I Just Came to Borrow a Light Chapter 6:

Because he couldn't find a suitable excuse to delay the time, plus Lin Chengbu's delicious meal, Yuan Wu had to agree to him and go to see off the ghosts in front of him.

But how to do it, what kind of step, he has no clue at all.

Lin Chengbu, an idol with exaggerated acting skills, obviously didn't prepare the script in advance, or he didn't know what the process should be...

So after Yuan Wu promised to start this weekend, they both fell silent, sitting aft and watching the water together.

Ten minutes later, Yuan Wu returned to the cabin: "Let's go back first and discuss it with your new ghost boss. As far as your development trend is concerned, you won't be able to get along if you don't make a charter."

Lin Chengbu was very depressed after being kicked out. He went back to the dock and sat in the car for a long time without starting.

This is indeed a problem.

When he went to Yuan Wu, he didn't think too deeply, he just thought that he could catch up.

When Yuan Wu writes about ghosts, he is a ghost. Maybe as Yuan Wu said, his acting skills are too exaggerated, but this is the best angle he can think of.

Come on, wait for Yuan Wu to be less defensive about him before thinking of other ways, but now the plot is not completely controlled by him, and he can only see tricks and tricks in everything.

The only thing to keep in mind is not to be in a hurry.

He wants to move forward, but he can't let Yuan Wu run. It's too hard for someone who has basically only had recipes in his mind.

The phone rang.

He took it over and glanced at it, hesitated before accepting: "Sister."

"Would you like to go home to eat with your parents today?" was his sister Lin Huiyu's voice over there, "Mom will go shopping after a while."

"I...I won't be back today," Lin Chengbu squeezed his eyebrows, "I have something to do."

"What's the matter?" Lin Huiyu immediately asked.

"It's just... an ordinary thing." Lin Chengbu said.

"Is there anything I can't say?" Lin Huiyu followed closely and asked.

"I can't be a little bit shy yet?" Lin Chengbu frowned, Lin Huiyu usually doesn't do this, but now this reaction basically shows that she knows.

"Shingbu, why don't you give up?" Lin Huiyu said, "Can you give up? Everyone has given up, why are you still chasing after him! His family doesn't care..."

"I'm not from his family." Lin Chengbu said calmly.

"Then who are you?" Lin Huiyu raised her voice, "Tell me, who are you?"

Lin Chengbu didn't speak.

"What's the use of you, if it's useful," Lin Huiyu sighed, "So many lunatics..."

"He's not crazy." Lin Chengbu interrupted her.

"Really? Well, I don't think he's crazy. He's not crazy now. What about in the future?" Lin Huiyu's voice could tell her frowning, "he may be like him..."

"He won't." Lin Chengbu continued to interrupt her.

"Hey!" Lin Huiyu sighed forcefully, "Why are you doing this!"

"Why? Because I am..." Lin Chengbu cleared his throat, "A holy father."

"Ah?" Lin Huiyu didn't make a sound for a long time after finishing the ah, probably too angry to speak.

A few seconds later the call was directly hung up.

Lin Chengbu whistled and threw his phone aside. Just as he was about to start the car, the cab door was tapped twice.

He turned his head and looked out the window, no one was there.

What the hell?

The car door was slapped again, he was stunned for a while, glanced in the rearview mirror, and saw a head and a very fleshy little hand.

"What's the matter, kid?" He lowered the car window, stuck his head out and asked.

A little boy, four or five years old, was standing outside the car door, looking up at him with a serious face.

"You pressed my flower." The little boy pointed to his left front wheel.

"Huh?" Lin Chengbu looked at it, there was a mess of weeds under the wheel, and he couldn't tell which one was the child's flower.

"This." The little boy crouched over and pointed.

"Then... stand to the side and I'll move the car?" Lin Chengbu didn't notice it after he pointed it.

"No, you are brother Xiaowu's friend, right," the little boy said. "If you press it, press it, and it will grow again tomorrow."

"Oh," Lin Chengbu looked at him, "is your name Datou?"

"Yes," Datou nodded immediately, his eyes lit up, "Did he tell you about me?"

