Meng Shu stared at Han Mo's unpredictable water for a long time, causing Zhu Chi to sulk beside him. She was puzzled, but when she saw the little boy staring at her alone, she thought it was very funny, and said with added oil, "Isn't it pretty? What lovely water." Han Mo can control water, but I can't, this is not my attribute in the first place. It's not like human knowledge, if you practice it twice, you will naturally know how to use it. ”

"What's so magical about that, what do you want to see?" Zhu Chi looked at Meng Shu with a dissatisfied expression, as if she could conjure it up even if she wanted to see the hydra spewing with anger.

Meng Shu was amused by him, "What would you write, but show me?" As he spoke, the two left the crowd and went upstairs to the private corridor space, "Come on......"

Zhu Chi was not convinced, but he didn't know what to conjure up to be superior to that person. Thinking of the foreign novel that I flipped through in a daze last night, I had an idea, and a red fire "brushed-" hit the big closet in the corner. It was an old piece of furniture carved in oil wood with the Virgin Mary and Jesus carved on it. Suddenly, the cabinet clanged, and Meng Shu involuntarily took two steps back.

"What's the situation!" she glanced at Zhu Chi.

He tilted his head and asked her to open the door herself.

Meng Shu hesitated, and Zhu Chi seemed to be aggrieved and deliberately whispered to Meng Shu: "You are still reluctant to give me back the reindeer in the morning......

Meng Shu thought about it, indeed, what kind of cow ghost and snake god could he conjure up to scare himself? What kind of moth could the immortal god's lack of imagination be? She stepped forward calmly, "Squeak-" opened the heavy cabinet door, there were originally some books and antiques inside, but now it looked like a bottomless abyss, and there seemed to be a whistling wind and a faint moan from the bottom of the sea, like a magic spell, calling Meng Shu's name.

Meng Shu was not afraid, with a light click of his fingers, the small flames crackled and flew in like fireworks.

"Poof-" Suddenly, it was extinguished again.

"What have you changed?" she asked, looking back.

Suddenly, a cool breeze swept the pebbles and flew towards her. The hand holding the door frame was cold, something crossed, "What the hell!" she was about to call out, when she saw a cloud of black snakes crawling from her fingertips to her wrists. The cabinet was black and hollow, and suddenly a figure slowly emerged from the thick and black pool of water.

The man was pale, his hair was wet, his eyes were closed, and half of his face was still distorted from the flames. The person in the closet slowly opened his eyes, the bottom of his eyes was red, and his pupils were purple. The way she smiled was exactly the same as Meng Shu's, revealing cold and cold.

Her shoulders also gently emerged from the mire, covered with hideous scars, writhing on her body like centipedes. She gently softened: "Meng Shu." ”

Meng Shu looked at the person in the cabinet with a strange expression.

"Who are you?"

"I'm you. ”

Zhu Chi originally sat next to him and wanted to watch a good show, but he noticed that Meng Shu's expression was becoming more and more unbelievable. He got inspiration from yesterday's foreign novels, and wanted to conjure up the most fearful things in people's hearts, so that he could also take a good look at what Meng Shu, or a demon for thousands of years, would be afraid of.

Is it the fear of spiders and insects like a little girl? Or is there some ulterior motive?

But the expression on Meng Shu's face was obviously not the kind of screaming he wanted, in fear, it was sadness, entanglement, and confusion.

He leaned over and glanced into the closet, but shouted, "Why are you in the closet!" and turned his head to look at Meng Shu again, and as he spoke, he snatched her hand from the cabinet door and slammed the cabinet door shut. Leaving Meng Shu alone to murmur in place and repeat: "I'm you......" She felt a sudden discomfort in her heart, and fear spread in every vein. That's what I'm most afraid of - being enchanted.

Uncontrolled, no reason.

Forget the past, there is no future.

Meng Shu's throat was dry and hot, her shoulders trembled slightly, and her hands didn't know where to help. Zhu Chi noticed her abnormality, and hurriedly clenched her wrist and said, "What's wrong?"

"What's that?"

He smiled embarrassedly: "I thought you would be scared, but I don't know what happened." I just wanted to reflect the fear in your heart, but I found you standing in the cupboard by yourself. Maybe it's not you...... It's just that at first glance it looks very similar, but it is different. Look at that hideous look, it's so weird to laugh......"

Meng Shu hadn't returned to the real world in a trance, and her heart was in chaos. That kind of self, strange and familiar, like a flower that has begun to rot from the inside, there is no fresh and full juice, but rotten blood.

She swallowed and whispered, "I'm a little dizzy." ”

Zhu Chi also felt that he had made a big mistake, and his voice softened. "I was wrong...... Next time, let's change flowers and send beautiful women......" He buried the doubts in his heart in the depths. In fact, when Zhu Chi saw the person in the cabinet for the first time, he chuckled in his heart, as if he had been shackled. In an instant, my hands and feet were cold, and I wanted to flee quickly.

Meng Shu was amused by his appearance: "Okay." ”

She went back to the house and saw the reindeer resting on her grass-green blanket. Gently lying on its back, Meng Shu relaxed and closed his eyes to rest.

Outside the window, the moon is full and the clouds are gone.

Shuang Lang sat in Han Mo's co-pilot and galloped all the way down from the high speed. She opened the window and smelled the green mountains and green water. Han Mo's hand was on the steering wheel, and when he waited for the red light, he would look sideways at Shuanglang with a look of enjoyment, and then he lightly hooked the corners of his mouth. She smiled and said, "I haven't had a vacation for a long time, and I've been busy with work. If it weren't for Meng Shu being a customer who didn't have a lot to do and had enough money, I wouldn't have been so relaxed at all. I also wanted to see the suburbs, but unfortunately I can't drive. ”

She opened her heart and babbled her story.

Han Mo said, "If you like it, I'll drive you out every week to breathe." ”

Shuanglang's face flushed, and he smirked at the stars in the night sky. The melodious piano music in the car is accompanied by the cool evening breeze after autumn, and the bells on the hair on Shuanglang's head are like a soundtrack.

The two got out of the car next to a lake. The lake is quiet, and the mountains in the distance are misty and misty.

She got out of the car excitedly. Han Mo lowered his head slightly, looking at the back of her long skirt. The headlights of the car illuminated the water, and there were gray carp swimming through it.

Shuang Lang casually found a big rock and sat down, and Han Mo took out a bottle of Belgian cherry fruit wine and a can of German dark beer from the trunk. The two were side by side, only 10 centimeters close.

"Actually, I rarely go to the water's edge, I'm afraid of water. ”