"Xiao Zhou, wherever there's trouble, you'll be there, right?" I looked at Zhou Yan helplessly. Seeing him starting to roll up his sleeves, I hurriedly grabbed him: "Your sister is here, be careful with your appearance."

"How dare you accuse me? As an elder brother, don't you pay attention to your image?" Zhou Yan looked at me even more helplessly.

To be honest, from the appearance of Zhou Yan, he really doesn’t belong to the type who can roll up his sleeves and fight with others. In my opinion, he is a combination of a tough guy, a top student, a gentle man, and a good person.

Usually he doesn't get angry with others, but if I fight with someone, this grandson will roll up his sleeves without saying a word. He has been like this since college. I am really touched.

"Brother Zhou, it's just a joke, don't worry." Xie Feng looked at Zhou Yan with a smile. He seemed very surprised by Zhou Yan's arrival. He probably didn't expect that Zhou Yan would come out at the critical moment.

Zhou Yujia pulled Zhou Yan and me to tell us to stop making trouble, and then whispered in my ear: "Actually, I'm quite scared of going on an adventure, so I called my brother before I came."

I nodded and looked at Zhou Yan: "Has it been solved there?"

"Uncle Zhang is here, so there is nothing to do without me." Zhou Yan smiled and shrugged: "My sister said she was going on some adventure, but she called me as soon as I got home. Now I'm still sleepy.

."

"Take your sister back." I shook my head: "Their expedition was to Maotai Tower. I heard it was to see "ghosts". To put it nicely, they were looking for legendary monsters and ghosts, and to contribute their meager efforts to the advancement of traditional human culture.

"

It's okay not to say ghost. When he mentioned the word ghost, Zhou Yan immediately started to tremble.

The previous scenes of Luo Dahai showing off his power are still vivid in my mind. Is this grandson still afraid?

Zhou Yan slowly came back to his senses and glared at Zhou Yujia: "Go back to bed! Why are you so disobedient?!"

"I won't! I won't!" Zhou Yujia looked at Zhou Yan angrily, not afraid of this so-called brother at all.

I shook my head helplessly and patted Zhou Yujia on the shoulder: "Go back to bed and don't go out to play blindly. When you have time, your brother and I will take you out to play."

"Tomorrow is Sunday, and we don't have enough time. Let's go to Qingyan Ancient Town next Saturday?" Zhou Yujia chuckled, grabbed Zhou Yan's arm and shook him: "Brother, let's go together next week, Brother Yi

He said he would take me to play~"

"Going to Qingyan Ancient Town next week?" Zhou Yan asked me with his eyes, and I answered him with my eyes: "If you don't go, your sister will curse you to death. Of course, she will also curse me to death, so you know."

By the time Zhou Yan and I made our decision, Zhou Yujia had already finished explaining to Lin Jia and the others, and was standing outside the barbecue stall with a wicked smile on his face, waiting for us to go out.

Before leaving, I paused and couldn't help but remind Lin Jia: "You'd better not go."

Lin Jia smiled and said nothing, obviously not taking my words to heart.

"Let's go." Zhou Yan patted me.

At that time, neither Zhou Yan nor I expected that the farewell at the barbecue stall would be the last time we saw Xie Feng.

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When I returned to the wreath shop, I got into the quilt without even washing my face. After all, I was really tired today.

After playing with Luo Dahai for a while, my bones are almost falling apart. If I don't sleep to replenish my energy, I will probably be able to catch up with the old man in a few days.

Early the next morning, before I woke up, my phone suddenly rang.

I picked up my phone in a daze and saw that it was Zhou Yan calling.

"Why are you calling me so early in the morning?" I said impatiently.

There was silence on the other end of the phone.

After a while, Zhou Yan's wry smile slowly came over.

"Xie Feng is dead."

I didn't react at the time. I was stunned for a while and suddenly sat up from the bed.

unexpected.

Xie Feng's death can only be described as sudden. I really can't imagine how someone who was fine last night could die today.

On the phone, Zhou Yan briefly told me what happened last night.

Xie Feng, Lin Jia, and two other men and two women, a group of six people went to Maotai Building for a so-called adventure.

At about three o'clock in the night, this group of young people looking for excitement walked out of Maotai Building. There was nothing unusual about anyone, let alone encountering a ghost in the building.

It is said that Xie Feng's buddies are still talking about whether Xie Feng is lying to them. There is nothing in this place, it is just an abandoned real estate.

No one can imagine what happens next.

Xie Feng didn't show anything unusual after returning home, but early the next morning, Xie Feng's mother came into the room and asked Xie Feng to get up and go to work. She was almost frightened to death as soon as she entered the room.

"Myocardial infarction is quite scary." Zhou Yan lowered his voice on the phone: "His old man has something to do with my dad. I guess Xie Feng's dad also thinks this is a bit abnormal. He came to my dad early this morning.

They said they called the police, but I was called for an autopsy. You didn't see that Xie Feng's expression was so distorted when he died, and he looked like he had seen a ghost."

