Next to the subway station downstairs of Xiaoqing's house, a man in his 60s with white hair sells some old things, books, badminton, screwdrivers, etc., some commonly used items in the family.
He also interprets dreams, looks at palmistry, 10 yuan at a time, the money to buy him a book, or some of his other old things, that is to say, give 10 yuan, you can take some old things, and by the way, look at palmistry fortune telling.
His stall is an old wooden table, except for rain and snow, he goes out almost every day, white shirt in summer, dark blue coat in winter, ordinary clothes, and a pair of glasses.
Because he is often smiling, he always beckons some passers-by around him.
On a hopeless and lonely night, a man walks into the darkness. His name is Xiaohai, he just broke up with his girlfriend, and he has spent more than 30,000 yuan on her in 3 years, but recently his girlfriend Xiaoyi has fallen into the arms of a rich boy. The money spent is not going to be returned, Xiaohai thought of this, and he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and as a result, he brought his emotions to work, quarreled with customers, was criticized by the leader, and had to deduct bonuses. The more I thought about it, the narrower it became, and my stomach ached, thinking that all this was caused by that woman, I decided to take revenge on her, at least rob her once, money is not important, what is important is to take a breath.
Of course, he knew that her home lived in an old building, and there was no elevator in the community, no property gatekeeper, and no surveillance. He knew that Xiao Yi got off work at 8 o'clock in the evening, and he planned to wait for her at the corner of the stairs above the 4th floor, he was going to wait for Xiao Yi to take the key at the door and prepare to open the door, and then use a cloth bag to cover her head from behind, and he didn't have to speak, he directly put the back of the knife on her waist and snatched her bag, as for how much money was in it, it didn't matter, the main thing was to snatch her mobile phone, he knew her lock screen password, he wanted to see what her rich new boyfriend was coming from, and scare her by the way.
He hadn't eaten for a day, but his stomach was swollen and cold, as if the northwest wind had poured into his stomach for thousands of years. The cold knife in his hand seemed to be ordering him to complete a mission, an invisible force approaching him, as if a witch lived in his body and forced him not to retreat, his steps were hurried, as if he had to catch up with the frequency of his heartbeat. But every step felt like a temptation on the edge of a cliff. The rage burned like liquor and he was like a gas canister with a needle, and he might have exploded with just a needle.
Xiaoqing lives upstairs in Xiaoyi, and she is a bit superstitious and obsessive-compulsive. She dreams a lot, and after every dream, she likes to look up the interpretation of the dream online and what the dream portends. If the dream interprets that the south is seeking wealth, she may walk a little south after work and deliberately take a detour to return home. No, last night she dreamed of wearing a hairpin, and when she woke up in the morning, she checked her phone, saying that it was appropriate to climb the stairs and pat others on the shoulder.
It's easy to climb the stairs, and I climb the stairs every day when I get home, but who do you pat on the shoulder?I can't always shoot acquaintances in the unit, it will be very embarrassing, and I haven't figured out a way to do it all day, so I have to wait until I get off work.
The dusk was getting darker and darker, the clouds were dyed gray with the night, and it was now half past seven in the evening, and she thought as she walked home, and the pedestrians on the road were taller than herself, and she really couldn't pat anyone else's shoulder. She decided to buy a roasted sweet potato next to the subway station and pat the old man selling roasted sweet potatoes on the shoulder.
Under her feet, she stepped on layers of fallen leaves, and the sound of rattling accompanied her all the way to the subway station, the old man who sold roasted sweet potatoes was not there, the old man who told fortunes had not left, under the street lamp, he was squatting there to collect old books and prepare to collect the stall.
What a good opportunity, Xiao Qing thought of this, quietly ran over, and before the old man was paying attention, he suddenly patted him on the shoulder with all his might.
The old man turned and stood up.
It's you, girl, you scared me so recklessly. ”
I'm sorry, master, I thought you were the uncle who sells roasted sweet potatoes”
A little girl don't shoot others casually, it's so late, what if you meet a bad person?”
Aren't you good at fortune telling?Tell me, what would I do if I really met a bad guy?”
Of course, I said good things about him. His hand paused for a moment, as if in thought.
Say something good, you teach me. ”
Don't shout at the bad guy when you meet him, especially when there's no one around you, that will anger him. You should tell him that you are a good person and that I believe in you. ”
Thank you, if you don't tell me, I'll really shout for help, catch the bad guys?But I'm going to be home soon, I won't meet bad guys, my house is on the fifth floor. Xiaoqing said as she pointed in the direction of the fifth floor of her house.
