Mr. love

In 1999, at 15:0 am on July 0th, Ching Ming Festival.

My birth horoscope.

After my parents gave birth to me, they found a fortune teller and figured out that my whole life was related to dirty things, and the fate was not shallow.

Rural people are very shy about these things, so on the seventh day after I was born, my parents threw me to a teacher in the village, Wan Liang, and never came back.

So I was raised by Wan Liang, who was not related by blood, until I was 16 years old. That summer, Wan Liang gave me 1000 yuan, saying that he was going to travel far away, but I didn’t come back until winter.

People in the village said that I killed him, just like I killed my grandparents and uncles before I was born.

So I took the remaining [-] yuan or so and left the village, took a bus to the county town, took a train, and went to a strange city to start earning money to support myself.

At the beginning, I worked as a waiter in a small restaurant, and I was paid 1000 yuan a month, including food and housing.

After working for a few months, the restaurant started to be haunted, so I didn't even say I quit, and I found a new job the next day.

It was only when I kept changing jobs like this that I began to understand that I would not be able to work outside for long, and I was afraid that I would not live long.

It happened that I was interested in novels again, so I learned to surf the Internet in an Internet cafe, found a novel website, registered an author account and started writing supernatural essays.

This writing took three years, and the novel was also signed, with a stable manuscript fee.

I found a second-hand rental house two years ago, with two bedrooms and one living room, about [-] a month excluding utility bills.

I also bought a laptop to facilitate writing.

Today happens to be July 2019, 7, which is my birthday on Tomb-sweeping Day.

When I got up, I glanced at the time, it was 17:25.

The room was colder than usual. I didn't care about it at first and thought it was because the Ching Ming Festival was approaching.

So he endured the air-conditioning and got out of bed without saying a word, and then went to the toilet to wash his face and brush his teeth.

"Clah" turned on the faucet of the bathroom sink, and then started to wash his face after catching the water with both hands.

It seemed to be an illusion when I raised my head, and felt the incandescent light above my head flicker.

I frowned and looked at myself in the mirror.

His face was stern because he was angry when he got up, and his brows were furrowed.

An ordinary face can't be more ordinary, it never has much expression, and its eyes are also indifferent.

He is 1.8 meters tall, and he is neither fat nor thin, because he insists on exercising at home and has a vest line.

His hands are slender and fair, which is one of the few advantages.

I looked at myself in the mirror for a while and felt a little bored, so I frowned and began to squeeze toothpaste to brush my teeth.

In the middle of brushing my teeth, I suddenly froze, my eyebrows furrowed, and I turned around sharply to look behind me.

There was no one there, only dark blue wall tiles and two towels hanging on the wall.

"..." Veins popped up on my hands, I pursed my lips and stared at the gray bamboo charcoal toothbrush in my hand.

His chest was heaving and he was breathing heavily, and his heart was beating vigorously.

The dead-like cold touch just now made me irritated.

Maybe I should go ask some talismans to stick at home.

I frowned and turned on the faucet to rinse my mouth again, then watched the water flow down through my fingers and thought.

"...Forget it, I won't write for these two days, just post the saved manuscript." I said to myself in a cold voice, then put down my toothbrush and cup, and walked out of the toilet wearing slippers.

Sit on the sofa and turn on the computer for the first time, and then start uploading chapters regularly.

The computer screen is densely packed with chapter content, copy and save the manuscript, upload it regularly, and then close the computer.

With my right hand pressed against the top of the folded black computer, I was closing my eyes and thinking about whether to go downstairs to buy a birthday cake in advance, because I might not want to go downstairs tomorrow.

But the fingertips of the right hand felt cold and slippery, as if being licked by a warm tongue.

"Is the fuck over?!" I stood up angrily and cursed, then shook my hands in disgust, as if I wanted to get rid of the disgusting feeling.

After scolding me, I walked towards my bedroom expressionlessly, took my keys and my phone, walked out, put on my shoes and went downstairs.

What I didn't know was that after I left, a red shadow suddenly appeared where I was sitting, and then let out a pleasant low laugh, touched the sofa, and then followed me out of the house.

I stood in front of the checkout counter at the Peppermint Cake Shop, chose a fruity chocolate cake, and scanned the QR code to pay.

"Do you want to write any congratulations, brother?" the clerk wearing a transparent plastic mask at the cash register asked me.

"Just write wishing Wanhe a happy birthday. When the cake is ready, please send it to the Taonan Community I mentioned, Unit 4, Building 301, Unit [-]." After I finished speaking, I was ready to leave.

"Hey, wait a minute, this is a gift, a small gift, I wish you a happy birthday~" Qi Liuhai's clerk hurriedly stopped me, and then handed me a wrapped gift, but I couldn't tell what was inside.

"Thank you." Although it's my birthday tomorrow, it doesn't matter.

I walked out of the cake shop with a gift, and was going to find a noodle shop for noodles.

I saw a Wuhan Regan noodle restaurant still open across the road, so I decided to walk over there.

Who knew that there was a sudden gust of wind behind me, and an inexplicable force pushed me all of a sudden.

Fortunately, there were few vehicles and nothing happened, but the anger was still in my heart.

I turned around to beat up the prankster, but found that there was no one behind me, only pedestrians approaching in the distance.

I was so angry for a while, there was nowhere to vent my anger, and I was depressed.

I walked faster and faster, until I entered the store and sat on the seat, I still had a gloomy face.

But after ordering the noodles, I suddenly remembered that something was missing. After searching for a while, I found that the small gift given by the clerk was missing.

"It's not important anyway, if you drop it, you'll drop it." It probably fell on the road just now, I frowned and thought.

"Hello, your noodles are ready." The waiter quickly brought up the hot and dry noodles, and also came with a small bowl of peanut butter and coriander.

"Thank you." I nodded and put the noodles in front of me, and started to draw chopsticks from the bamboo tube to eat.

Took a bite and it was delicious, especially with the cilantro.

I raised my head inadvertently, but saw a long-haired male ghost in a tattered ancient red dress sitting opposite me. His face was blurry and his skin was gray.

But I blinked and looked again, and he was gone.

I could only have the illusion that the lights were dazzling, but my heart was a little heavy. After a few quick mouthfuls of noodles, I paid the bill and went home.

On the way home, I passed by a convenience store, bought a pack of Marlboro, and leaned against the wall of the stairwell in my house to smoke in an irritable mood.

"I don't know why you pester me, but people and ghosts have different ways. If you have no money to spend, I will burn some paper money for you. Don't bother me in the future." I thought for a while, frowned and finished speaking in a low voice, put the cigarette butt away Throw it on the ground and stamp it out with leather shoes.

At that moment, I obviously felt that the cloudy wind was stronger, and after a while, the temperature returned to normal, and the chilly wind went away.

When he agreed, I went upstairs and went home, sat on the sofa, turned on the TV, watched a movie, and waited for the cake.