Director of a Suspense Film

Xiaohong held Zong Qi's head with one hand, and a strand of hair floated out from his back, acting as a guidepost, where Zong Qi could go wherever he pointed.

Here is an old street,? There are forks everywhere.

There are still quite a few stalls in the ghost market, and they are placed in a hurry. There are stalls on both sides, and there is one crowded in every corner.

Zong Qi held up the flashlight of his mobile phone and walked in the direction Xiaohong pointed, while looking left and right.

There is a stall that sells jade, and there is a series of rough-carved jade on it. With such a superficial scan, Zong Qi saw many fakes, but there was also a piece covered in mud that looked good at first glance. There are many people around to bargain for the price.

There was also a stall that didn't light any lights, and even the stall owner didn't let you pick it up to look at it. He only asked you to turn off the lights and touch it. It was so mysterious. He even said whether he wanted to buy it or not.

Zong Qi looked around and continued to follow Xiaohong's directions.

Xiaohong pointed the way very remote, turned left and right, and then turned to a street.

There was an old man leaning against the wall, his eyes slightly closed, and his crutches were put aside.

The stalls are filled with ordinary gadgets, such as snapdragons, white candles, rattles played by children, dirty white stones, and some copper coins. Not worth the money at all.

This place is close to the end of the ghost market, the people in front have not come here yet, and there are very few buyers.

When Zong Qi came over, several stall owners were greeting him.

"Little boy, come over and have a look at my stall, they are all gadgets!"

"Come and see me here. I have a lot of antiques. I bought them from the south. They are fresh and cheap today."

"I'm good here!"

Zong Qi smiled and waved at them, squatting down in front of the old man's stall.

He pointed to an ordinary rusty key on the booth, "Grandpa, how do you sell this thing?"

"what?"

The old man leaning against the wall struggled to get up, "Son, what do you want to buy?"

The stall owner looked at it and interjected: "He is blind, you have to show him to see what you want to buy."

After finishing speaking, he muttered: "What good things can a blind man have? He is just a scavenger. If he doesn't pick up everything from the trash can, he might as well come to my booth to have a look. Why do young people really believe that? The nonsense picked up by the ghost market..."

Zong Qi ignored him, thanked him in a low voice, bent down to pick up the very ordinary key, and handed it to the old man.

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You got it right!

Zong Qi's eyes lit up, and saw the old man fumbled for the key twice with calloused hands: "This thing is worthless, you can give me five yuan, little baby."

Five yuan, which is almost the same as giving away.

Zong Qi was embarrassed, "How about this, Grandpa, I bought all of these at your stall."

Perhaps it was because Zong Qi only had two relatives, grandparents and grandparents. He really couldn't see these old people setting up stalls alone, especially this old grandpa had bad legs and eyes, and he didn't look like someone to take care of him. look.

There were quite a few old people like this in the Tongzilou where Zong Qi lived before. Some of the children didn’t care about them, and they lived there alone. There was no charcoal fire in winter, and they didn’t even know they froze to death in the room. After knowing this, Zong Qi often helped the old people carry water in summer and charcoal in winter, which is why the landlady's grandma likes him so much.

As he spoke, he took two hundred-yuan bills from his pocket and stuffed them into the old man's hand.

"Eh, eh, I can't, I can't!"

The old man waved his hands again and again, but Zong Qi said seriously: "Grandpa, I really want to buy these things from your stall. You come to set up a stall to do business."

"Then don't spread so much!"

Zong Qi had no choice but to take back one hundred yuan. Seeing that the old man was earnestly counting things on the ground, he seemed unwilling to accept more than one yuan.

The stall owner next door snorted and called the old man to the side while he was out of sight: "You young man, you must have never been out of society, right? You are so naive. This society is dangerous now, and there are so many old people who pick up waste like this. Some worthless things are sold here."

"There are too many liars now, you should be careful, don't just want to help when you see it. There are so many poor people in the world, how can you help them?"

The black-haired young man stroked his hair, "Thank you boss for reminding me, I really have something I want to buy, and it's not a help. Besides, it's not easy for Grandpa to set up a stall here at such an old age."

The stall owner gave him a complicated look and waved his hand: "All right, all right."

"It's good for this old man to meet you. He doesn't have a son and a half. His wife seems to have been hit and killed by a drunk driver. Early in the morning, he took a sack to help collect his wife's body, but he couldn't see it and broke his leg. "

"It's true that life is hard, but don't blame me for not reminding you, the things he spread out were really picked up in the garbage dump, and some of them were picked up by me watching him..."

Zong Qi, who was looking down at the phone, immediately raised his head and was taken aback.

 …

Qi Ningzhou watched the other party hand over a bag, opened it and counted the money inside.

The other party was just a dead horse as a living horse doctor, but he didn't expect to meet someone with some real skills, who immediately cleared up the grievances on this family heirloom jade pendant.

He has been in the fighting circle, and although Jinpen has resigned now, he still has some discernment. Knowing that today he met a senior expert and got lucky, he has no confidence in speaking now.

Among other things, it is a trivial matter for such an expert to spend five figures. Fortunately, he just found one at the place where the small advertisements were posted on the street.

I want to increase the price, but I am afraid that the expert will be taciturn along the way, never talk nonsense, and have a bad temper. It is offensive to add more money hastily.

Qi Ningzhou glanced briefly, and found that there were five red tickets inside, and his heart was about to fly with joy.

Although you live in a Taoist temple, you still have to pay for food. He figured it out, the money he owed before was put on top of what he owed before, and it happened to be paid next month, he was very happy.

