Abyss Express

The clear and cold moon of the quiet night sky shines through the window.

Inside the window is a weird and peaceful family of four.

In front of the ancestral tablet of the old house, candles and incense burners floated past.

The old mother gathered a few steamed dishes from the kitchen, as if listing her whole life's culinary skills, fiddled with her sleeves in a serious manner, arranged them on the table one by one, like singing opera singers.

Jiang Xueming unscrewed the spirits from his hand and poured a glass for his old father, but he no longer wanted to refill the glass.

He usually doesn't smoke or drink, even when he returns home.

Seeing old man Jiang frowning, he wanted to act like a demon again.

"Son, drink with me."

Jiang Xueming: "I don't drink alcohol."

Old man Jiang said again: "You accompany me."

Jiang Xueming: "I won't drink."

Old man Jiang puffed up his eyes, and the bloodshot whites of his eyes suddenly became fierce, and he slammed the table.

"I told you to drink! How dare you be disobedient?!"

Xiaoqi didn't speak at the side, but just watched.

Jiang Xueming immediately took out the loudspeaker that he had prepared earlier from his backpack.

He yelled calmly at his old father with a louder volume: "I won't drink."

The sound made old man Jiang turn pale, as if frightened, he finally picked up his chopsticks obediently, and didn't mention the matter of accompanying the wine.

"Your voice is not as loud as his, and your strength is not as strong as his." The old mother looked at her wife sadly, and brought food for him: "You must be self-aware."

The atmosphere eased down.

Xiaoqi was about to start cooking, but Jiang Xueming stopped him as soon as he started to grab the bowls and chopsticks.

She saw Mr. Xueming put down the loudspeaker, and took out two lunch boxes from his backpack, which contained the meals that had been prepared a long time ago.

Xiao Qi remembered that it was made by Mr. Xueming himself, and he also understood what Mr. Xueming meant, so he took the lunch box.

Seventh Brother asked in a low voice: "You don't even dare to eat the food at home?"

Xue Ming didn't answer, and silently opened the lunch box, took apart two pairs of bamboo chopsticks, and handed one of them to Brother Seven.

This move made the old mother's complexion ugly, but she didn't have the thunderous voice and prestige like old man Jiang.

In the eyes of the old mother, the violent and resentful look lasted only for a short moment before dissipating invisible.

Under the dim light of the electric light, she took food for her husband, as if marking a territory on the dining table, she naturally extended her chopsticks to Jiang Xueming's bowl.

Xue Ming picked up the bowl and chopsticks and immediately stood up: "No, I'll just eat this."

The old mother said worriedly: "You can't do this. You go home and don't even want to eat at home? Do you know that we want to find you through TV programs to find you, and I also want to send messages on the Internet. to find you, but"

Xue Ming interrupted immediately, lying without blushing and heartbeat: "My wife made this for me, it can't be wasted."

"You would rather eat something made by this outsider than your mother?" The old mother was full of frustration, like a victim who had been deprived of her child, "What kind of vixen is this woman? How dare you come to fascinate my baby boy?" ?!"

At that moment, a cold, clammy wind gushed from outside the door, and the house was overcast and windy.

On the tablets of the ancestors, the candles were also extinguished.

Only then did Xiao Qi feel that something was wrong, her inspiration was calling the police, the gazes of the two old men in front of her were like poisonous bees, trying to poke her blind, just looking at each other made her feel dry and sore at the corners of her eyes.

She turned her head and tugged at the corner of Xue Ming's clothes, trying to remind Mr. Xue Ming.

It was just this movement of turning her head that allowed her to see the shadows of her and Mr. Xue Ming under the light.

She looked into the distance along the gap in the corner of the table. From the same angle, the two old men were nowhere to be seen.

Without waiting for her to say something.

With a cold tone, Xue Ming began to make up stories.

"Mom, stop calling her an outsider, all the dogs at home recognize her, but you don't.

Thanks to her in the past few years, my mother-in-law did not make things difficult for me and Bai Lu, and my father-in-law was willing to pay for our wedding, and even put the house in the bank to do business for us, but I was useless and owed a lot of debt. After finally getting the money, I wanted to send it back for your retirement. "

When he heard about the wedding, old man Jiang immediately shouted: "Is your marriage also called marriage?! Which of the more than two hundred households in the village, town and county does not know me? They don't recognize this woman. Do you think you can get married? Do you think she can get married?" My door?"

When Xiao Qi heard this sentence, she was completely stunned.

Now she doesn't care about the living conditions of the two elders at all, whether it is a living person or a spirit body is not too important.

She used her brain a little to think about the entry threshold of Jiang Xueming's family, and the sliced ​​meat just brought to her mouth fell back into the bowl in shock.

The old mother of the Jiang family glanced at the cash on the tea table, it was all real banknotes brought home by her son. Eyelids twitched when he heard the debt, and he opened his mouth slowly.

"My baby, we support whatever you do outside. As long as you bring back the money, it will be a good thing. As for how much debt you owe and who owes it to you-you must be very careful and settle all the accounts clearly , the society is very bad now, don't think too much about some people, Mom and Dad will not harm you, we are all for your own good."

