In Chifu's room.

She was holding her mobile phone and was not very good at operating it.

She had just registered something called WeChat with the help of Po Nu, and the only friends in her friend list were Wang Xilou and Feng Wuli.

Chifu felt a little strange in her heart. She actually knew a little bit about this mobile phone. After all, she had been wandering outside for decades and was not completely out of touch with society.

It’s just that she is not as receptive as Po Nu. Po Nu has no money because she is burdened with the curse of bad luck. She has no money because her brain is not very good.

Her wandering was more like that of an ascetic. She worked in a black factory, moved goods at a dock, joined a pyramid scheme, and was trafficked into a ravine.

She always has a serious look on her face every time, with an expression that says "I don't want to mess with you", and then she gets cheated out of nowhere. You don't have to worry about your personal safety, but you don't have any money left. In recent years, public security has gotten better and better, and the environment has also improved.

With each passing day, no one deceived her, and there were not many black factories. No one wanted her when she went to work, so she came back.

She was now looking at the message that said, 'You have added Feng Wuli and you can start chatting now.'

chat?

Why is she talking to him?

But here it shows that he wants her to chat with him, so there is nothing she can do about it. She doesn't want to talk to him, she just listens to this thing's words.

But what should I tell him?

I have nothing to say to him!

The frown on Chifugi's lovely face deepened. He held his phone with both hands and looked at the chat interface in deep thought.

After a long while, she used the handwriting input method to send a message.

Chifu: Good evening

For a minute or two, she concentrated on looking at the screen of her phone, but there was always only her message at the top.

"You're not scary at all." Po Nu sneered.

"Nonsense! What I said was so scary, you were scared to death by me!"

"It's a mess, it doesn't make sense, it's scary."

I don’t know why Po Nu and that stupid cat are so crazy tonight. They insist on crowding into her and Wanwan’s room. The two idiots and the cute Wanwan are telling scary stories, and they come one at a time.

Fortunately, the bed in this room is big enough. It was made by a pure carpenter. It is an antique bed and can sleep two people. It can also squeeze in two small animals.

It's a wooden bed made by Wang Sanxi.

That kid is also dead of old age.

Chifu flipped through his memory.

A fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy who was so hungry that he was dizzy was lying in front of the incense paper shop. The door of the incense paper shop opened, and the woman as gentle as the water of the Xiang River came out. It was early spring at that time.

If you’re celebrating the Chinese New Year, don’t die in front of my house.

Zombies will also feel very unlucky.

The man suddenly stood up, which startled her, and started to practice Wing Chun, which she had just learned recently.

Turns out he's not dead.

What are you talking about? You can't hear it if you speak louder.

Want something to eat?

There is nothing to eat at home, and the rice jar seems to be empty. How about I give you some money and help me buy a bag of rice from Xu Ji in the east of the city.

Wang Xilou watched the little beggar walk away.

People in the neighborhood said, "Xiao Wang has become a good old man again, why are you so kind-hearted?" The little zombie laughed and said that it was okay, and his life was not easy.

She also thought that this little beggar would be like the others, take the money and run away never to come back again.

In the evening, she opened the door, and there was another young man lying in front of the door like in the morning.

Their postures were exactly the same as in the morning, with their arms stretched out facing the ground, as if they had expired from exhaustion.

There was just a bag of rice beside me.

She crossed her chest and leaned against the door frame, shaking her head. She thought this person was stupid and didn't run away quickly after taking the money.

In the past five hundred years, Wang Xilou has indeed met many people, including ordinary people, practitioners, immortals, and monsters.

There are also people like Wang Sanxi who have been taken in by her for a period of time. Most of them will eventually leave the incense shop and become her alone again. When people ask her why she stays here, she just says that she is waiting for someone.

.

Wang Sanxi has lived here for more than twenty years. That spring noon, he looked at himself in the mirror. His youthful appearance had long since faded. Now he was over forty years old, wrinkles appeared on his face, and his temples began to turn gray.

