sprite house

A Yuan, who sells wontons, usually pushes a small cart to the street to sell wontons near ten o'clock in the evening.

Those who come to buy wontons at this time are usually night shift workers and students who have just finished their night self-study classes.

Ah Yuan's business is very good. The wontons he sells may not be the best, but they are probably made with the most care.The meat filling is quite plump and smooth. The minced shiitake mushrooms and small rapeseed are mixed with raw eggs, stirred into the meat paste, and then wrapped into the thin and tough dough.Finally, put it into the soup that the big bone has been simmering for a day, cook until it is fully cooked, put it in a white porcelain bowl and put it on a low faded table.

The porcelain spoon scooped up a small wonton with a skirt-like thin skin, and bit it down in the hot mist.The fresh and tender meat filling mixed with the delicious soup is chewed and swallowed between the teeth, and slowly filled into the stomach along the esophagus. It is an ultimate enjoyment in the cool night.

However, Ah Yuan never ate the wontons he cooked. In fact, he didn't even make the wontons.His life was muddled, he couldn't remember when he started selling wontons, it seemed that he was A Yuan who sold wontons at the beginning of his memory.

This day happened to coincide with the Dragon Boat Festival holiday, and at ten o'clock in the evening, the nearby shops had already closed.

There are no pedestrians on the long and lengthy street, and even the street lamps are tired, with only a few or two lights on.

A few dots of bright green flashed on the wall, and following the soft meowing, three wild cats quietly landed and gathered.

It was a pity that A Yuan looked at the uncooked wontons.Suddenly a group of fur arched over his feet, he lowered his head, and it was a pitch-black cat.The green eyes blinked coldly, staring at him for a moment.

"Meow——" A tricolor cat jumped onto the low table beside it, walked around the edge of the table, sat down, and stared at A Yuan with its tail up.

There was a light plop, and the cloth shed erected on the cart trembled, and a slender white tail hung down from the cloth shed.A Yuan took a step back and looked up. It was a snow-white cat looking down at him.

The three of them were in a hunting posture together, like scoundrels who came to collect protection fees on weekdays.A Yuan was a little amused, so he boiled a few wontons, scooped them up with a colander, put them in a fast food box, and put them in a corner for the little rascals to enjoy.

All three cats rushed over, bowed their heads and started eating.

Turning around, he was about to close the stall, but suddenly someone beside him said, "Pack me a bowl of wontons."

A Yuan looked up, and there was a man standing behind the low table.The dim street lights couldn't describe his appearance clearly, he looked like an indifferent silhouette, blending into the cloudy night, tall and straight like a pine and cypress.

Although he had never seen this man's face clearly, Ah Yuan felt that he looked familiar—where did he see it?

After a while, the wontons were already boiled.A Yuan took out the fast food box, scooped out the wontons and put them in a bag behind the lid, "Your wontons are ready."

The man took a few steps and took the wonton from Ah Yuan, "Thank you."

The street lamps were too dim, and only vague outlines could be seen.A Yuan only remembered that those eyes were very black, darker than the night, like two pools of abyss, so dark that it seemed to swallow up all the light that came on.

A Yuan stood there in a daze for a long time, until the figure of the man turned the corner and disappeared, and then suddenly remembered that he hadn't paid the money yet.

A bowl of wontons is only a few dollars at most, so forget it.Although A Yuan's daily income is only a few dollars for selling wontons, it is strange that he does not seem to have much obsession with money, as if he is already very rich.

The wild cats in the corner had already finished eating the wontons and took away the fast food box. The soup spilled all over the floor and soon evaporated.

A Yuan closed the stall and pushed the cart back along.

This area is full of tall buildings.The forest made of reinforced concrete divides the vast night into fragmented blocks.

The wheels of the car clanged and rattled through the short street. The street was near the end, and the bend was half hidden behind tall buildings, and his eyes suddenly opened like night.The small western-style building lying between the two tall buildings was so abruptly immersed in the cold moonlight.

In front of the small western-style building is a small garden, with snow-white roses vying to protrude from the fence. At night, it looks like small skulls peeping at the passers-by with great interest.

A Yuan suppressed the discomfort in his heart, pushed open the door that was wrapped with climbing vines, and pushed the cart into the garden.

He usually parks the cart here.When I came back the next night, the wontons and bone broth on the trolley had been replaced with fresh ones.

Ah Yuan didn't know who made the wontons, just like he didn't know why he wanted to sell the wontons.He sometimes even feels that he is a robot, all he has to do is obey the only instruction in his mind.

Except for the white roses, the small garden was full of dead roots and rotten grass.The dwarf tree in the corner has bent its waist, and even the swing hanging from it has collapsed to the ground.

This place is like a tomb where all things are buried, Rao Yuan, who comes here every night, dare not stay for a long time.He put down the cart, took the money and turned around to go out.

But at this moment, he heard a voice behind him.

— Kasha, Kasha.

Like stepping on dead leaves.Someone was walking towards him, one step at a time, and then stood behind him.

The moon was in the sky, and Qinghui dragged the shadow of the man behind him, winding on the barren grass, like a black python spying on its prey.

A Yuan didn't even dare to move, he remembered an old saying he had heard: meeting a ghost at night is like meeting a mad dog, the more you run, the more it will chase.

A Yuan didn't move, and neither did that person.After a moment of stalemate, the person behind him suddenly said, "Are you a person who lives here?"

The familiar voice was the person who bought the wonton just now.

A Yuan suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, "I don't live here, I just put the cart here temporarily." It is really a happy thing to meet a similar human being in such a ghostly place like this night.

There was a thumping sound from behind, as if something had hit the ground, "Oh no." The man's voice suddenly dropped, as if he was bending over to pick something up.

"What about you, why are you here? This is already..." He turned his head, the man seemed to be a bit shorter than before, A Yuan took a step back and raised his head, suddenly, his eyes widened eyes -

In the dim shadow of the moon, he clearly saw that the flat neck was empty without a head.

"I'm really sorry," the man was smiling at him with the head in his hand, "my head is not fixed."