The cold noodles made by the old woman are really delicious, sour and spicy, with a little sweetness. After eating, I specially packed a bowl to take away, and before leaving, I asked my mother-in-law again:

"Li Wenjuan, how long have you been sick?"

"It's been years." The mother-in-law wiped her hands with a rag: "When did she get sick, the people in the factory don't know very well, this is still quite Lotus, saying that one day she suddenly fell to the ground and couldn't get up, cerebral hemorrhage." Eat, drink, and Lazar everything, all in bed, and blame the pitiful, but what is even worse is the old party, who guards her every day every inch, and can't go anywhere. ”

She sighed as she spoke, and I was about to leave when I saw a man coming down the stairs.

It's Fang Qing's birthday.

I saw that the old man was carrying a bag in his hand and looked left and right. I was standing in front of the jelly stall, because there was a sign across the door, and the old hair didn't notice my presence.

As he walked forward, his pace was very fast, and I followed him, about fifty meters away from him.

It's a very secluded trail and the time is around ten o'clock in the evening.

Looking up, I still saw the full moon in the sky, surrounded by a layer of light, quietly shrouded in the straight community road, dappled with lights in the residential buildings on both sides.

Fang Qingsheng shrunk his shoulders and kept moving forward, and this path seemed to have no end.

After a while, I saw him stop abruptly and turn to look behind him. There was a big tree right next to me, and I hid behind it, the shade of which was tall enough to block me.

Next to the residential building, there is the back door of a cancer hospital, and no one comes out of it during this time period. The security guard in the guard room was reading the newspaper, yawning from time to time, looking sleepy.

Carefully poking his head out from behind the trunk, I saw the old man squatting on the ground, with his back to me, as if he was looking down and fiddling with something.

I just looked at Lao Fang, and after a while, a fire rose from the ground in front of him, and in the smoke, he should be burning something.

Looking at it from my place, the old man squatted on the ground, looking terrible with his head down. In the light of that fire, it was like a vulture buried in its head and eating a dead body.

The night wind shook constantly, pulling his figure long, and the feeling became more and more eerie in the flickering of the firelight.

Finally, Lao Fang stood up, but he still looked down at the fire under his feet, and I saw clearly that it was a burning ball of paper money.

The night breeze blows, sending burning confetti flying all over the sky.

Because it was facing away from me, I don't know what the expression on Lao Fang's face was now, but at the moment I really felt a little abnormal, before the middle of the road burned, this scene was really a little too weird.

When the lump of paper money burned out, the old party finally moved.

But he didn't leave, but walked towards the green belt on the side.

Finding a relatively secret place, Lao Fang squatted down, took out a cigarette and lit it, as if observing something.

I still hid behind the tree and crouched down, so all night he stared at where the lump of paper money was, and I stared at him.

Although it is very secluded here, there are still people passing by from time to time, and the street lights at the entrance of the cancer hospital not far away are slightly lit, which illuminates the road really gloomy, and the pace of those people is also extremely fast.

When someone passed by, the old party was obviously a little nervous, and he would stare at that person tightly until the other party was far away.

I was very strange, but I couldn't figure out what the hell the old party was doing.

He stayed up all night, and he kept squatting there and keeping that motion.

But I couldn't take it anymore, and I almost fell asleep several times, but I tried to cheer myself up, but when I looked over there, I still found nothing.

That night, more than a dozen people passed by on that road one after another, but they all just passed by, nothing happened, and the old man only greeted them with his eyes each time, and then watched them leave.

It was like that all night.

In the morning, when the sky in the distance turned white, I looked up and saw that the shadow of the moon was gone, and the old man stood up.

He stretched, turned around and walked over to me.

I quickly hid on the other side of the tree trunk, and when the old man had disappeared at the end of the road, I ran to the place where he burned the paper just now, and saw what had happened to the low.

As soon as I got closer, I was taken aback.

I saw that around the confetti, a circle was drawn with white chalk, and the diameter was about one meter five, which should have been drawn by Lao Fang squatting in the middle and taking his body as the center of the circle.

The scrap of burnt paper was in the middle of the white circle, a small lump, like the center of a fixed circle.

What is this?

I'm confused.

At that moment, I heard someone crying in front of me, and when I looked up, I saw a woman in her forties leaning on another woman's shoulder and sobbing at the entrance of the cancer hospital.

Presumably her relatives had an accident, this is actually very common in hospitals, especially in this kind of tumor hospital, life and death are too normal.

Looking down, I looked at the white circle again, still not understanding what it meant.

So I pulled out my phone and took a picture of it.

I turned around and was about to leave, but I saw a man standing behind me.

It was a man, probably in his forties, surprisingly thin and not very good-looking. He just stood in front of me, staring straight at me with sunken eyes, as if he wanted to say something to me.

Looking down, I saw that there was no shadow under him, and I suddenly understood a little in my heart.

"You know me?"

"I don't know." He shook his head, and then said, "My wife is there, please go and talk to him, so that she will not be in pain, I am walking well, and I have no regrets." ”

Turning around, I glanced at the weeping woman again, and I understood the ghost's intentions, but I didn't do what he said.

I just said, "She'll pass, your wife, you're stronger than you think!" ”

With that, I walked through his body and left.

I know the ghost is watching me from behind, and he must be blaming me for being ruthless right now.

It's not that I'm ruthless, over the years, many ghosts have made such a request to me, after they pass away, they don't want to make their relatives too painful, and they always want to ask me to come over and bring a word or something.

With a compassionate heart, I agreed to the previous one.

But later, I found that doing this, not to mention whether others would treat me as a liar, even if they believed it, only added to people's pain, and other aspects did not help at all.

Simply, I just don't care.

After walking a few steps, I suddenly thought of something, turned around and asked the ghost, "Your body, where is it now?" ”