【Langlang Nails】Sex Empty Mountain

Chapter 03

The nameless ghost has a name, and he makes other ghosts call him Ah Han.

Sister Hong couldn't figure it out, saying that you were able to coax Gong Jun, why did you really change the name.

He just raised his hand and rubbed the tip of his nose with a smile, "I like this name very much."

Ah Han is with Gong Jun every day.

The main reason is that Gong Jun sticks to him, and Gong Jun goes wherever he goes every day.

Ah Han was afraid of delaying Gong Jun's business, and also afraid that the neighbors would see Gong Jun talking into the air every day. .

General storefronts and people's homes will put some Buddha statues for good luck, and ghosts can't get close and can only wander outside.

Ah Han is different from ordinary ghosts. He is not afraid of sunlight or gods and Buddhas, but he still feels a subtle sense of discomfort when encountering them. Fortunately, there is no incense in Gong Jun's shop or home, and the questions are only answered by atheists.

"No wonder you can recruit me." Ahan shook his head helplessly.

Gong Jun was coming out of the back kitchen, he laughed when he heard what Ahan said, and he mouthed to Ahan.

He said—fortunately.

Ahan likes the decoration style of Gong Jun's store very much—the log ceiling, the long table with low legs, and the blue-green frosted glass reflecting the dim lamps. It has the taste of old Chengdu and the style of Hong Kong movies at the beginning of the century.

At the counter, he watched the new cashier secretly cut the screen to play games, went to the guest table to listen to the chatter of the diners, and walked up and down with the passer with his hands behind his back.

It's been a long time since I've been so full of fireworks, and I feel so at ease, as if this is not Gong Jun's shop but his shop.

Sister Hong's son Yaoyao would climb the long stone steps every evening after school to come to the shop to play with Gong Jun.

Gong Jun always cooks a bowl of tomato noodles for Yaoyao first, and then sits down to chat with Yaoyao and watch Yaoyao do her homework.

Ah Han sat down beside Gong Jun, propped his face up to look at Yaoyao's puffy little face when he buried his head in eating noodles, he smiled and wanted to reach out to touch the child's head, only halfway through the stretch did he realize that he couldn't touch it, and shrunk sullenly Come back.

"You like children very much?" Ah Han asked Gong Jun.

Yaoyao was immersed in his homework, when Gong Jun leaned over and replied in a voice that only Ah Han could hear: "Fortunately, my wife prefers children."

"Oh." Ah Han said, "I know Yaoyao's mother, and his mother's name is Sister Hong."

"I first met you when Sister Hong entrusted me to take care of her children every day. Sister Hong passed away not long ago, and she was afraid that the children would feel uncomfortable."

"Then I followed and found out that this kid doesn't go back to his home every day, and comes to your shop first after school to grab a meal."

Gong Jun lowered his voice and smiled. He said that on a rainy day last winter, he saw a child squatting on the side of the road crying and refused to go home, so he picked up the child.

"I can understand Yaoyao, and he can also listen to what I say..."

The childish voice of the little boy interrupted the whispering of one person and one ghost.

Yaoyao suddenly raised his head and asked, Uncle Gong, who are you talking to?

Knowing that he couldn't see him in the distance, Ah Han immediately lowered his body and crawled under the table with guilt, his head just leaning on Gong Jun's lap.

That's when I heard Gong Jun answer with a smile: "I'm talking to the proprietress."

— What kind of nonsense is that.

Ah Han was speechless, lowered his head and swung a meaningless punch.

"Boss lady? Is the boss lady really back?" Yaoyao didn't have the time to do homework anymore, clapping her little hands, making the table thumping loudly, making Ah Han, who was leaning against the table, cover his ears, "Then little Uncle Gong , Where is my mother? Is my mother back too?"

"The proprietress told me that your mother didn't leave and stayed by your side all the time." Gong Jun replied, "Mom is worried about whether you have done your homework every day. Yaoyao can't be lazy."

Ah Han came out from under the table, he frowned, and just wanted Gong Jun not to tell the child, but he saw Yaoyao's crying face first, and he didn't know how to speak.

The little boy was only nine years old, and the big schoolbag beside him was fatter than his body. Tears welled up in his clear eyes, and he looked at Gong Jun eagerly.

"Yaoyao, you see, Uncle Gong listens to the proprietress, and the proprietress will come back." Gong Jun stretched out his hand to rub Yaoyao's hair. He said that if you listen to your mother, she will always be by your side.

Yaoyao picked up the pen and buried her head, teardrops fell on the typeface, blurring the beige graph paper.

"You good-for-nothing pup, why does my mother raise such a little crying bag?" Sister Hong stood beside her with her arms folded and looked at her. She said that she didn't expect Gong Jun to look silly, and he was quite good at fooling children.

Yaoyao was still crying, he said Uncle Gong, why can you talk to the proprietress, I also want to talk to my mother.

"Cry, cry, cry, you know how to cry." Sister Hong couldn't stand it anymore, she raised her hand to pat the brat's head, but she just stopped in mid-air and landed gently, "You are an ordinary child, and your mother is an ordinary child." Ghost, how can I talk to you again after I'm dead."

Sister Hong turned her firepower to Ah Han again, saying that you should take care of Gong Jun and make it right for him to be able to talk to you. Not everyone and ghosts can get on the line with you two like a blind cat meeting a dead mouse. of.

