There are only seven stops from the starting station to the paper mill, but it takes an hour's drive, which is called a short distance in our industry.

If Old Tang hadn't said these things to me at dinner, I wouldn't have had any scruples.

It's really not like a joke to see Lao Tang's serious appearance, and the most important thing is that there is a station called Tang Wazi at the location of this reservoir and you have to stop.

More than ten years ago, this reservoir was used by a local tyrant in the local village to open a fishing garden, and then I don't know how to lose the money and then people ran away, and the reservoir has been abandoned since then.

The location of the reservoir is still a mile away from Tangwa Village.

There are only a few families here, and I just hope that no one will get on the bus at this station of the reservoir, and that I can just rub the accelerator right over.

Not far from the terminus, a large number of villagers got on the bus one after another. The villagers were carrying the baskets with leftovers, and they were very happy to talk and laugh.

This relieved my nervousness a lot, and I thought that the paper mill was still driving the right train

These villagers sell vegetables until this time, and if they don't have a car to return to the village, they have to stay overnight in the city.

Thinking about it, they don't have enough money to sell vegetables for a day to open a room in a hotel, maybe they can only find a corner where no one is there to make do for the night.

Out of town, no one gets on the bus anymore.

The villagers may have been a little tired after a day of squatting in the market, and the carriage gradually became quiet.

Sitting across from me in the driver's seat was an old man in his sixties, tanned and with a dirty white towel wrapped around his head.

Although it was already half past eleven in the evening, the old man still seemed to be in good spirits, took out a dry smoking gun, looked up at me and asked:

"Young man, light a cigarette and smoke, okay?"

I glanced at him and said, "Uncle Xing, you can smoke it if you want next to the window."

The old man nodded, took out a match, lit the cigarette gun, took a puff, and said

"Young man, I see that you are a good person, why are you doing this whole job, are you not studying hard?"

When I heard what my uncle said, I felt very unhappy, and replied in a low voice, "What's wrong with my job, it's good"

The old man took a puff of cigarette and laughed dryly.

"Pretty good? What's good? I have to risk my life and make a lot of money by sitting here every day."

The job of a bus driver is very unproductive in the eyes of many people, which is also a pain in my heart.

Because of this work, the matchmaker introduced several objects, but the result was that everyone looked down on me and finally blew it.

When I think about it, I get a little impatient and say

"Uncle, what you said is not right, if I don't drive, you won't sleep in the bridge hole tonight."

The old man seemed to hear that my tone was wrong, and he didn't speak for a long time, buried his head in a few puffs of cigarettes, put the cigarette gun out of the window, knocked the cigarette ash, and said

"Young man, it's almost time to get to the reservoir, drive slowly"

In fact, I don't need to say it, I started to slow down when I was far away, and I don't dare to forget what Old Tang said.

There was a stop on the side of the road in this reservoir, and I saw that there was no one under the stop sign, so I didn't stop and drove over.

When the headlights shook past the Tangwazi street sign, I felt a chill in my back.

I think it's just a good time to use this to ask Don to mention this to me.

"Uncle, I heard from my colleague that this reservoir has had an accident before, right?"

The old man seemed to have guessed that I would ask this question, nodded his head, and said unhurriedly

"Well, there was an accident, a driver pulled a carload of people into the reservoir"

This is the same as what Old Tang said, but when the old man said it again, I instantly felt nervous again.

But curiosity drove me to keep asking.

"What's the matter, I think this road is very good, and there are no cars, how can something happen?"

"I've Met a Ghost"

As soon as the old man's voice fell, I was so frightened that I almost stepped on the brakes to the end.

The carriage slammed into the car, waking up many villagers who were napping in the back seat. Several villagers who didn't know why asked in the local dialect in a daze

"Mom, what's wrong?"

I pressed my nerves and turned my head to yell behind me

"I'm sorry, fellow, the road is not good, hide in a puddle"

The villagers seemed annoyed, and some simply cursed

"This driver is really sick, and his brain is not bright, why don't you go to the hospital for treatment?"

It's a very ugly sound, I would have gone back a long time ago during the day, but at night, there are some uneducated villagers, and I don't bother to bother with them.

I'm not in the mood to chat with the old man for the next part of the road, and I'll have to drive back by myself when I get to the station, so there's no need to scare myself.

I squinted at the old man, he didn't seem to have the heart to talk to me, he just lowered his head and smoked, this cigarette has not been finished since he got in the car.

