I Just Came to Borrow a Light Chapter 5:

Actually, although the name Xingtian is specially used to write ghost stories, he doesn't actually write too many stories. His stories are not pure ghost stories. a ghost.

If you count the unfinished one, it's nine.

Lin Chengbu doesn't really read this kind of story, what the hell, resentment, not fear, but sadness.

These are written by Xingtian, each ghost has a painful past, dark and despair, which makes people feel very depressed when they read it, and they will feel that death is their only way out.

But even though he didn't want to read it, he still watched it, not only read it, but read it once or twice, anyway, he would take it out and look it up a few times, I don't know what he wants to understand is the person who wrote the story The mood, or the mood of the people in the story.

After watching for a while, Lin Chengbu picked up the phone and dialed a number.

"Ni'er," he said in a series as soon as he answered the phone, "Ni'er, don't hang up, don't hang up, don't hang up, don't hang up, don't hang up..."

"You just hung up!" Shawnee said angrily over there.

"I have something I want to ask you," Lin Chengbu smiled, "I'll go to your mall to find you later?"

"No time," Xiao Ni refused, "really, don't come to me, I'm so annoying to see you, you're going crazy, you know!"

"I'll be there at 11 o'clock. Let's have lunch together." Lin Chengbu looked at the time.

"Did you hear what I said!" Shawnee shouted, "Don't come!"

"Then it's settled," Lin Chengbu stood up, "see you later."

Shawnee was still shouting something on the phone, but he didn't listen and hung up the phone.

There have been several heavy rains in the past two days, and the temperature has dropped a little. Lin Chengbu took out a beautiful glass bottle from the refrigerator and went out.

The weather seems to be fine today, but after hesitating, he turned his head back and brought an umbrella.

Black umbrella, long handle, big hook, and huge.

Every time he takes this umbrella, he thinks that he may not be a ghost, but he can be impermanent.

There are promotions for the anniversary of the mall in the past two days, which is very lively.

Lin Cheng walked across the first floor and saw a discounted pot set, so he wanted to squeeze in and buy a set, but he was afraid that Xiao Ni would run away after get off work, so he had to glance at it and leave.

He has always liked things made of stainless steel and glass, whether it's pots and pans or all kinds of practical and impractical ornaments and gadgets, he wants to buy them when he sees them.

Most of them are not used when they are bought, they are all kept there as collections.

"I told you to stop looking for me," Xiao Ni said in a low voice as soon as she came out of the office of the personnel department of the mall, "Lin Chengbu, if this goes on, you should really see a doctor!"

"I don't ask anything else," Lin Chengbu handed her the glass bottle, "exchange, beef jerky, just made..."

"What to do in exchange." When Xiao Ni saw the beef jerky, her attitude was not so firm. Although she still frowned, she quickly reached out and took the bottle.

"Cut the beef into small pieces and dry it until it is 80% dry, then pop the meat and chili together with oil, and put the oil and meat in the bottle. Adding white sesame seeds will make it more fragrant," Lin Chengbu said very Quick, "You don't need me to teach you how to eat it. If you can't finish it in three or four days, pour it out and pop it again."

"So simple?" Shawnee looked at the beef jerky in the bottle.

“There are no complicated dishes in this world,” Lin Chengbu glanced at her, his speech suddenly slowed down, and his intonation became deeper, “The simpler it is, the more authentic it can be, just look at What do you do."

Shawnee waved her hand: "Okay, don't scatter and recite...what do you want to ask?"

"Where was he before he wrote "Lingguang"? Or where did he get the material?" Lin Chengbu returned to his normal tone.

"I'm really not sure about this," Xiao Ni frowned again, "he didn't have much contact with me for a while...it might be...I'm not sure, it might be the Sanyuan or Anning The hospital, he probably rented a house nearby."

"Okay, I see, thank you." Lin Chengbu nodded.

The Third Hospital and the Anning Hospital are both mental hospitals, which can be confirmed with the fact that several ghosts in the story have mental problems or mental illnesses.

"Chengbu, it's almost done," Xiao Ni took two steps to the office and stopped to look at him, "don't make yourself too..."

"Don't worry, it's impossible," Lin Chengbu smiled, turned and entered the fire escape. He leaned out half of his body to wave at Xiao Ni and snapped his fingers, "I'm not an ordinary person."

I'm a cool guy.

