"Classmate Mo Ming, is your home on the old street?"

Qiu Yanzi and Mo Ming walked on the new street after leaving the school gate, Qiu Yanzi came to Qingchuan Town from the metropolis not long ago, and they have been shuttling between school and home, and they have not visited this large-scale rural town.

"Yes."

"How does the old street compare to the new street? Which is more interesting?"

"Well, I don't know how to compare. But, Lao Cai's words are not so noisy."

Mo Ming can only think of this one word, in fact, the old street is also very lively, but this kind of liveliness is different from the liveliness of the new street, the old street is more disorderly, more complicated, more diverse. This may seem contradictory, but it's actually very apt and different from modern rules. It seems to be another world separated from steel and concrete, and those who pursue romance may love it even more.

"I haven't been there yet, can you take me there?"

Qiu Yanzi stopped with a smile, looked at Mo Ming, and asked for his opinion.

"Yes, but now, it might not be that interesting."

"Why?"

"The shops are basically closed."

Qiu Yanzi was stunned, his face was shocked, and he couldn't believe what Mo Ming said.

"This...... It's six o'clock, right?"

"Yes, it's a little late, but if you go around four o'clock, it's quite lively."

"It's ...... late"

Cultural differences? No, no, it should be the difference in the environment, in the capital, this time is the time when the crowd is the most dense, but Mo Ming told her that the market is closed, which is really refreshing.

"Let's go, if you go now, you should still be able to eat meatballs."

Mo Ming is not particular about eating, but he is obsessed with the small meatball shop on the old street.

"There's a ball! Sounds good, but I haven't eaten a few mouthy pastries here."

Qiu Hinako stood on her tiptoes excitedly, her eyes flashing with greed.

Pastry...... Whether she made a mistake or not, Mo Ming was a little confused, but he still took her with him.

The so-called Old Street is not very old, it was built in the nineties, and only compared to the new street, she can be regarded as an old man.

The five-meter-wide street shuttles straight through two rows of three-story houses, the ground is paved with the most common cement, and occasionally motorcycles speed by, and the old people on the street are frightened, blurt out, panting, and make people look full of sympathy. There are no more turning tri-colored lights on the streets, and the newly opened beauty shops have banned the barbershops that were popular all over the country in those days, so where are the fashionable young people who dye their colorful curly hair? Maybe he has returned to calm, let go of the idea of fighting and killing, got married and had children, or cut his capable flat head and ran around in the big city. The history of haircuts is endless, but the master who shaves and massages the middle-aged and elderly people who are lazily leaning on the door with a clipper is still standing.

Qiu Yanzi walked on this street, adding some emotion, if his childhood was here, he would definitely be able to better understand Mo Ming and them.

"Luckily, the Maruko shop is still open."

After walking a few hundred meters with Qiu Yanzi, Mo Ming saw the ball shop that he was still going to until now.

"Is this the meatball shop...... That's a ball......

Qiu Yanzi was stunned, it was a little different from what he imagined, it should be said that it was very different.

About four meters wide store, the signboard is a dark blue cotton cloth, on which are written in orange and yellow "sugar balls" three words, the words are handwritten, empty and strong, not to talk about calligraphy, outside the store is a bench without seats, and the balls are neatly placed on the side of the stall, saying that the balls are absolutely balls, nothing else. Five deep-fried sugar balls with a radius of two centimeters are skewered with bamboo skewers, which look fluffy and lose out to those colorful Western-style cakes.

It's been about ten years, maybe it's more, at that time you could buy a string of five balls for one yuan, and it still does, and the price changes don't seem to apply here.

Mo Ming bought ten strings of balls from the middle-aged proprietress who was very white and a little chubby, and then handed five strings to Qiu Yanzi, Qiu Yanzi was stunned and took it, and saw Mo Ming sitting on the bench and eating them one by one.

After Qiu Yanzi tried to take a bite, his expression was a little subtle, and after a while, he stretched out his whole body and looked at Mo Ming happily.

"Delicious!"

Mo Ming was a little confused, it turned out that children in the metropolis were used to eating this kind of snack.

"Just to your liking."

"It's really good, although it looks a little ordinary, but the sugar content is just right, and it's really comfortable."

"Don't finish eating yet."

Qiu Yanzi was a little puzzled, and when she was about to ask why, the proprietress squinted her eyes, smiled and took two cups of emerald barley tea, and handed them to the two.

"Oh, thank you."

Qiu Hinako paused, then took the green cylindrical porcelain cup, and after saying "thank you", the proprietress turned around with a smile and returned to her original position, and the three of them were harmoniously at the door of the store.

