Yuan Wu felt that maybe it was because he had been in contact with too few people over the years. He really did not expect that there would be such a mental illness that insisted on declaring that he was a ghost. Looking at the expression on his face, he still believed in himself. It was as if a knife had been slashed in his heart.

"Do you have a specific understanding of ghosts?" Yuan Wu still pressed him and didn't let go.

"Do you have any?" Lin Chengbu asked back, frowning and twisting his neck again, "Let go, I can't breathe anymore."

"Are ghosts still breathing?" Yuan Wu did not cooperate.

"How do you know that ghosts don't need to breathe?" Lin Chengbu looked at him, "Have you seen ghosts? Find someone who has specific knowledge of ghosts and ask, has he ever seen ghosts? Who is sure that ghosts can't breathe? ?"

Yuan Wu looked at him and was speechless for a while.

"If our ghosts are panting and panting, they will give you goosebumps. The back of your neck is cold, have you ever felt it?" Lin Chengbu pulled his arm and loosened the hand that was pinching his neck. Er, "You people, you say that ghosts have no shadows, ghosts have no body, ghosts have no legs, ghosts have no chest..."

"That's not true," Yuan Wu interrupted him, "No one cares whether it is a flat chest or a D cup."

"That's how you defined ghosts," Lin Chengbu looked at him, "Have you ever thought about how our ghosts feel?"

"No." Yuan Wu said.

"Then..." Lin Chengbu wanted to continue, but Yuan Wu was no longer interested in listening.

He let go of Lin Cheng's steps, took two steps back and pointed at him: "I don't care if you want to be a breathing ghost, just don't follow me."

The breathing ghost stood still. Yuan Wu tied the purchased items with a rope to the wooden shelf behind the car.

Yuan Wu felt that this thing was so ugly that it could blow up the universe, but in terms of quality and practicality, it was still good.

He stepped into the car, lowered his head and stepped on it a few times to start, then glanced in the direction of Lin Chengbu, and there was no one there.

He frowned and looked around again. In just a short while, Lin Chengbu had disappeared like a real ghost.

The rear-view mirror was a little crooked, Yuan Wu stretched out his hand to break it, took off his hat and tugged his hair in front of the mirror, and quickly looked away when he saw his face.

It must be because he is so handsome that he is too embarrassed to take a closer look.

It's so hot that as soon as you take off your hat, you can feel the sun burning like a fire above your head, and you can put some beans on it to make popcorn.

When Yuan Wu was about to put on his hat again, he saw in the mirror a small white object falling from the sky and landing on top of his head.

His hand holding the hat froze, and it took him a long time to hold back his nausea and touch his head: "...Fuck."

Yuan Wu, the barber shop in the town, has never been in, and he usually cuts blindly with scissors.

"Shampoo or cut?" This barber shop has no business, only a woman in her thirties sat inside and played with her mobile phone.

"Wash." Yuan Wu said.

"Sit down." The woman pointed to a chair in front of the mirror.

"Wash it directly," Yuan Wu didn't sit down, "I have shit on my head."

"...Oh." The woman was stunned.

After washing his hair, Yuan Wu sat on the chair, and the woman took a towel and wiped it on his head: "Don't you cut your hair, sir? It's quite long. You have to take care of your own curls."

"No." Yuan Wu replied.

"If you don't take care of it, you will look uninspired," the woman continued without giving up, "You look so handsome, your hair looks like you haven't woken up..."

Yuan Wu stood up, put the money on the table and walked out of the barber shop.

"Don't blow dry?" the woman shouted behind him.

"Blow your fart." Yuan Wu whispered.

There's really no need to blow-dry his hair on such a day, the motorcycle whirring away, and when he returned to Shenqiao, it was almost done, but the smoke and dust all the way made him feel that his hair was washed in vain.

Putting the car back into the firewood house in the village, Yuan Wu returned to the old wharf with a bunch of things.

In front of the old wharf is a small dirt road, which leads to the next small village. Usually, motorcycles, tractors and agricultural vehicles go a lot. Even vans do not go this way, and it is easy to get trapped. This is also the old wharf. The reason why tourists don't come here.

But this afternoon, saw a white car in the cluttered forest in the distance.

"Brother Xiaowu." Datou was squatting by the pier and playing in the water with a big gourd on his back, and when he saw him, he ran over immediately.

