The painter did not paint the face of the beautiful man, but she always felt that the person in the painting must be a stunning beautiful man, and she stood in front of the painting for three hours, staring at the person in the painting, constantly tracing the person in the painting and the face that she could not see clearly.

At that time, she was in full swing at school, and she participated in the choreography of almost all the dances in the department's competitions, and she stared at the person in the painting, and there was an instant impulse in her mind to choreograph this painting and the person in the painting into a solo dance.

A lonely and lonely person, trapped in a dimly lit room, the room has no door, it is like hell, can only choose between living and dying day after day, he is lonely, helpless, as if he has been abandoned by the whole world, but he wants to live, but no one lends a hand, so his cries for help and screams are all locked in his heart, and he can only desperately wait for time to make the final judgment.

That dance was originally intended to be used by her to participate in the National Dance Competition, but before she could submit her work, she had fallen off the altar and become the object of spurning, and was forced to withdraw from the dance career she had been fighting for for more than ten years.

The passing years are so ruthless and helpless, in the blink of an eye, the world is turned upside down, and it does not give people a chance to choose.

Unexpectedly, many years later, she could still see a similar picture.

"What are you thinking?" I don't know when, Shi Jing had raised his head and stared at her with a strange expression.

Si Qi, who was trapped in his memories, suddenly came back to his senses, his thoughts were still a little confused, and his mind kept flashing back to the person in the painting, but he frowned and asked, "I'm reading, what's the matter, you're going to sleep?"

Shi Jing choked, looked at her silently, and saw that she was still ignorant, so she had to get up, walk in front of her, bend down and pick up a book from the ground, then handed it to her, and whispered, "Your book has fallen." ”

Si Qi: "......"

She took the book embarrassedly, and wanted to slap herself immediately, but she walked 108,000 miles away, but she still pretended to be indifferent, laughed dryly, and asked, "Are you sleepy?"

Shi Jing didn't retreat, he still stood next to her, and shook his head silently.

Si Qi flipped through the book casually, taking advantage of this time to clean up the fragments of memories that were running around in her head, and after a while, she remembered to look at the time, hey, unconsciously two hours later, she scratched the book and asked, "Are you really okay if you don't sleep?"

Shi Jing tugged at the corners of his mouth, and the corners of his eyes fluttered: "I often don't sleep all night." ”

Si Qi was stunned, "Don't sleep?

Shi Jing nodded silently.

Tsk, what a good boy who likes to read, no wonder he can be the president of the general office, it turns out that people use Buffett's work and rest time.

Immediately at 0:00, there are at least seven hours left before getting up, it is too long, almost dare not think about how to spend the time, Si Qi unconsciously stared at the book in his hand, and saw the "One Hundred and Eighty Ways of Asking Ghosts" on the cover, his mind may be disturbed by memory, and he suddenly twitched, blurted out: "Long night, since we have no intention of sleeping, why don't we come to play games?"

Shi Jing's eyes widened suddenly, and after almost a minute, he nodded in hindsight, and said, "Okay... Okay..."

Si Qi, who consciously thought of a good way to pass the time, breathed a sigh of relief, raised the book in his hand, and asked with a smile: "Do you believe that there are ghosts in this world?"

Shi Jing: "......"

He didn't understand why she could casually poke at the most unspeakable side of his life?

Si Qi lowered his head and flipped through the book, and it took a while to find the page he wanted to read, pointing to the content of that chapter and saying: "When I was a child, I often saw this method in books, that is, at twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, turn off the light, sit in front of the mirror and comb my hair and eat apples, you can see ghosts, but I have never believed that there are ghosts in this world, most of them are imagined by people, but I have never had the opportunity to verify my ideas." ”

Shi Jing's eyes looked at her without blinking, there was no expression on his face, and his pupils were not as uncertain as before, but as if he was frozen by something, and he didn't move for a while.

Seeing that he was silent, Si Qi secretly swallowed his saliva, and raised his head casually and asked, "Have you tried?"

Shi Jing slowly turned his gaze to the book, his hand tightening his pants, his fingertips were a little pale because he was too hard, in fact, all the content of this book, he had already memorized it many years ago, and he had thought about those verification methods countless times in his mind, and even carved them into his soul, countless times in his dreams, but he had never tried them.

Because, afraid.

He doesn't know if there are ghosts in this world, he dreams of wanting to know whether there are so-called ghosts in this world, whether people will continue to wander in this world after death, whether love and hatred, grievances and hatred will end with death, these problems have almost tormented him for seventeen years, his bookshelf not only has "One Hundred and Eighty Ways of Asking Ghosts", but also many books that can be collected at home and abroad to ask spirits and find ghosts, and even a guide to inviting ghosts, but even though he simulates countless times in his mind, he never dares to try.