As he got on his old bike, he didn't forget to go back and tell her, "Remember to smile at him and stay calm." ”
I didn't expect this old man to have a good heart, Xiaoqing thought in his heart.
The corridor was dark, and the light of the small street crept in with her through the window, and the strands of thread on the wall had no head or tail, as if they were also climbing up with Xiaoqing step by step.
In the flickering light and darkness, Xiaoqing had already come to the bend of the stairs, and suddenly she found a person in front of her, just at the landing of the staircase between the fourth and fifth floors, there was a man in a black coat, tall and thin like a wooden Zhuangzi, the coat was attached to the erected hat, and his head was tightly encircled. The man's face was facing the window, his back was to Xiaoqing, Xiaoqing was a little nervous, and hesitated for a while, whether to continue to go up to the fifth floor, or to go downstairs and escape, maybe it was too late to run now.
It seemed that the man also sensed that someone was going upstairs, he didn't look back, he just lifted the collar of his coat with his left hand, pressed down on the hat on his head, his right hand was still in his arms, and his body moved to the side of the window, as if to make more space for Xiaoqing to let her pass.
Seeing this, Xiaoqing lowered his head and wanted to take this opportunity to run past him, but in a panic, Xiaoqing's bag suddenly touched something that the man was hiding in his arms, and with a bang, a fruit knife fell out of it.
Xiaoqing looked back.
An arc of blue and white came up from the ground, especially noticeable in the dimness.
Hearing the sound, the man also subconsciously turned his head, the wind outside the window poured in, he seemed to have a cold war, the white mask covered most of his face, only revealing a pair of eyes on the mask that were staring at Xiaoqing.
You are a good person and I believe in you. At that moment, Xiaoqing's legs suddenly went limp and couldn't move, so he had to pretend to be calm, squeezed out some smiles to face the man, and said in a trembling voice.
The man seemed taken aback by her words, and stood there as if he were carved in clay.
He didn't pick up the fruit knife on the ground, but those eyes were still looking at Xiaoqing, as if they had something to say.
Xiaoqing added again in horror.
You're a good person, really, I believe in you. This time she smiled at him from the bottom of her heart, and at the moment when the man was in a state of despair, Xiaoqing seemed to suddenly regain her strength, and hurriedly walked up the stairs, and at the door she smiled back at him again. The hand quickly opened the door of his house, and at the same time locked the second door, and after repeated confirmation, a hanging heart was slightly lowered, but it was still beating rapidly, and the sound of the knock seemed to escape from the body.
She felt scared for a while, and naturally said to herself, I was too reckless, but fortunately the man didn't chase after her.
The man was still stunned, his brain still seemed to be stuck in a moment's ago. After about two minutes, as if he had been suddenly woken up from a dream, he took out a gray cloth bag from his pocket, picked up the fruit knife on the ground, and put it in the bag. He smiled and said to himself, "I almost hurt myself."
He looked at the door of Xiaoqing's house, thinking about the girl's smile and what she had said. "You are a good person, I believe in you," he chewed and recalled, yes, I am not a bad person in the first place, but I only have a moment of evil thoughts when I get into the horns of the bull, if it is not for the girl's reminder, I am afraid that I will do something stupid, and the consequences will be unimaginable.
Thinking of this, his heart opened up a lot, he put down the hat on his head, and felt that his mind became clearer as the hat was put down. He walked downstairs, his steps firm and steady, when he also heard the familiar sound of high heels, the sound of his girlfriend coming upstairs, and they met in the stairwell on the third floor. One is going upstairs and the other is going down.
What's the matter, don't give up, I don't have money, even if I have money, I won't give it to you, how can I count the three years of youth I wasted on you, it's good that I didn't ask you for money. ”
He took off his mask and put it in the gray bag that was supposed to put on Xiao Yi's head.
You underestimate me too much, I'm a good person, I won't entangle with you for some trivial things, I just came to see you, nothing else. ”
After he finished speaking, he took off his cotton gloves and put them on Xiao Yi's hands. Then he strode out of the dark stairwell.
Under the streetlight, he stepped on his own shadow, whistling as he went, blowing to the point of pleasure, opening his mouth and swallowing a mouthful of sweet air.