ChineseTonight the moon is bright and the stars are scarce, I look out the car window, the road is paved with a faint silver frost, the moonlight is like water, and my heart is a little desolate.

"Anchor, the road without lights has arrived." Uncle Xie Ding parked the car at the intersection, "Will I send you in?" ”

"It's hard to walk inside, you don't have to worry about me." I took out the money and handed it to Uncle Xie Ding, but he waved his hand again and again.

"You collect the fare, and you will be rewarded by your uncle in the live broadcast room. It's also very hard for you to do live broadcasts, go out early and return late, and you will be abused by all kinds of trolls for the eighteenth generation of ancestors, greeting the whole family, and sometimes your uncle is upset for you and wants to beat those unqualified guys to death. The uncle's palm swept over the "slightly" bald forehead, and there was a feeling of scolding Fang Xuan and pointing at the country.

I smiled and insisted on leaving the fare: "You must collect this money, otherwise if I have an accident today, you will also be implicated." ”

Putting the fare on the co-pilot, I opened the car door and looked at the dilapidated old town, which is the only place where the roots of the people of the old Jiangcheng are re-planned in today's large-scale expansion of the new area of the city.

"Anchor! Add a WeChat and contact you often in the future. Uncle Xie Ding also ran out of the car with me, holding his two mobile phones: "Buckle, WeChat, uncle still has a Momo account, why don't we fan each other?" ”

"Brother, it's not good for you to be involved too deeply with me, it's still the same sentence, don't watch my live broadcast in the future." I smiled wryly: "Actually, many of the scenes you see in the live broadcast are not fictional, most of them are real, those bloody corpses, crazy perverts, and ghosts who follow behind you at some point." ”

"Yes, uncle knows in his heart that this is your industry insider." Uncle Xie Ding looked like he was silent and sound, and everything was silent: "What you say is what, okay?" Uncle wants a WeChat, not too much, right? ”

Ordinary people will probably never believe my words until they have experienced a real horror, obviously I gave advice at the beginning of every live broadcast, but no one has ever taken it to heart.

I couldn't stand Uncle Xie Ding's nagging, I said my WeChat and added friends with him.

"The pinnacle of happiness? Anchor, your name is manic! ”

"Brother, let's go, I still have business to do." In fact, it is also a great benefit for me to have Uncle Xie Ding as a friend, when I am in the game and cannot get out of trouble, I can ask Uncle for help and consider the whole thing from the perspective of an outsider.

It's just that there are two things that make me more worried, first, I'm afraid that my uncle will leak my information, and second, I'm afraid that he will be targeted by the underworld show or other enemies because he has too much to do with me.

After walking more than ten meters away, I turned my head to see that the taxi was still parked in the same place, and Uncle Xie Ding lifted the front cover of the car and was checking.

"What's going on? Didn't I have a good time all the way here? Although I was puzzled, I didn't pay much attention to it and walked quickly into the unlit road.

After 11 o'clock in the evening, the intricate alleys are already dark, and most of the residents here are authentic Laojiangcheng people, and they rarely have the habit of going out late at night.

The moonlight sprinkled on the ground, although there were no lights in the alley, but it didn't have much impact on me, and many live broadcasts have made me accustomed to the dark.

Walking deeper into the alley, I found the white goods store I saw when I first came to the unlit road.

The roller shutter door is ajar, and you can vaguely see the paper house spirit horse and wreath Shou Buddha inside.

Knocking on the door, I crouched down and burrowed into the store: "Excuse me." ”

In the room, there was an old man in his seventies who was sitting on a chaise longue, his hands flipping, and he was tied with paper goods, and his trade used to be called a special name - paper maker.

When I came late at night, the old man just looked up at me, and then continued to work on the paper: "You're here to return the umbrella, right?" ”

When he reminded me of this, I remembered that when I first arrived on the unlit road, it was dark and rainy outside, and the old man lent me a black umbrella for Qingming to go to the grave.

