On the ninth day, there was no news from my parents.

In Beijing, winter is coming, there is heavy snowfall, the cold wind is howling, and the doors and windows of every house are tightly closed.

Outside the door, a locust tree had lost all its leaves, and a moon hung high in the sky.

In the dark room, there was a thin body with its legs bent, holding its legs in fear, curled up in the bed.

The windows crackled with the cold wind.

The person in the bed had tears on his eyelashes, and his hair was stuck to his face with tears. Her name is Zhang Lingdang, she is twelve years old, she has developed tear glands since she was a child, and when she encounters troubles, she can't control her tears.

The sound of sobbing, in the dark room, sounded low. She was the only one in the house, as if there were many monsters lurking in the night, she panicked, and at night she had to hide in the bed, shrinking her body, secretly shedding tears, and did not dare to move.

On the evening of December 2, I said goodnight to my parents and closed the bedroom door.

At dawn on December 3, I couldn't find my parents anywhere all day.

Until December 12, on this night, only Zhang Lingdang guarded the house alone.

There was another strange noise, coming from the living room.

"Mom and Dad?"

Zhang Ling was bold and shouted loudly.

No one responded.

The strange sound faded away.

"Pap-" turned on a bedside lamp, Zhang Bell wiped away his tears, hugged the bear doll, boldly walked out of the door, opened a crack in the door, the living room was dark, and when the door was completely opened, the warm orange light of the bedside lamp came out from behind, and he could see his big black shadow being projected on the other side of the sofa, the living room was as usual, a row of two-seater sofas, a single-seater sofa, a TV, the drawer under the desktop supporting the TV was half-open and lost, and a thick notebook was stored.

Found during the day.

She couldn't remember if she had closed the drawer at the time.

Hesitating, leaning on the door frame, holding the bear doll tightly in his arms, Zhang Lingjing looked around, his big eyes were full of tears, and everything became hazy through the mist of tears, "Dad, Mom, I'm so afraid of ......" and cried loudly again, suddenly a soft thing at his feet hit his toes, Zhang Lingjing closed his eyes and screamed, tears kept falling and fell, and his feet kept lifting and falling and stepping on it.

"Squeak-"

The fat rat was wounded and frightened and fled, slipped into a corner, and disappeared from movement.

"Huh ~ mouse, don't be afraid, woo, don't be afraid of ......" Zhang Lingjing cried while comforting herself, she walked over and took out the thick notebook in the drawer, and when she read it during the day, she remembered that there was a family photo of Zhang's family of three, she flipped through the book to find a thin photo, only to see that the thick notebook was all blank pages, and only the first two pages were written.

During the day, she focuses on family portraits.

Only then did I take a closer look, and realized that it was my father's scribbled and rough handwriting, the first page was written six words, and the second page was pasted with a very strange photo of all the craggy stone pillars, and a line was attached to the blank space of the paper at the bottom, "Find this place, end this terrible day."

She turned to the first page again.

"Open, reboot?" Zhang Bell muttered in a low voice.

Suddenly.

The world has changed.

"Ah...... Hmmm......" The woman's intermittent moaning voice floated out of nowhere.

Zhang Lingzhong was a little confused.

Holding the bear doll, holding the thick notebook, confused.

In front of her, the six lanterns emitted a soft and bright light, illuminating the place where this side was, and the black road behind her could not see her five fingers, and Ren Zhang Ling's eyes widened, and she couldn't see anything. Zhang Bell is in this antique solid wood decoration shop, there is a faint aroma of sandalwood in the air, the shop is like a shop selling antiques, and every object placed feels like a very long time of simple and rich atmosphere.

The intermittent moaning sound seemed to come from an ancient landscape painting screen on the right hand, Zhang Ling's heart was clenched, tears fell down, hugged the bear doll tightly, stared at the screen in a daze, choked and cried and asked, "Little bear, did I hit a ghost?"

The bear didn't answer.

There was silence behind the screen for a moment, and after a while, a young man, about eighteen or nineteen years old, had a black and refreshing head, very tall and strong, naked and upper, wearing a pair of black sweatpants. He is very good-looking, with a deep and thin face contour of a half-breed, under the sharp eyebrows like a knife, phoenix eyes with a hint of laziness, there is no excess fat on the upper body with a few old scars in fatal positions, dark wheat healthy complexion, broad shoulders, narrow waist, arms and thick arms, all shouting for a man's wildness and charm.

"Bear?"

His name is Wu Guan, this place is called the place of restart, this shop is the only place where people can stay in the place of restart, who built the shop from whom, it is still a mystery, but it does not prevent the people behind from constantly repairing and changing the layout of this shop, and all the priceless antiques and utensils in the shop are brought back by him.

"Hit the ghost?"

Wu Guan grinned, staring at her, his beautiful phoenix eyes smiled very gently, if you ignore the old scars on his upper body in the heart, waist, and neck, it is indeed very gentle.

"Wu Guan, where did you come from?" The owner of the voice, who looked to be seventeen or eighteen years old, with black hair hanging straight down on her round shoulders, was wearing a long dress with a V-neck flame like a flaming red color, and most of the white flowers on her chest were exposed, she was so beautiful that she was enchanting, like a red rose with thorns blooming at night.

Her name is Li Yuemei.

From Xiaomei to the bigged, the people chasing her behind her can fill a street.

"Woo woo ......" Zhang Ling, whose tear ducts are developed, was so frightened that her teardrops fell, hugged the bear tightly, and wanted to turn around and escape, but the dark place outside where she couldn't see her five fingers made her even more afraid. Wu Guan took a step closer, Zhang Lingdang was so frightened that he took a step back while crying, and was forced into a corner, Zhang Lingdang squatted on the ground crying, crying even more helplessly.

Wu Guan was so cried by Zhang Lingdang that his head hurt for a while, and he complained: "This is so crying, whoever puts her on the stall has to be coaxed from morning to night, and there is no need to do anything." ”

"Flowery, I don't allow you to empathize so quickly!" Li Yuemei warned.

The two are not lovers.

In their line of task circles, Wu Guan is famous for his heart, with strength, appearance, and figure, countless people who chase him are biased, and he always has to hug a few beauties left and right in different planes, and it is not an exaggeration to change a female companion to describe him every day.