Seeing Liu Yihong and his wife carefully patting Uncle Li's ass as if they were serving robbers, I drank a few bottles of beer, and when I came to urinate, I said hello and went out to find the bathroom.

It is said that it is only October, and the temperature is not too cold, not to mention that there are vertical air conditioners everywhere in this Jianxing Hotel, and the temperature is very constant. But as soon as I entered the men's guard, I was so cold that I was smart.

When peeing in the nicely sealed WC room, I even felt a slight cold breeze blowing in my face, as if someone was fanning the wind with their hands in front of you.

After peeing out, I went to wash my hands at the sink, and saw a fat man in his twenties stumbling in, and then pouting his fat belly that can probably throw out meat oil, lying on the sink and putting a flower (a kind of fireworks that resembles incense and sparks when lit), it seems that this guy has not drunk less.

Because there were four sinks side by side, I endured my nausea and went to the fourth sink to wash my hands. At this time, the fat man spoke: "What the hell are you here to make a fuss, you also pee your hands?" ”

I see, there is no one else in this bathroom, just the two of us, talking to me, but I don't know him. Sorry, talking drunk. So I didn't take a stubble, and just as I was about to leave after washing my hands, the fat man spoke again: "What the fuck are you doing in the men's bathroom, you pervert." ”

Damn, Lao Tzu is thinner, but you can't kick your nose in the face, and you can't squeeze Lao Tzu with three notoginseng pimple words, it's just a naked provocation, and Uncle Neng can't bear to admit it.

I was really anxious, and I drank some wine, so I picked up the mop in the bathroom and yelled at the fat man: "Damn, you're not finished, aren't you, you're not a social person, you're still nagging about society, you want to do the whole thing, right?" ”

The fat man was stunned, and asked me with a mouthful of wine: "What do you mean, buddy, the small physique is not big, the exhaust volume is not small, a few cylinders, hehehe......"

"Don't, say what you want." When I was a child, I was ghosted not because I didn't want to fight back, but because I didn't have a chance to fight back.

But this fat man is a big living person, playing me like this, if you don't come up with some blood, am I swollen and respectful, can I still be regarded as a young man in the Northeast?

"No, buddy, what's wrong, didn't I just say a few words about that dead old ghost, you said he was too, a sissy without a handle, and he always ran to the men's toilet, I came to Jianxing a few times, and I could meet him in the toilet when I came back, how responsive. No, you two are...... Relatives? It's not like ah, although you don't have strong yang energy, but you are indeed panting. ”

"Y-What the hell are you talking about?" I thought to myself, this fat man either drank too much. Either he was deliberately scaring me, just the two of us in this bathroom, who the was talking to, and he was looking behind me.

"Oh,, drink well (De'er: the sound of den, a sound, in the Northeast dialect, it is generally used to describe people who lack heart and eyes, and it is also used to describe drinking too much), forget that you can't see ghosts, misunderstanding, misunderstanding. Just now I saw him coming out of the bathroom with you, probably peeking at you, so I couldn't help but say a few words to him. ”

I stayed for 1/3 of a second, then let out a long Mongolian howl, jumped up and hid straight behind the fat man. Because, more than ten years of veteran experience of being ghosted told me that what the dead fat man said is true, and I do feel the feeling I don't want to feel the most?? There's a ghost behind me!

", you're just a little bit of urine," Seeing that I was so frightened, the fat man couldn't help but laugh, "Didn't you just be a gentleman, and you still have to fight with me." However, although the fat man is not forgiving, but the person is still good, seeing that I am really scared, he scolded at the empty bathroom: "Laugh ** Mao, you are a second pancreatic goods (Northeast dialect: a derogatory name for pseudo-Niang and the like), one day Biao Ye is happy, and you have to accept you." ”

Seriously, at that time, watching this fat man scolding the street in the air alone, I really felt a trace of weirdness and fear, and even wondered if this fat man was a psychopath, and sincerely played with me here.

At this moment, some men and women began to point around the bathroom, probably muttering in a low voice: What is the situation, a fat man dances and spits in the bathroom and scolds Sanqi'er, and a thin man pouts and hides behind and shivers, whether he is drinking fake wine or hysteria in broad daylight. When I saw that there were more and more onlookers, I couldn't help but blush, and the fat man who was scolding more and more excited: "Dude, okay, let's go, your mother called you home for dinner." ”

", don't mind, Biao Ye is scolding hard, okay, it's almost a few sentences, or it's like a pee, it's not funny." Hey, I've only seen people who are addicted to playing online games, mahjong, and hanging horses, but I've never heard of such a big addiction to scolding. At this moment, even the hotel security guard came over: "Let Rang let Rang, what's the matter, who is playing drunk in this Gada?" ”

Oops, this made me ashamed, and I dragged the fat man hard: "You are my living father, can you go." "Pull hard, and finally get this fat man out of the bathroom. When he was about to leave the bathroom, the fat man turned his face and shouted inside: "You're fucking happy, believe it or not, I chopped your thing and sprinkled some chili noodles to roast, your uncle." ”

Standing in the lobby of the hotel, I handed the fat man a cigarette: "Dude, the acting is good, I have to admit that you really scared me." "Although I pretended to be relaxed, the familiar and strong feeling of meeting ghosts in the bathroom was too strong, and I couldn't help but want to set the fat man's words to see if he really had yin and yang eyes or was there to tease me and have fun.

