Uncle Li gasped and rubbed his arms.

This sudden gust of wind not only blew his goosebumps, but also blew up the ashes that were left of the burning.

The ashes floated up, and Uncle Li hurriedly fished them back with branches.

It's not good to carry the ashes of Mars everywhere like this, and if something ignites.

Uncle Li half-squatted up, gathered the ashes in the circle, and turned it over again, so that the sparks inside could fully burn.

He became a little busy, and every now and then he had to reach out and pull the floating ashes into the circle.

After a while, the sparks were finally extinguished. All that remained in the circle was dusty powder.

Uncle Li pounded the branch twice more to confirm that there was no fire, and then threw the branch away. He straightened up and hammered his old arms and legs.

Although his body was tired, he was relieved, which made him feel a lot more relaxed.

As soon as he looked up, he saw people walking on the opposite side of the road.

The man walked on the dimly lit pavement, his face illuminated by a miserable white light, and his facial features formed a strange combination with the light.

Uncle Li soon saw the mobile phone held by the other party, and the violently beating heart gradually calmed down.

He still reached out and pressed his chest, gasping slightly.

Seeing such a face at first glance is indeed scary enough.

Uncle Li remembered that he had also seen such an Aunt Li. Especially when she was most addicted to playing with her mobile phone, she fell asleep, and as soon as the phone rang, she immediately got up and grabbed the phone to watch. At night, the wife lying next to him suddenly turned into a big white face, and everyone was scared of heart disease.

Uncle Li himself is not addicted to mobile phones, he used to preach to Aunt Li, but now he doesn't look down on people who don't forget to play with their mobile phones when they walk.

He remembers that it was reported on the news that someone was walking and playing with his mobile phone and crossed the street and was hit; Someone was driving and playing with their phone and hit someone. It's dangerous.

Uncle Li glanced at the man who had turned the corner again, and slowly shook his head with an old man's movement.

With his hands behind his back, he turned and walked in the direction of home.

Uncle Li is used to walking with his head held high. It's a habit he's developed since he was a child. When he was a child, as soon as he lowered his head and hunched over his chest, his father greeted him with a slap, which made his back hurt hotly and hurt for a long time.

When he is old, Uncle Li also tries to raise his head and chest, straighten his waist, and walk with a steady and unhurried pace.

He saw another person walking towards him, also holding a mobile phone, with his head down, as if his eyes were about to fall into the screen.

Uncle Li shook his head again and looked away.

He looked away slightly, and he could still see the man in his spare eye.

The brain told him that something wasn't quite right.

Uncle Li was stunned, his pace slowed down, and his head slowly turned.

His gaze fell on the pedestrian again.

The pedestrian was holding her phone, and the light of the phone was a dark red, which hit her face, making her face look a little scary. She was laughing, the corners of her mouth curled, and the combination of light and dark on her face became even more eerie and eerie. It was like blood, like blood all over the face.

Uncle Li felt uncomfortable and withdrew his gaze.

He passed by the woman and happened to hear the woman's laughter.

The laughter was a little chilly.

Uncle Li quickened his pace and walked quickly to distance himself from people.

It's not that he doesn't understand, that person must have seen something interesting on his phone, so he would laugh like that. It's just that at night, seeing a stranger like this, everyone will feel panicked.

If a young person sees such a scene, after a false alarm, he may find it interesting, and may even take a photo and send it to an acquaintance. Uncle Li has seen photos uploaded by his grandchildren in the family group. There are the scenery and food they go out to play and photograph, and there are also interesting little things they see when they work and go to school.

Uncle Li doesn't have this spirit of sharing. He had a false alarm and wanted to hurry home.

He passed by a private car illegally parked on the side of the road.

This is not uncommon in this area. Especially at night, the parking spaces in the community are full, and there is no underground parking garage in the old community, so many people can only park their newly bought cars on the side of the road outside.

The neighborhood committee of the community discussed with the traffic management bureau and set aside a night parking spot on this road, where there were no shops or community gates.

Uncle Li found that the car occupied two parking spaces in one car, and the tires were still pressed on the parking line, so he took a second look.

He saw the driver in the driver's seat.

The driver is looking down and playing with his phone.

The car turned off, the lights were not on, and there was only the light of the mobile phone in the car.

The light was equally pale, flickering occasionally.

Uncle Li frowned.

He hadn't gone out so late before, and he had never noticed this phenomenon, but now that he saw a few, he was a little used to it.

Seeing that there was a driver inside, Uncle Li took the initiative to shout.

The driver raised his head and looked at Uncle Li, the light of his mobile phone still shining on his face from below.

"Your car is on the line." Uncle Li pointed to the ground.

The driver glanced in the rearview mirror, suddenly realized, and nodded at Uncle Li.

He started the car and the lights came on.

Uncle Li continued to walk forward satisfied.

The headlights shone on him from behind, casting a shadow of his body in front of him.

The lights went out quickly.

Uncle Li felt the wind blowing from behind him and got straight into the collar.

He shuddered, and couldn't help but look back.

The car was parked, and the driver started looking at his phone again.

No, the driver didn't look at his phone.

The driver was holding his phone and was looking at him.

The driver was laughing.

His lips were cocked, his eyes widened, and his smile was terrifying.

The mobile phone he was holding was placed on his chest, shining on such a face, and Uncle Li didn't know if it was because the person's smile was so terrifying, or because of the light.

Uncle Li didn't say hello to anyone again, turned around and left, thinking about leaving as soon as possible.

He turned his head back and saw the light again.

The middle-aged woman who appeared at the intersection was holding a mobile phone in her hand, her face was shining with a miserable white light, and she smiled at Uncle Li.

That's Xiao Chen.

"Xiao Chen, why are you ......" Uncle Li exhaled, and after recognizing the other party, he felt relaxed.

He spoke, but the man didn't respond, still smiling, still walking forward.

Her eyes stared at Uncle Li without blinking, and the arc of her smile did not change in the slightest.

The hairs on Uncle Li's body stood up.

The cold wind that blew through him became biting.

He took a step back and saw the pedestrian across the road.

Two unrelated pedestrians, both holding their phones, turned their heads to look at him. The light of the cell phone shines on their faces. They all laughed. The smile looked very strange under the miserable white beam.

Uncle Li's legs were a little weak.

He suddenly realized that something was wrong.

How could he see so clearly after being so far away?

The people on the other side of the road, Xiao Chen, who was walking towards him, were still far away from him.

He could see so clearly that he could even see the light in their pupils.

It's like that afternoon dream.

It's like Jiang Longchang's dream......

Uncle Li was so frightened that he didn't care about anything else, so he turned around and left.

If you change the direction, you can also go home, that is, go around in a circle.

He saw the car again, and the people in it were still staring at him.

Uncle Li was stuck in his throat in one breath.

He didn't stop, and ran past the car at a speed that didn't look like an old man.

In front of him, the woman who had passed by had just reached the crossroads.