I frowned, smiled when I saw my head sticking out from behind the bar, and beckoned to the little girl: "Can you come and help me?" After the little girl and I moved all five barrels of oil into the bar, she asked uncertainly, "Do you really want this oil?" ”

I smiled and replied, "It's not that I don't want it, the key is that I can't take it." Men are all good-looking, watching the uncle's oil squeezing is fun, and they buy so much in one go, and they don't want to think about how to take it. By the way, what's your name? ”

The little girl smiled shyly: "My name is Xie Xiaoqin." That eldest brother may be from the city, I haven't seen oil extraction, in fact, the oil there is very good, it's not like the gutter oil in the city or something, it's all fried by Auntie who grows rapeseed and rapeseed, and calls it green food in the words of your city people, and we ask him to buy it in this town. ”

"I don't mind if I call you Xiaoqin, I heard you call that uncle uncle, are you relatives?"

"It's not like that, it's just that the town calls it like that."

I nodded and got up, "I have to go up, the key is still here." Let's talk about it later, Xiaoqin. As she walked out of the bar, she looked back and thought to herself, thinking that with this little girl's age, she couldn't have known much about what happened more than ten years ago.

When I went up to the second floor, I saw Gu Xi leaning there and smoking, and there was a faint smell of smoke in the corridor. The wall lamp was not too bright, and the position behind him made him half in the light and half in the dark.

Tonight, he seems to be particularly deep and difficult to understand.

The doors of the two rooms were adjacent, and as soon as I took out the key, Gu Xi whispered in my ear, "Do you want to know the meaning of walking this road tonight?" I rolled my eyes to meet those dark eyes for two seconds, and inserted the key into the hole.

Although the hotel in the town is relatively simple, it is quite tidy, with an area of about 20 square meters and no extra chairs. I glanced at the white bed and chose to sit in the corner of the TV cabinet, Gu Xi did not sit down, but walked to the window and opened the curtains.

After waiting for a moment, he said slowly: "There is a legend in Bryn Town, it is said that a man and a woman can hold hands as long as they walk back and forth on this street hand in hand. ”

...... "I never knew he was such a romantic person?!" Before the sweetness could rise, I heard him ask, "Do you believe it?" I thought for a while and said, "There is no way to talk about the causes in the world, and there is such a legend, which at least represents a kind of spiritual sustenance for people." ”

Gu Xi chuckled, "That's not believing, don't you women like to listen to this kind of love talk?" ”

I laughed, "You women? ”

Gu Xi smiled, shook his head and turned his eyes to stare at me, "Do you know why there are no houses around that school?" ”

My heart tightened, and I couldn't get used to the tone of him joking one moment and suddenly returning to the subject the next. I thought about it, "Is it because of the foundation problem over there?" "After saying that, I don't think it's right, if there is a problem with the foundation, how can the school be built?

Gu Xi didn't answer and asked: "Then do you know why there is not even a street lamp there?" ”

"It's not that it's not there, it's not bright." As I walked by, I noticed the street lights hanging overhead, but they seemed to be broken after a long time, as if most of the street lights were broken.

"There's another rumor here that the school is haunted at night, and the street lights are repaired and broken, because the ghosts are afraid to see the light." In the end, Gu Xi's tone became very light.

I stared at him, and asked slowly and clearly, "You have always been with me, where did you hear so many rumors?" Don't tell me it's the uncle of the oil mill. "I don't believe that the uncle can tell him so many stories, and it is clear that he made it up.

saw him blink innocently, "You don't believe it?" A fire burned almost half of the town, and those who escaped were gone, but what didn't? There are no bones left! Can the resentment be dissipated? ”

Originally, I was not afraid, but he said it in a gloomy manner, and just as he finished speaking, the light in the room flashed twice, and suddenly my cold hair stood on end. Looking at the dark window beside him, I couldn't help but feel my heart tremble.

What's more, Gu Xi suddenly looked solemn, "Don't look back." ”

I asked in a trembling voice, "What's wrong?" He was approaching step by step, with a look of caution he had never seen before. I don't know if it's a psychological effect, but I feel hairy on the back of my neck. The main reason why fear is so powerful is that people's imagination spreads and makes ignorance possible.

Gu Xi had already arrived in front of him, watching him slowly raise his hand and stretch it out towards the back of my head. At this time, my nerves were already tense, but the next second I suddenly felt his palm hold on the back of my head, and he bullied down, and his lips and tongue invaded my breath.

Only then did he realize that he was fooled again, and struggled in frustration. He didn't force it, he only smiled and asked, "What do you move?" I'm not trying to exorcise demons for you. I yelled in exasperation: "Exorcise your head! ”

He pressed down and pecked on his lips again, and asked with a natural expression: "Who let you ink downstairs for so long, and deliberately let me feed mosquitoes in the corridor?" I snorted heavily, ignoring him. But he pulled me up and walked to the window, "Look down." ”

"What do you want to do? Do you want to say that there will be ghosts crawling up from outside this window? ”

"I don't know if there are any ghosts climbing through the window, but we know that we are stepping on the roof of the post office more than ten years ago."

