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"Where to go?"

After Gong Shuji finished asking, he paused, released the hand that had been pressing the wound on his left shoulder, slender fingers crossed the water droplets on his forehead, and looked up at the stormy sky with flashes of lightning:
"Forget it, no matter where you go, there is always nothing wrong with leaving first."

"It's going to rain, we have to go quickly."

I nodded vigorously, but this time, I didn't know where I should go.

No, it’s not so much that I don’t know where to go, it’s more that I don’t know at all if the ashes in my arms are really not my second uncle, then how should I deal with it, and where should I go.

Gong Shuji had no choice but to stop an overnight taxi and carry out his initial plan to leave Anfang.

The taxi driver was a very talkative person. As soon as we got in the car, he turned on his watch and found two towels from the front glove compartment and handed them to us:

"Where are you two going?"

"Use this to wipe the rain off your body, and don't catch a cold. I just heard the news broadcast, saying that the eye of the typhoon has moved to Anfang, and there will definitely be heavy wind and rain later."

Typhoons hit the South from time to time, not to mention that Anfang is still along the coast.

I also saw the news on my mobile phone the day before yesterday, but at that time, the area directly hit by the eye of the typhoon seemed to be another unknown town under Wangcheng.

But now, it has become Anfang.

What a coincidence.

I kept wiping the water stains on the urn in my arms.

I had thrown away the red cloth wrapping the urn a long time ago, and now it was replaced by my coat, but the rain outside was pouring in and out, and the coat was already wet.

Second uncle, second uncle.
Gong Shuji, who was nearby, pressed my hands that I kept wiping. The warmth in the coldness was like a raging fire in winter, burning my skin.

I suddenly came back to my senses and realized that my body was shaking really horribly.

The driver frequently looked at the rear row in the rearview mirror:
"You two young couple, it's such a late night, it's still raining, and a typhoon might come at any time. Why are you going out with your little one in your arms?"

"Wouldn't it be better to stay at home?"

"I have to come out and suffer. Is the child okay?"

The driver apparently mistook the clothed urn in my arms for a child.

However, fortunately, he was mistaken for a child.

otherwise
It was a dark day and a rainy night. A man and a woman took a taxi holding an urn. I am afraid that neither of us could get in the car.

I lightly covered my clothes, letting the rain on my hair pass through the corners of my eyes, and started thinking about excuses.

Gong Shuji reached out and asked for a towel again, wiped the rain on my head and shoulders, and said softly:

"Both of us"

The towel is an old towel, but it has been washed carefully. It has a not irritating but soothing fragrance and the smell of being exposed to the sun.

Just by smelling it, I knew that the middle-aged driver in front of me must have a happy family.

The enthusiastic, cheerful, hard-working driver husband, the virtuous wife who prepared towels for her husband, and the child who drew a crooked car safety charm for his father.

very nice.

A happy family.

The movements of Gong Shuji's hands were very light, almost without stopping for a moment, but the three words in his mouth took a long time to spit out.

I came back to my senses and took over what Gong Shuji said:
"The baby is okay."

"We got pregnant out of wedlock, and we came back with our children to visit our parents. After staying for half a night, his family still looked down upon me, so they drove us away."

Gong Shuji probably had never seen anyone come to me with such an open mouth. He originally wiped my rainwater with his hand. After being shocked, his eyes were full of wry smiles and helplessness.

Of course Gong Shuji knew what the truth was, but the driver didn't.

Therefore, the driver easily believed our words, took his attention away from the 'child' in my arms, and looked at Gong Shuji with disdain in the rearview mirror:

"A grown man, you still have to be a little responsible."

"I see that the little girl is not very old. She gave birth to a child at such a young age. You haven't given her a good environment. You are so unmanly." The driver just pulled Gong Shuji's ear and said something to him. He is a scumbag, Gong Shuji just smiled bitterly:
"I understand, I understand, let's drive first, master."

The driver stepped on the accelerator, and the vehicle rowed several meters away in the rain:
"Where to go?"

Gong Shuji and I looked at each other, and we both saw confusion in each other's eyes.

Gong Shuji pondered for a few seconds, and finally he spoke first:

"Master, let's go to the viaduct along 318."

"Let's open one."

Gongshuji glanced at me:
"We'll check the meter. When the meter reaches 715 yuan, we'll be dropped off at any place."

seven hundred and fifteen
715, my birthday.

When registering at the front desk of the B&B, Gong Shuji must have seen my ID card and calculated the birthday.

He said this, maybe firstly because it was completely random, and secondly because he felt that this day had special meaning to me.

For ordinary people, their birthday is an auspicious number.

But...for me, it just isn't the case.

In the rearview mirror, the driver glanced at Gong Shuji with a strange expression.

I tightened the urn in my arms again and explained concisely:
"Experience the freedom of elopement again."

The driver looked away, muttered a few words, and drove on.

I have very good hearing, so what he said was clearly——

"No wonder you two became a couple."

The lights of the vehicles cut through the rain curtain and gradually left the streets and alleys, the small town, Anfang
The rain pattered on the roof and windows of the taxi, making a deafening sound to me.

The rain was pouring down more and more heavily, but there was no sound of anyone inside the car, which gave me a sense of isolation from the world.

The driver hesitated several times before finally thinking of starting a conversation by turning on the heater:
"You don't look well and you feel cold from time to time? Let me turn on the heater for you."

"By the way. Do you want to listen to the radio?"

Gong Shuji managed to regain some energy and his voice was a little hoarse:

"Thank you, master."

"Turn on the radio. We're both a little sleepy. If no one talks to you while driving at night, I'm afraid you'll lose your energy."

Under the double pressure of injuries and rain, Gong Shuji was obviously not in good condition.

The whole person was leaning against the car window like a set of delicate and fragile porcelain. From time to time, wet raindrops fell from the broken hair on his forehead, and his words were as rare and beautiful as cracked porcelain.

Such an understanding and soft-spoken passenger was clearly welcomed by the driver.

The driver grinned twice, turned on the radio, and muttered:
"That's what I mean, and the rain is getting heavier and heavier. I want to hear when the typhoon will land."

"I will keep my voice down so as not to disturb the child's rest."

The radio was turned on in response, and the low-frequency current buzzed wildly, shaking the original silence in the car.

The driver smiled sheepishly, motioned for me to cover the child's ears, and quickly tuned to a familiar radio station.

The calm male voice on the radio came as promised——

"Good evening, dear listeners, welcome to the story session of "Penglai Night Talk"."

"I am the host, my surname is Lu, you can call me Xiao Lu. I will bring you interesting stories in the form of oral narration."

"Tonight, the name of our story is - "Taxi Horror"."

"The story begins with a man and a woman waving their hands and trying to stop a taxi on the roadside in the middle of a rainy night" (End of Chapter)