1 Lao Song's youth

Lao Song, the night watchman of Zhengzhou night market, speaking of night watchman is a characteristic product of Zhengzhou night market, in addition to security guards and waiters on duty or managers, there must also be a night watchman. The duty of the night watchman is to check each room for drunken guests together with the security guards, and to check that the lights in each room are turned off.

Let's talk about Lao Song, at that time, Lao Song was about fifty-seven or eighteen years old, and he was called Lao Song in the field before. Actually, I don't think it's a disadvantage that people are so old, so they should call Uncle Sheng. But later Lao Song came to me and said that I was not embarrassed to let me call Uncle Song, so I called him Lao Song, so this title changed back, although only I called him Lao Song, but we became New Year's friends who had nothing to say.

Sometimes I like to ask someone to buy some liquor and side dishes when I am bored at night, and when we get off work, we will talk about a glass of wine and a sip of food. Naturally, it is inevitable to tell some ghost stories, and Lao Song is blessed with a unique appearance, a face full of scars and a right hand with two mutilated hands. His physical characteristics are destined to make him particularly scary when he tells ghost stories, coupled with his deep voice and exaggerated facial expressions, I think it's a great loss for him not to participate in the draft on TV, what kind of Chinese bad old man show should he participate in, absolutely the top three in the country.

Most of the ghost stories told by Lao Song are illusory, and every time he finishes speaking, he likes to laugh and pat me on the shoulder and say I tease you, but every time he tells a real story, he drinks a glass of wine and eats two mouthfuls of food and does not speak for a long time, which has become one of the important criteria for me to judge the authenticity of his story. The following tells me a ghost story that Lao Song told me about his youth.

When he was young, he went to the mountains and the countryside, and later returned to the city to work in a small state-owned factory. The factory is located on the outskirts of Zhengzhou, which is now thriving. It was the first day that Lao Song arrived at the factory, there were only 30 workers in a small factory, but the strange thing was that there were obviously three dormitories, but the workers were crowded into two rooms to rest, and the team leader took Lao Song to put down his luggage and led Lao Song to their dormitory. As soon as Lao Song saw the crowded Chase Shop, he asked the foreman: "Why don't you go to another room to sleep in the room when the room is so crowded?" The foreman was a little embarrassed and said with a stiff face: "Xiao Song, that room is a little unclean." "Lao Song was a stunned young man when he was young, and in today's words, he is an invincible second-class young man. He asked the foreman, "What's unclean?" The foreman pulled Lao Song and whispered: "Xiao Song, you are obedient, that room is dirty, why don't you understand, there are ghosts!" ”

Lao Song was a little ignorant of good people's hearts at this time, so he pulled the foreman and said: "Chairman Mao taught us to break the four olds and defeat all cows, ghosts, snakes and gods, how can you promote feudal superstition." The foreman was very nervous, to be honest, although it was already in the late stage of the Cultural Revolution, it would be miserable to be caught in the hat of propagating feudal superstition. The foreman hurriedly said: "Count me if I didn't say it, I didn't say it, you are a person who goes to the mountains and goes to the countryside, and you practice red hearts in the vast world, so go to that house if you want to sleep." ”

Lao Song picked up the futon and went to the room in the eyes of others. The house was uninhabited for a long time, so the house was covered with dust. Lao Song was too lazy to clean up, so he brought a basin of water and splashed it on the ground, hoping not to raise dust. To make a long story short, the night is getting deeper, and to be honest, Lao Song is really a little scared when he thinks of the difference in the eyes of the workers during the day and the warning from the foreman, so he wants to fall asleep quickly. People are like this, the more they want to fall asleep quickly, the more they can't sleep, Lao Song is nothing more than that, he felt a urge to urinate, and hurriedly wanted to go to the toilet, he thought that maybe there were people playing chess and cards outside at this point, so it would not be too quiet, and now going to the toilet may be the wisest choice.

It was indeed his wisest choice, and when he opened his eyes, there was an old lady standing at the head of the bed. The Chase shop was sleeping with his head outward, and the person was standing directly above his head, and the old lady's face was not clear when he looked upside down, which was even more terrifying and gloomy. She was dressed in the gray cotton clothes that old country ladies were accustomed to wearing, and her hair was coiled up in a small ball at the back of her head, the standard image of a rural old lady. She just stood motionless like that, didn't speak, didn't do anything terrifying, just looked at Lao Song motionlessly. No, Lao Song couldn't see her face and eyes at all, why could he clearly feel the feeling of being stared at. Suddenly, Lao Song suddenly exploded all over his body, and a stream of urine gushed out instantly. The quilt was wet, and the slightly hot feeling calmed down Lao Song.