He jumped three steps down a flight of stairs, feeling like he was going to heaven.

After going down two floors, I remembered that this is the seventh floor of the mall, and it is more suitable to take the elevator.

Yuan Wu feels that since Lin Chengbu came, he has been sleeping poorly, and he will have some dreams that he forgets when he wakes up in the morning, or dreams that are directly awakened by fright.

But after a few minutes, I was woken up for something, and I quickly lost track of it.

This summer, Yuan Wu tutted his brains dry.

He took off his clothes and stood naked in the water, wondering if the bubble water could activate his brain.

Today, he finally released the newly written story. There was only one poor chapter. He couldn't bear to read the readers' comments under the article, and went directly to the East Bay with the fool's boat.

The East Bay is better. There is no one, no big head, and no Lin Chengbu, which makes him feel at ease.

Standing for a while, he lowered his head and looked at the water. Under the scorching sun, the water just below his ankles was not cool at all, with the heat and humidity unique to summer.

A person who is afraid of water and only dares to stand by the river to soak his feet, why does he strip off as if he has to swim for an hour...

He sighed, still hot.

In fact, if you want to cool off, just take three steps forward.

The color of the water did not change significantly, but Yuan Wu knew that the depth of the water there was at least two meters, just because the water was very clear and there were layers of aquatic plants underneath, the actual depth could not be seen from the water surface.

Those who drowned in the East Bay almost always underestimated the depth of the water and the power of water plants.

Yuan Wu stared at the water plants swaying in the water for a while, then slowly retreated to the shore, and when his feet stepped on the soil wrapped in grass roots and twigs, the fear in his heart slowly dissipated.

He silently put on his clothes and sat back under the tree.

Not bad today, he wrote a chapter before the laptop ran out of electricity.

When the fool came to pick him up on a boat, he was leaning against the locust tree and weaving a hat from the rattan straw beside him.

The fool laughed when he saw it, took off his hat and gave it to him.

"No, I'm not used to wearing a straw hat, it covers too much and I can't see the surroundings," Yuan Wu got on the boat and looked at the oddly shaped bowl in his hand, "I just do it at my leisure. play."

The fool put on his hat and pointed to the sun above his head.

"I like to bask in the sun," Yuan Wu leaned against the cow's butt, raised his head, the sun shone a dazzling white light, and he couldn't see anything clearly, only vaguely could see flies from the cow Flying up on his back, hovering over his face, "I feel safe in the sun."

The fool smiled and propped the boat into the reeds.

This patch of reeds can only be found by people who come here by boat every day to farm. Yuan Wu, even if he has been here countless times with a fool, still doesn't know where to turn and where to turn.

To him, all reeds look alike.

When the boat traveled through the reeds, he would have the thrill of exploration, the unknown, the vague unease, depression, and finally the pleasure of sighing out of the confusion and seeing the wide water.

And...the irritability of seeing a ghost sit on the bow of his boat and play with his feet in the water.

"Where have you been?" Lin Chengbu followed him from the bow to the stern.

"Hide the ghost." Yuan Wu entered the cabin and pointed at Lin Chengbu's feet when he was about to follow.

Lin Chengbu stopped and looked at his feet: "Do you want to take off your shoes?"

"No," Yuan Wu plugged in the laptop's power supply to charge, "it's not allowed to enter."

"Okay," Lin Chengbu leaned against the door at the stern and sat down, "Have you eaten yet?"

It's hot in summer, and it's getting dark late, Yuan Wu often forgets to eat, but now Lin Chengbu asked, and he noticed that he was very hungry.

"Let me cook you two dishes," Lin Chengbu said, "Let's have a drink?"

"I have no food here." Yuan Wu said.

"I know you don't have food here," Lin Chengbu patted beside him, "I have it here."

Only then did Yuan Wu realize that there was a large travel bag beside the small table at the stern of the boat. He immediately wanted to go behind the door to get a knife: "Have you brought all your luggage?"

"No, we ghosts don't need luggage, we can change our equipment by turning around," Lin Chengbu opened the bag, "I have all..."

"Then you turn around." Yuan Wu said.

"Huh?" Lin Chengbu was stunned, "What?"

"You turn around and change your outfit to see me." Yuan Wu blew the locks of hair in front of his eyes and stared at him.

"Do you want to watch it?" Lin Chengbu asked.

"I want to see it." Yuan Wu crossed his arms.