At twelve o'clock, the car finally arrived at the terminal of the paper mill, and the villagers got off one after another.

Suddenly, in front of the car window, a pale-faced old lady appeared "bang" and patted the car window with her hand.

I was scared into a cold sweat, this villager has been off the bus for a long time, where is the old lady?

I gritted my teeth, leaned down and pulled out the wrench in the repair box, held it tightly in my hand, opened the door, and yelled

"What for?"

The folds on the old lady's face overlapped each other, as if she would be unable to distinguish her facial features if she was a little older.

She opened the car door, got into the car slowly, looked at me, and whispered

"Oops, the basket is in the car"

I looked behind me, and sure enough, a vegetable basket had landed in the back seat, and I was relieved.

The old lady got into the car and retrieved the basket, got out of the car with one foot, and slowly turned her head back to me

"Little doll, I see that you are so young and not bad, why are you not in good spirits?"

I asked, confused

"What's wrong grandma, just because I braked sharply and swayed a little, why are you still scolding?"

The old lady shook her head with difficulty and pointed to the window seat opposite me

"You're looking at this seat along the way, talking to yourself, it's scary"

When I heard that, I broke out in a cold sweat on my back, and my hands on the steering wheel shook a little.

Turning his head to look at the seat, he said with a pause

"What, why are you talking to yourself, I've been chatting with the old man sitting there smoking, grandma, your eyes are not good"

The old lady looked angry and pointed her finger at me

"I've got a good look, it's been empty since I got on the bus, you're lying? Sick in the brain"

After speaking, he muttered words scolding me and walked away slowly with the vegetable basket.

I was completely panicked, this talked to the old man all the way, and now tell me that it was talking to myself?

The night in the countryside was surprisingly quiet and strangely dark, and nothing could be seen except for a small circle illuminated by the headlights.

I was in a cold sweat, and after a while, my back clothes were wet.

I looked at the table below, 12:10. It's another hour to get back to the station from here, and I really want to make a tow call and tow me back with someone.

At this time, the harsh and dazzling national style came to mind, and I was so frightened that I almost jumped out of the driver's seat. It was Old Tang calling, and I quickly answered the phone.

"What's the matter, brother, it's here, don't you go back?"

I felt like I had all the strength to speak, and whispered

"Brother Tang, I just arrived, I was so scared that I didn't even have the strength to hang up"

Old Tang heard that I was not in the right state, so he hurriedly said

"What's the matter, brother, isn't this nothing, you kid scare yourself, I just found a fortune teller to show you, your kid is too hard, Mr. said that it's your life, it's okay to dig the grave at night"

I listened to Lao Tang's words, and suddenly I was as happy as if I had won 5 million, so I hurriedly asked

"Really? Did you really say that, sir? ”

"That's not it, Mr. said, your five elements are all in yang water, there is no yin deficiency in your life, and ghosts have to go around."

I suddenly felt that the world was full of light, and I couldn't help but laugh out loud

"That's what Mr. Womb said??"

"Look at your cowardice, this life has blinded you, okay, come back quickly, I bought some wine in the dormitory, wait for you to come back and drink some"

After Old Tang finished speaking, he hung up the phone.

It was a lifesaver on the phone and I feel empowered now.

It was as if at this moment, I had become the one who ruled the darkness of this world.

Gear up, started the car. Shouted loudly

"Come, your daddy's little ghosts! Come on! ”

This way, it was really fast, I hummed a little song and returned to the station smoothly.

Everyone in the dormitory was asleep, only Old Tang set up wine and food in my room and waited for me, and I gave Old Tang a big hug when I entered the room.

Old Tang didn't seem to be very happy when he saw me, but just whispered

"Brother, you're back"

I asked as soon as I heard something was wrong

"What's the matter, brother, it's my life, when will I come back?"

Old Tang sighed and said

"Brother, I'm afraid that you will scare yourself and dare not come back, make up a fortune teller for you, don't be angry"

I listened to Old Tang's words, and my smile froze on my face, it turned out that I wasn't a ghost at all?

I suddenly remembered the old man and felt a cool breeze in my back.

Before I could calm down, Old Tang put his hand on my shoulder and said

"Brother, I asked you during the day today, ten years ago, the three drivers all carried an old lady who left a vegetable basket in the car before the accident, you didn't meet it today, right?"

Listening to Old Tang's words, not only did I have a cool breeze on my back, but I felt that the soles of my feet were sweating!