I looked at the little girl with a hateful face, hesitated, took a lighter, and panted and said, "Little sister, can you go home and let your parents light candles?" ”

"Borrow fire!" The little girl roared again, and her voice was fierce.

"Little sister, you can't eat such a big cake yourself, go home and eat it with your parents."

The little girl's teeth grew longer and longer, "Borrow fire!" ”

"Little sister, my lighter is out of gas, I can't light it, it's not that I won't lend it to you."

The little girl seemed to be strangely angry, and directly screamed and pounced, and her grinning mouth seemed to swallow my whole head, so frightened that I rolled my eyes directly.

I couldn't hide if I wanted to, because my body was already paralyzed like a ball of cotton, after all, two of the three yang fires had been borrowed, and there was one left, which was almost like a scarecrow who could breathe.

At this critical moment, the bus suddenly "squeaked" to stop, the door slowly opened, and a person came up, it was actually the uncle holding the ash altar!

It's strange to say that as soon as the uncle came up, the little girl obediently returned to her seat, holding the cake and bowing her head silently.

The woman who smoked also snuffed out her cigarette, and the old woman who burned the paper paused and returned to her place.

It's like a group of elementary school students chatting and frolicking in the classroom during self-study, and suddenly the head teacher walks in and instantly becomes silent.

The uncle looked around, saw me, and said with a gloomy face: "It's really unlucky, why did you meet you damn hairy boy again, I'll wait for the next bus!" ”

Saying that, I turned around and was about to get out of the car, whether this uncle was mentally ill or not, but at this time it was my lifesaver, once he got out of the car, I was done playing, I hurriedly held up my strength and shouted: "Uncle, don't go, don't go!" ”

The old man glanced at me and snorted coldly: "I was angry when I saw you, I was kind enough to give you my son's ashes that day, and you shut me out, I don't want to see you!" As he spoke, he stepped down.

"Uncle, don't go, it's all my fault, it's all my fault before, I'll admit my mistake to you! Don't go! ”

The uncle turned around and said, "Do you know it's wrong? ”

"I know, I was wrong, I was wrong."

The uncle sneered, "I know it's wrong, it's too late, I just don't want to ride in a car with you!" ”

Seeing that the uncle was leaving, I couldn't care about anything, so I shouted directly: "Uncle, you are my own father, don't go, please!" ”

As soon as the old man heard me call him my father, he walked up again, "Young man, do you really know that you are wrong?" ”

"I know it's wrong, I know it's wrong."

"Do you believe what I said?"

"Believe it, I believe everything you say."

Then the old man sat down next to him, "Young man, actually, I'm too lazy to help you, mainly my son, who said he didn't want you to die, I met you here today, and it was also last night, my son gave me a dream, saying that I asked me to wait for a No. 2 bus at this stop today, if you don't come, you will have to die, so I came." ”

"Yes, yes, thank you, uncle, for saving your life." After a pause, I said, "Uncle, then why did your son have to save me?" ”

The uncle shook his head, "He didn't tell me, he said he wanted to tell you personally." As he spoke, he handed the urn into my arms, "My son said he wanted to talk to you personally." ”

It's also strange, since the old man got on the bus, the bus stopped at any stop, the woman in the cheongsam, the old woman and the little girl carrying the paper money, all got off at the next stop of the old man's car, and my physical strength gradually recovered. Uncle said that at five o'clock in the morning, go to my door to pick up the ashes jar.

When we arrived at the station downstairs, Xiaowen also woke up, completely unaware of what had happened in the car.

Seeing me getting out of the car with an ash jar, he wondered: "Mu Feng, what are you doing with an ash jar, where did you get it, how unlucky." ”

"Oh, this ash jar, when you fell asleep just now, there was an eldest sister who got on the bus to sell it, this eldest sister is very pitiful, I bought it, and I will donate it as a donation, and I am ready to go home to raise flowers." In a hurry, I didn't have any good excuses.

Xiaowen frowned and said: ", throw it away, I don't object to you giving money to the eldest sister, just give it if you give it, but it's definitely not okay to raise flowers with ashes jars!" ”

"Xiaowen, this can't be thrown!"

"Why can't you throw it away? Is an ash jar still a treasure? ”

"Xiaowen, don't say it, it's really a baby, this ash jar, I wanted to throw it away in the car just now, but unintentionally, I looked at the shape, it seems to be a Jingdezhen porcelain in the Chenghua period of the Ming Dynasty, but I don't know who smeared it into an ash jar, I will go to the antique store another day to ask, maybe it can be sold at a good price." I all kudos to my own wit.

Xiaowen looked at the jar suspiciously, with a confused look, but she didn't say anything anymore.

When I got home, I quickly put the ash jar in the corner of the house, because this jar is very cold, and holding this jar is like holding an ice cube.

After taking a shower, Xiaowen went back to the house to sleep, and I was going to sleep on the sofa with this ash jar, because once I slept on the bed, I was afraid that the ash jar would be too close to Xiaowen and cause her to have nightmares.

What happened on the bus today is very weird, because it seems that the old man didn't see the three "ghosts" at all, and it seems that the bus driver didn't see it at all, that is, I saw it myself.

When the old man came up, the "ghost things" immediately quieted down, are these ghost things afraid of the old man, or are they afraid of the ashes jar in the old man's arms? Is all this the old man's arrangement, the purpose is to let me sleep with this ash jar in my arms, and this possibility cannot be ruled out.

The old man seems to have saved me today, but who knows if he is behind the scenes?

At this time, my mobile phone rang, and when I opened it, it turned out to be a message from the stranger today, and what did he want to tell me?

The message reads: Don't believe the old man holding the ash jar, he is a bad person.

I just went back to the message: Who the hell are you, is it interesting to be secretive like this? If you have the guts, let's meet in broad daylight, spread out everything and say, don't always send messages secretly.

After a while, the stranger replied with a message: Okay, tomorrow at nine o'clock in the morning, let's meet at the Phoenix Cafe, the last row of window seats, see you or leave.

This is really unexpected, this mysterious person is about to appear! I was so excited, he should know all the secrets, and the mystery was finally about to be revealed!

Behind all this, what is going on, finally the truth is about to be revealed, I almost danced with my hands, these days, strange things almost tortured me to death.

That night, I looked at the urn of ashes, and I didn't sleep with it in my arms, because I always felt that the eyes inside were very vicious, and no matter what they were, they were not good, and once they were on the way, they would be broken.

Also, this jar is very cold, what is in it? I itched again and wanted to open it, but when I thought of those resentful eyes, I didn't dare.

At five o'clock the next morning, I was waiting at the door, and the old man really came on time to get the ashes jar, I opened the door and said hello to him, "Uncle, you are here." ”

The old man was happy this time, without a straight face, "Young man, see my son." ”

I smiled and nodded, "See." ”

"It's good to see it, what did my son say to you?"

I was stunned when the old man asked, but with my ability to think, how could I be stumped by this little trick, "Uncle, your son instructed me, saying that you are old, worry less about snacks, and don't let me tell you." ”

The old man nodded, "It's still my son's filial piety." Then he stroked the urn and sighed, "My good son, why did you go so early." It's really a good person who doesn't live long and lives for a thousand years, and everyone in that pharmacy deserves to die. ”

At eight o'clock in the morning, I arrived at the Phoenix Cafe early, sat in the last row by the window, and waited for the arrival of the mysterious man.