The reason why Wen Hao remembers it so clearly is that the other party is an old customer and is familiar.

Second, when I see my peers taking this girl every day, I can't help but be envious, and it makes sense to look at it twice.

Of course, Wen Hao can't say anything about this kind of thing, and his own ring, even if it is hung on Xiao Dingding, has nothing to do with him.

The young couple took the milk tea and walked away with a smile, pulling and pulling, so that they were not tired of being crooked.

Looking at the backs of the two leaving, Wen Hao let out a long sigh, his face was full of envy, he was also seventeen or eighteen years old, why could he be so good?

"Envy, isn't it?" a familiar voice came from the counter.

As soon as Wen Hao looked up, he saw a face that seemed to be smiling but not smiling, and a pair of melancholy eyes hidden under his bangs, and he was shocked for a moment.

"Uncle Ming, what do you want to drink?" Wen Hao quickly got up and asked politely. This is also a regular customer, so he can't be neglected.

Uncle Ming is actually not old, but he is always wearing a half-new outdated denim shirt, his hair is messy, and the embarrassing stubble on his chin always gives people the illusion of being very old.

Every time Wen Hao saw him, he couldn't help but think that if he tied a guitar to Uncle Ming's shoulder, it would be a standard artist style, of course, it was the down-and-out kind.

But Uncle Ming is not an artist, he is a professional gamer, he opened a studio, just on the second floor of a store on the back street, Wen Hao passed by once or twice when he went home, and he felt very deserted. Later, I learned that he was the only one in the so-called studio......

After taking the milk tea from Wen Hao's hand, Uncle Ming only took a shallow sip, then put down the teacup and exclaimed, "Well, that's the taste!"

After speaking, he squinted his eyes and savored it for a while, then pointed to the direction where the pair of young people disappeared, and asked with a smile: "Are you very envious?"

"......" Wen Hao blushed, how can he answer this kind of question!

"Young and ignorant love, it's really beautiful......" Uncle Ming looked into the distance, and suddenly let out a particularly vicissitudes of life.

Wen Hao knew that this person was going to get nervous again, so he didn't dare to answer.

In fact, compared with Xu Le, Wen Hao still has more contact with this Uncle Ming, after all, Xu Le Shenlong sees the beginning but not the end, but Uncle Ming must come to consume an order every day.

And every time he comes to consume, he is different from other customers, he doesn't pack, he just stands in front of the counter to drink, and when he drinks, he likes to say something about what he has or not, and sometimes he talks about some past experiences, but most of them are "elders dealing with juniors" The tone says something specious, Wen Hao has long been used to it.

Sure enough, Uncle Ming, who didn't get a response, still talked to himself.

"When I was studying, I also had a girlfriend, very beautiful, and when I laughed, I would have two small dimples on my face, much more beautiful than those stars who rely on scalpels now!" Uncle Ming said while smacking his lips: "Do you believe it or not?"

Wen Hao nodded in agreement.

In fact, Uncle Ming's foundation is not bad, and losing that obstructive long hair can really fascinate many girls. Wen Hao believed that he must have been very romantic at school, but he didn't understand why this guy suddenly got involved today.

"I was ignorant at the time, obsessed with games. I was fighting a gang war that day, and she told me to turn off the game and sleep with her, and I refused. In the face of her sentence 'the game is still important to me', I chose the game and then broke up. Am I stupid, you say?"

Uncle Ming lowered his head, and Wen Hao couldn't see his eyes. It wasn't until Uncle Ming raised his head that Wen Hao was surprised to find that Uncle Ming's eyes were a little red, and he didn't know how to answer for a while.

Suddenly, Wen Hao noticed that Uncle Ming seemed to be a little wrong today.

From beginning to end, his left hand was never taken out, and it was always tucked into his sleeve.

Is it warm?

Combined with the deteriorating temperature now, Wen Hao was a little relieved.

"Every time I think about it, I toss and turn and can't sleep, go to the balcony to smoke a cigarette, and then stare at the night sky in a daze......" Uncle Ming said slowly, his voice was a little hoarse.

Wen Hao was moved, closed his eyes, he could even imagine the poignant picture of Uncle Ming smoking silently alone in the dead of night, and he couldn't help but feel sad.

Uncle Ming took a sip of milk tea and sighed: "So, if we had killed each other's speedy seals in that game at that time, would we have won?"

"Yes, uh...... What are you talking about?" Wen Hao looked confused, and his mind was a little confused.

"Haha, I'm kidding you. Uncle Ming grabbed the milk tea and drank it all, put down the empty cup, dropped a banknote and left, not to mention looking for money.

