I Just Came to Borrow a Light Chapter 4:

"This is an industrial area, surrounded by various factories, warehouses and large wastelands. At this time, in this weather, there is no one person on the road, not even a vehicle passing by..."

The lights of the factory working overtime in the distance seem extraordinarily distant at this moment, like a hope that can never be reached...

The subtle, high-pitched voice resounded behind him again...

His scalp went numb and he didn't dare to look back. He quickened his pace and walked towards the bus station...

The voice sounded next to my ear, and I could almost hear the sound of airflow between my lips and teeth: 'If you want delicious noodles, you have to cook them separately...'"

Yuan Wu viciously typed a few times on the keyboard and deleted the last paragraph.

“Whether it’s soup noodles or braised noodles, the braised braised noodles won’t be mixed with the noodle soup, it will be more refreshing and delicious,” Lin Chengbu said while sitting on the small stool at the stern, cutting red sausages, “The noodle soup alone It's pretty good to drink, but..."

"How can you be reincarnated?" Yuan Wu interrupted him.

"I'm not in a hurry, what are you in a hurry?" Lin Chengbu looked at him, "I'll let you know when I finish cooking the noodles."

"Then can you shut up and cook?" Yuan Wu said, "You've never stopped babbling while you're cooking. I'm almost dictating here. Could you please think for the sake of ordinary humans?"

Lin Chengbu put a piece of red sausage into his mouth: "Okay."

Although Lin Chengbu stopped talking and cut the red sausage in silence, he took two tomatoes and started cutting, but Yuan Wu's train of thought was interrupted, and he couldn't sew for a while, only Can lean on the mat in a daze.

Lin Chengbu didn't say anything but just worked hard, which was much pleasing to the eye. Yuan Wu lit a cigarette and stared at him for a long time.

Actually, the first impression of a young man like Lin Chengbu, who looks clean and fresh, should be very good, but it's a pity that he appeared in front of Yuan Wu for the first time as a collapsed mental hospital.

But...is this Lin Chengbu crazy or a ghost who broke the rules? He doesn't want to know now, he just wants to get this person away as soon as possible. .

Live a accustomed life, good or bad, without any interruptions.

Lin Cheng is very proficient in chopping vegetables, and his proficiency is a level that Yuanwu can't even cook instant noodles in his entire life. He has a strong sense of rhythm, and the sound interval when the knife falls on the chopping board is very accurate, like a robot .

After cutting the vegetables, he even took the knife for a spin, then dropped it on the chopping board, and the knife was firmly inserted there diagonally.

"You're a cook, right?" Yuan Wu took a can of Coke from the small refrigerator, opened it, and took a sip.

"Well," Lin Chengbu turned his head and glanced at him, "before I died, when I wasn't dead..."

"The water is boiling." Yuan Wu put down the coke can, got up and went to stand at the bow of the boat as if running away.

Lin Chengbu said a few more words at the stern of the boat, roughly saying that the kitchen utensils he used here were not comfortable, and he didn't listen carefully.

A mental patient has to dislike tools when cooking noodles.

Who gave him the courage!

After a few minutes, Yuan Wu smelled a strong fragrance, and he couldn't distinguish the fragrance of the side dishes. He decided to let go of his irritability first, and temporarily let go of his former quarrel with Lin Chengbu.

Lin Chengbu put a bowl of noodles in front of him, shredded red sausage, egg, tomato noodles, and a spoonful of sauce on top.

"What is this?" Yuan Wu asked, he shouldn't have this kind of sauce here.

"Red sausage sauce," Lin Chengbu crossed his arms, "you have nothing here, you can only make do, no meat, no cooking wine, I can only use some beer, but luckily there is ginger..."

"Thank you." Yuan Wu interrupted him, bowed his head, mixed the noodles and started eating.

The noodles are delicious, Yuan Wu squatted at the stern and took a few bites, then looked up at Lin Chengbu who was standing next to him.

It seems that he only cooked this bowl of noodles, and now he has been leaning against the cabin, smoking a cigarette and not lighting it, just staring blankly.

"You're going to be reincarnated in a while," Yuan Wu said, "Didn't you get yourself something to eat? You're full of ghosts or something."

