The Millennium After Dying Young Chapter 179: Uncle Ming

The reason why Wen Hao can remember so clearly is that the other party is a regular customer and looks familiar.

Secondly, when I saw my peers taking this girl every day, I couldn't help being envious, and it was reasonable to look more.

Of course, it's inconvenient for Wen Hao to say anything about this kind of thing. Even if he hangs his own ring on his penis, it has nothing to do with him.

The young couple took the milk tea and walked away chatting and laughing, chattering, so tired of crooked.

Looking at the backs of the two of them leaving, Wen Hao sighed, his face full of envy, he was also seventeen or eighteen years old, how could he be so outstanding?

"Are you envious?" A familiar voice came from the counter.

As soon as Wen Hao looked up, he saw a face that seemed to be smiling but not smiling, and the pair of eyes full of melancholy hidden under the bangs, and he was shocked instantly.

"Uncle Ming, what would you like to drink?" Wen Hao quickly got up and asked politely. This is also a regular customer, so don't neglect.

Uncle Ming is actually not old, but he always wears a worn-out outdated denim shirt, his hair is messy, and the embarrassing stubble on his chin always gives people the illusion of being very old.

Every time Wen Hao sees him, he can't help but think, if he straps a guitar on Uncle Ming's shoulders, he will be a standard artist, of course, the down-and-out kind.

But Uncle Ming is not an artist. He is a professional gamer and opened a studio on the second floor of a store in the street behind. It was only later that I found out that he was the only one in the so-called studio...

After receiving the milk tea from Wen Hao, Uncle Ming took a sip, put down the teacup, and exclaimed, "Well, that's the taste!"

After finishing speaking, he narrowed his eyes and thought about it for a while, then pointed in the direction where the young couple disappeared, and asked with a half-smile, "Are you envious?"

"..." Wen Hao blushed, how should he answer this kind of question!

"Young and ignorant love is really beautiful..." Uncle Ming looked into the distance, and suddenly let out a particularly vicissitudes of sigh.

Wen Hao knew that this man was about to lose his nerve again, so he didn't dare to answer.

In fact, compared to Xu Le, Wen Hao still has more contact with this Uncle Ming. After all, Xu Le can't see the end, but Uncle Ming always comes to buy an order every day.

And every time he comes to consume, he is different from other customers. He doesn’t take a package, but stands in front of the counter to drink. Wen Hao has long been used to the tone of "elders befriending juniors" and some specious truths.

Sure enough, Uncle Ming, who didn't get a response, started talking to himself.

"I used to have a girlfriend when I was studying. She was very beautiful. When she smiled, she would have two dimples on her face. She is much more beautiful than those stars who rely on scalpels now!" Uncle Ming said while smacking his lips. : "Do you believe it or not?"

Wen Hao nodded to express his belief.

Actually, Uncle Ming's foundation is not bad, and losing the long hair that gets in the way can really fascinate many girls. Wen Hao believed that he must have been very flirtatious when he was in school, but he didn't understand why this guy suddenly got involved in this matter today.

"I was not sensible at the time, and I was obsessed with games. I was playing gang wars that day, and she told me to close the game and sleep with her. Played the game, and then broke up. Tell me, am I stupid?"

Uncle Ming lowered his head, Wen Hao couldn't see his eyes. It wasn't until Uncle Ming raised his head that Wen Hao was surprised to find that Uncle Ming's eyes were a little red, and he didn't know how to answer for a while.

Suddenly, Wen Hao noticed that something was wrong with Uncle Ming today.

From the beginning to the end, he never took out his left hand, it was always tucked in his sleeve.

Are you warming up?

Combined with the deteriorating temperature now, Wen Hao felt a little relieved.

"Every time I think about this, I will toss and turn, unable to sleep, go to the balcony to smoke a cigarette, and then stare at the night sky in a daze..." Uncle Ming said slowly, his voice was actually a bit hoarse.

Wen Hao was moved, closed his eyes, he could even imagine the sad scene of Uncle Ming smoking silently in the dead of night, and couldn't help feeling sad.

Uncle Ming took a sip of milk tea and sighed: "So, if we had focused on killing the opponent's Yi Kui Feng first in that game, would we have won?

"Yes, uh... what did you say?" Wen Hao looked confused, his mind was a little confused.

"Haha, I'm just kidding you." Uncle Ming grabbed the milk tea and drank it down in one gulp, put down the empty cup, dropped a banknote, and left without saying change.

