Then the previous article, last time I talked about my failure to confess my love and became a joke in the whole series. In order to "repay the wound" and to avoid becoming the focus of the conversation, I returned to my hometown. I met Brother Sao in my hometown and returned drunk with Brother Sao. I mistakenly called the "cemetery" of the convenience store owner a "dung farm", and a few weird things happened in the cemetery late at night.
After drinking, especially after being drunk, even if you get up and walk and urinate, it will cause blood to churn and you will almost feel nauseated.
Brother Sao said, let’s calm down for a while, and when we wake up, we will go to check in.
I said, that's great.
Brother Sao said, look at this feces, but there is no smell.
I said, yes, you see the beautiful scenery, you can hear the wind blowing through the treetops, you can see the black holes ahead, and there are piles of dung piles. This is the scene, Ah Sao, you can write a poem. Live up to this time.
Brother Sao said that this is easy to do.
Then Brother Sao found a place and gave him a "shit".
I found a small pit and lay in it. Brother Sao also followed in, next to each other. Damn it, it's the downward trend. Brother Scumbag's smell of shit comes and sways across the market from my nose. At that time, I no longer wanted to move. I endured the smell. I felt my eyelids heavy and fell asleep as I spoke.
I don’t know how long I slept, but in a daze, I felt so thirsty. I took a sip of water and lit a cigarette. My head became much clearer. I looked around carefully and suddenly my hair stood up and my hair exploded.
We are in a cemetery! The crows around him were even more quiet. At the same time, the temperature is obviously cold, and compared with the streets, it seems like it is refrigeration.
Fortunately, the drunkenness is still there, and Brother Sao is still there. I am not particularly afraid, because sometimes, I will think that if there are really ghosts in the world, it means that everything will not be empty after death, and death will lead to death, so there should be no fear.
This night-night stay in the cemetery also added a topic of conversation to my life.
Someone goes to Xinma Thai , some go to heaven and earth, some go to detention center , and some go to washing hair and massage city.
But how many people came to the cemetery to spend the night late at night?
I called Brother Sao. Brother Sao is like the one behind us, without any reaction.
Then, after gradually getting used to the surrounding environment, I actually thought of Zhang Qi by chance.
Thinking of Zhang Qi's rejection of my past, I couldn't help but feel sad from my heart. The north wind rose and the fallen leaves were all over the ground. In such a desolate scene, I felt even more sad.
If I have no fate in this life, what will I do? Even after having a relationship with Zhang Qi, she asked me to leave the house with purity, I would definitely obey the rules, first "leave the house" and then cut off the dust roots, and truly "purify myself". If I do this, I have it.
In front of me, ancestors were buried and their past was buried. Who can still know the joys and sorrows of their lives? Who can exclusively dedicate the one you love with?
"Can't find it" is one of the seven bitternesses of . The fleeting life contains endless "suffering".
7 bitter
The scenery of the devastating defeat is autumn, and things that cannot be let go are called the inner demon.
Inner Demon
From now on, my past will be hidden by Zhang Qi. My memories were broken and there was pain with the skin.
When I was immersed in random thoughts, a "person" actually appeared three or five meters away!
Borrowing the moonlight, I saw that this man was short and covered in mud. Squatting under a new grave, striking the tombstone, jingling something.
The body is full of soil, which means that it may have crawled out of the ground! At this moment, the extremely terrifying feeling was unparalleled in the world!
I didn't dare to move at all, staring at me tightly, for fear that I couldn't see clearly, and at the same time, I didn't dare to open it too wide because I was afraid that I could see too clearly.
I clearly heard that "person" said, "Mom, let you make a monument and not engrave my name, I will engrave it on it myself!"
I instantly thought of a ghost story: A Piao, because his name was not engraved on the tombstones in him by descendants. Apiao lay down on the ground, dying with his eyes open, finally crawled out and engraved his name on his tombstone...
Isn't it the same plot at noon? Could it be that Brother Sao and I are so lucky?
(To be continued)
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