"I drank a belly of water when I died, and now I'm in a panic. I can manage it for a year," Lin Chengbu said, "Is the noodles I cook delicious?"

Yuan Wu didn't speak, and he didn't pay attention to Lin Chengbu's question. What he was shocked was the previous sentence, which can be managed for a year.

A year?

Yuan Wu suddenly found out that he had an important detail that he had not implemented, so he agreed to Lin Chengbu.

How is the reincarnation?

How long will it take?

If it's going to be a one-year turn...he feels like he'll just row a boat to the East Bay to further his studies.

"How do you want to reincarnate?" Yuan Wu asked.

"We are dead and refuse to leave immediately," Lin Chengbu squatted next to him, "squatting to eat is not good for digestion."

"You don't eat, what do you care about me?" Yuan Wu said.

"We are such ghosts who refuse to leave immediately after death, either because of the death of the King of Hell, or because we are stuck in something and can't get through and can't leave." Lin Chengbu lit a cigarette.

"This theory is the same as that of ghosts without shadows, ghosts without entities, ghosts without legs, ghosts without chests," Yuan Wu glanced at him, "Why, new-style ghosts like you who can breathe don't have their own supporting theories? "

Lin Chengbu opened his mouth and didn't speak.

"Tell me, you're stuck with something," Yuan Wu didn't bother to tangle with him any more, "Do you want a lighter? Or the big adventure is still unfinished."

"I want to know how I died." Lin Chengbu stood up and walked to the side, holding the boat gang in his hands, and said with a deep expression.

"Drowning, entangled in water plants..." Yuan Wu said while eating, but was interrupted by Lin Chengbu.

"No," Lin Chengbu turned around abruptly and squatted across from him, his voice lowered, "I didn't drown because of water weeds."

Yuan Wu bites a mouthful of noodles and hangs it in his mouth without swallowing.

Lin Chengbu's appearance is not scary when he says this. If this kind of person wants to act, he can only develop into the idol group. What makes Yuan Wu unable to swallow is the content of his words.

After the two squatted face to face for a while in silence, Yuan Wu lowered his head and continued to eat noodles: "Do I still have to solve the case? I can help you at most and call the police."

"Knowing how I died, I can be reincarnated." Lin Chengbu said, turned to lean on the boat, and continued to look at him deeply.

"You look like this," Yuan Wu pointed at him with chopsticks, "It's over, it's really fake, you know?"

"Help me?" Lin Chengbu asked, "If you don't help me, I'll have to come every day. Anyway, I'm using the old system. If the ghosts in the old system like you, they will always follow."

After Yuan Lu finished eating the noodles, he slowly washed the dishes and packed the kitchen utensils at the stern.

After returning to the cabin to make myself a pot of coffee, I sighed and patted the notebook: "You can wander for a few more days, wander somewhere else, and I will think about how to help you after I finish writing this."

"Okay." Lin Chengbu nodded rationally.

Yuan Wu looked at him, and he looked at Yuan Wu.

It took him a long time to ask: "What?"

"Let's go," Yuan Wu said helplessly, "Wander around, you grievance soul."

"Oh," Lin Chengbu then left the bow and went around from the deck to the stern, with his feet on the plank, he turned around and put his head in through the door of the boat, "By the way, there is something else to do. I didn't tell you, I think I need to explain first."

Yuan Wu looked back at him.

"That's right, we're lining up," Lin Chengbu said. "If you don't send the ghosts in front of me away, I won't be able to leave. The King of Hell said that all the people in Gasser were born into pigs."

Yuan Wu glared at him, opened his mouth and couldn't speak.

"That's why you have to first..." Lin Chengbu probably thought he didn't understand and wanted to continue explaining.

The coffee cup in Yuan Wu's hand, along with a whole cup of mocha, flew over and smashed against the door next to his face.

"Go away!" Yuan Wu roared.

Lin Chengbu retracted his head, turned and jumped onto the plank and ran.

Yuan Wu leaned against the mat and used all his inner strength to suppress the urge to chase out with a knife and chop Lin Chengbu into small packages.

