Infinite: Beloved by ghosts in a thriller game

A few people stood on the side of the road and "blown each other commercially", feeling bored and sore, so they went into a teahouse to rest.

It is more of a roadside tea shop than a roadside tea shop, with three large blue umbrellas lined up side by side, and an advertisement for "twin pig feed" printed on the corner.

Under each umbrella were a wooden table and four rattan chairs made of bamboo, and the yellowish chair handles were a little faded, which should have been some years old.

Si Twilight and the other five people walked over, she pulled a chair and sat down, and saw an old man "Ge You" lying on a rocking chair, shaking and shaking, not leisurely, and the wide newspaper blocked his face.

"Boss, help us serve five cups of clear tea."

After Ling Mu finished speaking, he found that the old man did not move at all, thinking that the other party did not hear, and raised his voice several degrees, "Boss, serve five cups of clear tea."

"So what are you doing loudly?" I'm not deaf.

The old man was a little displeased, and there was a hint of anger in his thick and hoarse voice, "The tea is on the table over there, and the boiling water is poured by yourself." "

After everyone listened, they were directly 'dumbfounded', and look at what they said, they actually let the guests make their own tea, this business is really good."

There is a saying that your uncle is still your uncle, and he always speaks and does things so boldly.

However, the tempers of several old men are not covered, especially when the weather is sultry, and the stinky temper is almost not suppressed.

Especially that Kuang Ruiming, who couldn't suffer a loss at all, crossed his waist with his hands, and was angry and wanted to go up to theorize.

"Hey... Big brother, forget it! Ling Mu quickly went up and grabbed him, pulling him back while persuading him with good words.

Si Twilight doesn't want to affect her mood because of these things, a person's mood is too bad, the negative energy will be too heavy, she still has something to do at night, and she can't affect herself because of these trivial things.

She slowly got up, her bright eyes looked at everyone, slowly bent into two crescent moons, and the previously tight Zhu lips also fainted with a smile, "It's okay, you sit down, I'll make you tea."

Walking up to an old-fashioned desk, Twilight habitually observed the desk, especially like the kind of desk in the school in the eighties, black paint fell in blocks, looking old and old. There were two drawers under the table, one with several packs of bitter tea, and the other with a large stack of stacked newspapers.

Si Twilight glanced back at the old man next to him, he was still sitting there leisurely reading the newspaper, the rattan chair swayed gently, and he could vaguely hear a little tune humming from his mouth.

This scene, if ordinary people look at it, will only feel very harmonious, an old man who is almost ancient living a leisurely life.

But Si Twilight didn't think so, his group came here, let alone five minutes, and in these five minutes, his newspaper did not move at all, not even a sound.

It's also so weird!

Usually, there is a front page of news on the front of the newspaper that occupies more than half of the page, and even if you read slowly, it is unlikely that you will not make a little noise for a long time.

Is this old man really reading the newspaper?

Si Twilight quietly took out the folded newspapers in another drawer, and found that these newspapers were very new to the touch and felt smooth, without any traces of secondary folding.

But the date of reading the newspaper was as recent as last week, and a little further away from half a year ago.

Moreover, he has not read the newspaper half a year ago, so what kind of newspaper is he reading? Si Twilight's heart sank a little bit.

Raising my wrist, I saw that it was six o'clock sharp, and my group arrived at the beauty apartment at about three o'clock in the afternoon, as if it was from this road, and there were no tea stalls here.

Si Twilight originally came to make tea, and when she noticed the abnormality, she took the initiative to put down the warm water bottle and tea bag, ready to go back and tell Ling Mu and several people.

Unexpectedly, just a few steps away, the old voice came from behind, "How?" Afraid that the old man will poison you? If

her mood in the previous moment was solemn, then the mood at this moment was flustered.

Just now and obviously he was already very careful, did not make any noise, the old man also kept covering his face with newspapers, how did he know what he was doing?

Doesn't he still have clairvoyant eyes? Can you see your actions clearly through the newspaper?

Si Twilight felt a chill in the back of his spine, and stepped forward and bowed, "Grandpa, I'm sorry, I turned your things without your permission." The

other party did not answer, and after a few seconds, he slowly put down the newspaper in his hand, revealing his true face.

Before the newspaper blocked, it was not real, but now there is no obstacle, Si Twilight saw the old man in front of him, his face was full of age spots, with a pair of black sunglasses with round frames, wearing the kind of navy blue robe of the Republic of China, but after being improved by later generations, it now does not seem to have any sense of violation.

What to wear is not the point, and he, actually a blind man?

If not blind, it is wearing a pair of sunglasses similar to that worn by blind people.

Obviously, the latter speculation should not be valid. Because, at this time, he was touching the table next to him with one hand, and it didn't look like he was pretending.

The old man's figure looked a little thin, but there was a boldness in his body that made people dare not despise it.

How can such an old man, who is not simple, have that pretentious hobby? And not the stupid dick of modern society.

The old man's face was slender, even if he couldn't see his eyes clearly, he could see that his facial features were more three-dimensional, his face contours were more distinct, and his shriveled lips opened and closed, "You girl is a little different, I've seen you come here several times." "

How many times? Why didn't I notice it?

Si Twilight sensed that the other party had no malice, and her tense nerves slowly relaxed, "Grandpa, your eyes..."

She wanted to ask the other party: What newspaper do you read blindly?

But out of politeness, she still expressed her thoughts tactfully, "Do you have eye diseases?" The

old man's withered hand slowly touched his eyes, and then smiled, "Yes, there is an eye disease, which has been there since childhood."

"What about your children? Didn't take you to see it?

The old man was stunned for two seconds and smiled bitterly, "I am forty-five this year, and I am still unmarried.

This time, Si Twilight was surprised again, the other party looked at least seventy years old, how could he be forty-five years old? Why is a forty-five-year-old person so old? Is it also sick?

After a brief stunned, Si Twilight noticed his gaffe and bowed again to apologize, "I'm sorry, I just made a gaffe." By the way, I don't know what you call it? "

Title?" The other party muttered, as if caught in a memory, and for a long time, he continued: "For many years, no one has asked my name, so much so that I almost forgot that my name is 'Little Liuzi'." "

Little Rokuko? How is it so familiar? It seems that I heard it somewhere, but I can't remember. Si Twilight scratched her hair irritably, and unconsciously, more than ten more were taken down, and if it went on like this, she was afraid that she would be on the list in the nunnery.