I froze and turned my head to look back at him, "What did you say?" ”

"The fire spread to the post office, which was basically extinguished," he said. Later, the post office was closed, and the townspeople bought it and renovated it and opened the hotel. In other words, the seven pen pal letters you received all started from here. ”

The topic changed too quickly and couldn't react for a while, so he asked in a daze: "How can it be so coincidental?" ”

Gu Xi pursed his lips and smiled, but his eyes were getting cold, "It's not a coincidence, it's a hand pushing us here." ”

What do you mean? The more I listened, the more I didn't understand.

"The owner of the grain and oil store was the postman of the post office, and the hotel was originally a post office, and the town had no school but a primary school was built after the fire, and that location happened to be the root of the fire. These should have been scattered messages, and it was all luck for you to meet one of them, but they all converged on the first day we came. ”

I still don't understand, "Didn't you find this information beforehand?" ”

The corners of Gu Xi's mouth floated with a faint sarcasm, and he looked at the dark street outside the window: "Do you have the ability to be Tong Ying?" Even if you can find out that the letter is from Brin Town by looking at the postmark of the recipient on the reverse side of your envelope and the residual traces of the postmark on the front of it, China is so big, to find a place that doesn't exist on the map is comparable to looking for a needle in the bottom of the sea. ”

"But didn't you say she drew a map for you?"

"Do you know how she found this town?"

I had a flash of inspiration and asked in amazement, "Internet?" ”

Sure enough, seeing Gu Xi nodding, it turned out that Tong Ying was checking the records of my local post office in Changcheng and found several suspected letter sending locations, which were determined to be Bulin Town after screening. But in addition to this name is a European children's clothing brand, no longer search for any information, Tong Ying posted a post on a forum, at first most netizens were foolish, but in the evening suddenly a netizen left a message saying that he is from Brin Town, but has been renamed Yongxiu Town.

On our way to this town during the day, a few more people who call themselves Brin Town came out to leave messages. Every time there is a new message, Tong Ying will take a screenshot and send it to Gu Xi's mobile phone.

In other words, he didn't wander around aimlessly when he arrived in this town. The car walked around and looked at the terrain, and then locked on the uncle of the grain and oil store as the first target to inquire. Later, he stayed at this hotel, which was formerly a post office, all for a purpose.

In addition, the two rumors he deliberately said just now were not made up by him, they were all the content that netizens were chatting about in full swing. It's just that the post is crooked at the back, because someone said that the town school is haunted at night, and the school ghost stories are being told later.

Although it sounds a bit coincidental, it really can't be underestimated nowadays that almighty netizens, so I said: "Maybe there are people in this town who have also seen the post on the Internet, after all, the fire more than ten years ago is an indelible memory for Brin Town." "Sometimes I can empathize, and when I occasionally see news or posts about Changcheng on the Internet, I pay special attention to them.

Gu Xi couldn't smile at the bottom of his eyes, "Maybe." ”

Suddenly it occurred to him that he had forgotten to tell him, and after listening to me, his eyes became extremely dark, and he looked at me fixedly and asked, "Why do you think so?" ”

I took out one of the six letters, pointed to the back of the painting sitting in front of the window, and said: "Painting penetrates the heart more than words, and even if this person does not paint the pen pal himself, it is also a kind of implicit reflection of his state of mind." Usually at such times, looking back is the majority, because the future is unknowable, the present cannot be expressed, only the past is engraved in the depths of the soul. So, I think the pen pal should be at least five or six years older than me, which means that he should have been ten years old at the time. ”

"Why didn't you say it earlier?" Gu Xi's eyebrows frowned.

I shrugged and replied, "I forgot, I only thought of it today when I heard you ask about Uncle's school." Actually, this is just my prevarication, because before he was forced to admit his feelings, he was so strong that I never let my guard down. Having been forced to tell the pen pal the secret of the letters, I naturally had the right to keep the hidden messages inside, especially in areas where he was not good at.

In terms of words, I believe that I can't hide it if I want to, but he is a layman when it comes to the interpretation of painting.

Now, of course, there is no need to hide it anymore. However, I don't think the direction of the school may be of much use, not to mention that the school in the town is newly built now, even if it exists, it is also a primary school, and I had a pen pal at that time in junior high school, plus the inference from the mental age of the pen pal in this painting, it is even more unlikely that I am still a primary school student.

After listening to my analysis, Gu Xi vetoed: "Who said that you can't check it from the school line?" This person does not study in this town, so naturally there will be a place to study; Even if you are in contact with the ten-year-old and may not be in school, you will always have a record of your previous education. ”

My eyes lit up, "Then we just need to ask them where they go to middle school in this town?" ”

"The children can be taught."