DSF Chapter 35

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

This is an old street with side roads everywhere.

There are quite a few stalls in the ghost market, and they are all lined up in a hurry. There are stalls on both sides, and every corner is crowded.

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

There was a stall selling jade, and there was a series of jade stones that looked crudely carved. Zong Qi glanced at it so superficially, and saw many fake ones, but there was also a piece wrapped in mud that looked good at first glance. Many people gathered around to bargain and buy.

There was also a stall with no lights on. The stall owner even refused to let me pick it up and look at it. He only asked me to turn off the lights and touch it. Whatever I touched was what I felt. It was very mysterious and even said whether I wanted to buy it or not.

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

Xiaohong pointed out a very remote road, turned left and right, and then turned to a street intersection.

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

The stalls were filled with common trinkets, including snapdragons, white candles, children's rattles, dirty white stones, and some copper coins. When you glanced at them, you knew they were plastic and worthless. .

This place is close to the end of the ghost market. The people in front haven't visited yet, and there are only a few buyers.

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

"Little kid, come over and take a look at my stall, it's all trinkets!"

"Come and take a look at me. I have a lot of antiques. I bought them new from the south. They are fresh and cheap today."

"What I have here is the best!"

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

He pointed to an ordinary key covered with rust spots on the stall, "Grandpa, how do you sell this thing?"

"ah?"

The old man who was leaning against the wall struggled to lift himself up, "My dear, what do you want to buy?"

The stall owner on the side looked at it and interjected: "He is a blind man. You have to show it to him to know what you want to buy."

After saying that, he muttered: "What good thing can a blind man have? He is just a scavenger. If he doesn't just pick everything from the trash can, he might as well come to my stall and have a look. Why do young people today really believe that?" The lies picked up in 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's hand.

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Zong Qi's eyes lit up as he watched the old man fumble for the key twice with his calloused hands: "This thing isn't worth anything. Baby, please give me five yuan."

Five yuan, this is almost like giving it away.

Zong Qi was embarrassed and said, "Let's do this, Grandpa, I'll buy all the things you put on the stall."

Perhaps it was because Zong Qi only had two relatives: his grandparents and his grandmother. He really couldn't bear to see these old people setting up stalls all alone, especially since this old man had limited legs and feet and poor eyesight, and he didn't look like he was being cared for. look.

There were many old people like this in the Tongzi Building where Zong Qi lived before. Some of their children just lived there alone without caring about them. In the winter, there was no charcoal fire for grilling, and they froze to death in the room without even knowing it. After knowing this, Zong Qi spent many days helping the elderly carry water in the summer and charcoal in the winter. This is why the landlady likes him so much.

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

"Hey, hey, I can't do it, I can't do it!"

The old man waved his hands repeatedly, but Zong Qi said seriously: "Grandpa, I really want to buy these things you put on the stall. Isn't it just business that you set up the stall?"

"Then you can't spread it so much!"

Zong Qi had no choice but to take back the 100 yuan Zhang, and saw the old man carefully ordering something on the ground, as if he refused to accept even one more yuan.

The stall owner next door sneered, and when the old man couldn't see him, he called him aside: "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 scavenging like this. I bought some worthless things and sold them here."

"There are too many scammers nowadays. Be careful and don't try to help them when you see them. There are so many poor people in the world, how can you help them?"

The black-haired young man touched his hair and said, "Thank you, boss, for reminding me. I really want to buy something, but it doesn't count as a favor. Besides, it's not easy for grandpa to still set up a stall here at such an old age."

The stall owner gave him a complicated look and waved his hand: "Okay, okay."

"It's a good thing that this old man met you. He didn't have a son and a half. His wife seemed to have been hit and killed by a drunk driver. He carried a sack to help collect his wife's body early in the morning, but he couldn't see it and broke his leg. "

"Life is indeed hard, but don't blame me for not reminding you. Those things he put on the stall were really picked up in the garbage dump, and I watched him dig through some of them."

Zong Qi, who was looking down at his phone, immediately looked up and looked stunned.

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

The other party was originally just a dead horse as a living horse doctor, but he didn't expect to meet someone with some real ability, and he immediately cleared away the resentment on this family's legendary jade pendant.

He had been in the wrestling ring, and although Jinpen had given up his career now, he still had a sharp eye. Knowing that he had met a senior master today and had great luck, he felt a little unsure when speaking now.

Apart from anything else, it was a trivial matter for such an expert to easily spend five figures. It was better for him to just find one by posting a small advertisement on the street.

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

Qi Ningzhou took a brief look and found that there were five red tickets inside, and his heart almost flew with joy.

