"Come on~ be happy~ have ~ a lot of time anyway......"

Ah Mao was woken up by the angry ringtone of the mobile phone, rubbed his eyes and slid off the phone.

"Is it the smell of sleep on a dog day? Come down for breakfast! I'm in the breakfast shop at the entrance of your community. Zhou Hao shouted on the phone.

Ah Mao washed up and went downstairs, and when he entered the store, he saw Zhou Hao, who was gobbling up, and asked for a bowl of beef rice noodles: "Did I play after I left last night?" It's only past six o'clock, brute, are you looking for me to go to the park to practice Tai Chi? ”

"Don't mention it! My stomach was all empty last night, shit! I woke up hungry at five o'clock this morning. Zhou Hao stuffed half a tea egg into it and said vaguely: "Accompany me to check the car today?" A few days ago, someone came to the store to mortgage the car, I have to go and see the condition of the car, if it's okay, I can't drive two cars back to the store by myself, right? ”

This week, Hao is a classmate from Mao's junior high school to high school, Zhanyang took over the position of Mao's dead party after leaving, he didn't read in the second year of high school and fooled around in society, he opened a pawnshop a few years ago, and the business was doing okay.

"Another day, Zhanyang is back, I want to go to the old street today to see if I can find him."

Zhou Hao doesn't know Zhanyang, but after getting along with Ah Mao for all these years, I don't know how many times I have heard Ah Mao mention his childhood in Lao Cai, and he knows that Zhanyang is a knot and a regret in Ah Mao's heart.

"Boss, pay the bill!" Zhou Hao stood up after drinking the last sip of soup: "Let's go, go to the old street." ”

"Hmm." Mao nodded.

has been with Zhou Hao for so many years, and the two have never been hypocritical; They always support each other for things that the other person thinks are important, never asking for reasons or expressing gratitude.

The five-handed Buick emitting blue smoke stopped at the entrance of the old street, and even in the daytime, there were few people walking around the old street.

Ah Mao got out of the car and walked straight to his former home, and Zhou Hao followed behind all the way speechless; Ah Mao walked to the door of his hometown and looked at the opposite side, but found that the door on the opposite side that had been sprayed with a mouthful of bun filling by himself was hidden.

Ah Mao was about to raise his feet and walk to the opposite side, when the door of the Ling family squeaked, and it was opened from the inside, and the person who opened the door was none other than Uncle Ling, who he had seen last night.

Uncle Ling yelled at the door while dusting off the dust on his body: "There's nothing to move, so let's say so, wash your hands and let's have breakfast!" As soon as he finished speaking, Uncle Ling saw Ah Mao and Zhou Hao standing at the opposite door.

"Xiao Mao is here." Uncle Ling nodded, and said meaningfully, "Have you been waiting for the door to open for a long time?" Hehehe......"

"Uncle Ling!"

"Okay, Xiaomao, don't talk about it, I'll buy breakfast." After that, he bowed to the door, and then turned and went to the street to buy breakfast.

Ah Mao nodded, walked to the door of the Ling family, and slapped his hand a few times on the door panel that was already ajar.

"Bang, bang......"

"It's coming, it's so hungry, I say." A slightly impatient voice came from inside the door; As soon as the words fell, a person walked out of the door.

Yes, this person is the same height and age as Ah Mao, with fair skin, and a face that is still delicate but can no longer see the slightest childishness.

The two teenagers who were separated from each other in the Mid-Autumn Festival seventeen years ago looked at each other, who are now twenty-seven years old, and were speechless for a long time.

Suddenly, Zhan Yang showed a big smile, patted Ah Mao's shoulder and said, "The little overlord is broken, Contra doesn't have to play..."

Ah Mao's eyes were red: "Zhanyang, why did you come back......

Suddenly, a very discordant voice came from behind Ah Mao: "I said that the two of you kiss each other, and then go to the hotel to open an hourly room, okay??" Zhou Hao looked at the two people with obvious disdain: "I have goosebumps all over my body!" Men should drink and go back after a long absence! ”

Only then did Zhanyang find Zhou Hao, who was standing behind Ah Mao, and asked, "Haven't you asked this neuropath?" ”

"What did the dog say??" Zhou Hao's eyes widened, staring at Zhanyang, but unexpectedly, a lewd smile gradually climbed up to his face: "Dog, it's the right way to speak!" Saying that, he threw Zhanyang a cigarette, and the two laughed lewdly at each other.

