This story is my own experience, but my friends said that I was delirious and fantasised that day. Tell it to everyone.
The story happened when I was in the first grade of junior high school. At that time, there was only one middle school in our entire town, which was close to the town and far from my home. The traffic is not very convenient, so my mother can only get up at 5 o’clock every morning to make breakfast for me and then ride to school.
One spring morning, it was still dark, my mother was tired because she had been busy with family affairs last night, so she gave me 1 yuan to buy it on the way to school. A few buns to eat. I took the money, rode a bike with a few friends in the team and set off.
It was dark all the way, only a few places with people’s houses had some light, but at that time I thought it was very fun. I played around with my friends on the bike and was very happy. .
After riding about half the distance, I was a little hungry. I saw a house in front of me turning on the lights, and there was a steaming steamer on the road. I happily hurry up Ride a bicycle to buy buns. The man who sold the buns was an old man, and I seemed to know each other. I didn’t think so much, so I bought two meat buns. At that time, the steamed stuffed bun was 30 cents. The grandfather smiled and found me 40 cents. After I took it, I broke a steamed stuffed bun and prepared to have a big meal. The old man smiled and said, “Children, the steamed bun is a bit hot, eat slowly.” I saw that red liquid came out of the steamed bun, which stuck to my hands everywhere. Later, the liquid inside was round. The circle keeps on and starts to flow onto me. I wiped it with my hands indiscriminately, seeing the red liquid on my hands, feeling very sick, and smelling it with my hands, there was a bloody smell.
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I was so scared that I quickly threw the buns into the ditch next to him, turned my head and looked intently, there is no grandfather and buns shop next to me. I don’t know when the partners are gone.
When I was so scared that I didn’t know what to do, someone called me from behind. It was one of my little friends, Xiaoling.
“Why are you riding so fast, we can’t keep up with you.” Xiaoling came up to me and said.
“I… I don’t know either”. I looked at my hand, there was no red liquid in my hand, and I felt a dollar in my pocket. I haven’t touched it.
I took Xiaoling and rode to the school quickly. I didn’t listen to anything in class that day.
After returning home from school, I told my father about it. He took a cigarette and said to me, “Small wind, when you go to that place in the future, remember to be with you. Ling and they go together.” Then there was nothing to say.
Later, the uncle accidentally told me that there was indeed a master in that place beforeGrandpa opened a bun shop, but the old grandpa passed away years ago.
In those three years, every time I cycled there, I would intentionally or unintentionally see if there was that bun shop and that old man on the roadside.
I never saw the old grandfather and the bun shop again.