"Later he was arrested. When I saw him again, it was just now."
Chujiu threw her travel bag on the chair and pulled me to go out for dinner. On the way here, I saw a small restaurant still open.
When I came out, the bar was empty and I didn't see Boss Ma. When Chujiu saw me looking around, he told me to mind my own business, so we stayed for one day and left.
The owner of the small shop told us that there was only some leftover rice, just enough to make two portions of egg fried rice.
"Is the egg fried rice here so generous?"
I stared at the small bowl of egg fried rice in front of me and asked Chujiu. This portion of egg fried rice was equivalent to three plates at school, and it was served in a small bowl the size of a soup bowl.
"Guo Guo, the people here are basically farmers. Only when they have enough food can they have the strength to work in the fields. Of course the portion must be sufficient."
Chujiu was not surprised by the amount, so he picked up a spoon and started eating.
I don’t know whether it’s because it’s a rare occasion to eat rice, or because the chef is very skilled, but in short, it tastes much better than the only egg fried rice I ever had in school.
The soft and tender eggs evenly wrap around the elastic rice grains. They are not too tender or too old. The whole bowl of rice shows an attractive golden color.
The softness and hardness of the rice are just right, and the oil, rice, and eggs are well mixed. I never thought that such a simple ingredient can give my tongue and teeth a kind of enjoyment.
No matter how delicious the egg fried rice is, it can't hold up the capacity of my stomach. After eating two-thirds of it, I really can't eat anymore.
In line with the principle of not wasting food, otherwise you will go to hell. The remaining one-third was poured decisively into the small basin on the ninth day of the month.
Anyone who saw Chujiu for the first time would think that she looked malnourished. She even casually ate a portion of half-egg fried rice, claiming that she was only 80% full.
"Guo Guo, what time is it now?"
I took out the pager and looked at the time on it. I found that the pager was here but there was no signal.
Two portions of egg fried rice only cost six yuan. Fortunately, I didn't eat the hotel's instant noodles, otherwise I would have lost money.
The shop owner chatted with Chujiu for a while and told us that the street stall should still be open.
I bought some biscuits, ham sausages and a few bottles of drinks. On the way back to the hotel, I met a Shaobing shop that was about to close and bought ten Shaobings.
Chujiu said that these dry food are enough for us to walk to the village.
Back at the hotel, Boss Ma behind the bar glanced at Chujiu and me and said, it's best to stay in the room at night and not run around.
"Is it true that he is haunted?" Chujiu answered casually.
Boss Ma was stunned for a long time, maybe he didn't expect that a kid would dare to talk to him like this. When I saw Boss Ma, who was in his thirties, the muscles on his face twitched.
"Don't listen to what they say about useful things and useless things. Who dares to come to my place and cause trouble?"
Going upstairs and walking in the corridor, I thought it was really like this.
From what I have learned, ghosts do not mess with two types of people: those who are very kind and those who are very evil.
"Chujiu, do you think this room is haunted?" I asked casually after washing up briefly and lying on the bed.
"Guo Guo, do you think all ghosts have nothing to do?"
Chu Jiu rolled his eyes at me and said to go to bed early. He had to catch a bus early tomorrow morning. There was only one bus. If he missed it, he would have to walk back.
Even though I covered my head with a quilt like I did on the ninth day of the Lunar New Year, I was still so noisy by the sound of trucks passing by outside that I couldn't sleep.
I really don’t know how I fell asleep on the ninth day of the lunar month, but I started snoring already.
The location of the hotel is not very good. It is too close to the highway, causing severe light and sound hazards. The only advantage is that it is very close to the national highway for passing drivers.
If you are an ordinary person, living here, you will not be able to sleep well all night, but you will feel even more tired when you wake up.
As for drivers who drive long-distance trucks and are tired to a certain extent, as long as there is a convenient parking place on the roadside, even if it is a hard bed, they can lie down and sleep.
I don't know when I fell asleep. I just felt a cramp in my stomach shortly after I fell asleep, and I woke up.
The first time I went to the toilet, I started to doubt my life. My legs were weak and I walked to the bed while holding on to the wall.
I thought to myself, could this be the legendary acclimatization? As for whether I had a bad stomach, I directly denied it.
I have never had a bad stomachache from food since I was a child. Even my mother often said that anything edible would be fine in my stomach.
I was lying on the bed again, covering my head with the quilt. As soon as I woke up from sleep, I heard a slight knock on the window.
"Bang bang bang"
I was startled, and my sleepiness disappeared instantly. Through the faint light outside the window, I vaguely saw a dark figure as big as a head dangling behind the curtains.
From time to time, there was a slight knock on the window.
No way? Is it really haunted? This ghost is too brave, can't he figure out that there is a little Taoist priest sleeping in the room?
"The ninth day of the lunar month, the ninth day of the lunar month, wake up, there is movement."
Chujiu, who was chirping in his sleep, was a little unhappy when I interrupted his sweet dream. He said that he was eating hot pot and the red soup had finally boiled. He was about to add the meat when he was woken up by me.
I imitated Chujiu's tone and jokingly said that it was because he had not yet come close to hot pot.
I made a silent gesture, pointed at the window, and told Chujiu that there was a ghost.
Chujiu had an angry expression on his face and murmured to himself that he must throw this ghost into the hot pot.
It seemed that this foodie was really unhappy. When I saw Chujiu, I took out a talisman from the small cloth bag and held it in my hand.
Then he closed his eyes and started sensing. Within a few seconds, Chujiu looked out the window with a puzzled look, and then looked at me helplessly.
"Guo Guo, stop being suspicious and go to sleep. I've been feeling particularly sleepy recently, probably because of the wind. I didn't sense anything dirty."
I was looking out the window, and there was a black shadow shaking. Maybe it was the curtains that were blown by the wind.
Since Chujiu didn't sense anything, there really wasn't anything unclean. After all, he was the authority in this regard.
The two of them once again covered their heads with quilts and prepared to continue sleeping.
A "pop" sound came from the door.
"Which one of you is the immortal?"
Chujiu shouted in dissatisfaction, but there was no response from the door.
Since no one responded, we didn't bother to answer and were about to go back to sleep when there was another knock on the door.
Chujiu got up, got out of bed with bare feet, and opened the door while cursing.
There was no one outside the door. At this time, I also walked to the door. Looking at the empty walkway, I could even hear the thunderous snoring in the next room.