Chapter 2 Lao Tzu's life is not written in a preface
"It's July 31, 2016, and it's 11 p.m. sharp. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. biquge。 infoTomorrow the weather will be good in most parts of the country, and you must remember to bring an umbrella when you go out, which is a particularly good habit. I am your stranger, and I know you where I can't reach you. Good night. ”
The show Tata in the distance has been doing it for three years to this day.
Before graduating from college, he became a substitute host for a radio program.
Far Tata is a pure heartwarming radio show that is always tepid.
Yang Busan is a celebrity in the province, and he once hinted at Nosi, saying that if you need to, you can get you into the province, not to mention the high income, at least there is a hope.
Yang Busi scoffed at this, and Yang Busi said: "Do you know how many people are waiting to listen to me every day? There are thousands of them. ”
Yang Busan: "A lot, isn't it?" ”
Yang Busi: "No, there must be less, but you think, you watched the movie some time ago, the one that Zhang Jiajia changed from the book, so that the whole world passed by that." There's a clip in it that I remember, the one with the twin flashing lights turned on all over the city. So, you think, what a level of fan loyalty. It's awesome to think about. ”
Radio programs, heartwarming radio programs, usually take place at midnight.
The people on the street dispersed, the traffic surged and disappeared like a quick camera, and the moon came out to say goodnight to the sun in a very chic way.
The hearts of the people were quiet, so I could listen to everything you said.
On the way back, Yang Busi saw the little ghost under the stop sign again, and it also saw Yang Busi.
"Waiting for the last train?"
"Wait for Mom."
In recent days, Yang Busi has always seen this little ghost, seven or eight years old, holding a deflated blue ball in his arms.
Yang Busi took out a piece of yellow paper from his backpack, folded it, and lit it with fire.
"I'll send you."
"Don't."
"Your ball has deflated."
"I know." The little ghost looked down at the deflated blue ball in his arms, and his eyes showed a touch of sadness like an adult.
"It's the only thing my mom left me."
"Have you seen her?"
"No, I grew up with my father."
"Is she dead?"
"I don't know."
Seeing the pitiful appearance of the little ghost, Yang Busi lit a cigarette, and when he was halfway through the smoke, he took out a piece of yellow paper from his backpack, and this time Yang Busi folded a boat with a lantern hanging on it.
"Let's go, follow it to Mommy."
"Will I be able to find my mother?"
Yang Busi didn't reply, he bit his middle finger and dotted a drop of blood on the paper boat, and the paper boat flew in response, rising bigger and bigger in the process of circling.
Yang Busi raised his right hand lightly, and the little ghost was thrown into the lantern boat in mid-air by him at once.
Before the lantern boat left, Yang Busi lost something and went up, "Xiyang FM20.960, I think it's good to remember and recommend." ”
Yang Busi has never done this kind of thing, grandma said, people have lives, ghosts have ghosts, and the ghosts are not dispersed.
At this time, who can say clearly whether the excess has helped it or ruined other people's thoughts.
Grandma's words, every word, Yang Busi has never been convinced.
Grandma is a Buddhist, compassionate, thinking a lot and far.
Yang Busi can't do it, at best, he is a secular person, and he does things according to his mood.
"I grew up with my dad."
The little ghost's words stung Yang Busi, in Yang Busi's opinion, waiting for life and waiting, waiting for death, when is it a head, it is better to be straightforward, and let it go.
Life is in the world, the world is impermanent, it is difficult for your body, don't be difficult for your heart. If you are tired, don't be aggrieved.
Human fate is determined, good people are rewarded, and there can be a saying after all for what you do, so you don't need to think about it a lot, and you never write a preface to your life.
11:20, bus 375.
In 2016, it was also a loss to Xiyang, a broken place where birds don't, otherwise the car in front of me would have fallen off several pieces of paint and leaked yellow rust blue bus, which had to be regarded as a ghost car.
"Why are you again?"
The ticket seller muttered angrily.
"Why can't it be me, can't take a ride."
Yang Busi replied angrily.
"Yes, yes, but you come every day, and you don't let us work."
"What are you doing, look at your broken car, and then look at the turtle dress of the nineties on the two of you. Fool got into this car. ”
2016 is an era of silly people, and the car is already full of people after a while.
is different from the past, there are really people in this group of people today.
Yang Busi looked at the middle-aged man who was sitting by the window and leaning back to sleep after getting into the car, and sighed helplessly.
"Auntie, can you give me a face?"
Yang Busi came to the side of the ticket-selling woman, with a yindang face.
"With me, you have no face. Boy, this man should be damned, you can't control this. ”
"......"
The ticket seller interrupted Yang Busi's words, glanced at the back of the carriage with the corner of her mouth, turned her head to Yang Busi and said, "Look at the girl in the back, the white skirt is bleeding from the car, you look at the girl's face (sai), purple!" If you dare to participate in this matter, then the girl will tear you up if she can't do it. ”
Ghosts are divided into wild ghosts, unjust ghosts, resentful ghosts, and terrible ghosts.
Wild ghosts are divided into lonely souls and ghosts. A little ghost like waiting for his mother before is a ghost with no danger factor.
The unjust ghost is a little more powerful than the wild ghost, and when the sun is not prosperous, it is easy to be disturbed by the ghost qi of the unjust ghost, such as being sick and unlucky, and then it is not good to hang and jump off a building or something.
Resentful ghosts are very advanced, and they can directly physically attack living people, and can even use resentment to interfere with the other party's mind.
It takes a process for a ghost to harm someone, and if a ghost wants to kill a person, all he needs is a suitable opportunity.
Resentful ghosts are divided into ghost colors, blue, yellow, blue, purple and black, and the further they go, the more difficult it is to provoke.
"What's the matter, look at your bear-like appearance, don't worry, the third aunt will open the door and let you get off the train, and I have to protect you for the sake of the old lady."
"Who said I'm scared, I'm afraid of a fart here, I just feel very depressed watching a person from birth to death."
"Hmph, it's good to get used to it, you think the old lady told you to take 375 home before leaving, it's really to save you the fare. You have to get used to this kind of thing, you look at that man, he falls asleep after getting in the car, his eyes are small and white, and he has a typical four-white eye, and he may have done something great about his lack of virtue before, otherwise he could recruit this thing. You deserve to be dead, boy, I'll tell you......"
"Eh, slow down, don't fall."
Yang Busi is generally a kind person, provided that he does not hurt himself.
At the level of a purple (sai) resentful ghost, if a man is replaced by a little woman like Yang Busan, Yang Busi may really be able to spare his old life and become a hero.
As for now, running away is the king's way.