"Say you are very capable." Lin Chengbu said, "Are you familiar with him?"

"Yes, I often play with him," Datou said, "but we don't have a common language."

"...Oh, that's it," Lin Chengbu lay on the car window, "Is that other person okay?"

"Very good, he bought me something to eat," Big Head took out a small packet of chips from his pocket, "Look."

"Then he's a good guy, right?" Lin Chengbu smiled.

"Yeah," Datou nodded, "but Mom said he was weird and told me not to play with him."

Lin Chengbu was silent for a few seconds: "Is he weird?"

"I don't know," he ripped open the bag of chips and ate one, "my mother said the child doesn't understand."

"Children understand," Lin Chengbu reached out and touched his head, "adults don't understand."

There are still two days before the appointment with Yuan Wu. Lin Chengbu couldn't find him these two days, for fear that going too often would make Yuan Wu disgusted.

In fact, it's already quite disgusting now. Yuan Wu looked at him with infinite irritability and helplessness towards a neurotic.

Lin Chengbu only goes to the store to cook vegetables four times a week. He has been free these two days, and has been looking at the a4 paper book at home.

What should I do?

How can I make Yuan Wu see the truth little by little?

How can I make Yuan Wu start to think about the irrationality surrounding him?

The key is to not beat him or disappear again?

"From the day we were born, we were saying goodbye to ourselves. We cried, laughed, accompanied ourselves, covering up our true emotions along the way...longing or despair...

He stood on the bridge, looked down at the river flowing smoothly under the bridge, and looked at the face looming on the water, who are you...

He stood under the surface of the water, chaotic bubbles were stirred around him, and he dispersed upwards in panic...

Breathing disappeared, and the chest cavity seemed to be squeezed a little bit, compacted, and every panic bubble took him deeper into the final despair, a little, a little..."

Yuan Wu suddenly opened his eyes, staring at the small lamp on the top of the boat, gasping for breath.

The air mixed with the smell of aquatic plants kept entering his body, and he felt that he could see his undulating chest without looking down.

After breathing heavily, he regained his strength, choked on his saliva again, lowered his head and coughed violently.

"Fuck me." Yuan Wu sadly took the cup next to him and took two sips of water.

For many days in a row, closing my eyes is such an immersive pain.

He frowned and looked at the half-written content on the computer. What happened?

When he wrote these stories before, he didn't have such an experience, was it because he hadn't written it for too long?

How long has it been since you wrote?

He stared at the dazzling white sunlight outside, and suddenly realized that he couldn't remember what it was like to write a story before.

I don't know if there is such an experience and what it feels like.

He feels a little chaotic these days, as peaceful as life in the East Bay wetlands has become uneasy.

He opened the small refrigerator a little irritably and wanted to take a sip of beer, but found that there was not a can of beer left, so he had to take a can of Coke.

This forest city step.

He never wanted to find out who Lin Chengbu was and what he wanted to do. He just wanted to make this person or this ghost disappear from his life quietly and quickly.

What the **** is going on with this guy!

Knife and other updates: congratulations on opening the pit!

Smile and drink a glass of wine: congratulations after it's been opened for a day...

Wait a knife and wait for an update: It's been a long time since I opened a pit, I was so happy that I forgot to congratulate you [Cheers friends.jpg]

Smile and drink a glass of wine: how long?

Wait a knife and wait for an update: more than a year, is it not long?

Wait a knife and other updates: By the way, I read the first chapter, it's great, I need to keep up with the update, I'm worried about your old bug, which affects reading more and will lose readers

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Have not written a new story in over a year?

Yuan Wu was a little surprised, more than a year?

He opened the column on his website and looked at it. He was a little surprised to find that the editor was right. The last story with more than 100,000 words ended more than a year ago, to be exact, almost two years ago.

In the time between when he opened this new pit yesterday, there were only a few short stories.

He stares silently at the computer screen.

I don't know how long I stare before my mind finally starts to spin.

He's still so young that he's big enough to call him uncle, but he's already Alzheimer's?