"Who is that?" Yuan Wu raised his chin over there.

"I don't know," Datou shook his head and glanced over there, "I don't know this car."

Yuan Wu took a box of seaweed from the plastic bag and handed it to him: "Do you want to eat it?"

"Eat!" The big head took it, and quickly took a piece out and stuffed it into his mouth, "My mother said this is a dried water plant, and if you eat it, you will become a water ghost."

"Then give it back to me." Yuan Wu stretched out his hand.

"No," Big Head quickly hugged the seaweed, "I'd like to be a water ghost."

Yuan Wu flicked his mouth: "Bah."

"Bah bah bah." Datou was very obedient.

Yuan Wu jumped from the dock to the boat: "Don't follow me."

"Why?" Big Head was about to jump down with him.

"We don't have a common language." Yuan Wu walked forward.

"You can find it, let's find a common language," Datou stood on the dock unwillingly, "Do you like Pig Man?"

Yuan Wu ignored him and quickly jumped over a few boats and left.

I used to think that people on the water were wonderful, but didn't realize until lived on the water that it wasn't all wonderful everywhere.

The water flow on the old wharf is very slow. When the water in the bay reaches the midsummer and dry season, you can smell the fishy smell of aquatic plants, as well as the smell of smelly fish and rotten shrimp washed down from the upstream. There are fish cages... Before Yuan Wu, was wondering if the fat lotus flowers in the East Bay could smell the breath of those who died.

Relatively speaking, the position of his boat is not bad. It is close to the outside of the stacked boats. When he wakes up in the morning, he can blow a small wind to see if the water is still fine. Occasionally, when he is in a good mood, he will fish at the stern of the boat.

So Datou Lao is willing to come to him, even... mentally ill and breathing ghosts are willing to come.

Across two boats, Yuan Wu saw Lin Chengbu, who was sitting on the bow of his boat and soaking his feet in the water.

The irritability made him want to make an effort to knock the boat off for a moment.

"You are so slow, mortal." Lin Chengbu waved at him and said with a smile.

Yuan Wu didn't make a sound, put the boards that were removed before back up, and went into the cabin to close the door.

"Do you believe I'm a ghost now?" Lin Cheng walked closer to the crack of the door, "I can walk faster than you can drive a motorcycle."

"Do you ghosts acquiesce that we humans are blind," Yuan Wu opened the door, almost touching the tip of his nose, and said word by word, "Your car is parked in the woods over there."

"That's not my car." Lin Chengbu said.

"Get away from me." Yuan Wu said against the tip of his nose.

"Is this your territory?" Lin Chengbu stepped back an inch.

"This ship is." Yuan Wu pointed down.

"Okay." Lin Chengbu nodded, turned and left his boat, sat on the bow of the boat next to him, and continued to soak his feet in the water.

Yuan Wu had no time to take care of him, and the editor's avatar was beating on the computer.

Knife and other updates: I forgot to remind you that tomorrow is the last day of the week~

Yuan Wu was stunned for a long time. He would lose his life if he was not careful. He didn't know the day of the week or the day of the month. He could remember the date only two days a month. When parents go to the town to go to the market, he will have lunch with him these two days.

He opened the calendar and glanced at it, it was Friday.

Laughing and drinking a glass of wine: Friday, tomorrow and Saturday, there are still two days to finish this week.

Knife and other updates: every week starts on Sunday, dear [cheers friends.jpg]

Laughing a glass of wine:  …

Yuan Wu sighed, opened the notebook, and sighed again after reading the thin document for a long time.

Come on, let's eat and drink first.

It's almost noon, he has to eat first...or drink some coffee first? Let's eat first, drink coffee on an empty stomach and have a stomachache...

Generally speaking, his lunch is instant noodles or rice bowls. If he is in the mood, he will cook a pot of rice, scrambled eggs with tomatoes, and the rice bowls will be wonderful, and the rest of the meal can be made into fried rice next time.

But usually he's not in the mood.

Today can skip instant noodles, he bought wet noodles.

Noodles with red sausage should be good, treat yourself two days a month.

He took the noodles to the stern of the boat, and when he tried to pour water from the bucket, he found that the bucket was almost empty, so he had to go to the bow.

Lin Chengbu was still sitting on the boat next to him, looking at the water, he didn't seem to notice that he was coming.

"Big head—" Yuan Wu shouted in the direction of the pier.