He closed his eyes for a long time before he said in a hoarse voice: "Fuck | Your uncle casts a **** pig, you..."

Wait a knife and wait for an update: Dear, time waits for no one [Drip Blood Kitchen Knife.jpg]

Smile and drink a glass of wine: ... I know

Yuan Wu sighed and went to clean up the coffee on the boat. He lay down on the spot and closed his eyes for ten minutes before slowly propping up his body and crawling back to the computer.

" He quickened his pace and sprinted a few steps, turned around the corner, stopped, and leaned back against the wall, maybe because he was too nervous, he even felt a faint pain in his back being hit by the wall ...

There is a street lamp around the corner, it is not too bright, but it makes him feel a little more at ease. If someone follows, he can see the shadow first...

And when the voice sounded again, he felt hopeless...

The chill brought by this voice seemed to come out from the wall, and a little bit poured into his body from the back...

There was no shadow, nothing came, nothing appeared, the corner was silent, only the biting cold that gradually enveloped him...

The pain and fear of being strangled by the throat made him bend over, open his mouth wide, and breathe silently and hard..."

"Ah!" Yuan Wu heard a short exclamation when he bounced off the mat and fell back to the mat.

I don't know when he fell asleep, or he couldn't be sure if he fell asleep or not. He just felt his head was heavy, and he didn't know if he was scared or sweaty.

"By..." He exhaled a long breath.

It's too hot, and the hot wind stirred by the small fan at my feet has no other effect than making people stuffy. The only thing I can look forward to is the occasional wind blowing in from the water.

Yuan Wu went to the stern to wash his face, and sighed again when he touched his hair.

It's really long.

But they don't want to cut it. The natural curly family can't trust the craftsmanship of the barber in the small town. They used to spend more than a hundred in the city to cut a rapper fan.

He went back to the cabin and felt for a long time, found a rubber band, scratched his hair randomly, and tied a small braid at the back of his head.

"Ah—" A loud cry came from the far pier, "My **** is broken - Dad - Dad - Mom broke my **** - I was wrong and I won't run away from home La..."

"Who said you ran away from home! If you ran away from home, you went to the village!" Big head's voice is louder than him, "Why did you say you went to the village!"

"I'm not going to shove chickens—" shouted Big Head.

Yuan Wu smiled. The career he loves is to go to the village to chase chickens when he has nothing to do. The chickens in the village made him chase him so much that he was almost written into his genes, even when the chickens saw him. Turn around and run.

Da Tou beat him for a while and then went to rest, and Da Tou quickly recovered. Yuan Wu heard his song getting closer and closer.

"Hey." Yuan Wu stood up and was thinking about what trick to use to stop him on the road, when he turned his head and saw a man and a cow approaching from the shore.

He hurried back to the cabin, took the notebook, and walked quickly to the pier.

"Where are you going!" The big head shouted as soon as he saw him.

"Write homework." Yuan Wu said.

"I'll accompany you to do your homework." Datou came over anxiously and grabbed the corner of his shirt.

"Children can't go where I'm going." Yuan Wu returned his hand and flicked his arm.

The big head shrank back: "Which place can't children go?"

"What do you think?" Yuan Wu looked back at him.

"Ah," said Big Head's eyes wide and in a low voice, "Is it Dongwan?"

"Yes." Yuan Wu also whispered.

The big head didn't speak again, just followed him to the pier a little depressed, and after a while, he said again: "Why do you have braids?"

"Hot." Yuan Wu said.

"Girls only have braids," Datou seemed a little unhappy because he couldn't go to Dongwan, "Are you a girl, and you're not, why did you braid..."

"Because I'm handsome," Yuan Wu bent over to him, "I'm handsome."

"I'm handsome too," said Big Head.

"Then you can tie it." Yuan Wu jumped onto the pier.

"...I don't...my hair is not long enough," Datou tugged at the short hair on his head and sat down on a boat with some sadness, resting his chin in his hand, "When will you be back?" /

"I'll be right back when Uncle Fool comes back." Yuan Wu pointed to the person on the shore who was leading the cow.

"Oh," Datou nodded and shouted at the man again, "Hello, Uncle Fool!"