Mao was speechless......

Just as Ah Mao was about to introduce Zhou Hao to Zhanyang, Uncle Ling hurriedly walked over with a bag of buns: "Yangyang, go to West Street to have a look, Cheng's family called me just now, it seems that something happened!" ”

"What's the matter, uncle?" Zhanyang said impatiently: "I just saw Ah Mao." ”

"It's a corpse." Uncle Ling took a bite of the bun and said calmly.

Ah Mao and Zhou Hao gasped after hearing this, but Zhan Yang smiled and hugged Ah Mao's shoulder: "Hehe, let's go, let's have fun!" ”

"Damn, what's the situation? Play to go? ”

The two of them had no choice but to follow Zhanyang and Uncle Ling towards West Street.

When a few people walked to Cheng's house on West Street, they saw that all the old and young of the Cheng family were standing at the door, not daring to go in, and when they saw Uncle Ling and his party coming over, Uncle Cheng hurriedly greeted him, and described what happened in a panic.

It turned out that the eldest grandson of the old man Cheng who was in charge of the vigil last night, that is, the Cheng family Xiaopang and his two friends, who expected that these three were talents, and at less than two o'clock in the night, they all fell asleep on the table, and Uncle Cheng got up at six o'clock in the morning to take over the shift to wake them up.

After a few people woke up, they found that they had slept all night, and no one continued to light the incense and candles after the incense and candles were lit this night, so they quickly got up and ran to the ice coffin to prepare to light incense and candles. When these people saw it, they immediately howled and rushed out of the door.

After listening to the description, Uncle Ling looked at Zhanyang: "Even if there is no incense to lose his temper overnight, the corpse will not move, at most it will blow the yin wind, lift the candlestick or something..."

"You go check it out." Uncle Ling took a bite of the bun and said to Zhanyang, "I eat buns." ”

The crowd had black lines on their faces.

"Oh..."Zhanyang walked out, and when he was chubby, Zhanyang smiled and put his hand on Chubby's shoulder: "Don't make trouble, fatty, play with your grandfather's corpse in the middle of the night, admit it." ”

Cheng Xiaopang was about to cry, spitting and shouting: "Get out!" ”

Zhanyang walked into the door with a smile, just stepped into the threshold with one foot, suddenly froze, and looked back at Uncle Ling with a serious expression, everyone looked at Zhanyang with a nervous face, not knowing what was happening.

"Uncle, have you charged the cost of this house?"

"Get in!!" Uncle Ling almost threw the bun over.

The crowd almost fell to the ground en masse.

Zhanyang walked in with a smile, and everyone dared to approach the door to watch, blocking the gate from leaking.

Zhan Yang put away his playful expression, walked to the ice coffin, looked up and down the corpse of Old Man Cheng, and then tilted his head in a daze with his hands on his waist, as if he was analyzing the reason for this scene, and suddenly, Zhan Yang seemed to think of something, and reached out to break Old Man Cheng's chin.

"Huh? What's going on? Zhanyang wondered.

After being stunned for a few seconds, Zhanyang picked up Old Man Cheng's cold hand again and looked at it carefully; Turned his head to look at Uncle Ling at the door.

Uncle Ling saw Zhanyang looking back at him, estimating the situation, so he handed over a bag of buns to Ah Mao, and walked towards Zhanyang through the door.

"What, what did you find?"

"The trismus is tightly closed, not like the normal state of a corpse with a loose chin after three days of death, there is a break on the back of the hand, as if it was formed by impact, but there is no blood scab in the broken place, so it is caused after death, I estimate that this old man Cheng really moved last night!"

Uncle Ling nodded, and asked with a smile on his face, "Then, what is the reason for your analysis?" It seems to be testing Zhanyang.

Zhanyang's expression was serious, and he frowned: "The plastic lid of the ice coffin is very light and easy to be lifted, in addition, there is no excessive noise and abnormality at the scene, which means that it has not reached the level of corpse, and it is still far from the real rigidity. ”

Uncle Ling nodded: "You mean, the soul remaining in the old man's body wanted to rush out and merge with the soul that had left the body, and there was a reaction, so he drove the corpse?" ”

Zhanyang turned his head to look at Uncle Cheng, and deliberately raised his voice to reply: "Yes, this situation mostly happens in a state of impatience and death. ”

"In other words, the old man is!!"