Urban Oddities: Soul Contract

Chapter 1 Star Wish

The feeling of being watched came again.

Huo Minghai knew that he was asleep, and at the same time he clearly felt that there were many people walking around in the room, and one of them stopped beside the bed.

Huo Minghai vaguely felt that there was a person standing beside the bed, that person was looking down at him, Huo Minghai wanted to open his eyes to see, but his body didn't work, he couldn't even make a sound, Huo Minghai knew that he was in a dream and had to wake up as soon as possible, He tried his best to adjust his breathing, and gathered all his willpower, the man suddenly grabbed Huo Minghai's hand, and said in a child's voice: "Huo Huo, come quickly!"

Huo Minghai was shocked and finally woke up.

again...

He knew it was a dream, but those chaotic footsteps, voices, and the gaze staring at him were too real.

No matter how many times I change residences, this feeling will never go away.

"Ming Hai, it's getting late, it's time to get up."

Huo Minghai was slightly taken aback.

"If you don't get up again, you might miss the train." My mother put the clothes into the duffel bag and zipped it up. "Winter is coming, so bring some more clothes."

"Mom..." Huo Minghai sat up drowsily.

"There are also Buddhist beads, alas, you just forget about things, call me when you arrive!" The mother picked up a string of beads on the table and handed them to him.

"Got it, Mom."

The moment he took the beads, there was a wind blowing, which brought up a cloud of sand and fog. When Huo Minghai opened his eyes, he found that he was standing by a small stream, but his mother was standing on the other side.

He walked towards his mother, but no matter how he walked, the distance between them was still so far.

"Ming Hai, remember to bring the Buddha beads to avoid evil spirits and keep you safe."

The morning sun fell into the room, and when Huo Minghai opened his eyes, he couldn't tell whether it was a dream or reality.

"Wake up, just get up, don't be late for work on the first day." Du Jiajun was standing in front of the closet changing clothes.

He was dreaming all night, and he was very tired after waking up. Huo Minghai fished out his phone, and before it was time to get up, he curled up under the bed and continued to sleep. From seven o'clock to eight o'clock, seeing that he would be late if he didn't get up, Huo Minghai got out of bed in a daze.

Tianditong Express goes to work at 08:30, Huo Minghai carefully calculated, got up to wash up, bought some soy milk and fried dough sticks on the way and went to the company just in time, but when he went out to the living room, he found a box of milk and a few hot bread.

The small note reads: breakfast, sauce next to it.

Really high-end, eat bread with sauce!

Huo Minghai was a little touched. He didn't expect this roommate to be so considerate. He took the sauce and studied it over and over again. There were no patterns on it, but all fancy artistic characters. He didn't know which language it was. He couldn't understand a single word. I think it looks very high-end, but I didn’t expect Du Jiajun’s life to be so stylish. Huo Minghai, as a roommate, felt that he had also become high-end. He spread the sauce on the bread, bit it down, and couldn’t help but shed two lines of tears , Turn over the small note, and there is a line of small characters written on the back: that bottle is concentrated mustard, don’t put too much~

The apartment is only a few minutes away from the company. Huo Minghai went to the office to report. After a brief understanding of the process, he went down to the first floor to pick up the goods. Tianditong Building is quite special. Half of the 30 floors are used as warehouses. Going to the waiting area on the first floor, except for the front desk and a few offices, the rest of the space on the first floor is used to stack packages. Huo Minghai has an exclusive small room, and the things in it are the goods he wants to deliver.

On the bulletin board in the lobby, there is an extra list of senders. The list of senders is all Huo Minghai. These are VIP customers, and the parcels must not be lost. Before going out, Huo Minghai couldn't help but take a look. Keep the name silently in my heart...

Xie Xiaoyuan is three years old this year, lying on the sofa watching her mother fold the stars.

The thin ribbons circled around in mother's hand, pinched, and the bulging stars were completed.

"Mom, why are you folding stars?"

"This is called Lucky Star. If you get nine hundred and ninety-nine pieces, it will bring you good luck."

The folded stars were put into small bottles, the caps were screwed on, a phone call was made, and a few minutes later the doorbell rang.

"Hello, what do you want to send?"

The young mother smiled and handed over the bottle: "It's the same."

Xie Xiaoyuan poked his head out from the door and watched the courier brother leave.

"Yuanyuan, who's here?" A sleepy old man walked out of the bedroom.

"Grandma!" Xie Xiaoyuan rushed over to hug the old man, "Tall big brother."

Grandma walked to the door, looked out vigilantly, closed the door, and put on the safety lock.

"Yuanyuan, next time someone comes, you have to wake up grandma first, and don't open the door by yourself, do you understand?"

Xie Xiaoyuan pursed her mouth, and secretly glanced at her mother who was laughing aside.

