With a hook from the gang pet boss, Master Fu fell

Song Yu turned around and saw a thin, dark, wrinkled face pressed against the car window, with deep criss-crossing lines, like the bark of a dead tree, and like ravines of different depths. , telling the vicissitudes and stories the owner has experienced.

The pupils of those turbid eyes were gray-white, and seemed to be integrated with the whites of the eyes. The only difference was that a flowing light could be seen, looking at her steadily.

Song Yu's heart suddenly felt an indescribable sense of familiarity.

That face also smiled at her at this time. When he smiled, the deep wrinkles were squeezed together, making him look more like a rotten, wrinkled tree bark.

He spoke to her.

The windows were not open.

The ghost train blocks out all movement outside.

Song Yu could not hear the sound of car horns or the noise of a group of people in front of her, but she could only hear his voice. It was clear, as if he was speaking directly in her ear: "Kids, we meet again."

kid!

This title suddenly exploded in my ears.

At this moment, her head felt like a bomb was suddenly dropped into her head, causing severe pain, as if it was about to explode.

"Yu'er." Fu Hanyu nervously clasped her shoulders, and his deep and cold eyes, like sharp blades, swept towards the man outside the window with a strong murderous aura.

The man also grinned and smiled kindly at him.

"I'm fine." Song Yu's heart was beating hard. She endured the severe pain in her head and suddenly pushed open the car door. Looking into those gray eyes, the pain made her voice tremble uncontrollably: "You... you know me?"

"Your brother owes me a hundred yuan. He told me to ask you for it." The old man looked at her seriously and stretched out his hand to her.

Song Yu was startled.

"You want to cheat?" The old man said anxiously: "Sixteen years ago, your brother asked me to help him with a divination, and then he asked me to ask you for money.

You are the little girl who treats people. Your brother has an eye disease. You and your brother pass by my fortune-telling stall every day. I recognize you even if you turn into ashes! "

He believed that brat's words in the first place because she had good medical skills at a young age and could make money, so she let him do it on credit. You must know that he had never given credit to people who told fortunes before.

When Song Yu heard this, his breathing stagnated, and he suddenly said: "Then my brother turned into ashes, can you still recognize him?"

"Your brother looks so upright. If I saw him, I would definitely recognize him." The old man thought about it seriously and then said, "If he turns to ashes, would you recognize him yourself?"

Song Yu thought he didn't recognize him. He saw the trembling old man in front of him, with a vicissitudes of life on his face, as if he could drive away to the west at any time. He said: "Old man, we haven't seen each other in so many years. Come sit in the car and let's chat." Reminiscing about old times.”

Regardless of whether the old man in front of her really knew her or was the traitor who sent her to test her, she had to ask her carefully.

The old man was not polite. He held the car door with one hand and raised his skinny, shaky legs.

Song Yu was worried about his legs, which would break if they touched anything at all. He reached out to give him a hand, took him to the car, and helped him sit down.

The car has a large space. In addition to the driver's seat and passenger seat in the front, there is a small living room in the back with a coffee table and sofa.

On the coffee table, there are all Song Yu’s favorite snacks.

The ghost train's capabilities are now growing, and it has the ability to preserve freshness. Things put in it can remain in the same state as when they were put in within two days.

Therefore, all the snacks are still the freshest and most delicious.

Song Yu placed a plate of exquisite plum blossom cakes in front of him and said, "This tastes good, please try it."

"This is what you asked me to eat, not what I want to eat. You can't use this to bribe me to pay off your debt." The old man neatly picked up a piece and stuffed it directly into his mouth.

I ate one piece after another, moving quickly and accurately without trembling at all.

"Please be patient, they are all yours." Song Yu pushed the other cakes in front of him, fearing that he would choke, and poured him a cup of tea and handed it over: "Drink some water."

"Okay, okay." The old man was obviously very hungry. He was eating with one hand and drinking with the other. He was eating heartily and happily.

The whole table of snacks and snacks was quickly eaten by him like a whirlwind of clouds.

Song Yu was a little stupid. It was hard to think that so many things had gone into the stomach of the thin and small old man in front of him. How long had he been hungry? Sixteen years?

"My one hundred dollars." After the old man had eaten and drank enough, he seemed to be in much better spirits, his eyes were a little brighter, and he looked at her with a smile.

Song Yu handed him a hundred yuan and said, "Old man, I have something to ask you. Of course, if you answer the question, I will pay you."

As she spoke, she took out a few more banknotes and placed them on the table.

The old man had eaten his fill and had collected his debt. He leaned back on the sofa in a relaxed and comfortable manner. His temperament became as misty as mist, as if it would go away with the wind at any time. However, a pair of eyes with worldly desires fell on it. On the banknotes in front of her, a lazy voice said: "Say."

"Do you still remember what my brother looks like?" Song Yu pushed a banknote in front of him.

The old man shook his head and pointed at his eyes: "Take a good look at my moves. I can't see clearly. How can I know what your brother looks like?"

Song Yu's process of finding someone was a process of being hit again and again. He was not hit at all. He calmly asked: "Then how did you recognize me at a glance?"

"Wangqi." The old man looked at her strangely: "I think you are quite proficient in this, don't you know?"

Of course Song Yu knew about Wang Qi, and just like what he said, she was very proficient in it.

But her anger cannot predict what a person's anger will be like after sixteen years.

Although she said this, she never showed timidity in front of outsiders. She only said: "To be honest with you, I have lost my memory and can't remember what he looks like."

The old man nodded clearly. He could tell at a glance that this girl's attainments in metaphysics were no worse than his. It was not easy to find someone.

It turns out that she has amnesia, so no wonder she can't remember her brother's anger.

"Old man, I want to discuss something with you. I am lost with my brother, and I would like to ask you to search for him with me." Song Yu stated his purpose.

The old man thought about it seriously and said, "You want me to help you find him. You have to pay me ten yuan a day."

Song Yu didn't know how he calculated the money, so he nodded without hesitation, no matter whether it was successful or not, if you can't buy it for ten yuan, you will suffer a loss, and if you can't buy it, you will be cheated, here it is!