"Let's eat first," Lin Chengbu pulled the bag awkwardly, "Look, I brought it..."

"Look now." Yuan Wu interrupted him.

Lin Chengbu squatted in front of the bag and didn't speak, as if he was lost in thought.

Yuan Wu didn't rush him any more, sat down on the mat, took a can of Coke from the small refrigerator next to him, took a sip, and lit a cigarette.

"Okay," Lin Chengbu finally stood up as if he had made up his mind, "but you have to keep it a secret, no one has ever seen me like this, you can't say it."

"Yeah." Yuan Wu responded.

"If you say it, you will be cast into a pig." Lin Chengbu added.

"Turn around!" Yuan Wu roared.

Lin Chengbu took a step to the side, and then started to circle.

After two turns, nothing changed.

"Three...four..." Yuan Wu helped him count, "Are you not skilled enough?"

Lin Chengbu didn't answer him, and when he turned to the sixth lap, he suddenly raised his hand and took off his T-shirt.

"Fuck." Yuan Wu drank a Coke and choked immediately.

"Have you seen it?" Lin Chengbu threw his T-shirt on the boat, and continued to take off his big flowered trousers while turning, "I've changed my gear!"

"Your uncle," Yuan Wu got up and closed the back door, "I'll call you 120 and go back to the third hospital."

"Why the third hospital?" Lin Cheng stepped on the glass window of the cabin door.

"Because it's close." Yuan Wu replied.

"Okay," Lin Chengbu nodded, "When do we start? Send the ghosts away in order."

"I said wait for me..." Yuan Wu gritted his teeth.

"You have already started updating today," Lin Chengbu knocked on the glass, "Chapter 1, we are the ones who see us off."

"Hey..." Yuan Wu's anger turned into helpless ashes, he scratched his hair a few times, "Eat first."

"Okay," Lin Chengbu said, "do you want to change the equipment? I can still change it."

"Full|naked, no need." Yuan Wu said weakly.

The travel bag Lin Chengbu brought was full of vegetables, including meat, fish, and vegetables, and even brought two pots and two spatulas.

"I'm not used to your stuff, and besides, you don't have a frying pan," Lin Chengbu said while preparing the ingredients, "Your life is as messy as your hair."

"My hair is not messy." Yuan Wu said.

"Although those of you who write things don't care much about this," Lin Chengbu directly ignored his answer, "but this is not good for the body..."

"Hey..." Yuan Wu lay down on the boat, pulled a small towel and covered his head.

"You live on a boat and just sleep on the board. Aren't you afraid that you'll get cold feet after a long time?" Lin Cheng was cutting vegetables quickly, but his speech was neither rushed nor slow.

Yuan Wu thinks this is an awesome skill. Generally speaking, the speed of the hands will affect the speech, either you follow along quickly, or you forget what to say.

"Aren't you afraid of getting old and cold legs over time?" Lin Chengbu asked again.

"Do you think I can fit a bed in this boat?" Yuan Wu irritably covered the towel and quilt, "Are all those who sleep on tatami with cold legs!"

"There is no water under the tatami." Lin Chengbu said.

"Shut up and cook your dishes," Yuan Wu took an empty cigarette case and smashed it, "Shut up!"

Lin Chengbu stopped making a sound, bowed his head neatly and continued to handle the fish in his hand.

Yuan Wu is quite interested in that fish. Although he lives on a boat, he rarely eats fish because he can't cook it, and he doesn't bother to cook it.

Lin Chengbu prepared all the raw materials in a very short period of time. Yuan Wu glanced at it and couldn't see what the dishes were. He turned on the computer and wanted to see what readers had to say about this new story today. reaction.

There are a lot of comments, almost the same as before.

Most of them are congratulations on opening the pit. Finally, I waited for the new pit, and some people guessed the plot. Yuan Wu felt a little more at ease, and slowly swiped his fingers to look down.

After turning two pages, a message flashed in front of him, he glanced at it, and the hand holding the mouse stopped suddenly.

"The story is still written by you at first glance, but I always feel that something is different. It is inaccurate to say that the narrative style has been greatly changed, and it is still the original language style, but there are some subtle differences, but There is only one chapter and I can't be sure, so cheer up!"

Yuan Wu stared at this message for a long time, and felt panic in his heart.