Grandma is gray-haired, but physically strong. She came from the countryside to take care of her granddaughter, and was able to do all the housework. At night, when Dad came back, Xie Xiaoyuan competed to set the chopsticks. Dad, mom, grandma, and herself had four pairs of chopsticks in total. a bowl.

"Hey, this child." Grandma patted her granddaughter's head.

"Let her go." Dad touched his elbow when picking up the food, and the bowl of hot soup tilted dangerously, and Mom helped the bowl in time.

"It's so dangerous." Grandma scolded her son, "Xiao Xiao burns his hand!"

Dad hummed and pushed the soup bowl away.

"When will my sister come back?" Xie Xiaoyuan looked at the empty seats.

Dad smiled and said, "My sister is going to school, she's busy."

Xie Xiaoyuan likes a lively family, and always hopes that her sister will come back soon. After dinner, Xie Xiaoyuan ran into the room to play, humming songs while drawing, while her father watched and asked curiously: "Yuanyuan, what is this painting about?" Who is it?"

"This is dad, mom, sister, grandma, I..."

Colored crayons draw small stars one after another around the characters.

"Lucky star!" Xie Xiaoyuan painted the little star, "Nine hundred and ninety-nine will bring good luck!"

Dad asked: "What number is it now?"

"One, two, three..." The little girl counted seriously, "Thirty!" She looked up at her father, and then at her mother, "Nine hundred and ninety-nine soon!"

The father followed his daughter's line of sight, and the mother smiled and said, "Come on."

"En! Come on!" Xie Xiaoyuan continued to draw with a brush, and then raised his head again, "Dad, there are not enough crayons."

"Come on, let's go shopping."

"Wow!" Xie Xiaoyuan hugged his father and laughed happily.

After Dad and Xie Xiaoyuan went to buy crayons, they went out again. Recently, Dad always went out at night and came back very late. Xie Xiaoyuan kept drawing until Dad came back and told her to go to bed. Put down the crayons.

"Good night Dad."

"Good night." Dad covered his daughter with a quilt, turned off the light and walked out of the room.

"Good night mom."

"Good night." The mother pressed a kiss to her daughter's forehead.

She has two children, the youngest daughter Xie Xiaoyuan, and the eldest daughter Xie Xiaofang who is studying in university.

When Huo Minghai saw the name on the courier slip, his heart skipped a beat. That's right, it was Xie Xiaofang, but...

"Is she the recipient?"

It is different from what is written on the VIP bulletin board!

The sender Xie Xiaofang was clearly written on the bulletin board, could it be that the bulletin was mistaken?

Xie Xiaofang was wearing a white dress, slim and tall, she stood out in the crowd, she came to Huo Minghai's side, saw him in a daze, raised her hand and waved in front of his eyes.

"Hi, I'm Xie Xiaofang, here to pick up the package."

As for the VIP customers, Huo Minghai couldn't help taking a few more glances. Xie Xiaofang's black hair made her face extremely white. Ticked the back.

The delivery address and recipients are listed in the list. Huo Ming Haicao glanced at the list, put away the list, stepped on the electric bicycle and rode to the next place.

There are cars in the company. Huo Minghai thought it was troublesome to park. He saw that there were not many goods, so he ordered an electric bicycle that could be stopped and driven as he wanted. The day was very fulfilling, and it was dusk in a blink of an eye, and there was only one package left. , he parked the car outside the gate and called someone to come down to pick it up, but Aunt Wang thought it was hot and insisted on sending him to the door. There was no way, the customer was God, the guard opened the door for him, and the elevator just reached the first floor. An old woman He led the little girl out.

"Grandma, can you buy me some ribbons!"

"What? Ribbon?" The old man was at a loss.

"The kind...thin ones...that can fold out stars!" The little girl gestured, "It needs many colors, and folds many stars!"

"Okay, okay, let's go and have a look first, and buy a few if there are any."

An old man and a young man opened the anti-theft door and walked out. A dark figure sneaked in nimbly while the door was open.

Huo Minghai waited for him in the elevator by pressing the door open button.

"Thank you." When he got into the elevator, he moved his fingers on the floor panel, and when he saw the light on the floor he was going to, he withdrew his hand.

The doors closed and the elevator hummed upward.

"Look, the elevator has been pressed for you, how can you thank me?" Huo Minghai asked.

Du Jiajun: "Well, what do you want?"

Huo Minghai touched his nose and said honestly, "I haven't thought about it yet."

Du Jiajun suggested: "Then shall we have dinner together tonight?"

"Oh."

The numbers on the display screen are beating slowly, 9...10...11...

Huo Minghai asked: "Accept?"

Du Jiajun: "Yes."

"On the same floor, what a coincidence."

"skillful."

The elevator came to a complete stop and arrived at the 23rd floor. Huo Minghai held the package and rang Aunt Wang's doorbell, while Du Jiajun went to the other side and rang the doorbell too.

