I screamed suddenly, startling both of them.

The already nervous young man's hand shook, and the whole bag of potato chips fell directly to the ground.

He hurriedly picked up the chips and yelled at me, "What are you doing?" ”

At this time, I could already see the appearance of the potato chips in his hand, and the opened potato chips were not at all the same as last night's packet, the familiar name, the familiar packaging, the brand I had eaten many times, and I immediately felt a little embarrassed.

But I can't lose my momentum, I made a serious expression: "You persuade others to eat like this, I'm worried that you will be drugged in it." ”

The young man was speechless: "You are insane." ”

But the girl came back to her senses and said politely: "Thank you, he's my boyfriend, I just don't like potato chips." ”

"Oh, oh, it's fine."

I hurriedly borrowed the donkey from the slope and walked away.

It's a bit embarrassing.

But I always felt that there was something strange about the young man, and after being yelled at, he hugged the potato chips tightly in his arms, more nervous than angry.

This guy isn't really going to be drugged.

However, do current boyfriends and girlfriends still need to be drugged?

No, they all take the initiative and can't do it.

I don't know, after all, I'm only 18 years old and I don't have a girlfriend yet......

Heart, why suddenly some pain is what's going on.

Go home and sleep.

Over the next few days, my boss and I alternated between work.

Hu Lao also came twice and chatted with me, each time for a short time, but very serious, while smoking the cigarette I lit, while recommending books that he thought were good.

I wonder if he's here to smoke.

In my spare time, I also read the news to learn about some of the so-called new funerals here.

There were no firecrackers, paper money turned into flowers, apartments for centralized burials, and there was no need to move graves.

Mother was right, in a big city like Xinhai, there is no room for bone pickers.

Perhaps, after four years of graduating from college, I will really become a city man and say goodbye to my identity as a bone picker.

The 100 yuan was used up, and it was time for Hu Lao to be cremated.

I was on the night shift, and when I got home from work, I didn't rest, and I waited until there was a commotion outside, and then I opened the door and walked out.

The mourning shed has begun to be dismantled, and in the truck next to it, Hu Lao's ice coffin is in a gloomy cargo box.

Many neighbors have arrived, and the old man Hu is very good, and the neighbors are spontaneously helping, chatting and moving things.

I said hello to a few neighbors I knew well and joined in helping.

As soon as the mourning shed was completely demolished, I heard the sound of mourning and crying, I thought it was Hu Lao's family, but found that the direction of the sound was wrong.

When I looked around the truck, I found that there was a funeral home car parked not far away, and several funeral home staff were hurrying upstairs.

"Who has passed away?"

Hearing my words, the neighbor's aunt said: "It's the daughter of the old Zhang family who sells steamed buns on the street, alas, she is young, and she died at home somehow." Lao Zhang and his family saw it when they came back after breakfast. ”

I have an impression of the old Zhang family, after all, there are very few people who start to be busy at three or four o'clock in the morning, and when I work the night shift, I occasionally go to buy two steamed buns to satisfy my hunger.

But I don't have much of an impression of his daughter.

After a while, Hu Lao's side was not over, and the staff of the funeral home had already carried the corpse covered with a white cloth out, and the mourning music stopped abruptly as the crying old Zhang and his wife got into the funeral home's car.

Watching the funeral car go away, the aunt who spoke just now gossiped: "I heard that the daughter of the old Zhang family was hit by an evil spirit and died a miserable death." ”

This time, without me asking, the people around me started talking about it.

One by one, they spoke vividly, as if they had seen it.

Lao Zhang's daughter is called Zhang Meng, who has just graduated and works in an advertising company.

Because advertising companies often work overtime, Zhang Meng usually goes home late.

It has always been like this before, just a few days ago, Zhang Meng suddenly resigned from his job.

Lao Zhang thought that his daughter was being bullied, but when he asked, Zhang Meng said that he was haunted by a ghost.

Lao Zhang and his family naturally didn't believe this, but they saw that their daughter was frightened all day long, and they didn't think about tea and dinner. On second thought, it's not an option. According to his daughter, he went to the temple to pray to God and worship Buddha.

may be a psychological effect, after coming back from the temple, Zhang Meng is indeed much better.

Lao Zhang didn't think much about it when he saw his daughter getting better.

What I didn't expect was that when I came home from the stall today, I didn't see my daughter.

Finally, when I heard my daughter's phone ringing, I saw Zhang Meng in the cupboard.

Zhang Meng's whole person was tightly curled up in the cupboard under the gas stove, his face was full of fear, and he was out of breath.

The gossip aunt finally mysteriously concluded: "Zhang Meng is not the first, there was a man in the vegetable market who died the day before yesterday, similar to her, I don't know what to be afraid of, I went out of the window directly, hid in the air conditioner, and fell to my death after freezing overnight." You say, "This is not an evil spirit." ”

Everyone sighed, the topic became more and more crooked, and began to talk about the strange events they knew.

I didn't listen to it again, if these gossips were true, Zhang Meng's death might really be an evil one.

Just as I was thinking, a middle-aged woman walked over, she looked at me strangely for a long time before she spoke: "You are Huang Xiaolong, my father left a note for you, and these books were also given to you." ”

"Your dad?" I'm a little confused.

The middle-aged woman nodded and pointed to the truck behind her: "My dad is Hu Kaibo." ”

"Old Hu?" I subconsciously took the note and looked at it, and it did say that I should ask my children to hand over the note to me, and also told me to study hard. At the end, the words thank you are written in bold.

I looked at the middle-aged woman with some blankness. The middle-aged woman was also curious.

Seeing me look at her, the middle-aged woman shook her head and said; "I don't know when my dad wrote it, but I found it when I was helping him pack his clothes. I'm leaving, thank you all for your help. ”

The woman said hello and left.

The surrounding neighbors suddenly gathered around: "Xiao Huang, what's the situation, you are very familiar with Hu Lao?" ”

"It's okay." I replied casually.

I looked at the note and the book again, these books were all books mentioned by Hu Lao during the chat in the past few days.

It's just that I'm a little at a loss, does Hu Lao really want me to study hard?

Suddenly, I saw a large string of numbers written on the back of the note, seemingly unconnected, as if the note had been torn from some book full of numbers.

No, no book would scribble so many numbers. It must have been something that Hu Lao wanted to tell me.

After all, it was a big night last night, and even if there was no one to keep a vigil, there were still a lot of people last night, and he had no way to get to the convenience store at all.

Hu Lao is gone. The place where the last goodbye was left has been restored to its original appearance. It's just that there are still a few pieces of paper money scattered on the ground.

I went home with notes and books, and kept thinking about the bits and pieces of meeting Hu Lao.

There is only one thing that Hu Lao can say to me thanks, and that is cigarettes.

Dividing the numbers on the slip of paper into groups of five, I quickly found a pattern.