At this time, Huang Xiaopo said: "I'll also talk about one." ”

Charlie Ba looked at Huang Xiaopo and said, "Is it as good as Guo Yuying for you to tell ghost stories?" ”

Huang Xiaopo said: "Of course...... My story. It's called the secret ...... on old photos."

Charlie Ba took a sip of wine and looked at Huang Xiaopo slowly......

Huang Xiaopo shouted: "Everyone be quiet." I'm starting to talk about it......"

Charlie said, "No one speaks......"

Huang Xiaopo was originally very close to Charlieba, Huang Xiaopo slapped Charlieba's thigh and said, "Shut up......"

Charlie said domineeringly: "If you understand your mouth, you won't be talking......"

Huang Xiaopo took a sip of wine and began to speak: "Meng Yong is a freelance photographer, on this day, he accidentally found a beautiful woman on the street, just stopped under a phoenix tree, Meng Yong quickly pressed the shutter, the green trees are shady, the beauty is picturesque, and a good photo is completed." He proudly put the camera in his bag and was about to leave, when someone blocked his way. It was an old man of about sixty years old, not unremarkable, with a mole on the left side of his forehead. He asked, "Did you just take a picture and take a picture of me?" Please delete it. Meng Yong couldn't hide it from him, so he turned on the camera to check. There was really this old man standing next to the tree behind the beauty, and he explained: "I want to take pictures of that beauty, if you think it's inappropriate to take a picture of you, I'll go back and use retouching software to remove you." "Who knows, you have to delete it for me in person." Meng Yong finally photographed the beauty of the beauty, where was he willing to delete it, and immediately turned around and ran. The other party chased a few steps, Meng Yong's footsteps were fast, and he was familiar with the terrain, so he threw it off in a few clicks. When he returned home, Meng Yong found Sun Yi to appreciate the "results" together. Sun Yi is a friend he met on the website of Photographer, and the two have similar interests. Sun Yi looked at the picture of the beautiful woman, and suddenly pointed to the old man and said, "Do you think this person is very familiar?" As he spoke, he opened a folder for Meng Yong, which contained photos left by the Qing Dynasty, which were now scanned into electronic files. Meng Yong also followed and browsed, and in an old photo, he found an old man passing by, with an ordinary appearance and a mole on the left side of his forehead, which was seven or eight points similar to the person in today's photo. Meng Yong gasped, the photos of the sixties of the nineteenth century have been more than one hundred and fifty years ago, is this person today the same person as the one more than one hundred and fifty years ago? Sun Yi said excitedly: "It seems that you have either met an immortal or a time traveler." Meng Yong smiled, how could it be? Maybe it's just a similarity. He didn't want to cause trouble, but he was forced by Sun Yi to investigate. The next day, the two came to the same place again, and the old man was still there. He held a small flag, wrote the word "money", wore a rosary on his wrist, and had a sign box beside him, which turned out to be a fortune teller on the side of the road. Meng Yong had already met with him, and Sun Yi decided to explore the truth by himself. Sun Yi walked over and sat beside him, and the old man said lightly: "Sir, do you want to ask about marriage or future?" Sun Yi replied: "I want to ask, how to live a hundred years?" The old man said: "Life and death are life and wealth, I can't answer this." Sun Yi immediately lined up the two photos and said, "Do you see if the person in here is you?" If it's all you, then you're at least two hundred years old, don't you know how to live a hundred years? The old man's face changed: "People are similar, you recognize the wrong person." Then he said that it was not appropriate to go out of the stall today, so he put away his outfit. Sun Yi wanted to stop it, but he was afraid of alarming others. In the distance, Meng Yong glanced at him, signaling the old man to walk into a dead end, Sun Yi chased from behind, and Meng Yong blocked from another exit, and the entire alley was unobstructed, but the old man disappeared out of thin air. On the second and third days, the old man did not appear again, Meng Yong wanted to give up, but Sun Yi grabbed him and said that since the old man did not appear, he might as well ask the small merchant next to him, there was a young vendor with a fruit stall next to him, and he had been there for the past few days. As soon as Meng Yong went over, he said that he would buy two catties of bananas, and after weighing, he took out the photo and asked: "I want to find this person, I heard that he is very good at fortune telling, do you know him?" The peddler looked at it: "Oh, old money, he often boasts that he is hundreds of years old, who believes it?" Meng Yong hurriedly asked, "Did he say this himself?" The peddler shook his head and said, "It's not that he said it himself, it's just that people around here say so, the aunt who sells scarves has been stalling here for seven years, and her sons have given birth to two, and she said that the old money doesn't have one more wrinkle." When Meng Yong heard this, he had a little bit of a score in his heart, and inquired about Lao Qian's residence, and the vendor told him that there was a big banyan tree in front of the door in Jose Lane. After asking, Meng Yong was about to pay, but accidentally touched the peddler's face and knocked off his glasses. He wanted to help pick it up, but the peddler rushed up and picked it up and said, "I'll come by myself, and I won't have to worry about you." "I found Lao Qian's residence, but there was no one at home, so Meng Yong and Sun Yi waited patiently. In the evening, Lao Qian finally appeared, and when he saw the two of them, he smiled bitterly: "Why are you two again?" Sun Yi threatened him: "You'd better make things clear to us today, this buddy of mine is a newspaper reporter, if you don't say it, I'll let him publish your