Aunt Wang is in her forties and is keen on online shopping. Seeing that the new courier boy is very handsome, with bright eyes, she scans Huo Minghai up and down.

Huo Minghai was taken aback by her, and handed over the package: "Please... sign for it..."

"Brother, you're new here? You're so unfamiliar!" Aunt Wang took the package, and Du Jiajun's voice came from the other end of the corridor.

"Hello, what do you want to send?"

Aunt Wang poked her head to look, and a slender hand stretched out from the door, handing over a small package.

"Old rules, do you still need to ask?" The woman inside the door smiled softly.

After paying the money, the door creaked shut, and Du Jiajun walked towards the elevator with the package.

"Who is he talking to?" Aunt Wang asked Huo Minghai.

"A resident."

"male?"

"Female." Huo Minghai eagerly looked at the package in Aunt Wang's hand. Seeing her in a daze, he couldn't help reminding, "Please sign."

"Oh!" Aunt Wang came back to her senses, signed in a hurry, and looked in Du Jiajun's direction again.

"His uniform is just like yours."

"Well, the same company."

"Brother, you have to tell your colleagues to be careful." Aunt Wang lowered her voice and said mysteriously, "The family had a car accident some time ago and brought dirty things!"

"Unclean things?"

"That house is haunted!"

Du Jiajun pressed the elevator button, saw Huo Minghai coming, turned sideways, and made a gesture of please.

"Look, the elevator has been pressed for you, how can you thank me?"

The corner of Huo Minghai's mouth twitched: "We're even!"

——That house is haunted!

Huo Minghai couldn't help but looked up, the elevator door was closing slowly, at this moment, he felt a strange wind, as if something had seeped in silently, it was cool.

"It seems... a bit cold?"

"You're standing under the air conditioner, of course it's cold." Du Jiajun pulled him to his side, "Is this better?"

Huo Minghai touched his nose and hummed.

After leaving the community, Huo Minghai got on his bike and was about to leave when Du Jiajun called to stop him.

"Let's go eat."

"what?"

"Come on, there's a good ramen shop nearby!"

The signature ramen is sprinkled with scallions, covered with beef, and smelling hot. Huo Minghai feels drunk when he smells it. He tasted it. It tastes so fresh!

The waiter knew Du Jiajun's taste and specially brought him a small dish of mustard.

Huo Minghai watched helplessly as he poured all the mustard into the bowl, stirred it, and ate it happily, without blushing or panting, and did not shed tears.

"Is it delicious?" Huo Minghai couldn't help asking.

"Well, would you like some?"

Huo Minghai passed the bowl silently, and Du Jiajun gave him a piece of green onion dipped in mustard.

Huo Minghai: "..."

Du Jiajun: "The mustard here is mixed with chili oil, I wonder if you are used to it."

"Hmph, I'm from the south anyway, what's wrong with eating delicious food and drinking spicy food?"

Du Jiajun was very prescient, and promptly handed Huo Minghai a glass of water when he ate chopped green onion and was out of breath.

Huo Minghai raised his head and drank it all, and put down the cup with tears streaming down his face: "Why is it hot water..."

"It'll be cold if you blow it on." Du Jiajun smiled harmlessly.

As the sun sets, outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the little girl bounced and ran past, tripped over a stone, and was about to fall. The young mother helped her up in time, and the old woman trotted to catch up with her, and took the little girl's hand. Nagging and scolding words.

Sensing the sight, the young mother turned her head, recognized Du Jiajun, and waved to him.

"You know him?" Huo Minghai was curious.

"I have received several packages." Du Jiajun drank the noodle soup mixed with mustard with relish.

Huo Minghai was so hot that his stomach was hot and he lost his appetite. He picked up the noodles with his chopsticks and braided a small braid. When he thought of something, he suddenly raised his head and asked, "You just received her package?"

"Correct."

"Is she Zhang Yun?"

Sender: Zhang Yun, Recipient: Xie Xiaofang.

The mailing address is exactly this district.

Unexpectedly, Du Jiajun was in charge of receiving the package delivered today. Huo Minghai expressed that he was not surprised by the intra-city delivery, but...

"Is it wrong on the bulletin board? Xie Xiaofang is not the sender, should be the recipient?"

Du Jiajun smiled lightly: "The package hasn't arrived yet."

"Oh……"

"..." Du Jiajun silently watched Huo Minghai weaving noodles, and waited for him to weave a bowl of braids before calling the waiter to come over and pay the bill.

Du Jiajun pointed at the bowl: "Do you want to pack it?"

Huo Minghai poked the pigtail with his chopsticks: "The soup is all dry."

The corner of Du Jiajun's mouth twitched: "It can also be used as a wig when worn on the head."

Huo Minghai: "..."

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