Lao Zhang took his good wife back home unsteadily.

His wife Wang Jia left two low-wattage energy-saving lamps for him in the entrance and balcony, and he was lying on the bed in the bedroom and brushing his cell phone. When he heard the door opening, Wang Jia did not get up or greet him. He just waited for her to read a romantic review of a celebrity's old gossip, and realized that it was strangely quiet outside.

Wang Jia stood up straight and looked at the balcony, "Lao Zhang, what are you doing?"

Guaiguai's doghouse is on the balcony. Usually, Lao Zhang came back from walking his dog at night, wiped his feet, watched Guaiguai go back to sleep, and had to cover it with a quilt so that he could brush his teeth and wash his face and return to the bedroom. During this period, there were naturally rustling and rustling, not to mention that Lao Zhang was used to talking to Guaiguai. Wang Jia sometimes felt that it was numb.

Wang Jia shouted without a response, and couldn't help but feel uneasy and lifted the quilt and got out of bed.

She looked straight towards the balcony. She didn't see anyone or dog at first sight. She subconsciously turned her head to look at the entrance, didn't see the dog leash on the hook, nor did she see Lao Zhang's pair of old sneakers, only a pair of plastic slippers were still there.

She thought the sound of opening the door she had just heard was an illusion, and her eyes swept across the clock on the living room wall, but she felt something was wrong.

It's so late, why haven't Lao Zhang come back yet?

Wang Jia turned around and was about to call with his cell phone. His steps suddenly stopped and he had goose bumps on his body.

She turned her head suddenly to look at the sofa.

The energy-saving lamp on the balcony illuminated a corner of the living room and hit half of Lao Zhang's body, causing him to hide into darkness towards the side of the bedroom. He remained motionless, like a sculpture, or a ghost in this quiet night.

Wang Jia almost didn't mention it in one breath.

She covered her chest, gasped loudly, and cursed angrily: "What the hell are you pretending to be in the middle of the night!"

This sound made Lao Zhang feel excited and raised his head.

A dog's head also appeared between the sofa and the coffee table.

Wang Jia was even more angry, "What are you doing with a dog? You scared me so much! You deliberately scare me, right? You are so old, you still do these things... Old Zhang?"

Wang Jia cursed and his tone softened. She looked at Lao Zhang carefully.

Because of the light, she could only see the motionless blurred figures and dog figures. After watching this for a long time, she gradually became scared.

Wang Jia hurried to the entrance hall and turned on the lights in the living room.

Click!

The room suddenly lit up.

Old Zhang narrowed his eyes and looked at Wang Jia.

Wang Jia looked carefully for a while and saw that the man and the dog were all fine. The person sitting on the sofa pressed a butt mark on the sofa, and the dog sitting on the floor also left a shadow on the ground, as well as the marks left by the sneakers and dog paws on the floor, and couldn't help but breathe out.

She walked to Lao Zhang and said, "I'm scared to death, I'm still thinking of you... Oh, what are you thinking about at night?" She gently pulled out the dog leash from Lao Zhang's hand and detached the rope cover on her neck.

Lao Zhang only came back to his senses at this time, and became more energetic and thoughtful about Wang Jia: "You have watched too many horror movies, and you are thinking about it."

"I was thinking a lot. What were you thinking about sitting here just now? I didn't change my shoes." Wang Jia did not deny. At that moment, she did think of many classic horror scenes, such as Lao Zhang had an accident walking her dog at night, and only the soul came home without knowing anything.

Lao Zhang thought for a while before saying, "You said, are there any such people in this world who look exactly the same?"

"Twins?" Wang Jia asked, "It's still father and son, mother and daughter? There are many people who look like each other. When we were young, weren't there any activities on the Internet to find people who look like us?" She continued, "Who did you see? That nephew of Xiaosheng?"

Wang Jia heard Lao Zhang say that Sheng Yao's nephew looks very similar to Sheng Yao. That time, Lao Zhang came back with a good look. When he talked about this, his tone was quite interesting, but he just mentioned it casually. After he finished speaking, Wang Jia continued to ask Xiao Sheng how he was doing recently. Lao Zhang replied that he was going on a trip. She commented that it was good. Lao Zhang said again, yes, the conversation ended.

Wang Jia has a good memory and remembers the conversation at that time. After finishing the memories, he looked at Lao Zhang in confusion.

She said so much, but Lao Zhang didn't say a word.

