The car drove into an iron gate, in front of which was a European-style building with a red brick wall, when the old Shanghai, it should be a concession, so most of the houses were European-style, the house was not big or small, there were three floors, and each brick was full of historical vicissitudes.

When you get out of the car, you can hear a strange song playing inside, and the male voice seems to be criing with his throat, which is unique to Japan in the world. I used to be bored, and I pulled the only network cable in the whole village just to watch a movie, and in some old Japanese movies, Kabuki danced in this weird tone, which was very depressing to listen to.

Ouyang Xiong, Lao Wang Ba, really likes Japan!

But I immediately found out that I might have wronged him, because it was not Ouyang Xiong who stood in front of the door to greet him, but the woman Duanmu Baihui. Damn, what's going on?

"How could it be you? What about Ouyang Lao'er? I asked.

"This is my house, how can he be here?" She laughed.

"It's your guy who picked up the plane?" No wonder it was so strange along the way, Ouyang Qingqing sold me? It was Ouyang Xiong who knew the news and sold me, otherwise how could he be waiting outside with a sign on time. deliberately sent an old driver, because I was afraid that I would be discovered, so I was embarrassed to smoke him.

"Yes, I said you were welcome to Shanghai."

"Auntie, what do you want to do? I'm not interested in you, I like tender ones. "I said, hold back the fire, don't be polite to me.

"Call me Baihui in the future."

"It's also Baihui, it's good if I don't call you Auntie, I'm a polite man, I'll call you Auntie." I said, I can be my mother, and I will be a little Huihui, and I will be a little Huihui.

"Hello, Auntie, Auntie, goodbye."

After saying that, I turned around and left, maybe the two strange flowers last night were sent by her, this woman can feel something strange in the mirror, it is definitely not a good bird, I am afraid of people in the city, let alone foreigners.

"Where are you going? It's all here, so it's better to come in and sit down. She said.

"I'll go back to the village, you have so many routines, I'm a simple teenager, I don't play with you." I said.

"Don't you want to see that picture?" She asked suddenly.

I turned to look at her, what the hell was this stupid woman trying to do.

"That's not my picture, my grandfather hadn't even started to develop in 1936, let alone me. Also, that man was not my great-grandfather, Jiang Zhonghe, who died in 1935. What Ouyang Xiong wants, I know very well, don't fool me anymore, I am a person who has experienced nine deaths and a life and broke through the tiger's den in Longtan, how can you carve insects and insects deceive me. ”

I'm bragging.

"Well, what if it's you." She said.

"You're blind, I've just turned 19 years old, should I show you my ID card!" I was in a hurry, took out my wallet from my pocket, stuffed it less than ten centimeters in front of her, and kept poking, "Look at it!" Don't wait a moment and say you didn't see it clearly. ”

Still smiling, she stepped aside, stretched out her hand and politely said, "Please come in!" ”

Speechless, stretch out your hand and don't hit the smiling person, in broad daylight, I'm not afraid, I haven't seen any scenes. I walked in, the room was a little old Japanese furniture, a black solid wood table with a record player, the singing came out of it, it was really nostalgic, what years have passed, and I still listen to music on vinyl records.

"What song is this?" I asked, as a studious young man, I was very curious.

""Jingluzi Niang Daocheng Temple, you also like this song?" She asked.

"I don't like it at all, it's so ugly." I said.

"It used to be a famous song in old Shanghai, and it was a must-perform program for Japanese geisha."

"I guess only you Japanese people like it, and no one else should appreciate it."

"It tells a poignant love legend, a woman named Qingji fell in love with a handsome monk named An Zhen, but the monk was devoted to the Buddha and hid in the temple bell, and the woman hated from love, turned into a big snake that breathed fire, wrapped around the bell and burned, burned the monk, and the woman committed suicide." Aunt Baihui is really patient, and she actually told me stories.

"It's sad enough, but is it beautiful?" I asked.

"I hope Mr. Jiang will give me advice." She said.

