ghost market

Cool air, quaint furniture, and melodious music, the pair of old doors seem to separate two different worlds.

I walked into the tavern slowly, and slowly looked around the space of less than sixty square meters.The walls of the tavern are full of beautiful things, and various hanging objects occupy their own positions, ranging from old photos full of history to exquisite wood carvings with complicated patterns.Several skinned square lamps hung by thick hemp ropes hang down from the wooden beams on the roof, rendering the primitive simplicity of the log furniture with their own dim light.The melodious music is lingering in my ears, and the euphemistic tune seems to come from Paer, and it seems to come from Rewafu...

"Aximu!"

An enthusiastic male voice came from behind the log bar, and an old man in his 60s raised his head from a colorful wine bottle.The old man was wearing a moon-white Uighur shirt and a Moluse Uighur leather cap.Whether it is the sea blue pattern on the collar of the shirt or the golden pattern on the small leather cap, they are all exquisitely crafted and look very elegant.

"Hehe, friends from afar, you're welcome, sit down, sit down." The old man smiled heartily, picked up a towel and wiped his hands, opened the small door of the bar and walked out.He spoke Chinese with a slight accent, obviously judging our identities from our attire. [

I smiled and nodded to the old man, and greeted everyone to choose a table to sit down.

"Young friends, visiting Huda's garden is a lot of work. Are you tired? Wait a minute, I'll get you some drinks first." The old man winked at us playfully, and then took some from the bar. Water bottles and glasses came over.

After pouring water for us one by one, the old man handed me the menu and said: "My friends, this tavern is not manned, so I don't have all kinds of dishes like big restaurants. I can only provide some special ones. Small dishes. However, I have my own homemade wine here, I guarantee you will never forget it after drinking it!"

I smiled, took the menu and chatted with the old man.He always enthusiastically introduced us the special food and drink of the tavern, with humorous conversation and hearty laughter.It seems that his sixtieth year's body contained a young soul.

After I followed his order and ordered some food, the old man said a few words and then turned around and entered the small door behind the bar, while we continued to observe the tavern in silence.

The location of this tavern is remote, and there are no advertisements outside the store, so there are not many customers.Apart from our table, there was only a young man and woman sitting at a side table in the shop.Judging from their clothes, they should be tourists who came out to play.

After a while, the old man delivered all the food and drink we ordered, and warmly presented a plate of fruit.The young man and woman just planned to leave at this time.After the old man served us meals, they called him to pay the bill, and then walked out of the store with a huge backpack.

Seeing that the store was clean, I immediately invited the old man to come and sit down, pretending to praise his self-brewed wine, and asked to have a few glasses with him.The old man readily agreed, and seemed very happy to make friends.He took an extra bottle of wine from the bar and walked over, pulled a chair and sat down to drink and chat with us.

"Uncle, can I ask you a favor?" Guessing that the time is right, I asked while I was trying to persuade him to drink.

"Young friend. The people of Huda are all willing to help others. What do you need my help for? As long as I can help, I will definitely help." The old man put down his cup and smiled.

"It's not a big deal." I took a sip of the wine in my glass and continued, "We are here this time not only for tourism, but also for a very important thing to do. We are taught by an elder So, I need to find someone to ask some questions. This tavern is what the elder told us."

"Oh? Who are you looking for?" the old man asked while filling his glass.

"Slam, Slam of this tavern."

"Hahahaha!"

The old man laughed loudly when he heard the words, he stretched out his thick arm and patted my shoulder vigorously, and pointed at himself playfully with the other hand.Said: "My child, didn't your elder tell you what I look like as an old man? I am Slamu!"

Sure enough, I thought to myself.On the surface, he pretended to be very surprised and said:

"You are Uncle Slamu! This is really... so embarrassing!"

Slamu waved his hand and said with a smile: "Kai Reke, Kai Reke. My child, tell me what you want to ask me? Let me guess which old guy is still so naughty, hahaha !"

"Bathihar." [

Slamu's hand holding the wine glass shook slightly, and a few drops of wine dripped down the back of his hand onto the table, the color was bright red.He quickly adjusted his stiff smile, pretended to be serious and continued to bring the wine glass to his lips, and drank it with his head raised.