"Sister Hong, are you willing to go crazy like me for Yaoyao?" Ah Han raised his eyes to look at Sister Hong, seeing the tearful eyes of the cursing woman, he said maybe, maybe you can also say Speaking.

"I do not want to."

Sister Hong raised her eyes to look at the ceiling and blinked stiffly. She said how many years can a child's obsession hold me?Soon this bastard will forget about me, and then I will be out of my wits, and it won't be worth it.

"Ah Han, not all ghosts are as crazy as you, I'm still looking forward to the afterlife."

"I brought him to this world after passing through the gate of hell once in my life. I don't believe that the fate between me and his mother and child is just nine years."

"What if I meet this puppy again in my next life?"

Sister Hong raised her hand to cover her face, cursing in a low voice amid the child's wailing, scolding Yaoyao for crying non-stop, and how she will grow into a man of indomitable spirit in the future.

"Ask Gong Jun to tell him not to cry, it makes me upset."

Ah Han was silent for a while, then whispered to Gong Jun.

——"Yaoyao's mother asked you to do me a favor."

——"Help her hug Yaoyao."

Gong Jun reached out and hugged Yaoyao into his arms.

Sister Hong turned around and left the hot pot restaurant, her thin figure disappeared from the crowd waiting for a seat at the door.

Yaoyao cried in Gong Jun's arms for a long time, gradually calmed down, and fell asleep with tears all over her face.

Ah Han accompanied Gong Jun to carry Yaoyao home, walked through the alley, walked past the crooked sycamore tree, and when he was about to descend the stone steps to the old street, Gong Jun asked Ah Han.

What did he say about the "go crazy" you and Sister Hong talked about?

He asked why you are different from other ghosts, why do you say you are crazy?

"Do you have a secret, Gong Jun?"

Ah Han quietly buried his head in stepping on his shadow, under the moonlight his body was much more solid than in the daytime, and he was indistinguishable from a living person at a glance, he smiled and asked Gong Jun: "Is there anything you can't tell me? "

"Even if you want to say it, but you can't, it's a secret."

Gong Jun looked down at Ah Han.

If the ghost stepping on the shadow could look up at this time, he would see the indescribable nostalgia in this person's eyes.

"Have."

he whispered.

"Yeah, you see, you have secrets, and so do I." Ah Han continued to walk forward, saying as he walked, "I consider you a friend, and of course there are many things I want to tell you. It will be lonely."

"But I can't say it."

He stood in the moonlight, and the moment he turned around, he felt lonely, trapping the thin man in the middle.

He said to Gong Jun: "I was trapped in the southwest by human obsession, and I made a crazy bet with God."

——The eyes of the gods are everywhere, and the ghosts can't open their mouths and can only keep silent.

——You keep your secrets, and I will fulfill my bet.

"We are one person and one ghost. It is a great fate to meet each other." Ah Han waved to Gong Jun, motioning him to follow quickly, "So don't worry about it too much, it is enough to walk this distance together. .”

"Ah Han." Gong Jun looked up at him, and said, will we meet again in the next life?

Ah Han was stunned.

He wanted to say, if there is an afterlife.

—if he still had an afterlife.

"Yes, we are so destined." He paused, didn't say what was in his heart, only frowned with a smile, and urged him to get away from this topic quickly with cursing in his mouth.

He said Gong Jun, what's the matter with you, it's okay to speak slowly, but you are so tall and walk slowly.

"Hurry up, Yaoyao's father should suspect you of child trafficking."

"Look at your tattoo." Ah Han pointed at Gong Jun holding the child's left hand from a distance. There was a dazzling tattoo on that white wrist, "It looks like a gangster that kidnaps and sells children."

"Brother underworld, you walk so slowly, how can you catch up with me?"

Gong Jun hugged Yaoyao, didn't run, but followed up step by step with his legs wide open, he said with a smile: "I've caught up, no matter how fast you go, I will definitely catch up with you."

"Cut." Ahan stretched out his hand and poked the man's cheek, "It's not because I've been waiting for you."

Gong Jun was still smiling, but Ah Han could clearly see the mist in his eyes accumulating little by little, the sadness flooding down to the corners of his mouth, and up to his brows.

"Ahan." He heard Gong Jun's voice choked in his throat. He was smiling, but his eyes were so sad. He said, "I miss him."

Ah Han thinks that he is really a competent actor, but playing the role of Gong Jun's old friend is wishful thinking into the play.

Looking at the man's eyes full of longing, his long-dead heart also became sore, as if being pinched and squeezed by the fingertips, and pulled into a ball.

It was as if the gods by the River of Forgetfulness broke open his chest and dipped the finger's heart blood, his whole body was empty and his soul fell from that little pain, fell into hell, and was thrown back into the soft world of mortals.

Stretch out your hand, it is a thin cluster of souls, unable to grasp the moonlight, unable to hold the flowing wind.

But he stepped forward without hesitation.

Clumsily and even absurdly, Ah Han hugged Gong Jun through the void.

He leaned lightly on the side of the man's neck, like a dead leaf that had been chased by the wind for a long time in the world, shattered to the point where only the veins and veins remained, stubbornly about to fall on the mud next to the gnarled tree roots.

"hug."

he said softly.