Because, afraid.

Unexpectedly, the things that he longed for and feared, and entangled him day and night for seventeen years, were actually brought up by the person in front of him, in such a relaxed way.

Sure enough, I have no shame in my heart, and I am not afraid of ghosts in the world.

At this time, these things that he never dared to declare were placed in front of him without warning, and with him nodding, he might be able to know the final answer.

But what kind of answer did he want?

Do people become ghosts when they die?

Or is life like smoke, and there is no trace in the world?

For a moment, countless thoughts poured into his mind, which soon caused a short circuit, causing him to feel slightly dizzy.

He unconsciously put his hands behind his back and clenched them into fists, until his nails sank deep into the flesh and the piercing pain hit, and then he moved his almost stiff neck and shook his head gently.

No, no, he didn't dare.

His lips quivered silently, and his voice was stuck in his chest.

Si Qi seemed to have guessed the answer, so she smiled slightly, a glimmer of light appeared in her clean and soft eyes, and her voice was extremely low and soft, stirring his stiff nerves, giving him infinite temptation: "Then are you interested in trying?"

Interested?

Since the age of seventeen, he almost dreamed of trying things, but never dared to try them, and she even asked him if he was interested?

Shi Jing's fingers tightened, his entire chest trembled and shrunk into a ball, and he kept jumping up and down, wanting to jump out of his throat, away from his dying body, the blood in his body was also boiling, making him a little out of breath for a while, and he saw more and more thin air tormenting his nerves, his mind was blank, almost frozen in place, and his palms were unconsciously full of cold sweat.

I don't know how long it took, maybe it was the person in front of him who was too calm and confident, which made him overcome the fear that had tormented him for more than ten years, or maybe her eyes were too bright and dazzling, enough to dispel the darkness and shadows, or maybe it was the look of interest on her face that made him unbearable and didn't want to refuse, and it was more likely that he didn't dare to refuse, and countless complicated emotions made him nod again.

As long as she proposed it, he didn't want to refuse.

Si Qi immediately glanced at the time, put the book on the bed excitedly, and said with a smile: "There are ten minutes before 0 o'clock, it is a godsend, there is no mirror in your room, and there is no apple, you wait here, I will steal an apple, and by the way, I will steal the mirror and comb in the bathroom." As soon as the words fell, she had already floated out briskly, as if she couldn't wait to play this game.

Shi Jing was thrown in the room by her, and the whole room immediately showed the original coldness and emptiness, he stood silently for a while, then bent down and picked up the book, turned to the page that Si Qi had just pointed to, and gently rubbed the words on it, after a while, the five fingers slowly tightened, and then made a fist, the green tendons on the back of his hand burst out, and soon the palm of his hand oozed crimson blood stains, he was stunned, and hurriedly threw the book back on the bed, trying to find something to wipe the dazzling red.

It's a pity that he was too nervous and frightened, so that his heart rate soared to one hundred and eight in an instant, his legs were stiff and weak, and he didn't listen to him at all, and when he heard Si Qi's footsteps, he wiped his two hands on his pants hard.

"Found it, it's just three minutes away. Si Qi entered the door, went straight to the desk, propped a mirror on the desk, then put down her long hair, draped it on her shoulders casually, took off her shoes and sat cross-legged on the wooden chair, and when everything was ready, she looked back at Shi Jing, and pretended to be excited and said: "You turn off the light, and then find a place to stay still, soon, the book says that if there is no ghost in the mirror in five minutes, it will be over." After a pause, she seemed to comfort him: "Actually, I don't believe that there are ghosts in this world at all, just verify it." ”

Five minutes!

Five minutes......

Shi Jing's hand couldn't help but clench into a fist, and only when he touched the wound did he suddenly come back to his senses, hurriedly walked to the door and turned off the light, the window of his bedroom had already been sealed, and the bookcase to the top was placed inside, and now as soon as the light was turned off, the small room suddenly fell into a dead silence.

He subconsciously took two steps back, stood with his entire back close to the door, and then stared straight ahead with bated breath, but unfortunately it was pitch black in front of him, and he couldn't see his five fingers.

The room was silent, and he couldn't even hear the sound of breathing, originally this was the environment he was most familiar with, the prison where he had lived for seventeen years, but somehow, at this moment, he felt frightened from the bones, every cold hair stood up like a frying hair, the blood boiled, and he slammed left and right in the fragile blood vessels, and his brain fell into a hypoxic situation again, so that his whole mind was frozen.