Pluto entangles marriage: this night is not too cold

Back at the station, because of the shift change, I didn't meet Brother Dong, so I could only suppress the doubts in my heart.

Ronaldinho still didn't show up, he only made a phone call, and the date of return has not yet been determined.

I stood on the platform with a note in my hand, not knowing what to do. I have experienced too many things recently, and I feel more and more that I have been covered in many things, but I don't know how to start.

However, this night was extraordinarily quiet, the things that troubled me did not appear, it was only something that I ate at 8 o'clock, but before 12 o'clock, I was very hungry.

I even ate two servings of fried rice to feel a little full.

"Anzhi, why did you eat so much today, aren't you afraid of gaining weight?"

Seeing that I also wiped out the snacks in the house, Shuang Shuang couldn't help joking.

I raised my eyes and glanced at her, subconsciously touched my stomach, is it because of him?
"Anzhi, Anzhi!"

"Are you feeling sick to your stomach?" My non-response made both of you nervous, with an anxious look on your face.

"No, I'm off work first."

After changing my clothes, I ran to grandpa's shop without stopping.

It seemed that he had expected that I would come. Early in the morning, the door of the tailor's shop was opened. He was lying on the chair with his eyes closed, as if he had fallen into a trance.

However, before I approached, he had already spoken.

"Anzhi, sit down. Let's talk." Grandpa said, pulling a chair behind him, and sat on the side of the street with me like this.

On the small table at the side, there were still hot rice porridge and steamed buns.

When did grandpa become so caring?It is two extremes with the inhuman image in my memory.

"You came to see me because Ronaldinho didn't show up?"

"Ah."

Grandpa looked at me, sighed suddenly, lit a hookah, and smoked it there.

After a long pause, he continued: "This is fate. Back then, I thought I could avoid it, but I didn't expect it to happen."

"That's all, things have come to this point, and I won't hide it from you."

"Did you know that you have yin and yang eyes?"

"Yin-yang eyes?" The spoon in his hand fell to the ground and fell apart.

I was about to bend down, but was stopped by my grandfather, he looked at me with deep eyes, as if he was looking at another person through me, there was an indescribable weirdness.

"Come on, wipe your eyes." As I spoke, two more willow leaves appeared in my palm, green buds, full of vitality.

Willow leaves wipe your eyes?Isn't that the medium used to activate a certain kind of exercise in the novel?

The leaves have a faint fragrance, which is very nice. I imitated my grandfather's movements and wiped my eyelids, but it felt cool. However, when I opened my eyes again, there seemed to be more in the world I could see. something.

Surprisingly, there are a few more "people" on the originally depressed streets. Some are old and some are young, and their bodies are also slightly disabled.

I looked in the direction of my grandfather's finger, and behind the open copper door, there were several ghosts crookedly crowded.

The leader was a fat man with a chubby belly and a shiny forehead. He looked like a rich man. Even if he was dead, there was still a delicate jade pendant around his neck, and gold thread was embroidered on his clothes.

It's just that his expression is not very good-looking, as if he has been abused, and the facial features on his face are twisted together, making it impossible to distinguish.

I was just about to turn my head, but grandpa took my hand and walked inside.

As we entered, the hooligans who were tied together immediately dispersed, and most of them returned to their coffins obediently, except for the rich man with a distorted face floating there, looking at us motionless.

Grandpa sneered, touched the silver needle on the sewing machine next to him, and unceremoniously pierced the wealthy businessman's stomach.

"Pfft."

After two sounds, the originally tall belly deflated at a speed visible to the naked eye, and a hole was split along the place where Grandpa had given the needle.

A palm-sized white spider was swarming there, with only a head but no body, and weird voices came from the opening and closing mouths.

There were traces of red and black threads wrapped around the fluffy mouth, which quickly covered the rich businessman's body, turning into a huge black cocoon, only the head was exposed.

Seeing that it was about to be entangled into a ball, the soul suddenly collapsed, and those white spiders exploded into pieces, scattered in all directions, but disappeared in that instant.

But the head of the wealthy businessman in the air was still there, looking at me in pain, and the next moment, his disappearing body condensed again, and his stomach was still bulging.

"vomit."

My stomach was churning, I couldn't help but rushed to the flower bed in the corner, leaning on the wall and retching.
As everyone knows, Grandpa looked at me more solemnly.