"Eldest brother, I heard that Ma Nujin God call you a long ghost, is a long ghost also a kind of ghost?" Chen Si asked subconsciously. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info "Why did you become a ghost?" ”

But the next second Chen Si asked this sentence, Chen Si regretted it, even if it was between acquaintances, such a rash exploration of the other party's buried past in his heart was also a taboo in communication, not to mention that he didn't seem to be very familiar with Ah Chang, and Ah Chang's temper didn't seem to be very good......

In his heart, he kept blaming himself for talking too fast and being too curious. What will Gu Yuli do if Ah Changfa gets angry, come out and steam me? Teriyaki? Stir-fry? Chen Si thought about it in a mess, and even cold sweat oozed from his forehead, and he shook his head vigorously, trying to shake these strange thoughts out.

Maintaining the action when he spoke just now, Chen Si cautiously said tentatively: "Eldest brother...... "He was really afraid that Ah Chang would be angry.

At this time, Ah Chang, who had been silent for a long time, finally spoke, concise and clear: "You are right, the long ghost is also a type of ghost. ”

"Oh......"

"As for why I became a ghost...... I can't think of it myself......"

I don't know if it's Chen Si's delusion, when Ah Chang said that he couldn't remember, his tone seemed to be very sad and confused, and it seemed that he also wanted to know why he became a long ghost.

However, Chen Si didn't stupidly ask Ah Chang why he couldn't remember, now Ah Chang is not angry, it's a blessing, he can't die, right. He hurriedly opened the door of the dormitory and said, "Elder brother, if you can't think of it, you can't remember it, and if you think about it slowly in the future, you can always remember, let's go to Qingyang Dao Chang first?" ”

Ah Chang didn't reply this time, Chen Si took him as a default, moved in small steps, and hurriedly ran downstairs.

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"Uncle Bao, I took a leave of absence, I want to go to the city again to have a look, and my head still seems to hurt a little."

"Then do you want Uncle to drive you?"

"No, no, it's okay, uncle. You're busy, I'll be there in a short time by bus. ”

"Okay, stay safe on the road."

"Hmm."

After casually making up a reason to ask for sick leave from Yang Dabao, Chen Si waited for a while under the stop sign outside the factory, and got on the urban and rural bus to Mantou Village. There were few people on the car today, and there were so many places that Chen Si casually found a seat and sat down.

Today's weather is so good, the sun is shining from the blue sky, shining on the snowdrifts on the side of the road that have not yet melted, and occasionally reflecting a silver light, dazzling people's eyes a little. In addition, the heating was still on in the bus, and Chen Si actually fell asleep unconsciously.

"The next stop is Mantoucun Station, so please prepare in advance for passengers who want to get off the train......"

Chen Si heard the sound of the bus radio in a daze, opened his eyes, and there were more people on the bus at some point. He moved his neck and turned his head to look out the window.

"Mantou Village Station is about to arrive, please get off the train friends to take their belongings......"

The radio in the car sounded again, Chen Si patted his pants and got up, ready to get out of the car.

At this time, he noticed that at the bus door, there was a middle-aged man standing with his back to him, staggering with the bumps of the car. This middle-aged man was holding something in his arms with both hands, and he couldn't grab the ring of the bus with his free hand, and he looked like he was about to fall down at any time.

Chen Si walked over and patted him on the shoulder kindly, the middle-aged man turned his head around, his beard was unkempt, he should have not taken care of it for a while. He glanced at Chen Si suspiciously with his eyes with heavy dark circles, and asked, "Little brother, what's the matter?" ”

Chen Si pointed to the seat he was sitting in just now, "Seeing that you are holding something in your arms, it is inconvenient to stand, there is a seat there, go and sit down." ”

"Thank you."

The middle-aged man said gratefully, hugged the thing in his arms tightly, turned to the seat and sat down.

Only then did Chen Si see clearly what he was holding in his arms, a large black photo frame, which was the kind of photo frame that put the dead person's posthumous photo when someone in the family died. Inside this frame, there is a black and white photograph of a woman.

The woman in the photo is not very beautiful, but she is smiling happily, showing a row of white teeth, and looks happy.

"Please mourn." Chen Si lowered his head and said.

"It's okay, thank you."

The middle-aged man also knew that holding this photo frame was very conspicuous in the car, and he was not surprised that Chen Si could see that someone in his family had died, and after a faint thank-back, he didn't say anything more, and it seemed that he didn't want to mention the sad thing.

Chen Si didn't say anything more, walked to the door and waited for the bus to stop. The two originally met in Pingshui, and a little mourning was enough, and if they said and did more, it would only seem redundant.

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Mantou Mountaintop,

The little dog, who looked a little skinny, was lying shirtless on the snow doing push-ups at this time, a trace of heat came out of his body, wisps of white smoke, and dissipated in the sunshine on the top of the mountain with the morning breeze.

"Dog, put on your clothes, Yintang's blackened ones are almost up the mountain, go pick them up."

"Yes, master."

Xiao Ergou stood up from the snow, bowed his head to face the thatched house, and answered respectfully. Then, he took off the cotton coat with the SpongeBob SquarePants pattern that had hung on the tree, and walked down the hill as he wore it.

"Little master, are you going down the mountain to buy cigarettes for Daoist Qingyang?"

Chen Si, who was walking halfway up Mantou Mountain, looked at the little second dog walking towards him, and asked suspiciously. This Qingyang old way, the cigarette is really fast, the cigarette I just bought yesterday, this is the end of the cigarette.

"No, I came to pick up the donor according to the master's instructions."

"What's there to pick up, there are no tigers on this steamed bun mountain." Chen Si said with a smile, feeling a little warm in his heart. The old Taoist priest and the little Taoist priest on this Mantou Mountain are really their own life-saving benefactors.

After what happened in the past two days, he now has a clearer understanding of the ability of Qingyang Lao Dao, and it is completely strange that Qingyang Lao Dao can know when he will go up the mountain.

Two figures, one large and one small, walked together in the direction of the Taoist temple on the top of the mountain. From a distance, under the illumination of the golden sun, the two people shrouded in white mist still have some artistic conception of seeking the truth.

"Master, we're here."

"Come in." Qingyang Lao Dao's voice is as domineering and hoarse as ever, regardless of appearance, regardless of age, it is estimated that he can capture the hearts of a group of little fans with his voice.

"Yes, master." Xiao Ergou took Chen Si into the thatched house.

In the house, Qingyang Lao Dao sat cross-legged on top of the futon on the ground, and next to the futon was an ancient book with no title. He closed his eyes and seemed to be meditating, his expression ethereal. Even when Chen Si and Xiao Ergou entered the house, he didn't open his eyes and take a look.

"Qingyang Dao Chief?"

"Wait a minute, what's the hurry?" Qingyang Lao Dao opened his eyes angrily, and said to Chen Si with a blow of his beard and a glare.