custom here is to burn a paper horse for the deceased, so that the deceased can smoothly descend to that world. The horse was attached to the paper horse and ran down the street. Grandma said while drinking shrimp porridge: "So, now it is not allowed to burn paper horses, and even the name of the street has been changed."

"That horse is the war horse of a Taiping Heavenly Kingdom general." Hongyi wiped his mouth with a tissue, and at the same time threw the vegetables to Xiaohuo, and asked, "So, has the horse been overdone?"

"No, the horse is a Earthbound Spirit, and Mistress Trigi doesn't think it's a threat, so she doesn't care about it. It will not disappear until its obsession is gone. Grandma said.

"And what about it now? Is it still on this street? Rong Di took a sip of wine and asked.

"Estimated...... It was still wailing on a corner of the street...... "Grandma was eating, looking a little sad.

"By the way, what about the boy? What happened to him? Rongdi asked.

"He'......" Grandma smiled suddenly, "he was born to 'see', he lived in the Shirasawan Pavilion for a while after that incident, and I taught him how to distinguish what is and what is not. ”

Speaking of this, Grandma's smile became even stronger, "He's a police officer now." ”

"He, shouldn't he be ......" Rong Di remembered that he was afraid of his wife, and he had added special effects

G", the policeman was speechless for a while.

"It's Officer Cheng!" The red clothes suddenly realized.

Fate, it's really wonderful......

Since grandma told a ghost story, Rongdi felt that he should also tell grandma one.

He told a story he heard from his classmates when he was a child, that is, the grandfather of the same classmate was lost, his classmate and brother fell asleep during the vigil, and when he and his brother woke up, they saw their grandfather! Later, they had a fever!

However, although Rong Di has the talent to write stories, he does not have the talent for storytelling, and the story he tells is finished by him in a minute. He suddenly felt that he should apologize to Cheng Jiaju, because they both had no talent for storytelling.

……

Coming back from Ning'an Street, my grandmother stood at the gate of Bai Ze Pavilion, looking at this apartment that had experienced more than 100 years of ups and downs, and she suddenly said: "Grandson, I'll name you tomorrow."

The name she said was the name of the youkai, and it was meant to be carved into the soul.

Rong Di was surprised and delighted, and nodded happily. The red clothes are also happy for him!

Youkai with names will become stronger!

On the first night he went back, Rong Di was staying up late coding words, and he wrote down his experiences in the past world-

The past is always a beautiful thing, and the memories of family members can always leave memorable experiences in your past. Like the wind, without a trace, and like fireworks, leaving only a moment of brilliance in the dark. That moment is eternity. At least, that's how I feel.