C3 Today is ghost festival

I knew I wasn't a virgin anymore, and I felt a surge of relief and exhaustion.

I lay on my stomach on top of the springy hills and felt a surge of satisfaction.

My eyelids felt heavy, and I fell asleep in a daze. I slept soundly, without even a dream, and I felt a slimy, fishy smell around me. I thought I was laughing, and I heard someone calling my name in a daze.

The voice was very familiar. Why did it sound like Du Weizi? How did that guy get here? I didn't want to open my eyes. I was still immersed in the endless aftertaste.

"Are you going to fucking get up?" Du Weizi's voice sounded like thunder, startling me. I was stunned by what I saw.

It was 402, and I was standing on the bunk I had made, and across from me was Du Jiko's stunned face. Following his gaze, I exclaimed loudly.

F * ck, when did I take off my underwear? And the inside of my thighs were very damp, with a peculiar fishy smell. I saw a big puddle of water on the mattress under my feet.

Du Weizi was about to die from laughter. I frantically found my clothes and put them on.

"Ma Yunpeng, you brat, you wish to marry your wife right? "Rest assured, this is not a disgrace. I will not tell others."

Du Weizi laughed as he spoke, and then he covered his stomach. I looked at him, flustered and exasperated. You coward, why don't you laugh to death!

But I suddenly realized that something was wrong. I remember that I went to 401, but when did I come back? Am I sleepwalking or was it just a dream last night?

I slapped my head. Idiot, just open WeChat and you'll know! So I quickly took my cell phone and opened WeChat. I could clearly see the beautiful face of Red Ribbon.

That's right! I quickly clicked in. The news from last night was still there. Wait, there's something wrong with that. I asked when I wrote the last line of the message and there was no reply at all.

Was this really a dream? I couldn't help but doubt my own memory. Could it be that after I replied to that message, I fell asleep again? And then the rest of it was all my dreams?

But why was there such a clear dream? I can recall every detail clearly. Especially that last bit of shamelessness, I can't forget it now.

I looked at my surroundings with a dazed expression and scratched my head. But if it wasn't a dream, how did I get back? After thinking about it for a while, I felt a headache and finally came to a pessimistic conclusion. Last night was just a dream.

Just as I was feeling depressed, I heard Du Weizi shout out, "Kid, you're still dreaming about getting married in the day? Are you going to eat or not? After eating, we should start working. The owner is waiting to see how well we can do. "

I nodded in confusion before walking out gloomily.

After eating breakfast in a daze, I felt extremely depressed. The rest of his work was done with boredom, and he was ruthlessly laughed at by Du Weizi for a while.

Because it was the weekend, the couple arrived at the construction site around 9 o'clock. Du Weizi was the one who talked it over, so the couple began to discuss the details of the renovation with him.

Most of the time, it was the landlady who talked, so the request was trivial. The cabinet had to be connected, as well as plasterboard had to be glued and so on. He reckoned that it had probably been used to replenish knowledge about decorations.

The man seemed to be quite free, with a pair of small spectacles on his face, and he came towards me with a smile.

"Little brother, how many years have you been decorating for?"

"He must have been working in a daze for more than ten years."

"The renovations are pretty good, unlike the buildings outside where the wind blows and the sun shines all day."

I chuckled and said, "What's so good about it? We don't see the sun a few times a year. There's also pollution. Health is a problem." "Unlike you guys, you just sit in the house and earn your money."

Although I don't know what the couple do for a living, but they are definitely a white-collar worker.

When the man heard my words, he laughed and said, "It's all the same. It's been stuffy inside the house all day. His whole body has become lifeless."

I don't know why, but when I heard him say that it was lifeless, I suddenly felt a strange blockage in my heart. I looked up, for they had not closed the door when they came in, and I saw 401's door through the security door.

I suddenly thought of something and asked, "Have you ever seen the person living opposite me?"

The man looked back and shook his head. "I met with the original owner when I bought the house. I really don't know who lives on the other side of the street."

I originally thought that I would be able to understand the situation of Red Ribbon City from a side view, but in the end, I was very disappointed! At this time, the landlady seemed to have finished explaining everything to Du Weizi and she walked back to the man's side.

"Then Master Du don't forget what I said. We'll be leaving first."

"Don't worry. It's just an old job. It can't be wrong!" Although the scar on Du Weizi's face was a little scary, his smile was very kind.

I don't know what happened, but when I went to work, I felt like I had a bad cold.

Moreover, everything was very difficult to accomplish. When he was brushing the glue, the brush broke immediately. Just as he picked up the electric hammer and hit the hammer, the hammer broke.

When they were making the curtain boxes, they had to open the shutter. As soon as the shutter was closed, the stage saw started to burn.

"Ma Yunpeng, did you have a good dream last night? "What do you mean by 'bad' or 'bad'?"

As Du Weizi removed the table saw, he teased me. I knew that he was joking, but my heart was blocked for no reason. Subconsciously, I glanced at the right door.

"There's nothing wrong with it. The carbon brush is broken." We usually have some stock in small parts like carbon brushes.