Hearing these words, Xiao Qi's eyes were on fire, and he felt that the meal was unbearable, and the scene was wrong.

Jiang Xueming raised the trumpet again and started a group mockery, with a perfunctory meaning beyond words: "Thank you parents for your concern!"

The volume of the horn has been turned up to the maximum, with the sound of chaotic electric currents, the wind in the room is dispersed. The incense on the ancestral tablet was blown away, and the candle was re-ignited, which was very strange.

"A few more things." Jiang Xueming put down the speaker, picked up the fake shoe box, and continued, "She and I are selling this thing, it's a fake."

The old man Jiang looked at the other side of the banknotes, swallowed in his throat as if greedy, and cursed: "You have committed a crime, you will not end well, no wonder you are in debt! You should have listened to me and went back to work in the battery factory."

Mrs. Jiang moved to her wife with the banknotes in her arms, and the two secretly counted the amount of money under the table.

"Why don't I surrender now?" Jiang Xueming said with a crooked smile, "Think about it, all you have is stolen money."

Xiao Qi burst out laughing.

"What are you laughing at? You're wearing messy clothes. Go out and throw my people away." Old man Jiang cursed in a low voice, not as fierce as before: "You think you are very powerful when you get some money? How dare you put this Tell me about it, and I'll be the first to beat you to death."

Before Jiang Xueming could answer——

——The old mother began to pluck at his wife's hair instead, "Why are you being so cruel to him? What's going on in the den?! You can't earn so much money in your life! You can't read a few words, I want you to go Neighborhood committees engage in low-income households to sign and you can’t handle it! My son only comes back once in a few years, and he is scolded when he comes home, and quarrels start after the scolding! Is there still a home?”

The scene was too chaotic, Xiao Qi didn't have eyes to look at it, just listening to a few more sentences, he felt that his mental power was slowly dropping, as if he had touched a switch - his whole body was numb.

Jiang Xueming didn't say a word, and when the old mother poured out all the anger in her heart, the shouting and cursing in the room gradually subsided.

Old man Jiang lowered his head in grievance, and kept drinking.

"Let me just say it." Jiang Xueming felt that staying in this home was like cooking oil every second, "Bai Lu was taken away when she was delivering goods from the warehouse, and now she is still in the detention center. I am very anxious. Things can't be delayed."

Old man Jiang became anxious all of a sudden: "Can it be done? She still wants to get married!"

Mother Jiang was also anxious: "Yes, there is also the gift money! We plan to leave it for you to get married, and now that you are married, the money will go home."

"You don't need to worry about it." Xue Ming said bluntly, speaking extremely fast, wanting to get away immediately: "I will take care of it, I will leave tonight, there is no place for the two of us to sleep here."

Old Mother Jiang looked lonely: "Don't you stay overnight? Are you leaving in such a hurry?"

Old man Jiang stopped drinking, and stood up suddenly to face Xueming, but stared straight at Xiao Qi, "You wife is good at raising cubs? I don't worry. There is a bunk in the big house, which can sleep four people. Don't even think about leaving."

The deep meaning in this passage made Xiao Qi's jaw almost drop to the ground.

Xiaoqi quickly asked: "One house? The four of us?"

Hearing these words, even Xue Ming, no matter how Buddhist, should evolve into King Ming.

He picked up the trumpet.

The second elder hurriedly covered his ears, looking lonely and pitiful.

He puts down the horn.

The second elder returned to his aggressive demeanor.

Xueming couldn't figure it out, couldn't figure it out at all, could it be that this big speaker has any supernatural power? Thanks to his thorough preparation, otherwise, who in the family would listen to him seriously?

Maybe only the dog with no name would be willing to hear him bark a few times?

What to eat, what to wear, where to live.

What to love, what to hate, how to work.

The most basic demands of daily life have become extravagant demands in this home.

What Xue Ming wanted was really very little, he just wanted to pay off the debts of his own flesh and blood in a simple way.

He didn't want to hurt these two most familiar strangers who had the grace of nurturing, and he also had to protect himself.

He is a very serious person, he never keeps any overnight hatred outside, no emotion can knock him down all at once, and no anger can prevent him from continuing to live with his sister.

But at this moment, he was trembling with anger, no matter how many troubles he encountered in his life, he had never been so angry.

The last time he was so angry was when he took Bai Lu away.

Xueming seemed to be solving the most difficult problem in the world: "Why can you decide someone else's life by opening and closing your two mouths and speaking a few words lightly?"

The other three people in the room did not speak.

Xiao Qi didn't dare to make a sound. In just a few seconds just now, she felt that Mr. Xue Ming beside her seemed to be a different person.

It was as if the eternal ice turned into scorching hot lava, and a slight touch would cause a third-degree burn.

Inspiration tells her that now is not the time to talk.

For a moment, she even wanted to back out the door, and immediately fled back to the station to hide.

"He's going to rebel. He's going to rebel," old man Jiang muttered softly, tugging at his wife's sleeve. "I told you that he is not familiar with him, like a wolf cub in the mountains. Sooner or later, he will run away and eat us."