Old Zhang was silent for a while and shook his head, "Forget it, it's not a big deal. Alas, it's so late, go to bed."

Wang Jia glanced at Lao Zhang's gray-haired face, "You look like a dead person, just like when I forced you to watch a horror movie."

Lao Zhang's face turned a little darker, "What are you talking about in the big night?"

"I'll tell you, I'm going to watch it next month's special edition of "The Curse of Death" will be released."

"You can see it yourself."

"How strange it is to me, an old lady, to see it myself."

"It's not surprising that you can take me, the old man, to see it?"

"You will accompany me to see it on the 40th anniversary, but I won't see it on the 50th anniversary?"

The old couple quarreled, settled down and wiped the floor. After Lao Zhang finished washing up, he lay side by side on the familiar bed.

Lao Zhang turned off the lights and ended the conversation that was nutritious and full of life before going to bed.

Beside him was Wang Jia's calm breathing, and everything was as calm as usual.

Old Zhang opened his eyes and looked at the ceiling for a while. His eyes gradually adapted to the darkness allowed him to see the outline of the ceiling lamp. His gaze seemed to pass through the lampshade and saw the remaining heat and filaments emitting red light inside.

The red silk is like a cigarette butt lit at night.

Lao Zhang thought of the young man's face and his sinister eyes that reflected red light.

Lao Zhang thought he was not a timid person, but he could not stop the chill that came out from the depths of his heart. His limbs were like a flood of lead, and the lead water poured into his torso along his blood vessels, making his body heavy and a sense of discomfort and oppression.

Lao Zhang turned over.

He closed his eyes hard, but his brain was thinking uncontrollably, thinking about this night, and then decades ago.

After a long time, Lao Zhang felt his body stiff and numb, and his mind became chaotic and lost logic. Only then did he fall into a deep sleep.

...

When Lao Zhang was still Xiao Zhang, his academic performance was not very good. He couldn't study and his parents were so worried that he spent a lot of money to send the cram school. He was also forced to do a small job at home, and he was beaten every three days and a big game every five days. He worked hard and finally rushed Lao Zhang to take a junior college entrance examination.

Lao Zhang graduated from college and worked as a worker in a small factory. I don’t know if he had experienced the experience of the social furnace, or because his parents who could have beaten him so hard that they could not lift oil or carry rice, his mentality became much more mature. He grinded a little every year and grinded a little every year, and he successfully got into an adult university and took a lot of professional certificates. Although these things were not useful in the first few years, they later caught the small factory and were swallowed up by other large factories. He took this into several large factories in China and successfully stayed. The work he did was more advanced, and his salary increased a lot.

In a blink of an eye, he married Wang Jia, whom he met in an adult university. He relied on the savings of both parents and the couple over the past few years to pay the down payment and bought a small house. The two also had the next generation...

Life is like a lantern, passing by one in Lao Zhang's dream, mixed with the horror clips that Wang Jiaxing pulled him to watch, and then returned to the past from time to time. Memories are like fragments, twisting around, and time is confused.

Lao Zhang suddenly saw a person in his dream.

Far away, he looked at the top of the mountain in the crowd, and saw the young man with his hands in his pockets. His long windbreaker that was not suitable for climbing was blown up by the wind. His slightly long hair floated back like the hem of his clothes, revealing his handsome face. The young man squinted his eyes and looked at the sea of ​​clouds in front of him, without being disturbed by the noisy tourists around him, and did not care about the eyes of many people who were casting on him. He was alone and looked particularly lonely at the check-in point on the bustling mountaintop. After a while, he took out a cigarette, lit it, took a sip, and slowly spit it out. The smoke covered his eyebrows.

Lao Zhang was photographed by Wang Jia beside him before he suddenly came back to his senses.

He woke up in panic. At that moment, he seemed to see two red and sinister eyes emitting from the smoke.

He wiped his forehead and turned his head to look, and found that Wang Jia was sleeping heavily with his back to him.

The feeling of being photographed before was just part of the dream.

Back then, Wang Jia also photographed him, reminding him not to stand in place and block the tourists hiking behind him. When he looked up, the young man was gone. His heartbeat subconsciously, and he thought that the man had jumped off the cliff. However, he quickly realized that the man was really going to jump off the cliff in front of this crowded tourists. Now he would have had a quarrel on the top of Longshan. Wang Jia asked him what he was looking for. He replied that he saw someone he had known before, and told Wang Jia very strangely that the man had not seen him for decades, exactly the same as he looked back then.