"Son, what did you just say?" Slamu put down his glass, pretending not to hear clearly.However, his originally peaceful gaze became sharp in an instant.

"Batihar," I greeted the pair of sword lights calmly, "my elder only told me this word and nothing else. He asked me to ask you about the detailed situation. Of course, this is also The purpose of our coming here."

Slamu lowered his eyes after listening to my words, and retracted that sword-like gaze.He didn't make a sound, but silently poured himself a full glass of wine, drank it all in one gulp, and then repeated this action over and over again.

The night had long ruled the outside world, and the air in the tavern seemed to be infected by some kind of dark substance, quietly becoming heavy and gloomy.Everyone in the room was silent, as if weaving tension together.The wine glass in Slamu's hand was constantly changing from full to empty, at a faster and faster speed, and the dark red wine kept splashing and flowing from the mouth of the glass, just like blood.

Maybe it was the overly depressing atmosphere that tightened everyone's nerves, or maybe the splashed wine juice implied blood.Yan Daojie and Ruan Yu stretched their hands to their waists after looking at each other, and slowly gripped the cold guns tightly.

"Snapped!"

There was a crisp sound in my ear.Slamu slammed the empty glass in his hand on the table, then picked up the half bottle of wine in his hand and poured it vigorously.

"Ah! Dear old friend, after so many years, you still can't let go. May Hu Da guide your confusion and ease your pain." After drinking the bottle of wine, Slamu leaned on the back of the chair and sighed.The pair of eyes staring at the roof are full of regret and nostalgia, as if staring at a close friend.

After a while, he moved his gaze from the roof to me, and said, "My child, please tell me, what is your relationship with this old friend of mine?"

"Strictly speaking, our relationship is neither far nor close." I thought about it secretly, and said, "This elder and a relative of mine are very good friends. When I come here, it is actually my relative and this relative. It was entrusted by an elder together, saying that it was to help the elder untie the knot in his heart for many years. You know, when people are old, it is always very uncomfortable to keep those things that cannot be let go in the heart. "

This rhetoric seems to have a lot of content, but in fact there is nothing of practical significance. It is yyng with what I said to Slamu at the beginning.This way of speaking is generally a technique commonly used by people who run the rivers and lakes, such as fortune tellers.If you practice this skill well, it will surprise the person you are speaking with by thinking that you are saying "the same thing" or that you "know it all."Obviously, this kind of quack deception was taught to me by Yan Daojie, the "Third Lord" in the early years. I used to investigate trivial matters before, but this is the first time I use it on such an important matter. things.

"Hey! This old boy has a lot of tricks, and he has learned to find helpers. Unfortunately, it is not the result of yyng to find helpers." Slamu shook his head with a wry smile.

"My children, it's hard for you. The old guy had to fight like an old cow, but he made you run around." He stood up and walked towards the bar while saying, "I'll go Get a pot of tea, there are plenty of stories for you to hear."

Seeing him walking away, the four of us couldn't help but look at each other, each face was stained with deep confusion.

what 's wrong?Judging from Slamu's tone, he planned to tell us the secret in a while.How could this secret be obtained so easily?Before entering this tavern, we had imagined all the possibilities from "one catch" to "on the spot conflict", but we never thought that the goal could be achieved so easily.

Could it be that we have found the wrong person?

I shook my head, dismissing the idea.From the moment I entered this bistro, I didn't stop observing.Judging from the service process in the store and the preparation time of meals, Slamu should be the only one in this tavern at the moment.What's more, judging from Slamu's most gracious acknowledgment of his identity, it should not be anyone else pretending to be him.

If the person we see at this time is indeed the Slamu written on the note.Another possibility, then, is that the "secret" he's about to tell isn't the one we've been chasing.And this point can only be judged after we have heard his story.

"Children, try my homemade black tea, it's sure to have a unique taste." Slamu came back with a tea tray.

Seeing this, I quickly got up to take the tea tray, and then poured hot tea for him and everyone like a standard junior yyng.Slamu picked up his teacup and took a sip, then took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it.

The flame of the cigarette flickered on and off, and his vigorous voice was slowly spit out from his mouth in conjunction with the smoke, slowly drawing out the dusty history. (To be continued...)[