After taking a sip of barley tea, the hot flow poured into the stomach, and the whole body was charged, Qiu Yanzi naturally closed his eyes and inhaled.

"It's a good feeling to be slow."

"Have you finally understood my state of mind?"

Mo Ming was excited for a while, as if he had found a friend in his heart, his face was close to Qiu Yanzi, and his eyes lit up.

"That's not the same thing......

Decadence and leisurely cannot be equated, Qiu Yanzi smiled and dodged.

Mo Ming was a little frustrated, thinking that he was ......

Eating the balls in a big gulp, watching the children on the street chasing after him, and the bouncing of a football on the ground, Mo Ming looked a little deeper, and couldn't help but evoke a memory.

"Minister, tell you a story?"

Qiu Yanzi looked shocked, as shocked as he saw a flying duck in the village, Mo Ming wants to tell a story? This kind of person who is too troublesome to talk will take the initiative to tell a story? A 100 word miniature novel?

"Your expression...... It's too much."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I just thought it was a little shocking......

"Long-winded...... I won't talk about it."

"No, I'll listen!"

"Okay."

Mo Ming swallowed four balls in one gulp, then took a sip of barley tea, recalled the incident, and looked at the football that no longer had "dong dong dong".

"It was when I was about 1st grade, and one day after school, I was playing ball alone on the old street, and there were basically no cars or people on the street at that time, so I was a little presumptuous. I accidentally kicked it hard and let the ball fly far in a beautiful arc, and when I rushed over it with hindsight, I found that the ball had slipped into a two-story building.

I don't know that family very well, I should say I don't know it at all. But I was going to pick up the ball, so I still plucked up the courage, knocked on the door, and shouted a few words into the house, is there anyone? There was no response, I think there should be no one in the house, this is actually very common, there used to be a lot of people on the street during the day are not locked, so I cautiously walked into the room, and told myself in my heart that I was just picking up a ball, and I would leave after picking it up. Step by step on the wooden floor, the mud on my feet was a little imprinted on it, I felt very embarrassed, and finally after a while, I walked through the hall, walked to the corner of the stairs, bent down to pick up the dirty ball, just wanted to get up, I felt a pair of eyes staring at me, no, it should be many pairs, like a cat in the night.

I was a little curious, and lowered my head to the bottom of the stairs, and found that there seemed to be a hole at the bottom, and I walked over, and found that at the back of the stairs, there were several stairs leading to a basement, and the sights of many pairs of eyes came from there......

Mo Ming's storytelling does not have that kind of deliberate rendering, it is very bland, it is obviously not qualified enough, if the tone does not fluctuate, it is not a horror story, but Qiu Yanzi is still fascinated by it, according to the plot, it should be the climax, she is a very polite girl, although she has a lot of questions in her heart, she can't help it, and she doesn't interrupt Mo Ming's narration once, which is respect for the storyteller.

Mo Ming choked at his throat, causing a burst of nervous breath to disperse.

"I walked down tremblingly, the light in the basement was not turned on, so that I didn't know the height of the stairs, after going down the last step, I took another step down, my center of gravity was unstable, my feet twisted, I fell on the wooden floor, and rolled for a few weeks, I felt hit something hard, I held my head in pain, my body curled up, I just opened my eyes with difficulty, a pair of blue deep eyes also fell in front of me and stared at me, as if it was more emotional, this rich feeling made my mind blank, after a long time, With the faint light coming from the staircase, I was able to see what was in front of me, and it was a wooden puppet like me, which was very realistic."

Mo Ming said this, stopped, calmly looked at Qiu Yanzi's eyes, expecting her reaction, Qiu Yanzi choked up, revealing that kind of look that was both frightened and curious.

"The old man has a saying, don't take pictures, because people's souls will be sucked away, and don't make sculptures for the living, which is a great disrespect.

No matter how you look at the puppet in front of me, it is a model of a real person, and I was scared for the first time, this is what the old man said about making a statue of the living. I stood up in some panic, but I saw dozens of these eyes staring at me, their eyes like the transparent marbles I usually play with. But after such a combination with wood, I felt that the value of marbles could be increased countless times, as if it had given a puppet a soul.

I wanted to escape quickly, so I groped by the stairs, unfortunately I accidentally pressed a switch, the small room was illuminated, and the sudden light made me subconsciously block the light with my palm, and then closed my eyes, and only dared to open them after a while, but it seemed that it would be better not to open them. The sight was truly striking, dozens of dolls neatly arranged on the wall on rows of doorless lattices, all of them life-size, but all of them were children, I didn't dare to look at them, but my eyes were attracted to them, and when I got closer, I recognized that they were all children from the town, because I knew several of them.

