I am a night stall, selling chao shou and sugar cakes at the nearest corner of this movie theater. This location is really good, quiet in the noisy, conspicuous and not crowded. Those couples who watch night movies will take care of my business before or after the movie, so I can subsidize my life. The night in the south is not cold. I feel the warmth and beauty of life every day in the scent of cooking.
I don’t remember when it started. There was one more her beside me. She was selling tea beside me. I was a little bit laughing at her being so untimely. She is taciturn all day, and I am not a noisy person, but occasionally I will talk to her when she is lonely when she is not busy. She is always willing to perfuse, but her attitude is also friendly. So I thought she just didn’t like to talk and was rather silent. There are always people who lose all their enthusiasm and vitality under the pressure of life. Fortunately, I don’t have it. I am happy and easily satisfied.
I rarely talk to her, but we always get along with each other, sometimes we exchange smiles when we look at each other. Gradually, I discovered a very interesting phenomenon. Almost all the couples who came to me to eat their hands were lovers. They sat down in front of my simple plastic table and chairs and talked in a low voice and intimately. Almost all were alone, drinking tea silently, and almost all looked sad. I am secretly funny, it turns out that tea is also a relief!
One day, she didn’t come, and I felt quite awkward. Although we didn’t talk much, I already regarded her as part of the night in my heart. I feel a little bit ungrateful. Always thinking about what happened to her, is she sick? Something? At this time, a crazy old man came over. The movie hasn’t ended yet, so he certainly wouldn’t be watching a movie. But I still greeted him enthusiastically: “Master, let’s take a copy!”
The old man turned his head to look at me and asked softly, “Girl, have you seen my daughter? My daughter sells tea here.” When I heard it, it turned out to be the father of the neighbor next door! He hurriedly replied: “Oh, you are her father! Come over and eat a bowl of hot hands! She did not come today, I am also surprised, won’t you live with her?” Before I asked a question, The old man left, muttering. I think this old man is not normal, looks crazy, and can’t help but feel a little worried. But I still didn’t put down the stall and chase it.
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Fortunately, she came again the next day and I was extremely enthusiastic. “Why didn’t you come yesterday? Did something happen? I thought you were sick!” But she just smiled and didn’t speak, making me look too enthusiastic, and she seemed to be talking to herself. Suddenly I remembered the old man, and said, “Oh, yes, your father came to you yesterday!” She heard this, and her face changed: “My father?” I am glad that she finally has a third expression, so Hurry up the interface: “Yes. He asked me if I saw you!” I described her father’sLooks like, I really want to ask her father if something…abnormal, and advise her to look after her father. But finally I still didn’t say it. Although she and I have been neighbors for a long time, but after all, we are not familiar to that level.
She listened to my eager statement, without saying a word, with a reminiscent look on her face. I finally stopped. I also realized that her reaction was not quite right. We are all silent.
After a while, she spoke: “My father and I are already in two worlds.” I was taken aback for a while, but I didn’t understand what it meant. She pondered for a while and continued: “We seem to have been separated from each other for a long time.” My scalp is tingling. So yesterday I was… Damn it? I don’t speak anymore, and I have nothing to say.
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Her expression was very sad and she became more silent.
When I went home, I told my husband about it. We are all struggling in life and we all have to be strong. My husband bought me a peach wood pendant to protect me from evil, and it was cheap. In fact, I didn’t feel too much, and I didn’t feel particularly scared after the incident.
Nothing changes every day. The only thing that can be called a change is that I moved. As the children grew up, they needed more money, but the price of my hand-offs hardly changed. So I moved to my mother-in-law’s house, although it was crowded, but fortunately, it was not far from the place where I sold my hands every day. I made an unexpected discovery because of this. I saw the old man again, her father!
I pointed it out to my husband, but he laughed at me: “Don’t talk nonsense! That’s obviously a person! They lived here when I was a kid!”
I was stunned again! Is it because she is evading maintenance responsibilities? It’s too bad!
When I went out to the stall at night, I saw her irritating words several times, presumably her face was not very good-looking. She didn’t realize it, and still gave me a smile when her eyes met. I finally couldn’t help it: “I saw your father again!” She was taken aback: “Oh!”
I was so angry! that’s it? “Why do you say your father is dead?” Uncle Ghost Ghost Story www.guidaye.com
She was stunned: “I don’t have one!”
“Didn’t you say that you are already separated from him?” She would pretend to be stupid!
“Yes!”
“You!” I just wanted to question, but suddenly I thought of an almost impossible possibility: “You… You…”
“Yes, I am dead. But I am still nostalgic for the world. I don’t worry about my parents. I don’t want to reincarnate. I sell Mengpo soup to the lonely ghost here. Tell them not to harm people and reincarnate as soon as possible…”
After that, the copyists continued to sell their hands.. She and I, in a small place, are doing business for both yin and yang.