"How much do you drink to become this bear? Okay, you ......."

Ah Mao was put out of the box by the two of them, and after being put in the car, he was spread out in the back seat like mud, Zhou Hao closed the car door and waved his hand outside the car: "This dog's stupidity has been drunk, you go first in the second half of the show, and I will send him home first." With that, he started the car and drove out.

The lights are on; It was August, the heat wave outside the car was rolling, and the big white legs of the young lady on the street shook Zhou Hao's greasy face with the word happiness, and from time to time he slammed his mouth obscenely and made a sound of "tsk...", and pointed to a great China sigh: "It's still summer, meow!" ”。

"Hmm—" came a slightly approving response from the back seat.

With a simple floor brake, accompanied by the shaking sound of the ABS anti-lock braking system, Ah Mao, who was lying in the back seat, hit the back of the front seat and then simply fell, the action was done in one go, very chic!

Zhou Hao's hands were still motionless at the moment in a state of clutching the steering wheel, and his obscene face had been frightened white, and it seemed that the big white legs all over the street made him completely forget that there was still a person lying in the back seat.

"Don't you know that scaring people can scare people to death! You can't wake up to a normal point, are you doing it on purpose, are you doing it on purpose!! Oh my little heart, shit..."Zhou Hao slapped his chest with a bang.

"Aren't you drunk? Why did you wake up so quickly, you forced the wine out after practicing internal skills on a dog day? ”

Ah Mao rubbed his head with one hand, and slowly supported it with the other: "I pretended, hehe!" I didn't see those guys who kept engaging in wheel warfare to pour me, so I either confessed it sooner and went to the hospital to get a hangover injection; I said how long has your car not been washed, and I was dusted..."

Zhou Hao threw a cigarette over: "When did you drink and learn to retreat?" Dog's old age?"

"Get out!" Ah Mao opened the car door: "I'll walk back, just dissipate the wine and say goodbye!"

Ah Mao got out of the car and was just about to turn around and leave, Zhou Hao stretched out his head and smiled cheaply: "It's almost half a month in July, don't walk around at night, be careful that the female ghost asks you for a tip~"

didn't wait for Ah Mao to scold back, Zhou Hao kicked the accelerator, and the car had already gone far away, Ah Mao looked at the five-handed Buick going away with blue smoke, smiled helplessly, lit a cigarette and turned his head to walk, but found that it was already near the old street.

There will be one or two old streets in any county, which seem out of place with the new city, but it is often in the center of the county, and the new city often radiates outward with it as the center, as if to tell people its past status.

The bluestone slab street less than four meters wide, the old brick and wood structure houses are crowded on both sides of the street, some are blue bricks, some are red bricks, and even a few two-story small buildings with pure wooden structures are rarely retained; There are many shops on the street and there are many signboards; This kind of old street often stores the taste of breakfast that you can never eat again, and the simple neighbors, which are often full of childhood memories.

At least it's Mao's childhood memories that his hometown is on this old street.

Ah Mao bought a bottle of water on a small cart at the corner of the street, the alcohol consumed a lot of water in his body, and after almost drying the whole bottle in one go, he had walked into this old street that he had not been here for a long time; The dim street lamps were sparsely arranged, and a black moth surrounded the lampshade.

Walking along the street, Ah Mao could say the name of almost every house, and on the outer wall of every house he was familiar with, there was a big word "demolition" written on it; Three years ago, most of the residents on the old street had signed a demolition contract, and it has not been demolished until now, thanks to the old and stubborn families, but nine of the ten families have moved away, and the once lively street is now extremely deserted.

People's emotions are easily amplified under the influence of alcohol, and at this moment, there is a huge gap between the lively pictures of the old street that continue to emerge in Ah Mao's mind and the cool reality at the glance, and sadness inevitably comes to his heart, Ah Mao sighed lightly, drank the last sip of water in the bottle and muttered: "Hey, why are you running here to find sadness, it's really hypocritical." ”

Ah Mao was about to turn into an alley and walk out of the old neighborhood, when suddenly, he faintly heard the sound of someone sobbing, in this dim and quiet environment, this intermittent sobbing sound was small, but it penetrated into Ah Mao's ears very strongly.

