The study career of the third year of high school can be said to be a mixture of blood and sweat. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 The weight of info pressure is as heavy as 10,000 tons of steel, plus my usual grades are average, and it is even more miserable to tutor, but fortunately, there is a high-IQ student at home, which more or less makes up for these shortcomings. The third year of high school was very peaceful, perhaps because I was too immersed in the scope of my studies and neglected many things.

Before I knew it, half a year had passed. Yi Shuihan is still like that, with a cold face, but he still says hello to us occasionally. During this period, Grandpa Hu and Miao Po came to the provincial capital several times and lived at home for a while, and I seemed to have returned to the happy times when I was a child. During the days with them, the family was often full of laughter, during which Lin Yao often ran here, and asked Grandpa Hu some bizarre questions, most of which were about gods and ghosts, of course, Zhang Lin also sat aside and listened quietly, and from time to time he would say a word or two. In addition to helping me with tutoring, Bai Xuanzhi spent the rest of his time chatting with Grandpa Hu, the content they talked about was too profound, I listened to it and half-understood, and I also asked Bai Xuanzhi afterwards, he patiently explained to me, I also know the general idea, and I don't seem to understand.

Time is like an arrow, and this sentence is really not wrong. Looking back on the past process, it is as if it was just yesterday, far and near, vague and profound, and suddenly looking back, many people and many things, only to realize that they have stayed in my life. I came in a hurry, leaving only a plain description in the fragments of my memory. Whenever I close my eyes, many people's faces ripple in my mind.

Summer is the season I hate the most, for no reason, I just don't like sticky sweat, and the air from the exhaust of the car, and the never-ending stuffiness, as if it will pickle people alive. Summer, it is another slow and helpless day, especially in the dull classroom listening to the teacher on the podium foaming at the mouth of the college entrance examination exercises, repeating over and over again, every day is either a small test or a unit test, listening to my brain is at a loss, but I can't do anything, I can only follow the teacher's review progress, hard work. Zhang Lin was afraid that we would burn our bodies, all kinds of supplements, add another bottle of milk before going to bed, and eat so much every day that there is no longer meat, and Lin Yao is often amused by this matter. I don't think so, anyway, there is still an indescribable joy in my heart, which girl likes to grow meat?

The life of the third year of high school is that when others are on vacation, you still have to tutor, and when others go to school, you have to double the tutoring. Day after day, exercise books were completed one after another, and test papers were tested one after another. However, my hard work paid off, and with the fact that I had a treasure at home, I was able to outperform thousands of troops, and my grades improved. As the weather heated, the fire in the furnace reached its peak on the burning summer day, as if the fire of the sun was about to consume the whole world, and it was ruthlessly sprinkled with burning fire on the earth. At this time, the day of the college entrance examination came. After a year of hard work, we walked into the examination room, wrote the ode to youth, bid farewell to the shy career, and wrote another departure.

It wasn't until I finished the exam that I was relieved. After the exam, my mind was blank and I couldn't think of anything. Is this a sequelae of overuse of the brain? Finally, say goodbye to the bitter career of the third year of high school.

Bai Xuanyi's face was calm, and he couldn't see any loss or excitement on his face. That look actually touched a memory in my heart, and this expression seemed familiar. He didn't say, and I didn't ask. Walking on the way home, it was past six o'clock in the afternoon. The sun is still burning, and it doesn't cool for a moment.

In this old-fashioned street and alley, the corners of the streets, the walls facing the street, and the telephone poles that stand are full of small advertisements or scribbled advertising slogans. There are rental houses, driver's license deduction points, moving downwind, and even connecting to the toilet advertisements are all over the place, and even more outrageous are those small advertisements for interest-free loans, they are everywhere, covering telephone poles, spreading in the corridors, varied, ever-changing, all kinds of leaflets are thrown on the ground, covering the road to be walked underfoot, sometimes walking on the road, but it feels unreal. Our area is an old residential area, and after the bend, there is a small alley that has been hidden by high-rise buildings all the year round, this road is rarely passed, and it looks gloomy and hideous. I would only choose this path when I had no choice but to do so, and under normal circumstances, I would not dare to walk alone. This path passed, and then turned around, and soon arrived at the entrance of the community. Normally, though, I'd rather take another alley, at least it's not so intoxicating, and although it's a few turns and a little longer, it's much safer than this frightening path. I walked to the intersection, saw a piece of advertising paper under my feet, squatted down, picked it up, and looked at the contents: Interest-free loans!

Unexpectedly, the advertising paper did not fall into the trash can, but a gust of wind blew, and the paper drifted into the gloomy alley with the wind. This alley has a title, it seems to be called Taiping Road Intersection. The name also sounds weird.

When I arrived at the community, I exchanged a few words with the security guards, and went upstairs, followed by Bai Xuanzhi. Last week, Zhang Lin and Lin Yao went to other provinces to assist in the investigation of a homicide case and have not yet returned, and it is estimated that they will have to wait for three or four days to finish. However, I'm used to it, and I don't feel much lonely when I have someone at home anyway.

I opened the door, went into the house, opened the refrigerator and took out some ingredients, went to the kitchen, and pretended to make a meal. While eating, I suddenly remembered the gloomy path, and couldn't help but ask Bai Xuanzhi, he just told me not to get close to that path as much as possible, unless he was there, otherwise a person of my physique would be easily entangled in those things.

As soon as I heard this, I immediately lifted my spirits. Recently, the number of ghost sightings has decreased a lot, and I don't know if it's because I'm staying with Bai Xuanzhi. Perhaps, he secretly helped me clear up a lot of trouble, but he didn't tell me.

Well, I don't really want to bother with those troubles anyway. It is difficult for me to overcome them with my strength, and of course these tasks are carried out by professional Taoist priests. Can't I provoke and hide? Those ghosts, no matter how much they come into contact with, the fear never wanes. Perhaps people are more and more fearful of the unknown.