I don't know where Chambers called the van, and it was sent directly to us to the train station. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info saw that the person was still very respectful to Qian Bo, obviously, it is estimated that Qian Bo had been kind to his family before. As for Uncle Chamber's house, he said that he had asked his acquaintances to watch it, and he would go over to clean it when he had time, presumably Uncle Qian was also a respected person in the village. The person who sent us here brought some home-made dry goods from home by the way, and stuffed them into Chamber, but Zhang Lin, who was on the side, was afraid of missing the train stop time, so he helped accept it. Looking at the black hole of the train, somehow, a spontaneous sense of loss came to my heart again, is this the thought of parting?

The railroad tracks around it, as if separated by another world, always have an unpredictable mystery, bursting with some kind of temptation between you or me. After a while, the train slowly entered the station, stopped at the side, and strangers got on and off the train, hurrying by. No one notices us, or, for us, too. There is more of this strange indifference in this world. I stepped on the stopped train, followed the seat number, and sat down quietly. Bai Xuanzhi also sat next to me with a smile, I don't know if it was intentional or accidental, why did he sit next to me every time?

When the time came, the train let out a deafening scream, presumably to remind the "people" in the darkness that it was about to leave. Looking at the fleeting scenery, the sky seems to become less clear, and the dark clouds drifting from nowhere, pressing heavily on this quiet place, giving people a feeling of breathlessness. Seeing that all three of them closed their eyes and recuperated, I gradually felt a little tired. The brain was even more obedient to this tiredness, and after a while, the eyelids unconsciously closed up. Lying in the dark, the bone-deep emptiness instantly became clear, mixed with other inexplicable information, I don't know what kind of dream I had, when I woke up, I found myself sweating and soaking through my clothes, perhaps, I had a terrible nightmare. I don't remember the content of the dream, but I can only vaguely search for a certain voice, saying something to me. I pressed my temple hard, my head hurt, it hurt like a tear, but no matter how much I recalled, I couldn't remember the contents of the dream. In desperation, I had no choice but to give up.

Wiping the sweat droplets oozing from my forehead with my hand, I looked at Bai Xuanzhi in a daze, his face was calm, it seemed that he had a good dream. Looking at Chambers again, he made a slight snoring sound, presumably from a deep sleep. And Zhang Lin, who was leaning next to Qian Bo, seemed to be sleeping a little unsteadily, although his eyes were closed, but his two eyes were constantly rolling, was he having some nightmare? Maybe like me, he was haunted by some nightmare. Cold sweat was running down his cheeks, and it felt like he was in pain in his dreams. I couldn't bear to look at him like this anymore, so I got up and pushed him hard, and he woke up from his dream, his eyes dazed, like a soulless shell. In the dim light, he was more like he had been intimidated by some kind of demonic spirit.

I cautiously asked, "Uncle Zhang, are you okay?, did you have some nightmare?" Perhaps pulled back to reality by my voice, he carefully touched his cheek, wiped the cold sweat from his face, and spared his hair, as if he was remembering something. After a while, he glanced at me very gratefully, Zhang Lin sighed, and said slowly: "If you hadn't woken me up just now, I'm afraid I would have been haunted by nightmares and couldn't wake up." After a pause, he seemed to be talking to himself, "But I can't remember what I dreamed about." What is it? Why not the slightest impression. He clutched his head, his expression a little pained, his lips opening and closing and muttering to himself. He spoke so quietly that I couldn't hear what he was saying, maybe he kept repeating what he had just said. Shall I say something to comfort him? But what should I say? Aren't he and I the same people who are haunted by nightmares? I smiled helplessly at the thought of this.

The air is getting muddy, giving the false feeling that it is difficult to catch your breath. Suddenly curious, I stood up slightly, and caught it with my eyes left and right, and everyone fell asleep, sitting and lying in various positions that they thought were comfortable, except for the rumbling of the train. Soon, I was quickly led into a dark tunnel, and it was dark in front of me. The eyes that couldn't adapt to it for a while, forced them to close, and when I opened my eyes again, a figure appeared in front of me, she was dressed in white, her closed eyes suddenly opened quickly, what kind of eyes were they, a pair of red stained red by blood, and the unstoppable red liquid kept falling down, her face was full of painful expressions, and suddenly her lips squirmed, as if she was saying something to me, what was it? Although she was screaming hoarsely, her throat could not make any sound as if it was clogged with date pits. I pricked up my ears, and no matter how carefully I looked, I couldn't hear anything. She looked a little anxious, and just as she was about to lean a little further, the light around her returned. I looked ahead again, and there was no emptiness, and there was still the figure of the female ghost.

I kept staring at the empty place, still remembering the painful expression of the female ghost just now. What was she going to say to me? Was she going to take my life, or was she going to tell me to flee this place? The question marks in my mind were one after another, and I felt dizzy when I thought about it too much, and I suddenly remembered my dream, and looked out the window in a daze. In my dream, it seems that someone is desperately telling me something. Who is she? I searched my head again for some reliable clue, had I seen her before? I shook my head and denied the idea. In my memory, there was no such thing as a woman. Obviously, I don't know the female ghost.

Although her expression was a little strange, I couldn't think of a specific one, so I sat down, and somehow I began to get scared, and I didn't dare to stand up again, for fear of encountering those things again. I have been haunted by the strange eyes of the female ghost, and I can't tell what the female ghost's eyes are trying to express, whether it is good or malicious? Asking for help or inquiry? I was still terrified in my heart, and a burst of sorrow spread out, and I couldn't go away for a long time.

Zhang Lin, who was sitting opposite, also returned to his normal state at this time, and he was indeed a person who had passed through the world. He threw me a good-natured smile and didn't speak. Immediately, he turned his head and stared out the window, looking at the fleeting sights. The sky, still gloomy gray. The air in the train became darker and damper, clear and cloudy. Along the way, except for the sound of the wheels grinding against the rails, the whistling wind as the train passed through the tunnel, and the shouting of people arriving at the station, there were no other special sounds, including the female ghost, which no longer appeared in my dreams or appeared in front of my eyes. Was the appearance of this female ghost an accident? I think so.

Zhang Lin closed his eyes again, and this time he slept much more peacefully. Bai Xuanzhi, who was sitting next to me, had his eyes closed from beginning to end, in fact, I admired him a little, and he had a good sleep all the way. The train departed again, and there was silence all around.