"Got it, thank you for your patronage."

The Celestial Master remained calm on the surface, with the same aloof airs as his master, nodded slightly, turned around and left. The client was left standing behind, showing admiration.

As expected of an expert, but he treats money like dung, which is different from those half-bottles of water in the entertainment industry.

Qi Ningzhou was a bit swaying when he walked here, and when he turned to the gate of the ghost market, he saw a black-haired young man walking out with the help of an old man, and he couldn't help being a little dazed.

"Brother, come and help me."

Zong Qi beckoned him to come over, and the two of them held hands together, which was considered to be holding the old man firmly.

The old man thanked him again and again, and the celestial master hurriedly said no, no need, it was a matter of little effort.

"This is how the same thing?"

"Do you still remember the grandma we met on the side of the road? This grandpa is my wife."

Zong Qi walked forward slowly while explaining to Qi Ningzhou.

The two supported the blind grandfather, and moved step by step to the intersection of the previous road.

Along the way, the old man was muttering something in his mouth, and his pace was hurried and fast. When he got here, he felt a little hesitant.

Qi Ningzhou lowered his voice: "What should I do?"

Although he has a spell that allows ordinary people to see spirit bodies for a short period of time, this grandpa has poor eyesight and can only see blurred patches of color. Even with the magic spell, he may not be able to see grandma.

They supported the old man and walked towards the flower bed step by step.

Under the tree next to the flower bed, Grandma was cleaning with their backs behind her back. When she heard the sound, a smile appeared on her face, "Hey, you **** ghost, I've been waiting here for a long time, and I finally figured out to come pick me up!"

The old man staggered over, grasping feebly in front of him.

His hand passed through Grandma's body, but the latter kept talking like he didn't pay attention.

"I picked up two more cardboard boxes today. We can buy more cabbage when we go back. Isn't it your favorite food?"

The old man could not see, nor could he even hear.

But miraculously, after groping for a while, he seemed to be able to really feel the position of Grandma, standing quietly in front of her, listening to her nagging.

"I said you old man, you don't pay attention to your body..." Grandma picked up the broom, "Who would have known that your eyesight is not good now, if you were not an activist in the village at the time, forget it, don't bother Said, who told me to follow you."

"By the way, is the meal ready?"

Tears fell down the old man's face all of a sudden.

Holding the crutch beside him, he choked up and repeated: "It's ready, it's your favorite white flour steamed bun."

"There are steamed buns? Then there is no flour in the next half month? You old man, you like to make some quietly. The money you buy for flour is saved to buy cabbage, and you can eat a few more meals."

One person and one ghost walked away with the help of them.

 …

Zong Qi and Qi Ningzhou looked at the pair of hunched backs and chattered further and further away, until they disappeared at the intersection of the street, the black-haired young man opened his mouth.

The old couple were both sanitation workers before the accident. The grandfather had poor eyesight and couldn't complete the task, so he retired from the sanitation worker and turned into a waste picker. He picked up some things and sold them to the waste station. Stay and go to the ghost market to set up a stall to sell. Grandma, on the other hand, led the sanitation worker for 1,000 yuan a month, and worked hard from dawn to dusk.

Every evening, the old man cooks a meal at home, takes a wooden stick and walks from the Shuishui Street behind the ghost market to the street corner, calling his wife to come back for dinner.

Although the life is hard, it is still passable.

However, an accident happened.

A rich second generation drank with friends all night, came out of the bar at five o'clock in the morning, and drove his Ferrari across the road at high speed.

The refitted pipe hummed, like a galloping horse that could not be stopped. Under the catalysis of alcohol, it stimulated the human brain, and the accelerator was lowered and stepped on for a few minutes.

Before dawn, the grandmother got up early and was walking on the side of the road with a woven bag.

There are few people at this time, and there are basically no people on the road except the breakfast shop, and it is quiet and quiet.

From a distance, she saw a large cardboard box standing in the middle of the road.

As long as the cardboard boxes are picked up and flattened, they can be sold to the scrap yard. The extra money may be able to buy a few green onions that the old man loves most.

Pick it up sooner, she thought. It's dangerous if a car comes over.

Then there is no more.

The red Ferrari ran through the red light and dyed the black and white zebra crossing red.

There is no shortage of red banknotes for red Ferraris.

The next day was gray, the newspaper was black, only the pool of blood was red.

"I was just trying, I didn't expect Grandpa would really come."

Zong Qi sighed, "Grandpa said that he would come to this street every morning. He said that he prepared a surprise for Grandma that morning. He made Grandma's favorite white flour steamed buns, but unfortunately Grandma didn't eat them."

At that time, the old man was crying while talking.

'We can't eat anything good all year round, and she hasn't finished eating white flour and steamed buns, so she is reluctant to reincarnate and leave. '

Qi Ningzhou didn't speak, but he held back his words.

For example, he didn't recite the mantra just now, but grandpa could hear grandma's voice, which means that grandpa's death is approaching, and his life is not long. Another example is why Grandpa knew that Grandma was dead, but he persisted in coming to the street to look for her. They may be separated from each other on this street, rubbing shoulders countless times every day.

Another example is that since grandma has found her obsession, according to the rules of their mountain gate, as long as she sees it, she must go to transcend it.

But when the words came to his lips, he swallowed them all again.

In the end, he only withdrew his sword and sighed in a low voice: "Oh, let's go."

The author has something to say: It’s Jiageng, continue to ask for nutrient liquid duck~

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Yu Chenxue likes to name the flower tulip, which sounds pretty nice 23333