Mother Jiang lowered her head, and sat back in her seat tremblingly, with only fear in her eyes, she stopped talking.

"Did Bai Lu and I buy it from you?" Jiang Xueming took out an oiled paper bag from his travel bag. It was a gift from Mr. Chen from Zhizhapu to his parents. He left the things here, and he was about to leave.

He didn't intend to say anything more, and asking this sentence was just to tear the last bit of face off by the way.

Old man Jiang didn't dare to speak, and the last bit of sound was strangled in his throat.

Mother Jiang's eyes flickered, and when she heard these words, her heart was struck by lightning and her expression changed drastically.

"I'm not going to say it right? I don't care either. I'm leaving. This is what Mr. Chen asked me to bring to you." Xue Ming tore open the bag, his eyes became puzzled.

The oil-paper bag contained two stacks of paper money, the ticket number of the Tiandi Bank, and the seal of the Jade Emperor.

At that moment—

——The moment the two old men saw the paper money, they were stunned as if under a holding spell.

They seem to finally understand that they have been dead for a long, long time, but they still have a strong desire to stay in this old house, reluctant to be incomplete, and still have a strong desire to get what they want.

The food on the table stinks and rots in an instant. The dishes and chopsticks are like the snow that has seen the spring, and quickly weathered into dust. The same is true for the tables and chairs in the old house, making creaking sounds.

Xiaoqi and Xueming immediately backed away a few steps, but with each breath, the lights flickered on and off, and the old house suddenly became dilapidated, as if no one had lived in it for a long time.

The paper money of Tiandi Bank scattered with the wind, and the body of the second elder of the Jiang family was shattered into dust by the wind.

At that moment, Jiang Xueming could vaguely see the dull and quiet appearance of the two elders.

After a long time, the room was so quiet that a needle could be heard falling.

Jiang Xueming was finally convinced that his parents were actually dead long ago.

What I saw just now was just a phantom of the spirit body.

Only the gloomy and cold moon at the door shone on the big black dog, as if the watchdog had been guarding this weird and terrifying family.

Xiaoqi tugged at Xueming's sleeve, and said cautiously: "This is the first time you have seen a spiritual disaster. I saw just now that Er Lao had no shadow, and he must have become a spirit body for a long, long time. That Boss Chen in the paper making shop should be a very capable person."

Jiang Xueming had more doubts in his heart.

Mr. Chen from Zhizhapu asked him to send this oil-paper bag just to let him see the old man for the last time? Come and see them off in person?

He frowned and squatted back to the threshold, wanting to pet the family dog.

But the black dog seemed to have fulfilled its mission, and ran into the field at once, not letting Jiang Xueming touch it, barked at the old house a few times, and ran back into the mountains in a hurry.

Riren didn't stay in the memories of the past for long, he picked up the money without saying a word, packed his bags, and prepared to go back to the hotel in Pingyang County for the night.

On the wooden shelf in the mud flat, the dried radishes were riddled with holes by insects, and turned into firewood that could shatter when pinched.

Xiaoqi followed Xueming on the way back.

The clear and bright stars in the sky are still blinking at them.

"Xue Ming, did they buy you and Bai Lu?" Seventh Brother asked in a low voice, as if he was afraid of stimulating Xue Ming's emotions.

"I've known it for a long time, but there is no evidence." Jiang Xueming didn't shy away from it. He tore off the missing person notice on the electric pole by the roadside, and found something posted by the Jiang family from the layers of old poster advertisements: "They used There were many ways to come to me, post flyers, mobilize relatives and friends, and find ways to go to the TV station, but I didn’t call the police. At that time, I figured it out.”

Xiao Qi asked again: "Will you be sad?"

Seeing Xue Ming, he didn't express anything.

Xiaoqi said viciously again: "If you dare to buy a child from a trafficker, it's not a good thing! Damn it! Open the champagne!"

Jiang Xueming still didn't speak, just going from one place to another.

Xiaoqi seemed to want to empathize with her and comfort Xueming: "That's right, after all, he is the one who raised you."

"Didn't I tell you before?" Jiang Xueming replied seriously: "I don't care."

All of a sudden, in that short ten seconds.

Xiao Qi had a sore nose for no reason, she scratched her head, and just cried out loud.

Leaning on Jiang Xueming's shoulder, she didn't understand where the grievance and grief in her heart came from. Her whole body was filled with the brilliance of motherhood, and there was nothing wrong with her except that her mother's love had deteriorated a bit——

——She felt that this person was really strange.

Jiang Xueming turned his head and glanced at Seventh Brother, wondering where Seventh Brother's sentimental emotions came from.

"It's useless for you to cry. If you can cry about things like feelings, how many girls fans will squat at Wu Yanzu's door, and that wah-wah cry will be able to get Wu Yanzu out? Do you know that you don't have that ability?"

Seventh Brother slapped Mr. Xueming on the shoulder suddenly, as if beating a disobedient brat, crying and laughing, "Naughty!"

Jiang Xueming didn't care too much, opened his notebook and mobile phone, and wrote an extra sum on the statement, plus the 300,000 that should have been sent out.

"The dump truck Ihe technique can be released thirty-one times with the current financial resources."