The sleeves were stacked on his arm, and the night ember shouted Yizhen: "My arm is weak, you can help me pull it." Product = book/net Yizhen took the clothes and was covered by a backhand. Ember pulled the hem of her clothes down, and the two of them froze together into amber as if they had been hit by dripping resin.

Yizhen's head barely reached the chest of the night embers, and he stuck his head on him, twisting and struggling from side to side, and finally got his head out of the collar. Ember almost laughed: "Ah, this is fun." ”

Yizhen couldn't beat him, and the night embers laughed even more happily. Yizhen glared at him: "How old is you, you still look like a child, let go of this seat and spare you from dying." ”

He reached out and knocked a chestnut on her head, and Yizhen took a step back, laughing shamelessly, and couldn't stop naughty: "Ahhh Yizhen shouted crisply: "My wings are coming out!!"

Nightash gave a clear look: "Why don't you turn into a butterfly and fly away?" she twisted: "Because I can't bear you." ”

The two quarreled for a while, and Yizhen went to take a bath, and after taking a shower, he went back to his room to revise and improve the painting, and showed it to Night Ash: "What do you think of this painting?"

He took a closer look: "This cherry blossom painting is very beautiful, it feels like a classic shot in Japanese comics." ”

"Which of the three do you like best?"

Ember thought for a moment, "I still like that little Voldemort. Yizhen glanced at him: "Your taste is tricky enough." He tilted his head and smiled beautifully: "Fortunately, I don't know how to draw."

"Huh?"

"There's no other scenery in your eyes but you, and you don't have to starve to death. ”

Yizhen smiled and hooked his neck, and Ember leaned over to kiss her. With his back to the lamp, the scene resembles the shadow of a mountain. With the black hair and black eyes, it sank and sank like a deep pool.

"I suddenly remembered that sentence from Neruda's poetry book. Yizhen chuckled: "I love you here, even if the horizon hides you in vain." I still love you in the midst of this cold thing. Sometimes my kiss goes on a heavy ship, across the ocean, and it never stops......"

Night Ember stared at Yizhen, feeling a little embarrassed that the atmosphere was good: "The ball game is about to start, I'll leave first, you continue to be busy." He let go of his hand, turned around and went out without looking back.

Yizhen was stunned in place, and he didn't react for a while. Cover your hands and feet and step forward, secretly open the door a crack, and fix your eyes on the sofa, this thing is actually playing with bean sprouts to cut fruit?

The night was too quiet.

Dapeng tossed and turned and couldn't sleep, suspecting that the square-faced man was done by Yizhen and Liang Xi, who else would they be?

When he thought about it, he complained, thinking that he would leave the cards when he saw Yizhen tomorrow, saying that he couldn't stay anymore, but after a few tosses, he felt that it didn't work: he hadn't seen his parents want to take their children away, and Mei Renxing wouldn't let him go at all.

As he was struggling, there was a stack of howls from outside the corridor, crying a few times and laughing maniacally, a loud race, and the ups and downs echoed. The whole dormitory was awakened, and one person proposed, "Do you want to go out and have a look?"

"You're going to go yourself. One of them lazily returned, and went back to sleep. Dapeng glanced in the direction of the man, and Nahan could actually sleep like this.

"Listening to this voice, it's like a cultural exhibition. ”

"I listen to it as a literary exhibition. ”

"Why don't we go and have a look?" Dapeng suggested, and the two of them were silent again. Sitting quietly on the bed in the dark night, listening quietly with the quilt on his head, only the silhouette could be seen faintly, and they were two black bells who were hoarse by fear.

"I was wrong! I really know I was wrong!"

The voice didn't move any further, but there was another knocking sound, and it slammed into the ground like an echo of another world, and with each smash, Dapeng's heart collapsed.

The Wenzhan was facing Wan Chao's dormitory: "I was wrong! I was wrong! I won't take the Ph.D. exam! I'm going to get married!"

He struggled to pounce and knock on the door: "Will you marry me?" shouted a few times and laughed secretly: "I'll take you away tomorrow......"

Wan Chao was closest to the door, but others didn't hear it, so he heard it, and he couldn't help fighting, covering his ears tightly, and shouting in his mouth: "Amitabha Amitabha Amitabha Amitabha ......"

Listening to it and it seemed to be silent again, Wan Chao opened his mouth and hesitated to let go of his ears. Darkness, a hand peeked out of the window, and the whole universe fell silent.

Wan Chao had never been so bold, he poked his head out, pinched his breath, and opened the door with a bang. When he saw that the black shadow was gone, he was relieved, and when he looked down, he saw a black shadow crawling on the ground. A bright white light shone abruptly, revealing a pale face, and dark red blood gurgled down his head, flowing through the two staring eyes, and winding all the way to the soles of his feet.

The administrator was also stunned, and shouted angrily in a low voice: "What are you still doing in a daze!

"Help?" Wan Chao's frightened soul was gone, and he closed the door and hurried over, smelling a smell of alcohol on the administrator's body.

Pound for a while. The man asked Wan Chao to lift Wenzhan's two legs. With a flashlight in his mouth, he passed his hands under Wenzhan's armpits. Wan Chao squinted his eyes, that face was too terrifying, and now his mind was white, and he didn't know what horror was.

The iron gate was opened, and the night wind whistled halfway up the mountain. Wan Chao walked in front of him, like a ghost who only went home to dream. He tried to think of something extraneous: it wasn't true, it was just a dream. But the real horror scene pounced on him from all directions, and he quickly shook his head and threw everything out of his mind.

The two of them carried the person to the back mountain. The man took off the flashlight, sat on the mound, and commanded Wan Chao to take off Wenzhan's coat and burn it. Then he asked him to dig out a shovel and dig a hole behind the bushes on the opposite side. Throw Wenzhan into a pit and bury it.

The caretaker looked around, lit a lighter, and flames burst into his face. The leaves of the mountains were tossed and turned, enveloped in the moonlight, splashing a little silver light.

"Do you know what to say and do when you go back?", he was not interested in Wan Chao's expression, and let go of the lighter with a "ping-pong". Wan Chao nodded repeatedly: "I don't know anything." He gave him a cigarette and said, "Come back when you're done." ”

Wan Chao hid the shovel in the bushes while holding a cigarette: Why do you want to hide a shovel here? Could it be that there is a person buried under the mound where the caretaker sits? He was startled by this thought, turned around and left.

When the caretaker saw him return, he snatched the cigarette from his mouth and threw it on the mound opposite. The orange-red flame struggled to brighten up, and then dimmed again. Wan Chao followed without looking back, and it was cold and dark behind him.

Mr. Night and Miss Yi