老街十三号

那晚我和朋友吃完夜排档，打算回家睡觉。

正走在路上，忽然有位老人骑着自行车向我们这边驶来。
他在我们跟前停下，和我们打招呼：“年轻人，能不能帮我个忙？”

我看看老人，感觉他神情急切，显然是什么要紧的事情，就回答他：“您说吧，只要我们能办到尽量帮你。
”

老人下了车，转身从书包架上取下一件东西，那东西在书包架上绑的紧紧的，他费了些工夫。
那是一只长方形的盒子，外面裹着红色的锦缎。

“能不能帮我把它送到老街13号？”老人一边说一边将那东西递到我跟前。

听他说要送东西到老街，我不免有些犹豫。
这时候已经子夜时分，路上几乎看不到行人，从这儿到老街也有段距离，而且宝山的老街没有路灯。

“您不是有自行车吗？”我问道。

“可我没时间了，好心人帮个忙吧，我会记得你们的。
”说着他将东西塞过来，我不得不接下来。

老人跨上自行车头也不回地骑走了。
刚到路口一辆卡车拦腰撞上了他，我和朋友惊叫着跑过去，然而那辆卡车没有一点要停的迹象，飞也似的开走了。
跑到跟前，地上什么也没有，老人好象从空气中消失了。
我和朋友面面相觑，不知到底发生了什么。
再看看手中明明还捧着那只盒子。

“怎么办？”我问朋友。

“我们快帮他送去吧。
”朋友神色慌张，我又何尝不是。

我们一路上战战兢兢，两人没有说一句话，只是拼命的赶路。

终于找到了老街13号，这是一幢老房子，和周围的房子隔着段距离。
我鼓足勇气想去敲门，这时房门却打开了。
一个老太探出身来：“怎么这会才来，等你们好长时间。
”说着从我手里接过那盒子“快回去吧，这地方不适合你们。
”

我忍不住自己的好奇，问：“既然我们送到了，能告诉我们是什么东西吗？”

老太打量着我神色有些诡异“是我老头子的骨灰。
”说完转身掩上了房门。

我和朋友吓得撒腿就跑，结果我们回去病了好长一段时间。

我和朋友曾又去过那里一次，可那里根本没有老街13号，那里只有一座当地人的土坟。

Introduce:I and friend take night to discharge archives that evening, the plan comes home sleep.
Going on the road, suddenly an old person is riding a bike to us here sail come.
He is in front of us stop, greet sb with us: "Youth, can you give me a help? " I see an old person, feel his expression is agog, it is the thing with important what apparently, answer him: "You say, want us to be able to do only help you as far as possible.
" the old person left a car, face about gets off from satchel wearing a thing, that thing binds on satchel wearing closely, he expended some of effort.
That is the box of a rectangle, there is gules brocade outside.
"Can you help me send old street 13 it? " the old person says to give that thing me at the same time at the same time in front of.
Listen to him to say to want to send a thing to old street, I am unavoidable some are hesitant.
At that time already midnight time, the pedestrian cannot see almost on the road, from here also have paragraph of space to old street, and the old street of treasure mountain does not have street lamp.
"Are you to there is a bike? " I ask.
"But I do not have time, good intention person gives a help, I can remember you.
" saying him to fill in the thing, I must next.
The old person is crossed on bicycle head also does not answer the ground to ride.
Just arrived crossing dash against of by the waist of a lorry he, I and friend cry in fear are worn run over, however the evidence that that lorry should not stop, fly also like leave.
Run in front of, the whats on the ground are done not have, the old person seemed to disappear from inside air.
I and friend look at each other in speechless despair, did not know after all what to produce.
There still is that box obviously in seeing a hand again.
"How to do? " I ask a friend.
"We help him quickly send.
" the friend looks flustered, I why is not.
We all the way gingerly, two people did not say a word, just desperately hurry on with one's journey.
Found old market eventually 13, this is an old building, lying between paragraph of distance with the house all round.
My encouraged wants to knock, at this moment the door was opened however.
Body of smell of an old lady comes: "How does this meeting just come, wait for you very long.
" saying to had accepted that case from my hand " fast go back, this place does not suit you.
" I cannot help oneself curiosity, ask: "Since we sent, what thing is you can telling us? " the old lady is looking me up and down expression is a little weird " the ashes of the dead that is my old fogey.
" said face about attack by surprise to go up door.
I and friend are frightened so that make off at once, as a result we go back ill very long period of time.
I and friend ever had gone again over there, but over there do not have old street at all 13, the land that there is a local only over there is graveyard.
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