"This story is too commonplace, the key word is not love, but the word handsome, if the monk is ugly, does the woman have to rely on it? If you can't sleep, you turn your face and kill people, it's just a poisonous woman. I said.

Aunt Baihui kept smiling awkwardly, "Mr. Jiang always speaks so sharply. ”

"Yes, I don't usually poke people, and when I poke it, I see blood. You guys, you just like to mess around, just talk about it, let it go if you have a fart, don't play so many famous halls. First tricked me into going to the hotel, and then found a crazy woman to confuse me, but with my strong willpower, I didn't succeed. Then I asked the little puppet to me, and if I didn't see that you were a woman, I would press your head and hit the wall. ”

I never hit a woman, but if she wants to kill me, she has to press against the wall. Aunt Baihui was stunned for a moment, and then said, "I don't understand what you said. ”

"Don't force it!" I yelled, "If you have something to say, you look fake, even the cheongsam girl can't confuse me, do you think you can do it?" ”

The tea room was full of the fragrance of tea, but a ghostly voice came out of it. "Mr. Jiang has such a big temper!" After finishing speaking, he was out of breath and kept coughing, an old grandmother's voice.

I hurriedly stretched my head in to take a look, an old man wearing a sleeveless black cheongsam was sitting there making tea, his arms were covered with age spots, his back was hunched, his head was hanging from his neck, and he couldn't see his face clearly, and there were actually a few small white petals on the neckline of the cheongsam.

"Old man, it's cold, it's better to sew the sleeves." I say.

"Come in and have tea!" The old grandmother said.

Baihui made a gesture of please, I could only go in and look at the things on the table, which is more exquisite than our kung fu tea in Guangdong and Fujian, the key is to kneel, I am not used to this custom, and I am not fucking in Japan, so I took off my shoes and sat on the mat with my ass.

The old grandmother raised her head and looked at me, this face was full of wrinkles, and it was covered with white powder, she really loved beauty, she scooped me tea into the bowl with a wooden spoon, I took a sip, I thought it tasted good, the fragrance was overflowing, and the taste of our tea was different.

"Aren't you afraid that tea is poisonous?" Her voice was sharp and resentful, and she couldn't understand the old Japanese lady.

"It doesn't matter, it's all deep in the tiger's den, and you don't need to be poisoned." After I finished speaking, my mouth was hot, and I couldn't lose my temper.

"Did Mr. Jiang not sleep well last night?" She asked.

"It's very stable, because the ghost is pressing the bed, and I can't wake up." After I finished speaking, I looked at her hunched back and asked casually, "Did your old man go to that hotel last night?" ”

Because I suddenly remembered the old lady who was on crutches last night and was almost hit by me, it seems to be a bit like, it was not her ghost, this family is sneaky.

"I'm old, I can't walk." She said.

The grandmother's face is painted too much white, like brushing a layer of lime, it looks very thick, the skin has long been drooping, the white wrinkles are layer by layer, and the lips are smeared with crimson lipstick, which looks weird and oozing.

Ever since I had been dealing with the white skull and the green eyes of a dead man at the Guillotine Cliff all night, I felt that this miserable white color was very beautiful, and if she hadn't moved, I would have thought she was a dead person.

But after all, it's a ninety-year-old man, I have to be respectful, so I can only stop looking at her face and stare at Aunt Baihui, anyway, she has been smiling and serving beside her, and I don't mind.

"Mr. Jiang, your great-grandfather Jiang Zhonghe, have you inquired clearly?" She asked.

"He died of illness in 1935, and he had never been to Shanghai at all, and he couldn't read a single big word, I think you were mistaken."

"Are you sure the information is correct?" She sounded disappointed.

"You shouldn't be wrong, that old lady is about the same age as you, and she has a good memory."

The old grandmother took out a wooden box, paralyzed, like a small coffin, she took out the photo taken by the reporter from it and handed it to me, the above is the picture of me fighting the snake, and there is a picture of the old photo inside, what does it mean to put my photo in the small coffin.

Could it be that the old woman decided that I had killed his lover back then, so she used a small coffin and cursed me day and night?

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