"Ouch." Lin Chengbu suddenly bounced on the spot.

"Big head—" Yuan Wu ignored him and continued to shout.

"Who's your name? Is there something wrong?" Lin Chengbu was still familiar.

"Call my cell phone." Yuan Wu glanced at him.

Since he couldn't get anything on his phone, he'd have to find Big Tou if he wanted someone to deliver water, and let Big Tou call him with his fucking phone.

"I'll change it to you," Lin Chengbu said, "our ghost clan..."

"Ghosts and ghosts don't seem to be the same species." Yuan Wu said.

"Here." Lin Chengbu stood up, took out a cell phone from his pocket and handed it over.

Yuan Wu didn't answer and looked at him silently.

"Your phone," Lin Chengbu said, "really, if you don't believe me, take a look."

Yuan Wu turned around and went back to the cabin, took out his cell phone that had been off for a month, and swayed at Lin Cheng: "If you have a disease, you need to be treated.

"That phone is not yours," Lin Cheng walked over, "this is yours."

Before Yuan Wu got angry, he grabbed Yuan Wu's hand and forcibly shoved the phone into his hand: "If you don't believe me, look at the address book or something."

Yuan Wu stared at him for a long time.

"Send me a bucket of water, um, the old dock, my card number is..." Yuan Wu called the water station, "Thank you."

After hanging up, he didn't immediately return the phone to Lin Chengbu, but looked at the phone's desktop.

The background image of the desktop is a white background with two lines of words on it.

Laugh out a glass of wine and kill people in the city.

"What the hell do you want to do?" Yuan Wu took the phone and turned it around.

"Make a friend." Lin Chengbu said.

"Did you know that people and ghosts have different paths?" Yuan Wu said sincerely, "I'm still alive and well, and I don't want to make friends with ghosts."

"Really?" Lin Chengbu frowned.

"Really," Yuan Wu nodded, "you should reincarnate, okay?"

Lin Chengbu frowned, as if hesitating. He had seen him like this last night at Yuan Wu, and he said something vigorously to borrow fire.

"I have two lighters in total, and if I give you one more, I won't be able to use it," Yuan Wu suppressed the irritability in his heart, "Let's go, ah, dust to dust, dust to dust..."

Lin Chengbu looked up at him with determination: "Then can I ask you something before I reincarnate?"

"No." Yuan Wu answered without waiting for him to say anything.

can not.

can not.

Why not, he didn't know.

He didn't even know why he said that.

"You know Yuan..." Lin Chengbu ignored his refusal and insisted on speaking.

But before he could finish his words, Yuan Wu raised his leg and kicked him in the stomach, and he fell into the water without struggling.

The water here is deeper than the other side of the pier. After Lin Chengbu fell, he fluttered twice, adjusted himself from his back to the sky and rushed up with his head up, stood up, and the water reached his neck.

"You," Yuan Wu half-kneeled to support the board of the boat and pointed at Lin Chengbu's nose, "Get out of here."

Lin Chengbu didn't speak, and looked at him with a drop of water on his face.

"I don't know who you are, what do you want to do," Yuan Wu almost poked his fingers on the bridge of his nose, "If you bother me again, I'll kill you."

"How to kill?" Lin Chengbu asked.

Yuan Wu settled for a few seconds, suddenly raised his hand and grabbed his hair, and suddenly pressed his head into the water.

Lin Chengbu didn't struggle and let him hold it.

Yuan Wu stared at the water.

His hands were a little white because of the force, and they looked completely bloodless when immersed in the water.

Lin Chengbu's hair floated by his hand, swaying gently with the current, and when he touched his hand, he could feel softness and some kind of indescribable... fear.

He stared at Lin Chengbu's hair.

I don't know how long it took, and blisters floated up from below.

One, two, from small to large, became a string.

I don't know if it was because the noon sun was too strong or because he was excited, he began to sweat, but he didn't feel hot, instead he felt cold, and he felt chills coming up from under the water.

When the blisters changed from a series of large blisters to small blisters and then disappeared, the chill matched the fear in his heart, and he could even hear his own terrified breathing.

Thick and fast, he didn't know if his nose was runny from fear, and he heard the sound of blowing snot bubbles.

He let go of his hand, jumped up and took a few steps back, as if afraid that something would come out of the water, out of those aquatic plants.