"Old man, I lent the umbrella to someone else, if you make a price, can I lose your money?"

I was about to withdraw money from my pocket, but the old man waved his hand to stop me: "I don't want your money, and you don't have the money I want." ”

"What do you mean by that?" I suddenly felt that this old man was speaking a little mysteriously, his eyes were squinting, and I was not in a hurry to leave.

After the old man finished the paper work in his hand, a white and fat female doll appeared in his hand, which had not yet been colored, so it looked quite scary: "During the Qingming Festival, it rains, and the road is broken, I borrow your umbrella for the dead, you have to give me money, and you have to give me the money for the dead." ”

I smiled helplessly: "Old man, I don't have any money for the dead, I lent you an umbrella to a crazy old lady, she was looking for her little grandson in the alley that night, I saw that she was helpless and pitiful, so I gave her the umbrella." ”

The old man took out a box of some age from under the wooden table, and when he opened it, it was covered with various watercolors. Unlike pigments made from modern chemical raw materials, these pigments have a strange smell and are not known to be made by grinding.

"If you can't pay it back, forget it, why make up a crazy old lady who doesn't have anything to do?" The old man dipped his brush in paint to color the paper dolls, and he was skillful in his skills and very good at painting.

"Old man, what I said is true." I told the old man exactly what I had met with the crazy old lady, but his reaction was flat, like a pool of deep water that never saw the bottom.

"I've lived in the old city for fifty or sixty years, and I've never seen the crazy old lady you said, we don't have this person here." The old man had finished the paper doll while he was talking, and he moved lightly, propped up a bamboo skewer inside the doll, and hung it at the door.

Compared to the first time, the old man's attitude towards me has improved a lot, which makes me feel like an opportunity.

The old man has lived on the unlit road for decades, and he must know this place better than I do.

"Old man, you've lived on the road without lights for so long, have you heard any rumors?" I organized the language, and on the premise of not angering the old man, I asked cautiously: "There are a lot of legends about you here on the Internet, what street lights will definitely be broken the next day, electric cars will pass by you late at night will suddenly run out of power, and the most terrible thing is that if you get lost in the alley at night, it may not be a person if you meet a person occasionally." ”

After listening to my words, the old man put down the paper work in his hand and glanced at me lightly: "The person you meet is not a person, what will it be?" ”

When he asked me rhetorically, I didn't know how to speak: "I'm also hearsay, don't be angry." ”

"Those on the Internet are all made up, and there are no street lights here at night because of the aging lines, and it is a place that is about to be demolished, so no one has come forward to repair it. The urban area is comprehensively planned, and the old city is a key demolition project, and this Jiangcheng will soon no longer be called Jiangcheng. The old man sighed a little and put the brush on the wooden box: "The times are different, I have been tying paper all my life, and now I hope that the day I leave, someone can tie the paper for me to die." ”

"Old man, you are physically strong, and it is absolutely no problem to live to be a hundred years old."

"Come early, come late, come sooner or later, go early and leave late, you have to leave sooner or later." The old man looked at me pointedly: "I don't need you to return the umbrella, hurry up and do what you have to do." ”

"What to do?" I clenched my fists in both hands: "I hope you will always make it clear." ”

"Only you know what you should do, I'm an old man who ties paper, and half of my feet have stepped into the coffin, how can I show you clearly?" After speaking, the old man got up and looked at the clock on the wall, lit two sticks of white ash, and turned off the lights in the room.

He took the paper doll he had just tied and walked to the unlit road, and then lit a fire to burn the paper figure to ashes: "Send the soul!" ”

The old man's voice sounded with a peculiar charm, and when the ashes drifted in the wind, he patted me on the shoulder: "In the future, you should come to the road without lights, people die like lights go out, and there are no living people on the road without lights." ”

He coughed twice, bent down and went back inside, closing the door.

"No living people on the road without lights?" I'm isolated in the intricate alleys, and I can't tell which way I came.

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