When Wen Hao took the money, he noticed that Uncle Ming's left sleeve was empty, and when the wind blew, he swayed from side to side, as if there was nothing, and he was stunned.

But when I thought of Uncle Ming's usual fancy clothes, I was relieved.

Wen Hao took the change and was about to chase it out, but when he saw Uncle Ming turn back again, he fell on the counter, lowered his voice and said, "I forgot to tell you something." ”

"What?"

"Remember, don't look in the mirror!"

"Huh?" Wen Hao was a little puzzled, but he still nodded, because Uncle Ming looked extremely serious at this time, and his eyes were even a little scary.

"The mirror behind you, take it, or get something in the way. Uncle Ming pointed to the store and said.

Wen Hao glanced back, and saw that there was indeed a small mirror hanging on the hanger, the size of the palm, which was very exquisite. That was when Nan Xiaoxi's mother and daughter came, Xu Beibei hung it up, and he didn't take it away, and Wen Hao didn't bother to get it, in case it was broken, Xu Le used the excuse to deduct his salary......

But this kind of thing is naturally not good to talk about to outsiders, Wen Hao can only frown and ask: "Uncle Ming, what happened?" I always felt that Uncle Ming was very wrong today.

Uncle Ming shook his head: "Don't ask more, anyway, don't touch the mirror in the recent period, it's best not to even touch the glass things." Uncle Ming knocked on the counter: "It would be better to spread a blanket on this." ”

Wen Hao was even more inexplicable: "Uncle...... What the hell is going on?"

"I can't say it clearly...... Let's put it this way, do you believe that there are ghosts in the world?"

"Believe!" Wen Hao nodded, what is there not to believe in this, he has seen it.

Seeing that Wen Hao agreed so simply, Uncle Ming was a little stunned, why did the worldview of the young descendants collapse so much this year?

But now is not the time to think about this, Uncle Ming licked his lips and said: "My grandmother has told me since I was a child that mirrors are very evil, and there is a ghost living in each mirror, so if you can, you don't need it." ”

Wen Hao was stunned: "No matter how small it is, is there it in the mirror?"

"Yes!"

Wen Hao thought for a while, shook his head and retorted: "If that's the case, then I'll smash the mirror, there is a ghost on each fragment, isn't it messed up?"

Uncle Ming: "...... "Why are you so tricky from your kid's angle? Is it time to discuss the conservation of energy?!

Uncle Ming was probably a little angry, and said angrily: "Can you just listen to Uncle once?"

Wen Hao finally didn't dare to raise the bar, and got up to get the mirror.

However, when he walked in front of the mirror, Wen Hao suddenly remembered his previous scruples again, and couldn't help but get entangled again. What if he breaks his daughter's things and asks me to pay for them?

"Slippery, what's the ink!" Uncle Ming urged behind.

Wen Hao tilted his head, saw the coat that Xu Le casually threw on the sofa before, his eyes lit up, and he hurriedly picked it up to cover the mirror.

You damaged the mirror with your own clothes, can't you say me!" Wen Hao thought happily.

Seeing this, Uncle Ming breathed a sigh of relief, took the change, and left, Wen Hao, who was watching, was confused, what happened to this guy?

Seeing Uncle Ming away, Wen Hao took a leisurely moment and took out his mobile phone to prepare to play a game.

There seem to be a lot fewer people on the street, it's probably because of the heat, Wen Hao didn't bother to think about it, and when he entered the game, he started to speak, and he was very proficient, and he quickly entered the state.

He was addicted to the game and didn't notice that not long after Uncle Ming left, the small mirror moved, and then, the mirror surface rippled like ripples.

Immediately after, a hand reached out from the mirror.

It was a young man's hand, white and strong. But compared to the normal complexion, it looks too pale, like a phoenix claw that has been soaked for a long time, as white as paper. Each finger has a nail that is at least two centimeters long, which looks a little scary.

With the five fingers slowly opened, the hand slowly stretched out from the mirror, the palm, wrist, forearm...... Appear in turn.

"Nourishing ......"

But the moment his fingers touched Xu Le's clothes, his entire arm seemed to be electrocuted, and it shook violently without warning.

The hand sensed that something was wrong and wanted to retreat, but the fingertips were firmly glued to the clothes and could not be separated at all. It took several times to break free before finally retracting into the mirror.

When the fingertips are completely withdrawn, only a "click" is heard, which resounds throughout the store.

Wen Hao, who came after the sound, saw the broken lenses all over the ground, and his face turned white.

"What's going on!"

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(Chapter 2 in the wee hours of the morning, well, five or six in the morning, don't hit me...... ）

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