Chapter 63 Back Soul Day (1/2)
Chapter 63 Back Soul Day
The woman innocently asked who I was.
I said, “You’re drunk, and you threw up on my friend. Go home quickly. Otherwise, you’ll be in trouble with my friend.”
”Ah? I'm sorry, I'm sorry.” She smiled apologetically and said, ”I'm really sorry. I've been dealing with a lot of nasty stuff lately, so I have to drink to numb myself.”
Then, suddenly, she pointed at me and said: “Hey, I know you.”
” You know me?” I looked her.
After thinking for a few moments, the woman said, ”You lived with your master, and my family lived diagonally across from your house.”
”Is it?” I looked at the woman carefully, and recognized her from the small mole on her chin. I was pleased to say: “Lei Qiaoqiao?”
“Yes.”
She said: “It's me, it's me.”
I laughed.
As a child, I used to play with her. There was a mole on her chin, and she always said that it was a beauty mole.
Later I found out that a beauty mole was in the middle of the eyebrows; her mole was called a foodie mole.
When we grew up a little, she went to another to go to high school. We hadn't been in touch for many years, until unexpectedly meeting now.
Her character was very cheerful. Her laugh was even more cheerful.
Everyone says women should be smiling. In fact, a laughing girl at one’s home is a treasure.
What sadness a man feels to see this kind of smile suddenly disappear without a trace.
She asked me, ”Shui, what are you doing here?”
I said I opened a tattoo parlor here. My main business is called Yin and Yang Tattoos.
I recited my advertisement and said: “Yin and Yang Tattoos, tattoos of Yin and Yang. Riches in life or death; safe travel. If you have friends who are troubled by ghosts, tell me, and I can help.”
”Is it so powerful?” She asked me.
I laughed: “We both know each other. You know my master was a master of Yin and Yang Tattoos. So am I... Our Yin and Yang Tattoos are very magical.”
She clapped her hands and said to me, ”Hah, Shui, I am depressed these days. I always feel haunted.”
”Have you ever met a ghost?” I asked her.
She said, ”Yes, every time I walk down the street, I always feel like I'm being followed.”
”And then?” I asked her.
She said that when it rained the day before yesterday, she turned round and found a woman in a big red dress looking at her.
She had an old paper umbrella.
I knew about these oiled paper umbrellas. A long time ago they used to have oiled paper umbrellas. Now that technology was better and fiber cloth umbrellas were common, oiled paper umbrellas were almost entirely phased out. You only ever saw them as props in period films.
”What did that woman look like?” I asked her.
She said: “I could not see clearly, but I could see her eyes. She looked at me with very hateful eyes.”
”Have you offended anyone?” I asked her.
She shook his head and said, ”No.”
Then she frowned slightly and said, ”No, really.”
”Really?” I asked her: “Don't lie to me.”
In fact, I felt she was not very sly. This woman, after all, was a funny person, was very joyful; I felt it.
She didn’t lie often.
I said, ”Common on, it’s written all over your face that you’re lying. Say it straight. Let's say something real, OK?”
”I can't cheat you. But this thing? I really can't talk about it.” She covered her abdomen and said timidly, lest I would be angry.
However, hearing her say ”I really can’t talk about it” subconsciously made me think of the ghost house matter.
Liao Min often said, ”I can’t talk about it.”
Was Lei Qiaoqiao also one of the few people involved with those ghost houses?
Wasn't that a coincidence?
I hurriedly took out the picture of the ghost house from my pocket and studied the faces of the seven women. She wasn’t in it.