That night, my friend and I finished the night food stall and planned to go home to sleep.
While walking on the road, an old man came to us on a bicycle. He stopped before us and greeted us: “Young man, can you do me a favor?”
I looked at the old man and felt he was eager, obviously it was something that mattered , Just answer him: “You say, as long as we can do it to help you as much as possible.”
The old man got out of the car and turned to take a thing from the bag rack. He strapped the bag rack tightly, and he spent some time. It was a rectangular box wrapped in red brocade.
“Can you help me deliver it to 13 Old Street?” The old man said as he handed the thing to me.
I was hesitant to hear him say that he would send something to Lao Cai. At this time, it was already midnight, and there were almost no pedestrians on the road. There was a distance from here to the old street, and there was no street lamp in the old street of Baoshan.
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“Don’t you have a bicycle?” I asked.
“But I’m running out of time, kind people will do me a favor, I will remember you.” He said that he stuffed things over, and I had to follow.
The old man rode away without getting back on the bicycle. When a truck arrived at the intersection and hit him, my friend and I screamed and ran past. However, the truck showed no signs of stopping and flew away. Running to the front, there was nothing on the ground, and the old man seemed to disappear from the air. My friend and I looked at each other, not knowing what happened. Look at the box that is still holding the box.
“What should I do?” I asked a friend.
“Let’s help him deliver it.” My friend panicked, why am I not?
We were trembling along the way, the two of them did not say a word, but just desperately hurry.
I finally found No. 13 Old Street, which is an old house, separated from the surrounding houses. I had the courage to knock on the door, but the door opened. An old lady leaned forward: “How come this will come, waiting for you for a long time.” Then he took the box from me. “Go back, this place is not for you.”
I couldn’t resist my curiosity and asked, “Since we have delivered it, can you tell us what it is?”
The old lady looked at me a little strangely. The ashes of my old man.” Then he turned and closed the door.
My friend and I ran away in fright, and we went back sick for a long time. www.guidaye.com
My friend and I have been there again, but there is no 13 Old Street at all, there is only one local grave.