But when he looked at the woman in the yard, she was lying on a wicker chair, basking in the sun with her legs crossed and humming an ancient tune.

The woody flowers on the wall behind her swayed in the wind, her face was red from the sun, her eyelashes were trembling in the sunlight, and the mottled light of the jujube trees fell on her face, half of it was light, half of it was shadow, and her white and tender hands moved.

It was very comfortable to take pictures of the wicker chairs.

She is holy and beautiful, and time has left no trace on her body.

"Sanxi, take out all those bacon and dry them. The sun is nice today."

He went to the kitchen, took out the bacon, hung it up, filled the water tank with water, chopped enough firewood for several days, and filled the rice tank with rice. The woman smiled and asked him what happened today.

"Sister, I want to start a family."

Wang Xilou was stunned for a moment, then Shuer smiled and said: That's it.

The woman he brought to Wang Xilou was a divorced girl in her thirties. When the woman met Wang Xilou, she didn't know that her man behaved like a junior in front of this teenage girl.

But I still respectfully call her sister.

Wang Xilou asked him what his plans were. The man said he planned to go north to try his luck, so he gave him a sum of money and watched the two of them leave.

Later, more than thirty years later, an old man with the fading light of the evening tremblingly opened the door of the incense paper shop.

The scene after the door opened was the way back and the way back that he had been dreaming about.

He looked at the woman in the yard, lying on a wicker chair with her legs crossed and basking in the sun. This place had never changed.

It's just that the young man who was lying on the ground with his eyes dimmed from hunger is now gray-haired.

What would a seventy-year-old man call a little girl aged 16 or 17? Granddaughter? Or great-grandson?

"Sister, I'm back." The octogenarian old man said to the twenty-eight-year-old girl in the yard.

Oh, it’s Sanxi!

Come back to live? It’s not impossible. We haven’t seen each other for many years, thirty years, yes, yes!

I haven’t waited yet, ha, I’ve been waiting for hundreds of years anyway.

Is your business doing big? So great? Get some money and spend it with me.

Who are you kidding? I am so poor that I am just basking in the sun.

By the way, I’m going to go out for a while, I’m going to become an immortal, haha.

…

The number of people sunbathing in the yard changed from one to two, then from two to one, and finally there was no more. The wood scented flowers bloomed and then failed. The next year, the backyard door was opened again, and Wang Xilou looked embarrassed.

Come back from outside.

"Sanxi, I'm starving. Go out and buy me a bowl of Yangchun noodles."

Wang Xilou opened the door, and there was bright sunlight in the yard. The jujube branches were lush and swaying in the wind. The leaves and flowers fell all over the ground and no one cleaned them. Weeds grew in the gaps between the stone bricks and had been deserted for some time.

I heard that he died of old age without any illness or disaster.

Fortunately, fortunately.

…

"Your story is not scary at all, not as scary as mine!"

"You have shrunk under Wanwan's butt. Don't scratch Wanwan's tail and it hurts."

Po Nu rolled his eyes at the stupid cat and looked at Wanwan: "We're here Wanwan, hurry up and talk."

"Ah? But Wanwan doesn't know how to tell stories."

The little fox was very embarrassed, and his toes curled up together nervously under the quilt. The story of an adventure on a snowy night in a mountain village that Po Nu had just told was too scary.

"It's okay, Silly Cat can talk about that mess just now, you can do whatever you want."

"I don't like you anymore, and I don't want you to sleep in my arms tonight!"

They sat on the bedside, each holding a corner of the quilt.

Po Nu had her legs crossed, while Wanwan stood with her legs up and hugged her knees. Yeji, who was originally a beautiful girl with long black hair and straight legs, sat on the side hugging her knees. Because she was too scared just now, she turned into a kitten and huddled behind Wanwan.

Wanwan pulled Ye Ji out from under her tail, held her in her arms, smoothed her hair with her little hands, and said timidly: "Wanwan, let me tell you a less scary story, about a little bear and a little fox.

"

"Wait a minute." Ye Ji suddenly interrupted: "I want to go back and bring my polar bear doll over."
To be continued...