I had a bold conjecture at the time, and there might be ...... in it That's right, there was me, I looked at me for a while, like looking in a mirror, except that my eyes were more divine than mine, there seemed to be no difference in other places, I kept staring into my eyes, sinking into them like drowning, I couldn't extricate myself, and finally, when I heard a little noise outside, I instinctively pulled my legs and ran, not even caring about the ball, and of course not turning off the lights."

Mo Ming said this, and then paused for a long time, he thought that he had finished speaking, but before Qiu Yanzi could speak, Mo Ming looked at her and told her with his eyes that the story was over.

"Is it over?"

Qiu Yanzi regretted it and felt a little frightened.

"Hmm."

"Is this real?"

"If it's a dream, then this dream is a little too long, and I still remember the four arithmetic that the teacher taught that afternoon very clearly."

It's normal to know that this kind of thing is too fantastical, and it's normal not to believe it, but as a story, it's already qualified.

"That's not going to be good...... The owner of those dolls."

Qiu Yanzi was very worried, what happened next? What did Mo Ming suffer again? Qiu Hinako became scared. Mo Ming knew what she was afraid of, and if she looked at it from the perspective of a high school student, it was obvious that the owner of the collection of these dolls was either a pervert or a pedophile, because it was too unreasonable.

"What's next? I want to know what's next!"

Qiu Yanzi adjusted his sitting posture and leaned forward, all of which were a little pressed on Mo Ming's body, and the distance between the eyes of the two was very close, which made Mo Ming can't help but recall the puppet who once looked at him.

"The story...... Wouldn't that be a good ending......

Mo Ming didn't want to go on, because the things that followed were not interesting at all.

"But I want to know!"

Very eager, very addicted, Mo Ming regretted telling this guy about this kind of "supernatural event".

"Okay...... Well, I'll tell you, but you may be disappointed."

"If you know the truth, you won't be disappointed!"

Mo Ming was a little helpless, rubbed his forehead with his thumb, and began the next decryption link.

"When I looked at my puppet, I noticed that his face was a little asymmetrical, that is, the corner of his mouth was a little bulging, and I covered my left cheek in a trance, and I felt a pain. It turned out that I had tooth decay at that time, and my face was red and swollen, and it looked like a doll. I thought about it for a while, and I wondered why this was happening.

At that time, it occurred to me that this puppet had only recently been made. But how do you make it? I thought for a long time, with photos? It might not be realistic, I don't remember any of my photos being lost, and cameras weren't common in the countryside at the time. No one will be filming me, right? What's going on here?

Come to think of it, there is only one possibility. That is, in an art class, Mr. Zhou asked us to use plasticine to print on our faces and make soil masks. When I guessed this, I realized that those people were my classmates? It's amazing that I don't even remember their faces. Got a fork...... Later, in the next art class, Mr. Zhou brought all the dolls and gave each student their own dolls."

After Mo Ming finished speaking, he couldn't help laughing.

"That's it! That's right."

Qiu Yanzi suddenly realized that it was the teacher's surprise.

"Mr. Zhou, I used to be an artist, but I didn't understand what an artist was, maybe I was a master of making clay masks or puppets. After graduating from university, the artist wandered outside for many years, and he worked as an artist, and then he returned to the countryside for some reason and became an art teacher, teaching us country kids how to draw instead of making dolls."

"And this kind of story, it's amazing."

"It's amazing in retrospect."

Mo Ming raised his head and looked at the sky, if he experienced these things now, I am afraid that there would only be that kind of horror full of conspiracy, and there would be less pure curiosity.

"That...... What about dolls?"

"Teacher Zhou has sent it to everyone."

Qiu Yanzi suddenly became a little eager to try.

"What about yours?"

"The old man said not to make sculptures for the living, which is disrespectful, so I didn't accept it."

"Huh? How so! I want to see Mo Ming when I was a child."

Qiu Hinako stood up, very dissatisfied.

"What can I do if I confiscate it......

Mo Ming has a bad feeling, does this guy want to do something again?

"Do you have one at home?"

"It should be...... I guess so......

"Where is Mr. Zhou's house?"

"Five more shops in front of you...... No...... What do you want to do......

Mo Ming became even more nervous.

"Of course, I'm going to visit Teacher Zhou!"

"Uh...... It's all about elementary school, and I'm afraid the teacher has forgotten about me."

"How could a teacher forget that he was a doll student?"

"That's a scary statement......

"Let's go!"

Qiu Yanzi took Mo Ming's hand and walked forward, and Mo Ming followed helplessly.

Forget it, let's take a look at Mr. Zhou.