strange people and wonders in the newspaper." "Of course, Meng Yong is not a reporter, but he carries a professional camera on his back, and his posture is enough to bluff people. Old Qian shook his head and said, "What do you want to ask?" "How did you not grow old and die? Those vendors say you're an ageless monster. Sun Yi asked Lao Qian. Lao Qian explained that doing fortune telling requires a bit of mystery. He asked the people around him to spread the news that he was not old, just to make customers believe that it was true and that business would be better. Hearing this, the two couldn't help but be a little disappointed, and asked without giving up: "Then why are the people in the photos more than 150 years ago the same as you?" Lao Qian took out two photos from the drawer: "This one is my wife's grandfather, this one is my grandfather, how is it, it's very similar to me, right?" My family has lived in this alley since my wife and grandparents' generation, maybe because of the water and soil, we all grow very close. I occasionally fool clients with photos of my ancestors, boasting that I don't grow old or die. Meng Yong asked, "Even if they look the same, it can't be in the same place, right?" "Well," said the old man, and took it off, "it's a fake, and it's pasted." The two walked out of Lao Qian's house in disappointment. Lao Qian wanted Meng Yong to stay alone, and said in a low voice; "Comrade reporter, it's not easy for us to eat, please don't expose me. This is a string of tea seed stone pendants, although it is not valuable, it is also an antiquity, please take it. After speaking, he was forced into Meng Yong's pocket. Before leaving, Lao Qian told him again: "Some people are separated from their stomachs, you must not be gullible." Meng Yong immediately understood that he was talking about Sun Yi, and this time Sun Yi was so attentive, which was indeed a little unusual. Walking out of the door, Sun Yi hurriedly asked what was the matter, Meng Yong thought of Lao Qian's advice, and said that there was nothing important. The two walked to the entrance of the alley and saw the nameplate at the entrance of the alley, which had the name of the alley and the time it was built. Meng Yong gasped: "Just now Lao Qian said that his family has lived in this alley since his wife and grandfather. But this alley was built in 1933, and the old photo was taken around 1860...... "Sun Yi was stunned for a moment, and immediately understood that Lao Qian was lying!" The two rushed back to Lao Qian's house, but they heard a fight, and when they pushed the door, Lao Qian was surrounded by two people and circled in the house. Those two were the beautiful women and the fruit vendors who followed the photo that day! What's going on? Meng Yong was confused, the hawker's glasses were knocked off, he remembered the hawker's behavior of picking up the glasses, curiously picked up the glasses, looked out through the lens, and found that the people present had a string of numbers on their heads, as if they were decreasing in "seconds", only the numbers on the head of the old money were static. He was so frightened that he quickly took it down and asked what was going on. Sun Yi said calmly: "This is the countdown of life, the first section is the number of days, the second session is the number of hours, the third quarter is the number of seconds, and when all the numbers are zero, it means that a person's life is over." Looking at Meng Yong's surprised expression, he continued, "I'll tell you everything." The two people who fought were the black and white impermanence of the underworld, and they specially took away the people whose life time was zero. Meng Yong asked: "Then why is the time of old money not moving?" Sun Yi replied: "Lao Qian's real name should be called Qian Wei, Qian Wei lives in Pengcheng, also called Peng Wei, Peng Wei is Peng Zu." He is the seventh grandson of the Yellow Emperor, who tampered with the book of life and death, and I don't know how to stop the time on his body, and black and white impermanence has not been able to find him. Meng Yong asked again: "Then who are you?" Sun Yi said: "I am their intermediary in the world." We found Qian Yu in the old Qing Dynasty photo you scanned on the Internet, in which everyone else stopped time, only he was constant. According to the rules of Hades, we must have irrelevant mortals involved in enforcing the law as a sign of justice, and you are our overseer. Only then did Meng Yong understand that it was also deliberately arranged for the beautiful woman to be photographed and the hawker to lead the way. While talking, the beauty and the hawker gradually lost their opponents, and Qian Xiao also shouted loudly and pounced. He pounced on Sun Yi, but Meng Yong thought he wanted to attack him, so he pressed the shutter in a hurry, and in a flash, the two impermanence rushed up and took advantage of the mechanism to subdue him. Qian Wei still refused to admit defeat: "I have lived thousands of years old, I have long been tired of living, it doesn't hurt to go with you, I believe that without one Peng Zu, there will be thousands of Peng Zu in the world......" Since then, Sun Yi has never appeared again. Another strange thing is that when Meng Yong wears the tea seed stone pendant that Qian Yu gave him, the number on his head is also static. Myths and legends say that Qian Wei (Peng Zu) has been eating a magical tea seed for a long time to obtain the health effect of prolonging life. In fact, tea seeds are not plant seeds, but tea seed stones, produced on the top of Mount Taishan in Shandong, because they are aggregated into a group, similar to tea seeds and named. The string of tea seed stones in Qian Xiao's hand will make people stop aging and avoid the surveillance of black and white impermanence, this is the secret of Peng Zu's immortality...... Sun Pengcheng is an old photographer, and on this day he met a colleague, somewhat familiar, he seemed to have met at a party more than 20 years ago. But now he is still in his twenties, not old at all, and he should be wrong. What is the name of that peer, it seems to be called Meng......"