The fool lives in the village and is a mute. His family's fields are on the dry land on the other side of the East Bay. To go to the fields, he has to row a boat with cattle.

Every time Yuan Wu went to Dongwan, he went with the fool, and when the fool came back, he would bring him back.

"Take me to the tree in the south." Yuan Wu followed the fool and his ox into the boat.

The fool nodded.

This guy isn't stupid, he just seems a little sluggish at times because he can't speak.

But Yuan Wu thinks it's pretty good. The fool is not as curious about him as the people in the village. Usually when he says something, the fool just nods or shakes his head.

This kind of cow who rides the boat every day will lie down in the middle of the boat as soon as it gets on the boat, watching the owner slowly prop up the boat and take it through the reeds.

Yuan Wu always finds it interesting.

"Do you smoke?" He took the cigarette case and shook it at the fool.

The fool nodded.

He handed a cigarette over, and the fool took it and pinned it to his ear.

"You can take it all." Yuan Wu took two out and put the cigarette case in his pocket, "I won't smoke for a while, I'm going to sleep."

The idiot smiled and pointed to his notebook.

"Well, I wanted to write something, but I must have fallen asleep after a while." Yuan Wu said.

There is a small piece of dry land in the south of the East Bay that cannot be planted due to its small area. There is a locust tree on it, which is standing alone. During the flood season, the tree can sometimes be flooded to the point where only the crown is left.

On days when the water is not big, Yuan Wu is very willing to come here, often staying under the tree for a day.

Daze, or sleep.

Sometimes I feel very busy, but maybe I just slept here all day.

After watching the fool and his cow slowly disappear into the reeds, Yuan Wu yawned and opened the notebook and put it on his lap.

"Why are you so late today, you haven't made the tofu for the evening, are you uncomfortable?" As soon as Lin Cheng stepped into the back kitchen and before he changed his clothes, the proprietress came over with a frown and was very concerned. Look at his face.

"Overslept," he said.

"Are you staying up all night again? I don't want your body anymore!" the proprietress said again, handing him a bottle of ice water, "Are you sweating here?"

"Come here on a bicycle." Lin Chengbu took the water and poured two mouthfuls.

"Let's do it after a while, don't rush it for a few minutes," the proprietress patted him on the shoulder, "Yesterday's fish, Boss Yang said it was a little salty, you should be careful today."

"Yes." Lin Chengbu responded.

This is a private restaurant, not the craftsmanship of Lin Chengbu's family, but the ancestral family of Lin Chengbu's family. The signature dish is tofu.

This tofu cannot be made directly from purchased tofu. It has to start with grinding tofu, and every step is kept confidential.

Lin Chengbu cooks tofu every three days, so he has to go to the store early in the morning to prepare it, otherwise the customers will not be able to make it in time when they order.

He hadn't slept very well in the past two days. He could stare until midnight when he lay down. As soon as he closed his eyes, the sun came out.

He stayed in the lounge for a while, changed his clothes and went to the back kitchen.

Because to make tofu, you have to use the master's secret book, just like the secret code book of martial arts masters. It is passed down to men and not to women, but not to be handsome, but not ugly... The chief chef has already cleared the field now, everyone has gone out, wait He'll let people in when he's done.

However, his performance was a bit unstable today. After a long time of work, he actually failed.

"Ah... it's annoying." He bent over the table, staring at the ground.

After a while, he did it again.

I finally finished it, and I was sweating again.

Lin Chengbu has nothing to do between the time when the tofu is ready and when there are guests. Usually he goes home and stays there, watching TV and playing games.

I went home and took a shower. Just as I turned on the TV, the phone rang. Lin Chengbu sprinted onto the sofa and took the phone. When he saw the name on it, he threw the phone aside in disappointment. .

It wasn't until the phone cried for a while that he finally shut up, he sighed, and took a thick copy of A4 printer paper from the coffee table.

The paper is full of words, and has been turned over in many places. He opens the first page.

The idea that Gasser will turn into a pig in reincarnation is indeed too exaggerated, but some things should not be rushed. If you are in a hurry, you will be beaten and scare people away.

So pompous, let it be pompous, he tapped his finger on it: "Where is the first...where?"