Chapter 355 Chapter 23: The Money Picker

After I poured rice washing water on Rose, Grandpa told me the reason why he didn't go to Zhang Jiu's father to intercede. "When I was young, the same thing happened to your grandpa, but it turned out to be a tragedy." That's what grandpa said at the beginning.My heart suddenly went cold. That was a long time ago—the spring of the third year after my father's elder brother was hit by Juren but died of blood.A man who had gone to a private school with my grandfather's elder brother came to him and said that he wanted my grandfather to do him a small favor for the sake of being a classmate with his brother.

Grandpa asked him what he could do to help.He said he wanted his grandpa to help him bring a wild ghost into his house. Grandpa felt strange when he heard him say this, only people have ever taken back the souls of relatives who wandered outside, but who ever saw someone who wanted to bring lonely souls and wild ghosts back to his own home?This is not a problem, the problem is that the souls of relatives know the way home, so it is easier to take them back; but if you collect lonely ghosts, it is much more dangerous.If the lonely ghost is willing, that's fine, but the person who collects the soul walks slower and steps lightly; if it is not willing, it may threaten the life of the person who collects the soul, and even more so, the time when the ghost enters the house. family.

Grandpa didn't dare to agree easily, but because the man was in the same class as his elder brother, he couldn't refuse.So, grandpa asked the man why he wanted to collect wild ghosts. That human said, one evening half a year ago, he drank a few taels of white wine at a friend's house, and staggered on his way home.Not long after walking, he suddenly heard a girl giggling behind him.At that time, there were neither street lamps nor flashlights, and the world was not peaceful. Girls in the village did not dare to come out to play at this time.So he had some doubts in his heart. Because the sky was very dark and the visibility was not high, he didn't pay much attention to it. He guessed that there was a house not far away, but he couldn't see it.What's more, he was so dizzy that he couldn't even walk steadily, and he didn't have the heart to think too much.

After walking about a mile, he heard a girl giggling behind him.At this time, he became a little suspicious, because there were mountains on both sides of the road, and no one lived here.If anyone's girl dared to come here alone in the dark, she would really eat a bear's heart and a leopard's courage. But he still ignored the laughter and still walked with his head down.At this time, the road was so blurred that there was only a white line left, and it was impossible to see where it was concave or convex.It is estimated that if it was later, he would not be able to find his way home, and he would have to lie in the open grass all night.

Although he was anxious to go home, the girl's laughter was like a straw that never gave up, always scratching the most itchy place in his heart. After walking for more than half a mile, he finally came to the avenue near Laohe, and he could see the dots of lights in Huamei Village from a distance.The wine in his stomach was like a ball of fire, burning his nerves.At this time, he heard the girl giggling again.It sounded to him now that the girl seemed to be laughing at his timidity. He couldn't help turning around, and saw a beautiful girl in her twenties squatting on the ground to pick up money.

He quickly reached into his pocket, his money was still there.He let out a sigh of relief, fortunately it wasn't his own money that fell.But he doubted again: Who is so rich, throwing it all the way along this road? The girl didn't bother to look up at the drunken man at all, she was concentrating on picking up the money on the ground.She seemed to be trying to restrain herself from laughing out loud, but taking such a big advantage, she couldn't help grinning out loud from time to time.The gurgling sound reached the ears of the person standing in front of her.The eyes of the person standing in front of her gradually became strange.

At this time, he sobered up a little, but the stamina of the alcohol continued to sprint his nerves, making him fantasize. While bending over to pick up the money, the girl moved forward, gradually leaning towards him.The waist twists like a small willow tree blown by the spring breeze, and the hair flutters like kelp washed by a peasant woman in the laundry pond.The breeze just happened to blow from her side to his side, and there seemed to be a little bit of wine in the charming body fragrance.In his eyes, the tight-fitting little red jacket that the girl was wearing was like the red wrapping of peanuts. His heart was ablaze, and he wanted to stretch his fingers itchy to peel off the red wrapping of peanuts and take a look at the peanuts inside. Jen is not fair and delicious.This aroused his alcoholism even more.

And that girl ignored the people in front of her, picking up the money on the ground. He watched the girl approach him little by little, the shorter the distance between them, the more intense the fire in his body burned. The girl went all the way to his feet and hit his knee. "Oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." The girl apologized quickly. Still dizzy, he couldn't stand up and was knocked to the ground by her.The girl put the money she had picked up into her pocket, and stretched out her hand to pull him up.He touched the girl's hand with relish.He could no longer restrain the impulse in his body, so he threw the girl to the ground, taking advantage of the burning alcohol, and peeled off her tight little red coat...

In the morning of the next day, the dew on the small tree beside the road dripped gently on his forehead, and he woke up slowly.He immediately remembered what happened here last night, and his face immediately became hot.When he regained his sobriety, he immediately thought of etiquette, justice, integrity and shame.He hurriedly looked around, but there was no sign of the girl. He lowered his head to look at his clothes, but the belts were tight and the buttons were tightly buttoned. It seemed that last night was just a fleeting dream. He stood up slowly.In the field beside the old river, there are already hard-working farmers busy with farm work, but no one has noticed that there is still one person sleeping here.The lazy sunlight sprinkled on his eyelashes, making him unable to tell whether he was dreaming last night or now.But the gurgling sound of the old river seemed to tell him: the present is real.

He yawned, the wine and appetizers that he poured into his stomach last night, now there was a stench of decay from his stomach.He quickly flapped his hand over his mouth. The hand just flapped twice, and suddenly stopped. On the road he stepped on, round paper money for funerals was scattered sparsely!