There is a screen in front of it, behind the screen is a large round table that can sit more than 20 people, the most shocking thing is that the wall behind the screen is actually expanded back, which is full of bamboo, and the bottom floor tile is also installed with dry ice smoke, sitting down as if you are in the bamboo fairyland. I finally understand why the food here is so expensive, but I've never been to such a luxurious private room when Ina brought me here to eat before.

Ina pulled out a chair and sat down and asked, "What's going on?" ”

I nodded, "Not bad." ”

Uncle sat next to me and drank water without saying a word, I picked up the menu on the table, and suddenly looked at Ina with wide eyes: "A plate of shredded potatoes costs two hundred and ninety-nine?" Black shop, this doesn't meet the market sales price standard. ”

Ina nodded very calmly: "Please sister, take a look at the decoration here, where I'm sorry for the two hundred and ninety-nine, I think it's a discount if I don't add that dollar." ”

"Yes." I nodded to myself, "It's been dark for more than a hundred years, and if something happens, something will happen sooner." ”

"That's right, uncle." Ina looked at her uncle while eating, "I wonder why I was possessed, not Shen Yi?" Is it like in the TV series, is Shen Yi's eight characters hard? ”

Uncle shook his head: "I forgot to tell you, Cortana, you delete the video you recorded in the warehouse." In the future, no matter where you are, as long as there are photos of the deceased, mourning halls, or cemeteries, do not take pictures, this is a great disrespect to the deceased, and it is because of this that you are possessed. ”

Ina nodded suddenly: "I know." By the way, uncle, what's your real name? We can't even know your name. ”

Uncle swallowed the food in his mouth and looked up at the two of us: "Chang Sheng." ”

"Forever." Ina looked at her uncle with a grin, "This name is so special." ”

I casually glanced at my uncle and said with a smile: "I also know a man named Chang Sheng, a fortune teller in our village in my hometown, who seems to be a distant relative of our family, my mother said that when I was scared when I was a child, I went to find this person, but I was spiritual." ”

The uncle was very indifferent and sandwiched the dishes: "That's me." ”

Ina almost squirted the rice out of her mouth: "What? ”

"Don't tease me, call you uncle, you really think you're a lot older than us." I didn't care about eating while joking, "Just you have a twenty-six or seven face, who can believe it." Anyway, the one in our village is over 60, and that's from my grandfather's generation. ”

The uncle still lowered his head to eat, but there was no joke in his words: "That person is me." ”

Ina was so shocked that she stammered, "You're not going to get old?" ”

The uncle stopped eating and sniffed: "Secret." ”

On the way back, everyone didn't say a word, and even breathing was extremely heavy. No one continued to ask questions, knowing that no one would answer.

Lying in the bathtub, I stared at the ceiling above my head, as if I hadn't been so relaxed in a long time, and the recent state of life had made me a little mentally sensitive. Everything seems unreal, but it's all real, and it's completely out of the orbit of my normal life with Ina.

"Knock knock...... Knock knock knock ......" There was a knock at the door.

I was really startled lying in the bathtub and immediately asked, "Who?" ”

The man outside the door hesitated for a few seconds: "Liu Yier." ”

I didn't come back to my senses a little, and wrapped my bathrobe in a panic: "Wait a minute. ”

After changing into pajamas and opening the door of the room, the uncle was standing outside the door with his hands on the door frame and lowered his head, as if thinking about something.

"Is there something wrong, uncle?"

I leaned my head forward and looked at my uncle's lowered head. However, the uncle suddenly raised his head, his clear eyes met mine, and his eyebrows were full of helplessness and loneliness that he should not have. His damp hair showed that he had just taken a shower, and the smell of a pleasant shower gel was drilling into my nostrils.

He cleared his throat: "Let's talk? ”

I nodded and motioned for him to come in.

When my uncle came in, he pulled out the chair next to my dresser and sat across from me, and I looked at the water stains on his white shirt, and suddenly felt familiar.

"Talk about me?" He stroked the wet hair in front of him twice, and his words didn't seem to inject emotion, as plain as stagnant water, "If I'm not mistaken, I'm sixty-seven years old this year." ”

I looked at my uncle: "Is it immortal?" ”

The uncle shook his head and paused word by word: "It's torture." ”

"Immortality was torture for me, and it wasn't until I was thirty years old that I realized that I had a physical problem." Uncle paused and continued, "Time started to stop working on me, and I went to the hospital for a check-up and everything was normal. I've been investigating this for almost 20 years, but I haven't been able to find out why. ”

I wanted to open my mouth to comfort my uncle, but I didn't know what to say.

Uncle then looked up at me with a smile, "You can't understand my desperation. ”