Updating with a knife and so on: keep the previous style this time, it's good, don't try to change it yet

Smile with a glass of wine: Oh

Knives and more updates: keep it up to date! Otherwise, I'll kill you and find you!

Smile and drink a glass of wine: hmmm

Yuan Wu stared at the editor's words for a while, then quickly typed a sentence.

Smile and drink a glass of wine: Can you change gear after six laps?

Knives and more update: what?

Updating with a knife, etc.: ... no, I can get dizzy after six turns

No, Yuan Wu made a smirk embarrassedly and closed the computer.

Of course it can't be the editor. He hasn't had a new pit for nearly two years and the editor hasn't looked for him. How could he come and pretend to be a ghost when he was all about to open a pit.

And Lin Chengbu didn't urge him to change, and didn't even ask more about his new pit.

It's so annoying, let's get this lunatic away.

Whether it's stupid to not be able to reincarnate, just let him go.

In the early morning of the weekend, Yuan Wu just sent out a new chapter, and before he could read the comments, he saw Lin Chengbu jumping over from the pier in the distance.

"Morning." Lin Chengbu jumped on the bow and greeted him.

"...Morning." Yuan Wu responded.

"Aren't you asleep?" Lin Chengbu stood outside the cabin door and looked at him.

"No." Yuan Wu stood up and went to the stern.

"Did you stay overnight?" Lin Cheng followed, "Why don't you sleep for a while?"

"Why do you have so many questions?" Yuan Wu turned his head and stared at him with his toothbrush, "I think I already know the reason for your death."

"What is it?" Lin Chengbu was stunned.

"Too many words were annoying and I was beaten to death." Yuan Wu squeezed his toothpaste and squatted down to the side of the boat to start brushing his teeth.

"Do you think I talk so much about anyone I see?" Lin Chengbu leaned against the hatch and looked at him, "I don't talk so much with others, it's just that I haven't talked to you for a long time." /

After saying this, Lin Chengbu stared at Yuan Wu's back.

"Then I beg you," Yuan Wu said vaguely while brushing his teeth, "Take me as someone else?"

Lin Chengbu didn't say anything.

Yuan Wu's answer was beyond his expectations, and it seemed that he didn't get his point at all.

Why?

Yuan Wu ignored him and started to wash his face slowly after brushing his teeth.

"I brought you breakfast," Lin Chengbu returned to the bow and brought over a lunch box that had been there before, "I made dumplings, fried them before going out in the morning, and soy milk. "

"Thank you." Yuan Wu took the lunch box.

"It's not stuffed with chives, it's stuffed with cabbage." He added.

"I'm not picky eaters." Yuan Wu said.

"You're not..." Lin Cheng paused, "Leeks smell great."

"Oh." Yuan Wu responded and went into the cabin to eat dumplings.

Actually, it's a good thing to know a chef, especially an awesome one. Yuan Wu drank soy milk while eating dumplings. The filling of the dumplings tasted very good.

Lin Chengbu had been standing at the stern of the boat, with his arms propped on the edge of the boat to watch the water, and he didn't keep talking.

How good it is, how good it is for everyone to stop and stop.

"After eating," Yuan Wu put the lunch box into the garbage bag at the stern, "Tell me, what should I do?"

"Go to the place where their story happened." Lin Chengbu said.

Yuan Wu looked at him and waited for him to continue, but after he finished speaking, he also looked at Yuan Wu and said nothing.

"No more?" Yuan Wu was stunned.

"Yes." Lin Chengbu nodded.

"How do I know where their story happened?" Yuan Wu said.

"You know," Lin Chengbu said, "Didn't you say there are materials?"

"...That counts?" Yuan Wu looked at him.

"Forget it," Lin Chengbu nodded, "they know that someone has come to see them, and if someone remembers them, that's fine."

The me you see is not me, the me you know is not me, and the me you remember is not me.

This sentence flashed through Yuan Wu's mind.

It was a long time ago, and he doesn't even remember which story it was written in.

"Are you my reader?" Yuan Wu said, "I'll send you a signed book, will you leave?"

"I'm not your reader," Lin Chengbu said, "I don't like to read stories like this, and it's clear that you don't have a book here."