When Wen Hao took the money, he noticed that Uncle Ming's left sleeve was completely empty, and when the wind blew, he swayed from side to side, as if there was nothing, and he was stunned immediately.

However, thinking of Uncle Ming's strange costumes, he felt relieved.

Wen Hao took the change and was about to chase it out, but saw Uncle Ming come back again, leaning on the counter, and said in a low voice, "I forgot to tell you something."

"What?"

"Remember, never look in the mirror!"

"Huh?" Wen Hao was a little puzzled, but he still nodded, because at this time, Uncle Ming looked very serious, and his eyes were even a little scary.

"Put away that mirror behind you, or use something to block it." Uncle Ming pointed at the store and said.

Wen Hao looked back, and saw that there was indeed a small mirror hanging on the hanger, which was as big as a palm and very delicate. When Nan Xiaoxi's mother and daughter came, Xu Beibei hung it up, and Wen Hao didn't take it away, and Wen Hao didn't bother to get it. If it was broken, Xu Le would deduct wages for an excuse...

But this kind of thing is naturally not easy to tell outsiders, Wen Hao can only frown and ask: "Uncle Ming, what happened?" I always feel that something is wrong with Uncle Ming today.

Uncle Ming shook his head: "Don't ask too much, anyway, don't touch the mirror these days, it's best not to even touch glass." Uncle Ming knocked on the counter: "It will be better to put a blanket on it." Good."

Wen Hao is even more inexplicable: "Uncle...what's the matter?"

"I can't explain in a few words... Let's put it this way, do you believe in ghosts?"

"Believe it!" Wen Hao nodded, there is no doubt about it, he has seen it before.

Seeing that Wen Hao agreed so straightforwardly, Uncle Ming was a little stunned. How come the worldview of the younger generation has collapsed so much these days?

But now is not the time to think about it, Uncle Ming licked his lips and said: "My grandma told me since I was a child that mirrors are very evil, and there is a ghost living in each mirror, so don't use it if you can." .”

Wen Hao was stunned: "No matter how small the mirror is, is it there?"

"Yes!"

Wen Hao thought for a while, then shook his head and retorted: "If that's the case, then I smashed the mirror, and there was a ghost on each piece. Isn't it a mess? The numbers are not right!"

Uncle Ming: "..." Why is your kid's angle so tricky? Is this the time to discuss conservation of energy? !

Uncle Ming was probably a little angry, and said angrily: "Can you just listen to Uncle once?"

Finally, Wen Hao didn't dare to argue, and got up to get the mirror.

However, when he walked in front of the mirror, Wen Hao suddenly remembered his previous scruples, and couldn't help but get entangled again. What if he damages his daughter's things and asks me to pay for it?

"What's the matter with the ink!" Uncle Ming urged from behind.

Wen Hao turned his head and saw the coat that Xu Le had thrown on the sofa before, his eyes lit up, and he quickly picked it up to cover the mirror.

You can't blame me if your clothes ruin the mirror! Wen Hao thought happily.

Seeing this, Uncle Ming heaved a sigh of relief, took the change, and left. Wen Hao looked confused, what happened to this guy?

After sending Uncle Ming away, Wen Hao relaxed and took out his mobile phone to play games.

There seemed to be a lot fewer people on the street, probably because the heat was over, Wen Hao didn't bother to think too much, and started to speak after entering the game, very proficient, and quickly entered the state.

Being addicted to the game, he didn't realize that shortly after Uncle Ming left, the small mirror moved, and then, the mirror surface rippled like ripples.

Then, a hand stretched out from the mirror.

This is the hand of a young man with fair skin and strength. But compared to the normal skin color, it looked too pale, like chicken feet soaked for a long time, pale as paper. There are at least two centimeters of long nails on each finger, which looks a bit scary.

As the five fingers slowly spread, the hand slowly stretched out from the mirror, and the palm, wrist, forearm...appeared in sequence.

"Zi..."

But the moment his fingers touched Xu Le's clothes, his entire arm shook violently without warning, as if it had been electrocuted.

The hand sensed that something was wrong and wanted to retreat, but the fingertips were firmly stuck to the clothes and could not be separated at all. After struggling to break free several times, he finally retracted into the mirror.

When the fingertips were completely withdrawn, there was only a "click" that resounded throughout the shop.

Wen Hao, who came over following the sound, turned pale when he saw the broken lenses all over the floor.

"What happened!"

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(The second chapter is in the early morning, um, five or six in the morning, don’t hit me...)