The fat man took the cigarette and took a deep breath, and then looked at me with a smile: "Little, what about playing with buddies, want to talk?" Anyway, Tang Seng Xitian has to give some 'personnel', little brother, you are always embarrassed to let me work with you here (Northeast dialect: Ganla refers to drinking with an empty mouth, which can also be understood as chatting about some unnutritious words for no reason). ”

To be honest, although this fat man has a face that his parents didn't pay too much attention to when they made him, and he can't talk very well, but for some reason, I feel quite close to him, because, under his cynical appearance, I can vaguely feel his old ways and warmth.

Actually, my sixth sense has always been quite sensitive, and this is probably the potential that is stimulated by always encountering ghosts. Moreover, I really don't want to go back to see Uncle Li pretending to be a ghost, just when this fat man wants to knock on my bamboo bar, I simply invite the fat man out for a barbecue.

Someone said, you and this fat man have never known each other in their lives, why do you invite people to dinner as soon as they meet, isn't this a bit unreasonable.

To put it bluntly, I came to Jakesh alone, I didn't have any friends, I followed Uncle Li every day to pretend to be a ghost, and from time to time I really had to catch ghosts, sometimes I was really depressed, and I needed to find a peer to talk to. I met this fat man today, and when I saw that this master was a heartless and dissolute master who didn't take it seriously when the sky fell, he was eating for me, isn't it just the money for a meal, and it's not enough for you to go to psychological counseling. What's more, I'm really curious about whether he really has yin and yang eyes.

After leaving the Jianxing Hotel, I and this fat man found a barbecue restaurant nearby. If you want to say that this Yakesh is close to Hailar, it is good, a yard of grassland style, the barbecue restaurant is next to each other, at night, the street is full of smoke, like a fairyland, that is, the gods have to wear masks, or PP scratching.

Let's say that after the two of us arrived at the barbecue restaurant, the fat man gritted his back molars and ordered 20 skewers of beef, 20 skewers of mutton, 20 skewers of roast pork skin, plus two bags of beer. I said in my heart that this guy was hungry, no, didn't he drink straight up at the Jianxing Hotel just now, and the master who can eat in Jianxing, why is he hungry like this?

Probably saw my question, this fat man hehehe: "What's the matter, I feel sorry for the silver, hey, I'm joking with you." Do you want to ask me why I'm so hungry, let me tell you, buddy just ate with someone with an ID card, you have to be reserved, understand? Damn, I didn't eat anything, I starved to death, eh, I'll eat some first. ”

Seeing the skewers coming up, this guy was really not polite, squeaked a sip of wine, took a sip of skewers, like pouring dirt boxes, and after a while, more than 20 skewers were made into the wind, and then a long burp mixed with meat skewers, beer, aged tartar, stomach pantothenic acid and other mixed tastes, then looked at me with satisfaction: "Ah, what do you want to ask, ask." ”

The fat man's words made me laugh, where the is this, the whole thing is the same as during the interrogation.

"Let's get to know each other first, my name is Yang Xiaokai, what is your surname?"

"Oh, Kaizi, my name is Wang Yifei, a soaring fly, just at my parents to give me this name, not spoonful sex (Northeast dialect: unstable, unreliable), just me fat, take off on Boeing 747 is hard, and fly a hair, hahaha" This fat man's thinking beats too actively, people say Qianmen Louzi, he said machine gun head, and, quite familiar, what, just call me Kaizi.

As the old saying goes, as long as the wine is in place, the small snort is sparse, how can men get closer to each other? Drink alcohol. I not only knew that his ungodly parents worked hard to get him into high school as a history teacher, but also knew that he didn't want to be a teacher at all, but wanted to join the underworld.

"Well, I say, how can you see a ghost?" Just at his crooked hand, the natural behavior in his heart, if you want to say that he is an Armani hooligan, I believe it, but if you want to say that he can open the eyes of heaven, I am really vague. If you want to say that I have become yin, I don't dare to go out as long as the wind exceeds the third level, and I can't see ghosts, so how can I open my yin and yang eyes when I can bake sweet potatoes?

"Hey, hey, hey, Kaizi (he's still called addicted, I don't know if he really doesn't understand or pretends to be confused), to tell you the truth, these two eyes of my buddy have a lot of origins, it's the day breaks the yang, the night breaks the yin......"

"Yin, your sister, you fucking are the black Bao Zheng who doesn't understand "master" during the day. "I'm so happy.

Wang Yifei's face was straight: "To tell you the truth, I'm really ...... Hey, hey, I'll go, where the did you come from? Damn, what kind of world, what the hell are you still popping up? ”