"...Let's go, let's go." Yuan Wu couldn't describe his feelings, helpless, restless, restless, but inexplicably lost his previous anger.

The first ghost, a teenager who joined the suicide group because of depression and a hint of curiosity, finally chose to use four shoelaces to hang himself on a lathe in an abandoned factory to end his life.

"Where?" Lin Chengbu asked as he walked towards the pier.

"Factory." Yuan Wu said.

"Which factory?" Lin Chengbu jumped onto the dock.

"I have to think about..." Yuan Wu also jumped onto the pier. When he turned his head and saw a car parked on the small dirt road, he suddenly forgot what he was going to say, "What is this?"

"The shoulder," Lin Chengbu took out the key from his pocket and turned it on his fingers, "You..."

Before he finished speaking, Yuan Wu turned around and was about to go back.

"What's the matter?" Lin Chengbu quickly followed, "This car has a license plate and can be used on the road."

"Are you planning to take a side trip to see off the ghost brothers in front of you?" Yuan Wu felt that the feeling of being with a mental patient was unbearable, and he was full of surprises everywhere.

"There is a reason," Lin Cheng walked to the side of the car, raised his legs and stepped on it, "There is a reason for driving this car."

"Let me hear it." Yuan Wu said.

"This is our ghost's rule," Lin Chengbu patted the handlebars, "I thought you would know, but it seems that you don't know so I can't say it."

Yuan Wu stood still.

This is a black-sprayed shoulder bag that looks well maintained and, to be honest, pretty cool.

It's just that he couldn't figure out why Lin Chengbu had to get such a car. It was obvious that he drove a white car a few times before.

"Do you have any grudge against me?" Yuan Wu asked.

"No," Lin Chengbu said, "if you don't like it, you won't drive it next time, but it's too late to change the car today."

Yuan Wu stood there for a while before sighing and sat in the side bucket.

"Do you want to open it?" Lin Chengbu handed him the key.

"No." Yuan Wu said.

"It's not difficult, but you may not know it right away." Lin Chengbu said.

"Let's go." Yuan Wu took out his mask and put it on, then pulled his hat down.

Lin Chengbu didn't speak anymore, took the helmet and put it on, and drove the car along the path.

This road has been along the water to Xiaojiang Town. Lin Chengbu's speed is not high, but the wind is strong beside the water. In addition, this section is a dirt road. When the car drives past, there is mud rolled up by the wind.

The seat has been modified to be soft and not too bumpy to sit on.

I don't know if it was because I was talking too much in the morning or because the road was gray, Lin Chengbu didn't speak, and kept his eyes fixed on the front.

Yuan Wu was also silent in the feeling of flying through the clouds and driving the fog.

After the car drove out of the dirt road, Lin Cheng let out a long sigh of relief: "Suffocated me."

"It seems that the setting of breathing is not very scientific." Yuan Wu said.

"Let's go to the city first," Lin Chengbu said, "do you remember where that factory is?"

"Not in the urban area," Yuan Wu frowned and turned to look at the roadside, "probably the northern suburbs, I guess."

"You guess?" Lin Chengbu glanced at him, "You still need to guess what you wrote?"

Yuan Wu did not speak.

Yeah, I wrote it myself, why guess.

Why?

Even this guess, he wasn't entirely sure.

He lowered his head and pulled the brim of his hat, staring at the footpads in the side bucket, not wanting to talk any more.

The floor mats are also a cool black and clean, either freshly washed or not used in a long time.

It must have just been washed. His eyes moved from the foot pads to the door. The inside of the door was also very clean, and he could clearly see a few gray letters on it.

Yuan Wu suddenly felt short of breath and couldn't breathe, and his heart beat so fast that the scene in front of him began to shake.

"Stop!" Yuan Wu pulled off his mask and shouted in a hoarse voice.

"What's wrong?" Lin Chengbu immediately slowed down and turned around to see Yuan Wu's bloodless face, "What's wrong with you!"

"Stop." Yuan Wu's voice dropped.

Lin Chengbu stopped the car and didn't have time to pull over.

Yuan Wu jumped out of the side fight, pulled his legs and ran back.