Ah Mao instantly felt that his scalp was about to explode, his head buzzed, and he forgot how to step out of his feet for a while, staying in place, his heartbeat accelerated instantly, and his palms were cold sweat.

Although Ah Mao never believed in the set of gods and ghosts, but this sudden sound with this environment, anyone will be confused, after a few seconds of calm, Ah Mao began to look around, and found that a house at the end of the west side of the old street was brightly lit, which was very conspicuous in this dark street, Ah Mao carefully listened to the intermittent sobbing sound that seemed to be mixed with the sound of talking, and the source was not where else could this family be.

Ah Mao's hanging heart fell: "That family is... Is it the Cheng family? I haven't moved out yet, but what are you doing with the lights on this big night? ”

Ah Mao walked to Cheng's house suspiciously, and only when he got a little closer did he see it, the door of Cheng's house was fully open, and people came in and out from time to time, there were a few wreaths on the red brick wall outside the door, and a black cloth was pulled at the lintel of the gate, and a piece of white paper was pasted on it to write "Cheng Gong Jinsong through the ages".

Under the black cloth sat a woman wearing filial piety clothes to hide her face and sob, while several people next to her kept comforting her; Looking inside, an ice coffin is placed in the center of the hall, the room is full of smoke, occasionally people go in to burn incense and kneel and worship, several people wear filial piety clothes to stand on both sides of the ice coffin, and when someone comes to burn incense, they kneel down to answer.

Ah Mao realized that it was the old man of the Cheng family who died.

This Cheng family lives on the west side of the old street, one of the demolition nail households, and Amao's hometown is on the east side. So at the moment, Ah Mao didn't get too close, and after figuring out what was going on, he was ready to leave.

Ah Mao turned to leave, but saw the two approaching each other; One person is about fifty years old, dressed in filial piety clothes, but Ah Mao recognized it, it is the eldest son of Old Man Cheng, and he saw and shouted Uncle Cheng when he was a child.

Uncle Cheng said to the other person with a humble attitude: "Brother Ling, my father left suddenly yesterday morning, and a few of our brothers have been busy working all day, and tomorrow relatives and friends are coming, why don't you invite a gentleman to do the work, this time is also like this..."

Uncle Cheng smiled wryly: "I didn't hear that eldest brother, you have come back recently, we are old neighbors, acquaintances and acquaintances, and I hope you will work hard for a few days to help our brothers take care of their father's funeral...", Uncle Cheng took out a stack of banknotes and stuffed them into the man's jacket pocket, and the man did not stop him, and was about to talk to Uncle Cheng after the banknotes were put into his pocket, but he found the oncoming Ah Mao.

"Are you...... That kid from the Zhang family, right? How many years have you been here, do you still recognize Uncle Ling? The man suddenly walked up to Ah Mao and said with a kind face.

It turns out that Ah Mao's surname is Zhang, and he didn't take a name until he was a child, until he was going to elementary school, and the adults in the family gave him the name Zhang Jixin.

"You, who are you??" Ah Mao was taken aback, stepped forward and looked at this person carefully, about sixty years old, thin but in good spirits, wearing an outdated summer dress with a good texture, gray hair, combed back neatly.

"Uncle Ling!!" Ah Mao blurted out, "After so many years, where have you been!" ”

Ah Mao was a little excited, and his eyes were hot: "Zhan, Ling Zhanyang, is he okay?" ”

"Good boy, I'm still worried about your hair." Uncle Ling stepped forward, patted Ah Mao's arm gently, lowered his head thoughtfully: "It's been seventeen years, hey..."

After a few steps, he stopped, and turned around.

"Xiao Mao, go back early, Zhanyang will come back in the next two days to clean up the things in his old house, isn't this going to be demolished soon, maybe, you will meet." After that, he walked towards the Cheng family.

Ah Mao stayed where he was, and only after a long time did he slowly turn around and walk out of the old street.