If ghosts love apple pie

After not volunteering at the lodge, Wang Bo and Beet worked at the May Day Commune for a while. Wang Bo worked as a resident singer and Beet as a waitress. When she was not busy during the day, she set up a stall selling handmade soap in front of the door.

Whenever I go back to the road, she yells at me: "Big Bing, come and play with me at night." The tone of voice with her Republican delinquent girl dress can be quite imaginative. I'm not too good psychologically, every time while perfunctorily responding to two while speeding up the pace to escape from the May Day Commune, tourists have cast amazed eyes on my back.

The commune is a courtyard bar that I opened with Lijiang Drum King Datong back in the day, known as the largest on May Day Street, decorated in an interesting style of ghosts and horses, like a playground.

But less than a year later, it was transferred, and the person who took it over didn't change the sign but erased all the paintings I had painted on the walls. Before the transfer of the bar, I lived on the second floor of the ear room, the jianghu rumor is that the room once hanged a person. This house is generally more prosperous, who do business who get rich, but perhaps I exception.

It is estimated that the hanged person was overtaken very much in place, I lived for so long and have not been a nightmare. The big pine timid refused to spend the night in the bar, every day after closing, the large courtyard only I carry a flashlight wandering around. At that time, a Frenchman named Alexander rented a corner of the commune to sell Western-style snacks, and I used to steal a piece of apple pie in the dark in the middle of the night to eat.

One time, in the middle of the crime, I suddenly wanted to get a bottle from the refrigerator and drink it, so I just put the snack on the bar, and when I turned around, the plate and apple pie disappeared without a trace. It was only five or six seconds before and after, it was already about four in the morning, and no one could have been bored enough to wait there to play a prank. If it was the cat that took it, then how awesome is the cat, the cat would take an eight-inch plate?

The door was unlocked and I was the only one in the courtyard. I thought I'd be safe if I came, so I drank while waiting for the following. I waited until the hour of breakfast, and nothing more happened but trapped myself into a horse.

It was an inexplicable night.

One day, I teased Beet, very mysteriously told that process. She looked at me with an envious expression and said, "Gee, that was fun ......"

I looked closely at her face and she was not scared at all. I said, "Are you a pussy? Why aren't you scared?"

She held her face and said, "If I were you, I would have taken another piece of apple pie that day, repeated the action, and then turned around ...... willing to eat apple pie ghosts certainly do not like to eat human flesh!"

Such a clever idea how come I never thought of it?

Beets gave me twenty pieces of handmade soap that she made herself that day. She was very careful to write down on a piece of paper the medicinal properties of each piece, what color is whitening, and what color the special treatment of foot odor.

I've been using it all this year, and when I travel, I always take two pieces with me. But that piece of paper is long gone, and every time before using it, I have to think hard for half a day, for fear of using it wrong.

In the summer of 2012, I stayed in an ancient town in Southeast China. In the middle of the night, my scalp itched and I ran to the well in the yard to wash my hair. I struggled to get a bucket of water and used beets to give my hand soap to lather up my head. I casually set the soap on the good sill and rubbed my head while looking up at the moon.

Then I turned around with a jerk ......神雕侠侣小说

Always wet growing up

Wang Bo and Beet both graduated from Renmin University, her major was trade economics (international business direction) and his major was diplomacy. The only two things that Beet did all the time in college were: fight with Wang Bo and fight with the drama.

I can understand her kind of state, and a literary young man in love with a girl is very hard, especially such an always wet boy.

Wang Bo has an old wound that penetrates deep into the marrow of the bone.

The company that Wang Bo's father works for is called Gold Company, and its main business is panning the sand and gold at the bottom of the Miluo River. A large ship stationed in the heart of the river digs the river sand ashore through a conveyor belt, and a large truck carries the sand back to the plant workshop. Some machines and equipment will repeatedly pan, screening and sorting the river sand, and finally, come up with some gold powder. The big ship in the center of the river keeps working around the clock and cannot be moved at will, so the workers need to take a ferry when they work shifts.

In 1996, the night when the ghost gate was opened was the night shift of Wang Bo's father at the half of the seventh lunar month. The flood was raging, and the cable that tied the ferry was washed loose, just when his father arrived at the shift, his father went to drag the boat and was dragged into the raging river, and never returned.

Wang Bo was supposed to report to his newly promoted junior high school the next day.

He went out in the morning to buy doughnuts and came back to see several of his father's colleagues and friends standing in the house, with his mother sitting in the middle, like a chick being squeezed out of its nest and falling. She caught the look on people's faces, hoping it was just a heartbreaking joke. But no one saved her, the desperation under her eyes slowly seeped out, swallowing up the entire eye, she held her breath and resisted, until she saw Wang Bo.

The tide of heartbreak erupted violently. "Child, you don't have a father!"

This wailing voice so raspy, like the father's body, was instantly swallowed up, disappearing into the water like water, dissipating like a song opening its mouth ......

The departure of his father turned his entire world upside down, Wang Bo's entire adolescence was spent in a breathless humidity, he was all kinds of tossed and turned to junior year, tossed and turned to the extent of moderate depression, without the appearance of beets, he would have collapsed in the crevices of growth.

He failed to graduate on time because of failures and unpaid academic year papers and deferred for a year to get his diploma. Wang Bo went to the editorial department of World Knowledge magazine of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, and then stayed as a graphic editor, which was the only serious job Wang Bo had ever done, but he was not compatible with the moderate environment and could not find a better outlet.

One day, Wang Bo complained to Beet that he wanted to leave everything behind and go out into the world.

Beet said, "How much money do you have to quit your job and go out?"

Wang Bo said, "3,000 yuan, how about you?"

Beet said, "500 yuan."

Wang Bo was silent for a while.

Beet said again, "We also have 3000 yuan, as long as you can be happy, then let's go."

Where to go? Beet had been to Dali with the school drama group in college and had an excellent impression of Yunnan. So after a minute, they decided to buy two tickets to Kunming. On the train the next day, they lost the 3,000 yuan they had within half an hour. Beet didn't blame Wang Bo for his carelessness and happily accompanied him to starve and continue the lazy road back.

Before I met them, they have been wandering around Lijiang for half a year, living a seemingly carefree, extremely unreal life, as if all the worries no longer exist.