It was almost dusk when I returned to my residence. Old Mrs. Huang was sitting outside without saying anything. Old Mrs. Liu inexplicably asked her what was wrong. When I came back, Old Mrs. Liu nodded to me. I looked at Old Mrs. Huang and didn't know what to do, so I could only quickly go back to the inner room and lay on the wooden bed, thinking: Old Mrs. Huang was not aware of the follow-up conversation between my fat old man and I. According to the fat old man's opinion, Old Mrs. Liu was a widower without wife and wealth. So is Old Mrs. Huang's ending of divorce and leaving the countryside or die in the underworld? If the marriage relationship continues, how can he be a widower without wife and wealth?

I didn't dare to continue thinking, so I comforted myself that this was just a fat old man's calculation and could not do it. But I was also worried, so I went out to borrow Zi Pingzhenquan from Old Man Liu to read it casually (I have read the two books by Old Man Liu before. In addition to Jin Pingmei, there is also this book of Pingzhenquan, which seems to be a book on the name test, but the content is obscure and difficult to understand, making people drowsy). Even so, I still couldn't control my random thoughts. At some point, I fell asleep in a daze, feeling in a trance.

The air was solemn, and my chest was so stuffy that I couldn't breathe, as if I was wearing a few layers of water-dipped towels. The indoor temperature was cold and made people stand up. I wanted to open my eyes but it was difficult to open it. My eyelids seemed to be stuck by taxes. I tried my best to barely open a gap. At this time, I felt someone passing through my room. Yes, it was like passing through it. I felt a blurry figure passing through the outer room to the inner room, and then to the end of the bed, I walked out through the window covered by plastic cloth. Looking at the back, it looked like Mrs. Huang.

I couldn't help but wake up, sweating soaked my back, and I felt that there was a cold and cold atmosphere in the room. It was already past 10 o'clock at night, so I lit the lights and drank some water to stabilize my spirits. Thinking about the scene that was just like a dream, not a dream, but a illusion, I couldn't help but feel a little weak in my legs. I took out a flashlight and was about to step out to the outside room, but hesitated again: I had to go out to the toilet through the outer room where Old Man Liu and his wife lived, and walked along the large flat corridor outside to the public toilet on the side. The illusion just now was still in front of me. At this time, I still felt my heartbeat accelerated, and I lifted my legs several times but stopped moving forward, so I didn't dare to open the door of the inner room.

At this time, I couldn't help but regret why I had refused the red plastic bucket provided by Old Man Liu. When I moved in, the plastic bucket was stuffed under the bed. Old Man Liu said it was for me to use as a urine bucket. He said that it was December after all, and the toilet was far away. It was cold and far away to go out at night. He suggested that I should urinate in the house, and it would be fine when I went out in the morning. I felt that the urine bucket was smelly and disgusting under the bed, so I rejected Old Man Liu's kindness. From now on, I have developed a good habit of biological clocks, drinking less water at night and sleeping until dawn, and trying not to go to the toilet at night. But I knew that the hallucination that just now seemed like a dream but not a dream made it difficult to control the urine.

I clamped my legs and turned around in place for a few times, suppressed the urge to pee, pinched the flashlight in my hand, "Grandma, living people can't suffocate to death", and then raised my hand to open the hook in the inner room and pushed open the door of the inner room. With the creaking sound of the door opening, the air flow from the inner room and the outside instantly penetrated, but it made people feel even colder. Maybe it was because the winter moon was cold and there was no heating in the room, so I comforted myself.

I took a few steps and passed by the old couple's bedside, slowly lifted the low flashlight and shone it on their bed. Their bed form, called the hanging shop in Qingdao, is similar to the upper and lower bunks we used when we went to school. It is the first choice for the living bed structure of people living in the tube building and the large family, greatly increasing the utilization rate of space. The lower bunk is usually used for resting, and the upper bunk is used for sleeping. The old couple is old and has difficulty moving, so they pile up all the debris on the upper bunk.

The two of them slept on the lower bunk, and then they hung a curtain on the upper bunk to cover the lower bunk. The benefits of doing this are, first, there is privacy, after all, an outsider like me is living in the inner room; and then it increases the warmth, which is equivalent to building a second-layer warmth structure for the lower bunk. In this way, the lower bunk is similar to a box structure, and the curtain is covered by the curtain and cannot see the internal situation clearly. The flashlight shines on the curtain, reflecting two sleeping figures inside. It seems that everything is as usual. I caress my forehead and don't scare myself.

I was about to continue walking and open the door of the outer room, but suddenly I felt something was wrong. The hand on the handle of the outer room retracted and stopped and listened carefully: There was only one person's breathing!! This discovery made me almost throw away the flashlight in my hand, shivering and shine at the curtain on the lower bunk. The two sleeping figures reflected in my eyes did have chest undulating. Logically, it was possible to hear the needles falling in the middle of the night, especially the breathing of the elderly, which was very heavy. How could there be only one person's breathing? Thinking of this, the hand holding the flashlight shook even more violently. The beam of the flashlight trembled and swayed, as if Old Lady Huang was standing at the corner of the bed, looking at herself on the bed with resentment!!

At this time, my liver and gallbladder were trembling. I opened the door of the room outside and rushed out. I didn't dare to go up the toilet. I quickly went downstairs and ran to the Internet cafe on the corner of the street. There were bright lights and people were buzzing. After I found a machine to sit down, I felt the popularity around me, and slowly calmed down. I remembered all the things I had just experienced. I searched for relevant content in search engines and started browsing, such as eight-character bans, Feng Shui and other things, but the more I read it, the more I became more shocked. The things described online were more sensational than what I had experienced.

Finally until dawn, I rushed to Jimo Road Market early to wait for the fat old man to help me answer my questions and answer my questions. I stayed in the fat old man's small shed, and I was tired all night. At this moment, the sun was rising, shining on my body warmly. Unconsciously sleepy, I fell asleep. When I woke up, it was almost noon, and I saw the fat old man slowly walking out of the sunlight leaking from the arch. I was excited: You old man, you have already set up your stall. The fat old man was not surprised when he saw it was me, and it seemed as if he had expected it. "I came when you woke up, wasn't it just right? It's so disturbing your peace of mind!"

The fat old man said slowly, unpacking the package while saying that, and taking out his personal belongings: compass, Five Emperors’ money, lottery buckets, and several old books: perpetual calendar, Futong Treasure Archive, Ziping Zhenquan, Yijing, Bone Destiny, etc. I moved out of the position and watched him place the items neatly one by one. After he sat upright and sorted them out, I quickly stepped forward. Before I could speak, the fat old man waved his hand and pointed at the Mazzi in front of him and said to me: "Sit first, sit first, I know your purpose. Before that, we must know each other, right?"

Seeing the fat old man knowing everything, I couldn't help but relax. When the person relaxed, he relaxed. The playful words came out casually, and I smiled: "Old man, my surname is Su. After my birth, my parents hoped that my friends would always help me, so my name was Su Youyou."

"The origin of your name is interesting," the fat old man grinned: "Old man, my surname is Ma. When I was born, my family hoped that I would be as free as a cloud in the future, so my name is Ma Zizai."

"Hahaha" we looked at each other and the laughter dispelled the uneasiness in my heart.
Chapter completed!