Otherworldly Merchant

And I didn't deny it, and I just asked, "Why didn't she come through here today? ”

“Didn't you notice the uniform she was wearing?” The fat boss smiled at me and said, "She's a kindergarten teacher who works in this town. It's Sunday and she stays at home, so she doesn't have to go through here. ”

Come on, he looked at me again and said, "The piano girl is a good girl, you better not hit her bad idea. ”

With a hint of pity and a strong warning smell.

Looks like the boss saw me staring at the piano girl for two days, probably thinking I was some kind of pervert. At the same time, it's not just me who sees her, but anyone who sees her will have to give birth to a heart of compassion.

“Don't worry.” I laughed at the fat boss: “I'm not so grumpy, I just want to help her because she's depressed. ”

At this time, there were no guests in the small bar, and the boss who was wiping the table said a little helplessly: “This little girl used to laugh all the time, no matter who I saw, I can hear her happy singing every day passing by. But since six months ago, I don't know what happened. As soon as she walked by, the piano would ring automatically. Since then, I can't hear her singing. Her face has been dark and lacquered. I don't know what the illness is or what happened at home. ”

When she said that, she gave me a wake-up call.

She does have a gloomy, dark paint wrapped around her. Maybe she's caught up in something.

She is a kindergarten teacher, her daily life is only at 2: 00 between home and kindergarten, so why don't I go to her house first!

Turning to the sky, it was Monday, and today the weather was a little gloomy, and the clouds covered in gray seemed like a dirty rag, and the dead shield was over the town.

I sat in a bench on the street and waited quietly for her.

Time was short, and the girl, as usual, came from the other side of Long Street.

When I walked past an instrument store, the piano sounded again.

Still Tchaikovsky's June Boat Song.

The girl was still frowning tightly and her face was gloomy.

When she passed in front of me, I stood up silently and followed her far behind.

She walked down the long street to the end, turning towards a little mustache.

Several residential buildings passed along the way, and as her footsteps intermittently fluttered, all of them, without exception, were the June Boat Songs.

Obviously, it was all her fault, too.

I walked in with her and found the girl missing.

There were a lot of pedestrians on the street, but this little mustache was very remote, and it was messy inside, and there were so many turnovers that I couldn't tell where the girl was going for a while. As I was looking next to the intersection, there was a sudden rush of footsteps behind me.

“Stop!” Suddenly, someone shouted.

Turning around, a man in his 50s came at me angrily!

He was not tall and dressed normally. His face was exhausted with a fierce rage. He asked aloud: "What do you want? Why are you following her? ”

Looks like they noticed me a long time ago, knowing I was stalking the girl all the way in.

I don't want to argue anything either. “I think this girl is a little strange, the piano sounds on the way...”

“What does that have to do with you?” Before I finish, the man gets angrier and shouts: “Get out of here! I'm warning you, son, stay away from her! If I see you stalking her again, I'll have to break your leg. ”

His body was thin, I'm afraid I could kill him with just one punch, but his tone was unusually resolute and even barbaric.

Even stranger, as if I had mentioned the word ’piano', his anger had grown stronger.

Does it have anything to do with the girl's guts?

I slanted my lower body and said, "What does that have to do with you? ”

“What does that have to do with me? I'm her dad.” The man looked at me sharply and didn't seem too upset. He panicked. “What are you doing? Let me tell you something, kid! If I scream, you can't even walk out of this beard! Get out of here. ”

“It would be better if you were his father.” I couldn't hear the rage and rejoicing and walked face to face with the man.

“You, what are you doing?” At first sight, the man approached me and took a few unexpected steps back.

“Uncle, don't be nervous, I don't mean anything else.” I stood in front of him and explained very sincerely: “I just saw that she looked very strange, as if… something strange was on her face. I just had a little research on this, I just wanted to help her. ”

When I say this, the man's face gets uglier, and he yells, "What weird things! This is bullshit! My daughter is fine. Don't make a fuss and get out of here. ”

He pointed his finger at Hutong and let me disappear from his sight.

He was still angry, but I could tell from his tone that when he said the three words' weird things', he was very heartless.

“Uncle, you don't have to lie to yourself. You can't hide from me! Her hands are wrapped around a pubic air, now the nails are black, it won't be available long to extend to the whole hand, even the whole person will become like this. Do you really want to see her tortured by evil spirits and fall into bed like this until she dies? ”

My voice had just fallen, and the man shook himself for a moment, and the lifted arm slowly eased down.

Then he recalculated me, and some doubted, “Are you really a master? ”

“With all due respect, uncle, you have an elderly man in your family who just passed away, right? Until now, there are people at home who are seriously ill. Besides, you've accidentally injured people. ”

The man was suddenly stunned, apparently by me.

On both sides of the Indochina Hall, there were about two black lines, a recessive sign of the death of his parents. He had a very intense soup and medicine smell, and old and new, which must have been perennially smoked. As for the accidental injury to human life, it is because he has a thread in his eyebrow, which is a symbol of his life, but from the appearance of the other party's strong and weak heart, he does not seem to be a bold person, so this human life must also be accidental injury.

“See that cat?” Without waiting for him to wave past God, I pointed to the wall at the fork, above which lay a big black cat.