"Then what?" I frowned. Why call the police if Xie Feng is dead? I really can't figure out his father's thinking.

Logically speaking, if ordinary people encounter this situation, they will definitely send them to the hospital as soon as possible, and it is impossible to call the police.

It's not a homicide or a suicide. Myocardial infarction has nothing to do with the police?

"There is something unusual in Xie Feng's bedroom. I guess he encountered those things." Zhou Yan said with a trembling tone.

Ever since Luo Dahai's incident, Zhou Yan's atheism has been completely overturned, and he has completely transformed from a positive young man who loves science into a theistic and superstitious person.

"Even if he was killed by those things, what does it have to do with me?" I sounded a little impatient. Is this why you woke me up so early in the morning?

"Why don't you go and take a look..." Zhou Yan said awkwardly: "After all, we are all college classmates."

"Dan's classmate, your classmate has about thirty people chasing you with knives to chop you? Your classmate is teasing your sister? Your classmate is beating up the old man?" I retorted angrily. Last night I did it again

It’s not that I didn’t persuade them, but what was the result?

Who believed it? Who listened?

No wonder the old man often said that good words can never persuade a damned ghost. I guess Xie Feng's death was destined and was not a so-called accident at all.

Since everything is destined, what else should I see? Do I want to interfere with the rotation of the wheel of fate? Impossible!

Haha, I am a person who respects God. I will listen to whatever He arranges. Let me make it clear first. I am not the kind of person who is petty and vengeful, right?

"It's not like you don't know that his old man is rich. If you go and help..." Zhou Yan wanted to seduce me with money, but he was obviously wrong. Someone else asked me for the money. Okay, thank you.

The Feng family can't ask me for money.

"To put it bluntly, Xie Feng deserves to die early. That's it, hang up." I hung up the phone without waiting for Zhou Yan's reply. I put the phone under the pillow and pressed it, yawning and got in again.

In the quilt.

The old man of Xie Feng's family is not a thing, and Xie Feng is even less of a thing. If they really want me to help them, it's not impossible. After they die, I will go and perform a salvation ceremony for them for free.

It’s not just a day or two that we have become enemies with their family. Ever since the incident in college when he led someone to kill me, I have always wished that my grandson would be hit by a car when he went out.

Don't think I'm being petty, because the conflict between me and the Xie Feng family is not that simple.

This is what happened that time.

I was chased out of the university town by Xie Feng and the others. After getting into a taxi, I ran back to the wreath shop. I thought that this place was remote and they couldn't find it, so I could hide for a while. I would try it again next time when I have a chance.

I went to block Xie Feng alone once.

Who knew that Xie Feng was really capable, but this grandson just came to the door with a group of young grandsons.

The old man was in the store at that time, and I was sleeping in the back room. I didn't know they were coming to my door.

By the time I heard the sirens starting to sound outside, the matter had basically been resolved. Zhou Yan and the police arrived at the scene in time, and the old man was sent to the hospital.

He received a slap on the face and two kicks on the stomach. This was done by Xie Feng.

If the old man hadn't held me tight afterwards, I would have killed Xie Feng. This is not a joke, it's the truth.

At that time, I didn't understand why the old man did this. The creed he always taught me was that if someone punches you, you have to retaliate.

But he didn't let me do it at that time, and I really couldn't figure it out.

It wasn't until a long time later that I figured out that the old man didn't want me to cause trouble, let alone cause trouble.

Why does he usually educate me not to suffer losses? It’s because he doesn’t want to see me suffer losses and I am his pet peeve.

As for Xie Feng's incident, he would rather suffer a loss than let me cause trouble. This is the old man.

"If the old man didn't want me to get into trouble, your grandson would have died long ago." I muttered, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep, so I could only sit up lazily and lean against the bedside to smoke my morning cigarette.

The back room of the wreath shop has always been the bedroom of the old man and I. The two single beds are squeezed into the innermost part, and the altar table dedicated to the ancestor is outside. When outsiders look at the back room, it looks like a refugee house. It’s so crowded.

That's an exaggeration.

Originally I thought this place was too crowded and I always wanted to live in a more spacious place, but now I realize that living in a crowded place is the best.

The old man left three months ago, but three months later I still am not used to living alone.

Is it dependence or lack of independence? I can’t tell because I feel uncomfortable when I think about the old man.

I silently lit another cigarette and smoked while the ashes fell into the ashtray used by the old man. My mind involuntarily turned on the memory mode. It was a very annoying mode. I was recalling things that I didn’t want to do.

Things to remember.

"You stupid little bastard, you're such a stupid idiot, how could you make the first move?" The old man often scolded me like this, because he loves to play chess, and usually he can only find me to play with him when he can't find anyone else to play with him. Of course,

I'm a bad chess piece.

(In Xiangxi dialect, Xiyazi means child)

"Grandpa, I miss you." I pressed the cigarette butt into the ashtray, sat on the bed with my head in my hands, and murmured softly.
Chapter completed!