By the way, when he saw Sheng Yao's nephew, he also told the young man and Boss Le...

Lao Zhang let out a sigh and closed his eyes again sleepily.

...

The workshop director recruited all the members of their team and introduced the young guys around him to everyone.

The man had a sharp eyebrows, a tall figure, a smile on his lips, and nodded slightly to everyone. He looked very noble. Although he acted politely, he felt that he looked down on them, the blue-collar workers.

Lao Zhang, an employee of a small factory who had just been brought in, worked hard all day long, fearing that he would be fired. At this moment, looking at the new young man, what he felt was not curiosity, envy and admiration, but a sense of fear that he had not had back then.

He listened to the director's introduction: "This is Fang Xi, a doctoral student who has returned from studying abroad. He will be transferred to our team this month. Everyone should study hard from him." At the end, the director looked at Fang Xi with quite emotion. Whether in his tone or look, he looked like he looked at "other people's children".

Such a director made them not know how to respond. The colleagues around them looked at each other in a hurry. Lao Zhang was very conscious and was at the end of the line with peace of mind, without any thoughts.

No, he has ideas now. He keeps feeling palpitations, and two other images of Fang Xi are constantly emerging in his mind - the cold and lonely appearance when he stands on the top of the mountain, and the gloomy and terrifying appearance under the street lights at night.

Fang Xi was very calm and said a humble sentence in a calm tone: "I want to learn from all teachers."

Lao Zhang quickly reviewed Fang Xi's power in his dream.

Fang Xi knew everything, and it seemed that she knew what to do without learning. She did the most experienced front-line workers. In just one week, Fang Xi optimized and improved their workflow, snatched the work from the engineering department, replaced the machines they used with new programs, and brought in new equipment from somewhere. She quickly passed the complex and rigid approval of the factory, making their workshop look brand new.

Lao Zhang initially thought that this was the style of a large factory, but after listening to his colleagues' comments, he realized that his colleagues in a large factory also thought that Fang Xi was a monster and was not in the same world as ordinary people like them.

At this moment, in this dream, he looked at Fang Xi in horror as if he was watching a monster, his cold and distant smile, his methodically turned their workshop into unrecognizable faces, and he also stood beside the director with a noble expression when he was Tathagata, and announced his high promotion.

After Fang Xi was promoted, all workshops in the factory made major updates based on them as templates. In the first two years, Lao Zhang could still hear some things about Fang Xi: what was promoted, what was promoted, what was the highest level, what kind of technological innovations he made, and negotiated a big contract, brought in new investment, led the construction of branch factories in other places, and went overseas to expand the territory...

Fang Xi seemed to have done something that others could only accomplish in a decade or so within a year, and their factory was getting higher and growing rapidly.

Not long after, Lao Zhang heard about Fang Xi's job change. To be more precise, he was "ascending", and even "high promotion" was not enough to describe Fang Xi's new job.

Lao Zhang also took advantage of Fang Xi’s bonus. Not only did he repay the loan in advance, he also changed to a bigger and better new house.

He thought that a monster like Fang Xi would only become a passerby in his life, and might also become a topic of conversation after dinner, but he never expected to see Fang Xi again inadvertently on a trip twenty or thirty years later.

Although only one glance.

Lao Zhang felt that he would not admit that person wrong. Even though he was far away, he didn't say hello, and the man looked like Fang Xi was not as energetic as Fang Xi at the time, but... but... that should be Fang Xi. After all, if you say that it was Fang Xi, it would be more story-like, right?

When his father was paralyzed, Lao Zhang thought a little awkwardly: Fang Xi could only climb mountains alone, and looked frustrated and lonely. It was probably normal for an ordinary person like him to encounter such a thing. He also thought about the Bai family where the white-haired man gave away the black-haired man, and the son-in-law of the Bai family who didn't know when he would remarry. He thought that no matter what, the whole family would always be there, and he still had parents, wives and children, not alone...

...

Lao Zhang fell asleep in a daze, had a dream all night, and woke up in a daze.

I was already empty, and I could still hear the movements from the kitchen outside and the various noises in the community outside the window.

Lao Zhang sat up, hurriedly finished washing, then called Guaiguai, and grabbed the dog leash.

"What are you doing when you open your eyes?" Wang Jia came out of the kitchen with a pot of freshly cooked porridge.

"Take me to the bathroom."
Chapter completed!