Although I live in a Taoist temple, I still have to pay for food. He calculated it, and the money was used to advance what he owed before, and it was enough to cover next month's debt, which was great.

"Received, thank you for your patronage."

Tianshi remained calm on the surface, with the same cold air as his master, nodded slightly and turned around to leave. The client was left standing behind, showing admiration.

He is worthy of being a master, but he regards money as dirt, which is different from the half-full bottles of water in the entertainment industry.

Qi Ningzhou was walking a little unsteadily. As soon as he turned to the gate of the ghost market, he saw a black-haired young man supporting an old man walking out of it. He couldn't help but be a little confused.

"Brother, come and help me."

Zong Qi called him over, and the two of them joined hands to hold the old man firmly.

The old man thanked him profusely, and the Heavenly Master hurriedly said no, no, it's a simple matter.

"This is how the same thing?"

"Remember that grandma we met on the roadside before? This grandpa is grandma's wife."

Zong Qi walked forward slowly while explaining to Qi Ningzhou.

The two people supported the invisible grandfather and moved step by step to the intersection of the previous road.

Along the way, the old man was mumbling something, and his pace was fast and urgent. When he got here, he felt a little hesitant.

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

Although he has a method that allows ordinary people to see spiritual bodies in a short period of time, the grandpa himself has poor eyesight and can only see blurry patches of color. Even if he uses the method, he may not be able to see grandma.

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

Under the tree beside the flower bed, grandma was cleaning with them behind her back. When she heard the sound, a smile appeared on her face, "Hey you damn ghost, I've been waiting here for a long time, and finally you came to pick me up!"

The old man staggered over, clutching weakly in front of him.

His hand passed through Grandma's body, but the latter kept talking as if she 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?"

The old man couldn't see and couldn't even hear the sound.

But miraculously, after groping for a while, he actually seemed to be able to feel his grandma's position and stood quietly in front of her, listening to her nagging.

"I said you, an old man, never pay attention to your health."

Grandma picked up the broom and said, "Who knew you had bad eyesight now? If I hadn't seen that you were an activist in the village at that time, forget it, I'm too lazy to say it, who told me to follow you."

"By the way, is the food ready?"

Tears suddenly fell from the grandfather's face.

He held the crutch beside him and repeated with a choked voice: "It's done. It's your favorite white-flour steamed buns."

"There are steamed buns? Are there no flour in the next half month? As an old man, you like to make this quietly. You can save the money you spent on flour to buy cabbage, and you can eat a few more meals."

One person and one ghost helped him away like this

Zong Qi and Qi Ningzhou watched the pair of rickety figures walking further and further away from each other. It wasn't until the two disappeared at the intersection that the black-haired young man spoke.

The old couple were sanitation workers before the accident. The old man's eyesight was not very good and he couldn't complete the task, so he quit his job as a sanitation worker and turned into a scavenger. He picked up some things and sold them to the scrapyard. Stay and sell at the ghost market. Grandma was paid a thousand yuan a month as a sanitation worker, and she worked conscientiously from dawn to dusk.

Every evening, the old man cooked a meal at home, walked from Gushui Street behind the ghost market to the street entrance little by little with a wooden stick, and invited his wife to come back for dinner.

Although life was hard, it was still manageable.

However, something unexpected happened.

A rich second-generation man drank all night with his friends. He came out of the bar at five in the morning and drove his Ferrari across the road at lightning speed.

The modified pipe whines like a fierce horse that can't stop. Under the catalysis of alcohol, it stimulates the human brain and pushes the accelerator down a little more.

Before dawn, the old woman got up early and was walking along the roadside carrying a woven bag.

There are few people at this time, and there are almost no people on the road except for breakfast shops, 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 cartons are picked up and flattened, they can be sold to the scrapyard. With the extra money, you may be able to buy a few of the old man's favorite green onions.

Pick it up early, she thought. If a car comes, it will be dangerous.

Then there is no more.

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

Red Ferraris don’t lack for red banknotes.

The sky the next day was gray, the newspaper was black, and only the blood stain was red.

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

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

The old man was crying while talking.

'We couldn't eat anything good all year round. She didn't want to be reincarnated until we finished eating the white flour steamed buns. '

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

For example, he didn't recite the mantra just now, but his grandpa could hear grandma's voice, which means that his time is approaching and his life is not long. Another example is why grandpa knew that grandma was dead, but still persisted in looking for her on the street. They may be separated by shadow and yang on this street, passing each other countless times every day.

For another example, since grandma has found her obsession, according to the rules of their mountain sect, anyone who sees it must be saved.

But when these words came to my lips, I swallowed them all.

In the end, he just took back his sword and sighed in a low voice: "Hey, let's go."