This reader is right, he has revised some places, but very few, very few, only a few sentences, I can't remember, and there are those who want to avoid that feeling.

A few small details.

He didn't think anyone would notice it.

Anxiety surged up immediately, he closed the computer, took out an ice Coke and rolled it repeatedly on his face, he couldn't make any more changes, not a little bit.

"Where to eat?" Lin Chengbu's voice suddenly sounded.

Yuan Wu was startled, and when he came back to his senses, the cola didn't hold steady and hit the instep.

"Hey," he frowned, "eat out."

"Are you injured?" Lin Cheng stepped in step by step, eager to reach out.

"Go out! Take off your shoes!" Yuan Wu glared at him.

"Should I go out or take off my shoes?" Lin Cheng stood still and didn't dare to move.

"...Go out," Yuan Wu stretched his voice and sighed, "I'm fine."

"Okay," Lin Cheng stepped back, "bring out the beer."

Three dishes and one soup, braised fish, pork ribs with salt and pepper, shredded cabbage, and wild mushroom shredded pork soup.

The utensils in which the three dishes and one soup are placed are a pot for him to cook instant noodles, a bowl for him to eat instant noodles, a cookie tin box of his, and the pot brought by Lin Chengbu.

"If I hadn't been a ghost so I knew you weren't a ghost," Lin Chengbu pointed to the things on the table, "I really thought you were a ghost, you don't usually eat, what are you wearing? ?"

"Eat it with the pot, or the bowl." Yuan Wu sat on the boat, and there was only a small stool on the boat. After Lin Chengbu sat, he didn't have to sit. Fortunately, the table was low and he sat on the boat. It is also suitable to eat.

"You can buy one version of chopsticks, if you don't even have a pair of chopsticks." Lin Chengbu looked at him, removed the stool he was sitting on, and sat on the boat.

"Well, five pairs at a time." Yuan Wu took the stool and sat on it.

"...Can you not do this?" Lin Chengbu looked up at him.

"What?" Yuan Wu looked down at him.

“How can we communicate like this?” Lin Chengbu said.

"Communication?" Yuan Wu picked up his chopsticks and put a piece of spareribs in his mouth.

"Anyway, I've been busy with a table of dishes." Lin Chengbu said.

Yuan Wu only had a sudden feeling when he bit the ribs, and suddenly realized that he hadn't eaten a serious meal for a long time.

It was so delicious that it unexpectedly fit his palate so much that his tongue cramped. He took off the small stool and sat on the board.

"How does it taste?" Lin Chengbu opened a can of beer and put it at his feet, the small table could no longer hold anything.

"You shouldn't have been a cook in a small restaurant when you were alive." Yuan Wu took a sip of beer.

"I used to work in that kind of good hotel, and then I changed jobs with my master," Lin Chengbu smiled. "Now... I have been doing it in a private restaurant before I became a ghost."

"No wonder." Yuan Wu took another chopstick of cabbage.

The food is delicious, Yuan Wu's attitude towards Lin Chengbu has eased a little for the time being, he is still irritable, but he is overwhelmed by the food.

Lin Chengbu doesn't talk too much when he eats, but he doesn't eat much.

"You can tell me that new-style ghosts like you eat normally. After all, you all breathe," Yuan Wu said. "You don't have to be so dedicated."

"I really can't eat it," Lin Chengbu took a sip of beer, "I'm tired of smelling the food I cook."

Yuan Wu didn't say anything else and ate the vegetables slowly.

The capacity of the small refrigerator is not large, and there is not much beer in it. After a while, only the last can is left.

Yuan Wu felt that drinking like this was a long time ago. After thinking about it for a long time, I couldn't remember, when, where, and with whom was the last time I drank like this.

The state of being isolated seems to have come suddenly, and it's like it's been too long to find the first day.

"I read the chapter you wrote today," Lin Cheng took a step and squeezed the beer can, "I wanted to ask before."

"Yeah." Yuan Wu responded.

"Those stories you wrote, those ghosts," Lin Chengbu looked at him, "why are all... suffocating?"

Yuan Wu's hand paused for a while, then took the last spare ribs and chewed it silently.

"Hanging, drowning..." Lin Chengbu said, "Why?"

"Because the process is long, you can experience death." Yuan Wu said.

"There are also many other ways to die." Lin Chengbu said.

Yuan Wu put down his chopsticks and stared at him for a long time: "Suffocation is the most desperate."