57. The soul is not gone

There is a saying that "you can disbelieve in metaphysics, but don't challenge it".

It seems that since the beginning of the Lunar New Year, Miss Jiang felt that she had handed in bad luck, at first she didn't believe in evil, and then some unlucky things happened one after another, which couldn't help but make her, a person who believes in science, also began to doubt life, is it really Tai Sui in the natal year?

First of all, on the first day back to school, I fell in the corridor of the dormitory, just like the exaggerated plot in "Cat and Mouse", the whole person slid down the stairs like a slide, fortunately the number of steps in the stairs was small, otherwise I would have to break the root of my tail.

After three or five days, the bruises on her back caused by the fall subsided slightly, but Miss Jiang's whole person was still in a state of unstoppable.

When soaking cereal, tear open the bag of cereal, pour it into the trash, then sit back at the desk with a glass of boiled water, and after a while, my heart is full of questions, hmm? How did my cereal become plain water?

I wanted to cook myself a bowl of instant noodles at night, but the water was boiling and the noodles were cooked, and when I finally ate it, I realized that I had forgotten to put a salt packet.

The weirder thing is still to come, she went shopping and entered the password of the bank card incorrectly once, and then thought that the merchant's POS machine was malfunctioning, and continued to enter the wrong password twice, and only realized that she had memorized the password of another card when the card was locked.

March 1, midnight.

Under the influence of humid ocean currents, the country began to have a rainy climate again.

Unlike London, which is a cosmopolitan city, Norwich has quiet nights, while the University of East Anglia campus on the far corner of the city is even quieter. The street lamps on campus have a retro feel of the industrial revolution era, silently guarding their defense zones, the wind blows from time to time, and the fine rain sways irregularly in the dim light.

In the room, Miss Jiang was lying on her side and sleeping on the bed, even if she was asleep, her eyebrows were slightly furrowed.

Recently, bad luck has been bad for a while, bad luck and evil ghosts are haunting her, plus the school has opened a new course, which is particularly profound and obscure, and several things have accumulated, making her physically and mentally exhausted, but she is also stubborn, quietly wiping away her tears alone, and continuing to grit her teeth and move forward, not complaining to anyone. This is quite similar to Han Fei, they are both masters of reporting good news and not bad news.

"Whew-"

A high-pitched, shrill siren broke the silence of the night.

Miss Jiang had been sleeping lightly, but as soon as she heard the alarm outside, she jumped up from the bed, and in a moment, the whole building was boiling.

"Fire?"

She muttered, quickly got dressed, stepped on her slippers and ran out, and people ran out of the corridor one after another, everyone's image was very messy, people who slept lightly like her were dressed neatly, and some people were probably frightened, and came out in a nightgown.

"Whew-"

The alarm was still ringing, everyone ran out of the building in a panic, the corridor was chaotic, the beautiful legs and jade arms flew together, the nightgown was the same color as slippers, as the crowd poured out of the dormitory building, the wind and rain outside, a group of people shivered in the bleak spring cold.

After a while, the school's security personnel checked the room from the fire alarm, and it turned out that a student was secretly smoking in the room, and was detected by the smoke alarm on the ceiling.

Although the alarm was lifted, but there was no peace in the world, everyone was shaking and scolding into the dormitory building, if everyone's grievances could be embodied into a torch, the smoking buddy is estimated to have been burned to ashes, and the English scolding vocabulary is still lacking, nothing more than the F prefix, the S prefix, replaced by the Celestial Empire, but not with the genitals as the center, all female relatives for the radius indiscriminate strafing.

The corridor lights and emergency lights were on, the colors of the lights overlapped, and it looked very mottled, and Miss Jiang walked at the end of the crowd, her face was as cold as water, her lips were tightly pursed, and she didn't say a word.

Walking to the grooming mirror at the corner of the stairs, she couldn't help but look at herself in the mirror, her eyes were slightly swollen, the corners of her eyes drooped, and her hair had been wet with rain, part of it was tightly stained on her forehead, and part of it was irregularly blooming, and her whole temperament seemed to be very depressed.

The coat is also semi-wet and not dry, it is cool and silky on the body, not warm at all, she simply took off the coat, a section of the arm was exposed, the cold wind blew, a layer of fine goosebumps rose, she looked at herself in the mirror, the corners of her mouth first pulled back contemptuously, and then the smile froze on her face.

Boom, it seems as if something is breaking apart.

Kicking, kicking, kicking, Miss Jiang leaned on the handrail and walked upstairs, every step was very heavy, her breathing became more and more rapid, her emotions seemed to be suppressed to a critical point, somehow, the road back to the room today seemed extraordinarily long.

Maybe it's three minutes, maybe it's five minutes, the rain outside is getting heavier and heavier, the wind is blowing harder, the raindrops hit the window obliquely, banging, Miss Jiang finally walked to her room, numbly took out the key in her coat pocket and opened the door.

The collapse of modern man is a silent collapse. It looks normal, it can laugh, it can play, and it can socialize. On the surface, it is calm, but in fact the bad things in the heart have accumulated to a certain extent, and there will be no slamming doors and smashing things, no tears or hysteria. But maybe it accumulates to the extreme in a second, and he doesn't speak, he doesn't really collapse, he doesn't really want to live, and he doesn't dare to die.

Back in the room, locked the door like a programme, Miss Jiang lay down on the bed in a dejected manner, the bed squeaked to the ground, she buried her face deep in the pillow, and her head was covered with a quilt, at this moment, she finally cried, there was no sound, just gritted her teeth and wept.

Unlucky, unlucky, one bad thing after another, like taking a small hammer and constantly hitting the heart of what she thought was the rock, and finally, after reaching the limit of fatigue, the stone fell apart.

Life is like that, after giving you a left hook, you'll be given another set of right hook and downpercut combos, and maybe you'll only pay a sigh when you look back on a dark time long after, but when you're going through it, you really feel like the sky has fallen.

Later, the rain also stopped, the tears were also stopped, and the room was dark, except for an orange lamp. Her favorite color is pink, and she's always been a fan of cool-toned lights, especially when she's alone.

Miss Jiang got up from the quilt and sat on the edge of the bed in a daze, staring blankly at the wall, her mind empty.

After a while, she shook her stiff neck and walked over to her desk to turn on the computer, where the time in the lower right corner showed a few numbers.

04:37，2010/3/1。

I didn't bring my mobile phone when I ran out of the room, I didn't know the time at all, and I cried when I went back to the room, but I didn't expect it to be like this. Drying her half-wet hair with a towel, tying it back again, and tying a ponytail with a rubber band, she clicked on her browser and went straight to her blog.

Browse the blog directory, the first is the happy time in China, and then it is in the UK to see and complain, and then there are a few blog posts that are vague to show affection, although I didn't send a photo on it, but the taste of love is revealed between the lines.

Looking at the cheerful and smooth words in those blog posts, Miss Jiang was suddenly pinched in her heart, in fact, she has always been reluctant to pour bitter water with others, even if it is Han Fei, but today she feels inexplicably vulnerable.

"At this time, there should have been lunch in China, four plus eight equals twelve, that's right. Miss Jiang muttered to herself.

She unlocked her phone, clicked on the call log, looked at the name at the top, and began to hesitate in her heart, her finger hovered above the dial key, moved away, and put it back on, repeating it several times.