After a while, Lin Chengbu raised his head from the water. When he climbed onto the boat, Yuan Wu had already lit a cigarette by leaning against the hatch, and looked a little discouraged.

"Aren't you afraid of suffocating me?" Lin Chengbu sat on the bow and coughed twice.

"Aren't you a ghost?" Yuan Wu said.

"Yes," Lin Chengbu shook his hair, "almost forgot."

After that, the two of them didn't speak any more. Lin Chengbu lay on the bow of the boat and spread himself out in the sun. He closed his eyes and didn't know whether he fell asleep or had his soul out of his body.

Yuan Wu still didn't smoke with his cigarette in his mouth.

"Water delivery!" Someone shouted from the shore.

The ash fell on Yuan Wu's hand.

"Leave the dock." Yuan Wu also shouted.

Lin Chengbu opened his eyes and turned his head to look at him: "Are you scared just now?"

"Well," Yuan Wu replied, "After all, I haven't killed a ghost."

Lin Chengbu laughed: "You don't believe I'm a ghost, do you?"

Yuan Wu sighed: "Are you ghosts also divided into normal ghosts and familiar ghosts, yet you don't know that you are annoying ghosts?"

"I just feel very lonely." Lin Chengbu said.

"Fresh ghost, right?" Yuan Wu lit a cigarette again and took a sip. He felt that he no longer wanted to carry on with this mentally ill person, just do it.

"It's quite fresh," Lin Chengbu sat up, "Can you give me a cigarette?"

Yuan Wu threw the cigarette case to him.

Lin Chengbu took one out and clicked: "Will you be alone?"

"No," Yuan Wu looked at him, "I just think it's annoying to have one more person."

"Maybe, you won't feel lonely," Lin Chengbu breathed out a smoke ring, and then a second one in the middle of the smoke ring, "You should know, those who wrote the story."

Yuan Wu looked at him.

"Every time a ghost is written," Lin Chengbu squinted his eyes in the sunlight, "the ghost will come out of the story and follow him."

Yuan Wu did not answer.

This sentence is very familiar, and he can't remember whether someone told him or where he saw it.

"You wrote so many ghosts," Lin Chengbu spit out another smoke ring, looking at him from the middle of the smoke ring, "You can't stand behind you."

"So you were squeezed out?" Yuan Wu said.

Lin Chengbu laughed.

"Let's reincarnate, I beg you," Yuan Wu took out his cigarette and stood up, "Make room for my next ghost, I can't stand anymore, can't I?"

"No need," Lin Chengbu said, "I'm the next ghost, I'm the one dangling back and forth in the water plants."

Yuan Wu looked at him: "That's a female ghost."

"Oh, female ghost," Lin Chengbu seemed a little embarrassed, but after thinking about it, he said, "Then I was the one who was taken away by the female ghost later."

Yuan Wu turned around and entered the cabin.

"Aren't you asking how I know?" Lin Chengbu raised his voice.

"Routine." Yuan Wu kicked the hatch with his foot.

Two seconds later he came out again, the water still on the pier.

"Are you going to get water?" Lin Chengbu immediately asked, "I'll get it for you."

Before Yuan Wu could speak, he had already turned around and ran to the pier, and quickly carried the water over.

"Do you want to cook noodles?" Lin Chengbu asked.

"Yeah." Yuan Wu poured some water into the pot.

"Boil the water directly, put the noodles and then put the dishes? Then eat them out of the pot, right?" Lin Chengbu asked again.

"Yeah." Yuan Wu responded numbly.

"So it's pretty unpalatable, right?" Lin Chengbu continued to ask.

Yuan Wu didn't even want to um.

But the noodles he cooks are really unpalatable, which is why he is willing to cook instant noodles.

"Let's exchange." Lin Chengbu said after being quiet for a minute.

"Huh?" Yuan Wu continued to answer mechanically, feeling that he was not so depressed when the big head came.

"I'll cook delicious noodles for you, and you help me reincarnate," Lin Chengbu said, "otherwise I might wander here every day if I don't have a place to go."

Yuan Wu had a sense of despair and helplessness. He sat down on the board of the boat, holding his head in his hands: "My God."

"Think about it?" Lin Chengbu sat down beside him.

"Will you disappear when you are reincarnated?" Yuan Wu turned to look at him.

"Yes." Lin Chengbu nodded.

"Okay." Yuan Wu said.