However, after searching for a long time, he was still unable to find Du Weizi. He couldn't help but curse, "This is so f * cking strange. I didn't even look at the calendar when I was working today. I clearly remember that the carbon brush I bought the last time isn't finished yet, but it's already gone?"

I don't like what Du Xuanzi said about remembering. He often starts looking as soon as he put down his tools. However, I was too embarrassed to reveal his weaknesses. "Forget it! I'll go out and buy a few of them."

"Sure, I'll give you money." Du Jianzi and I were also partners, regardless of boss or employee, so the money we earned was divided equally. But normally, the money was in Du Weizi's hands.

He gave me twenty dollars, and the carbon brushes were five dollars a set, enough to buy four pairs back.

There were electric tools at the entrance, which was very convenient. I ordered four sets of carbon brushes and walked back. At the entrance of the district, I met the guard who was bathing in the sun.

"It's almost time to eat, uncle." I smiled and greeted the old man. Every time we went to a new district, we would establish a good relationship with the property owners. The main reason was that we needed to use water and electricity while adding materials upstairs.

"Did the young man do the decoration?" I remember the tools you moved yesterday. " The old man chuckled as he asked.

"The grandpa has a good memory. We just arrived yesterday afternoon."

"For which house? I've worked here for almost ten years, and I know almost every family. "

However, the grandpa's unintentional words made my heart pound. So I took two steps forward, took out my cigarette, and offered him one.

"Unit 2: 402, you know him too?"

As I said this, I took out my lighter and lit up the cigarette for the old man. I didn't expect the old man's smiling face to darken, and the cigarette in his mouth also went to the side.

I had a bad feeling in my heart. I just looked at the old man quietly.

After being silent for about twenty seconds, my heart was beating really hard. I felt like I was suffocating as I didn't dare to breathe out loud.

"Unit 2, No. 402! I really don't know this. "

I saw the old man turn his head to the side as he spoke, and he seemed to be avoiding my eyes. I thought he was lying, but I couldn't find a reason for him to lie. However, it seemed that he didn't have any intention of continuing to talk to me. I could only say, "Gramps, I'm going upstairs."

The old man didn't seem to hear what I said and continued to lower his head. It wasn't until I was about twenty yards away that I heard him call out behind me, "Boy!"

I looked back. "Is there anything else?"

The old man was silent for a while and then immediately revealed a grave expression. His mouth moved a few times before he finally said, "Young man, if you have nothing to do tonight, remember to sleep early. Don't wander around. This place isn't peaceful."

I nodded, but couldn't help feeling a little strange. What did not peace have to do with sleeping earlier? But after saying that, the old man walked back to his guardroom. I shook my head and returned to 402.

Du Weizi wasn't just sitting around either. When I entered, he was installing a plasterboard on the roof. There was the sound of air guns being fired.

"Du Ge, the carbon brush is back. Let's open the board first."

After the saw had been replaced with a new carbon brush, it was fine to close the door and return to its normal state of work. As soon as my hands were busy, I forgot all about the mess I had been having.

Du Weizi and I usually had a decent lunch. We cooked the rice in a wok, a bag of peanuts, and two cups of wine. But most of the evening, we went out to eat.

Of course, what we're talking about is that eating outside isn't very expensive, and usually two people don't have more than thirty pieces of money. We had dumplings today, a bottle of beer for each of us.

As the saying goes, dumplings are drunk more and more. The two of us ate a delicious meal, and by the time we left the snack bar, the sky had already completely darkened. I looked at my phone, it was 8: 30.

"Why is there someone lighting a fire over there? "Hmm, not just one. What day is it today?" Du Weizi pointed at the fire on the road in the distance and asked, puzzled.

I couldn't remember for a moment, so I picked up my cell phone and checked.

"The twentieth day of the eighth lunar month, the fifteenth day of the seventh lunar month." I looked at the calendar.

"Ghost Festival?" "Then it's no wonder. It's a burning of paper."

Hearing this, I actually felt a bit sad. I lost my parents since I was young, and only a grandfather brought me up, but every year I would soak in the construction site. Other than occasionally burying my grandfather during the Qing Ming Festival, I really didn't burn any paper money for my grandfather!

I was the only family my grandfather had left. Thinking about my grandfather made me feel slightly sorry for him.

"Do you really think there's a ghost in this world?"

"Ma Yunpeng, you brat, you sincerely want to scare me, right? Ask me this question on the fifteenth day of the seventh month. "

Although Du Weizi seemed carefree, he was actually quite timid. Especially in regards to ghosts and deities, he was even more devout to the point of fear.

"I just saw someone burning paper and thought of my grandpa. I haven't burned paper money for him for years. He wouldn't call me an unfilial grandson, right?"

Du Weizi's expression eased up and said, "You know what's good for you. How about you burn more paper money to your grandpa next year during the Qingming Festival!"

I didn't say anything. Unknowingly, we had already returned to the residential quarters. I intentionally glanced at the guard room. The lights were on but the door was closed.

I looked up and saw a pale moon. The night was strangely quiet!