When Huang Xiaopo finished speaking, Charlie Ba hurriedly said, "What...... I thought it was a ghost story. Who knew about a novel about immortality. ”

Huang Xiaopo said: "Isn't this story fascinating? ”

Charlie Ba took a sip of wine, and then said slowly: "Just look at everyone's reactions." ”

Saying that, Huang Xiaopo looked at us, and we were drinking and eating, I smiled and said, "No...... It's very interesting......"

Ruohan also said, "Yes...... It's not a ghost story though...... But the front end sounds interesting......"

Rainforest said, "yes...... It's very interesting Xiao Po, don't listen to someone scare the white tiger. Saying that, Rainforest also looked at Charlie Ba and said, "Uneducated people." I can't even hear the charm of the story......"

Sun Tielong said at this time: "Come and have a drink......

Everyone raised their glasses and took a sip together. Rainforest said at this time, "There is still a lot of wine...... There is still a lot to eat...... Ruohan and I bought a lot of ...... today Don't waste ...... Eat well, everyone. Drink well. Play well. No drunk, no return......"

Lin Qian smiled: "Good ......"

I looked at Guo Yuying, I knew that Guo Yuying was a goddess, and I said to Guo Yuying: "Goddess...... Do you believe in immortality? ”

Guo Yuying said: "I believe ......"

I looked at Guo Yuying suspiciously and said, "Why?" ”

Guo Yuying said: "I believe that there is a God. Isn't it amazing that people have survived in the universe for thousands of years? Now the world is the age of science. But there are many, many things that science can't explain......"

When I look at Guo Yuying's appearance, I feel funny. In fact, Guo Yuying has gained some weight, but she is not very fat, and she looks very beautiful. If you don't talk about fortune-telling every day, such a beauty doesn't know how many men will chase her. It's a pity that Guo Yuying's temper is more stubborn, and I don't know Guo Yuying's life when she was a child, and I don't understand why Guo Yuying believes in a lot of supernatural things and a lot of fantasy things.

looked at Guo Yuying's serious appearance. I really don't know what to say. I raised the wine glass in my hand at Guo Yuying, and I said slowly, "Come on...... Cheers ......"