Lao Song scolded: "My ancestors, are you sick, why don't you come home to me at night, go quickly." Then he paused and said, "I said you can't hear it yet, right, I see that you are an old man, I don't smoke you, what should you do, stand here and do it, don't stand here and hinder my sleep, I love to stand on the wall and go there comfortably and cool." I'll talk to you, old lady, if I don't mess with you, don't mess with me, otherwise it's not good-looking. I slept, and something called me. "In fact, if the old lady really called him at that time, I believe that Lao Song would definitely be scared to death. Lao Song really fell asleep like this, and Lao Song got up at four o'clock the next morning, and when he opened his eyes, the old lady was no more. He hurriedly hung the futon, and then took the wooden board in his hand and desperately fanned the quilt in the hope of drying it, otherwise it would be cold for a while, and the workers would laugh at him when they saw it. After a while, when the golden rooster was almost dry, the golden rooster crowed, and although the sky was still dark, the sound of a worker could already be heard. And it wasn't alone, and the door rang at this time. Then a familiar voice asked: "Xiao Song, I slept well yesterday, I didn't meet anything, Xiao Song, are you okay?" It was the foreman's voice.

Lao Song came to the spirit at this time, and the nature of young people pretending to be 13 can be seen at a glance, no matter what era it is. He calmly said, "It's okay, it's okay." Then he walked out the door. The workers were amazed to see that he slept well and was full of energy. On the other hand, this group of workers looked gloomy and sleepy-eyed, and it turned out that they had listened to the movement next door all night yesterday. They heard the conversation between Lao Song and the old lady, and also heard Lao Song's loud snoring. So everyone cheered Lao Song as a hero, a real hero.

Speaking of this, Lao Song didn't speak, he took a sip of wine and ate a few mouthfuls of food, was silent for a long time, and then said: "That was the first time I wet the bed when I grew up, and it was also the first time I coaxed, but fortunately it was the last time." "I think a lot of times, bold people and heroes are boasted of in addition to the big nerves they are born with. The idiom of three people becoming a tiger may not be suitable here, but it can indeed express this meaning, if you keep talking about a person, for example, he is a handsome guy, and there are more people talking about it for a long time, even if he is an ugly monster, he will think that he is a handsome guy. This is actually a kind of psychological suggestion created around it. So I think the reason why a hero becomes a hero is not only that he has a hero's heart and the courage of a hero, but also a group of people who like to say that he is a hero.

In the next four years of work, Lao Song was constantly called Song Daring, Song Yingying and the like by the employees of the factory. He never feared anything since, including the one that left him scarred and the two fingers he was missing.....

2 Old Song's fingers

I sold two guanzi in the last chapter, Lao Song's fingers and Lao Song's scars on his face. To tell the truth, Lao Song's face is full of scars, 95 years old Song was laid off, after the collapse of a state-owned unit, Lao Song opened a barbecue stall, and business was not bad. By the age of 97, Lao Song already had a little money, and one night after he stopped two hooligans from molesting a little girl, he was retaliated by four people in front of the stall and his face was covered with blood, and that time Lao Song really didn't coerce. Even if he was covered in blood, he smashed a beer bottle and plunged it into a person's stomach, but he was finally outnumbered and cut to the ground, which had nothing to do with the topic, but only explained why his face was full of scars.

Next, let's explain why the previous chapter is so short and not thriller.,I'm just going to open this post just to tell you about the weird stories I encountered.,Or I'm more than 80% sure it's a supernatural story that is true.,I don't feel thrilled in the previous story.,But he's really real.,Imagine a big man in a hairy guy who is more than 30 years younger than himself.,And it's your boss in front of admitting that he was scared to pee his pants is a shameful thing.。 And if all this is just to make up a ghost story that is not thrilling, I think either Lao Song has a problem or I have a problem. So not only from Lao Song's habit of taking a sip of wine and a few bites of food and then being silent for a long time, but also from this point I also judged that Lao Song's story has an 80% possibility, and I will tell you about it.

Let's talk about Lao Song's fingers, in one night it was still the same scene, two bottles of good wine and a few good dishes, Lao Song and I spent another story night, after a few glasses of wine, Lao Song raised his hand and asked me: "Little ghost, guess how my finger fell?" I shook my head, and then guessed: "Was someone cut down in a fight, or was someone chopped up for gambling?" Lao Song slapped me and scolded: "Heap you to death (Henan dialect), am I such a useless person?" It's also out of the thousands. My fingers are involved in two stories, do you want to hear them? With that, he gestured to his empty cup with his eyes, and I hurriedly refilled the wine for him and me, and the two touched one, and then he told the following story.

(To be continued)