Who knows a joke selling instant noodles?

Liang Xiao is the owner of a food factory, which once had a prosperous business. Because of the increasingly fierce competition, it is difficult to move forward now. Only noodles sell well. Because it was summer vacation, Liang Xiao's wife took the children back to her parents' home. Liang Xiao is a chef, but for convenience, Liang Xiao eats noodles for three meals a day. Anyway, there is no need to worry so much when the wife and children are away.

In the evening, Liang Xiao cooked more noodles. She had a bad appetite. Because the noodles would go bad, he dumped the remaining noodles into the trash can. Usually, at the end of the day, there is at least one big trash can full of bags, but today it is empty. After all, there is less garbage without two people. At this thought, the original plan to take out the garbage was also cancelled.

Liang Xiao tasted the noodles. To tell the truth, he never thinks his noodles are delicious. Not only does it taste bad, but it is as hard as steel. But tonight's noodles are soft as silk, white and delicious. Liang Xiao didn't think much. Maybe she just made it home tonight.

1:00

Liang Xiao always has the habit of staying up late. Especially tonight, my wife and children are not here. To commemorate this and encourage her, Liang Xiao put off her bedtime until 0: 00 pm. The heat of midsummer continues to attack. Tonight, the suburbs seem as dark as ink, and the lights of the city disappear incongruously. Only the dark sky and firefly-like stars remain. However, Liang Xiao is used to it. The hum of alternating current from electric fans and the sound of tractors from far to near, from near to far, accompanied lonely Liang Xiao in this big house this night.

1:30

Just as Liang Xiao was about to fall asleep, the telephone suddenly rang. Liang Xiao angrily picked up the phone on his head in the dark and shouted, "Who?" . At the other end, there is only the hum of the phone. Liang Xiao shouted in a louder voice, "Who?" And over there, in the noise of the phone, it seems to be repeating two words more clearly:

"Noodles, noodles, noodles ..."

The voice is like a child's, slightly erratic and unpredictable.

Liang Xiao grabbed the microphone and kept repeating these two words, which became clearer and closer. When Liang Xiao was preparing to ask for the third time, which one suddenly hung up. Doodle sound mixed with the hum of the phone and the hum of the electric fan, in Liang Xiao's ear. Noodles, what is noodles?

2: 18

Liang Xiao never fell asleep again. The echo of noodles fills every corner of its nerves. It seems that this echo is not reproduced in memory, but repeated in a place not far away, and that place is its own kitchen! Fear swept through his mind, and he thought of the dumped noodles. White silk, which usually looks ordinary, looks a little scary today, as if it were a hanging white silk. Thought of here, Liang Xiao not only shivered, but the sweat on his head soaked every sweat gland. The communication sound of the electric fan is weak at this moment, and it can't resist the echo of noodles at all.

Twenty to three.

Perhaps disturbed by the repeated echoes, Liang Xiao never fell asleep again. Unfortunately, this is the right time. In this fearful night, convenience is undoubtedly a big embarrassment. Xiaoliangjia toilet is near the kitchen, which means you must pass by that bag of noodles to relieve yourself. Liang Xiao stayed in the suburbs for a long time and spent the night in his childhood cemetery. It's normal to be haunted at night, not to mention a small bag of noodles, I don't care at all. Open the mosquito net and turn on the bedside lamp. This bright light gives Liang Xiao a bright comfort. Even ghosts will die in front of the light. There is nothing to be afraid of.

Liang Xiao, wearing only a pair of shorts, stood up, poked her slippers, and got up the courage to go to the toilet. Leaving the bright room, Liang Xiao's eyes were almost dark, and his own shadow dragged in front of him, fluctuating on the floor with his own steps. Just like a dying person, you always have to break free before your soul goes out of your body. Trabecular constantly want to calm down, but then the ear came the mysterious voice on the phone:

"Noodles, noodles, noodles ..."

Liang Xiao was too scared to move. It's like someone praying for their last hope of survival in the call of death. Behind him, there was a bang, the electric light exploded, and glass fragments were scattered all over the floor. Liang Xiao only rely on, the red light, disappeared in the night. The room was dark black, mixed with a little green light like a jack-o'-lantern, miserable and dark. Liang Xiao knew that tonight might be the end of it.

Fifteen to three/a quarter to three

The sound of the electric fan seems to suddenly disappear, quiet and strange. There is nothing in my ears except the sound of noodles. The voice seemed to start growling in the dark. The child over there has a shrill voice like a female ghost in her fifties and sixties. The shouts of noodles are repeated, and the rhythmic sounds are mixed together. In the gap, women's laughter kept flashing back. Every time laughter rings, the green light in front of us flashes more wildly. The voice began to get rough. "Noodles, noodles, ..." This is urgent and powerful. At this time, Liang Xiao's faint cry for help wanted to fall into a drop of water in the volcano, and was evaporated into a trace of water vapor by the sound of noodles, which could be ignored in the violent crater.

Liang Xiao fell to the ground. He didn't have the strength to stand up. His eyes popped out and stared at everything around him.

Suddenly, like lightning, all the sounds and lights disappeared in the dark night. The only thing left is endless black.