Snow fell from the sky, it was the first snow of the winter of 2016, and the scattered snowflakes fell on my palms, and by the faint light of the street lamps, they became shiny. The thin layer of silver on the street www.biquge.info slowed my pace, and it was almost early in the morning, and I didn't panic about a girl like me, who was used to walking at night.

My name is Lu Wei, I stayed in the north after graduating from university, I like the snow here, they are elves falling from the sky, pure and beautiful.

During the day, I am an employee of a small company, and I only do some simple clerical work every day, and I am not tired of work, but the salary is not high. After work, I would go to work at a fast-food restaurant and wouldn't leave work until around 11 o'clock.

It's not because I'm short of money that I do two jobs, but my parents will support me every month, after all, it's a girl who is alone, it's just...

I don't like to talk to people, to be precise, I'm a bit of an autistic person, my thoughts and how to express them have always been in my brain, but when I'm facing people, I'm more willing to choose silence.

Even though I am such a person, I am afraid of being alone, and I like to watch, listen, and watch other people around me live a cheerful life every day, and that makes me happy.

There were very few cars on the road at this time, and the occasional taxi would try to stop by me to see if I would need them. But I knew that if I walked through one more traffic post, I would be in my nest, and although the room was deserted, I liked the smell, which was the smell of laundry detergent that I had picked up on the supermarket counter.

"Squeak-squeak-" The sound of the thin snow under my feet was very beautiful, and I lowered my head and continued to step on my rhythm.

"Ugh! ――――――――――" A sharp sound of brakes brought me back from my intoxication, and I looked up suddenly, and two dazzling headlights came straight in front of me.

Depend on! Am I going to cross? It looks like the scene in the novel!

Spinning, jumping, I close my eyes. I felt like a bird flying, and when I opened my eyes gently, the snowflakes drifted in front of me, and they seemed to be closer to me.

I don't think my landing will be too pretty, after all, I haven't learned any gymnastic moves. In just a few seconds, maybe my head will hit the ground first, and then I'll die ugly, right? When I was a child, I heard my grandmother say that if you have an accident, look at the shoes on your feet, and if the shoes are still worn, then it's okay, and the little ghost won't come to ask for your life.

I wonder if I'm still wearing shoes.

I heard the sound of a car engine, and the wind seemed to whizz against my body.

Want to run when you hit someone? Looks like I've met a garbage man. Hey? I can still hear the sound of the car, so that's a sign I'm okay.

It was a little difficult to prop up and sit on the snow to cool down for a while.

Seeing that I was still wearing the pair of sneakers I had just bought on my feet, my heart finally calmed down.

Fortunately, it was winter, and before my mother called to tell me, I consciously put on autumn pants, sweaters, hats, and gloves. It turns out that they can also play a life-saving role at critical moments.

The deep rut mark beside me was a record of what had just happened to me, and without this evidence I might have thought it was all my hallucination.

"Are you alright?" A magnetic male voice came overhead, and I looked up at the sky, it was a man's face, very young, but it was the same when I looked upside down.

"No, it's okay..." I patted the snow off my body, trying to stand up with one hand on the ground.

The man suddenly grabbed my other hand, and with his strength I finally left the cold ground.

"Thank you." Thanks to you, tonight's farce should be over. I thought I was unlucky and hit by an unscrupulous driver, and I didn't hurt anything anyway. Come home and take a shower, and tomorrow you will forget about these unpleasantness.

"You're in a good state of mind."

"What did you say?" I was amazed that he seemed to know what was going on in my head.

When the man walked up to me, I realized that he was much taller than me, and if I looked at him I could only look at his chest.

The man didn't answer my question, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, I just looked at him like that, and kept looking at him, it turned out that he was really a very handsome man, with thick eyebrows, deep eyes, sharp facial features, and a slight smile was so gentle.

I think I've crossed over, maybe I've worn it into a modern romance novel, and I'm the heroine in it, Gao Fushuai is crazy for me and fascinated by me, and I'm just a mediocre-looking female ** silk.

The man's smile is more obvious, is it really my delusion?

"I'm sorry, I just wanted to see if you were seriously injured, if it's okay, then I'll go."

"Oh." It turned out that I thought too much about myself, and people were kind, and when I met someone like me in the middle of the night who was in difficulty, I wanted to show my love.

Watching the man turn away, the beige trench coat became more charming between the street lamp and the snow, and the wrapped figure inside must be great.

With his hands in his pockets, he suddenly stumbled as if he was walking on the catwalk, and almost slipped.

My heart fluttered, but fortunately, the man finally stabilized his body, slowed down for a moment and continued to move forward, gradually disappearing into the vast night.

Everything was back on track and I continued to go my own way.

This kind of sudden encounter may be because I had a relationship with the man in the trench coat in my previous life, people don't often say: A few lifetimes of passing by can be exchanged for a smile in this life. The man in the trench coat had laughed at least three times just now, and it seemed that I and his previous lives had to have their shoulders scraped.

The night club brought a lot of reverie to people, and I even began to look forward to the future, and I lived a happy and beautiful life with the handsome guy in the trench coat.

"Waiting for you to come back~~ Waiting for you to come back~~" The intermittent singing voice followed the trajectory of the wind into my ears, this is an old song, I once saw on TV, a song sung by a singer in the old SH period.

Who is so immoral in the middle of the night and still plays music? I walked in the direction of the sound and wanted to take a look.

Although the song is beautiful, it is even more eerie, but for people like me, who are used to walking at night, it is never ghosts that make me feel afraid, but people. If the ghost wants to harm me, I will say loudly to it: I will not let you go if I am a ghost! If someone were trying to harm me, I don't know what I would have experienced before I became a ghost.

The dark apartment in the distance was my residence, and I didn't choose to go back, I wanted to know the origin of the song. Without an answer I could be stuck in eternal speculation, at which point I would wonder: who the hell is it? Why put this song? Is it a human or a ghost?

"The swallows on the beam have returned, the spring flowers in front of the court are blooming for you, why don't you come back, why don't you come back..." There are only towering brick walls on both sides, no lights, no moon, and the deeper you go down the road, the darker the light becomes.

What about mobile phones? I began to fumble in the pockets of my clothes, the light of my phone could illuminate the way, so I could see if there was anything.

No, there is no mobile phone in the coat pocket, is it in the trouser pocket? Hey? Or not, it can't be because I was hit by a car just now, and my phone flew out, right?

I was at a loss for what to do and trying to remember the whereabouts of my phone, when suddenly my eyes lit up.

The plaque of a store at the end of the road was suddenly lit by someone, and the flashing and scrolling subtitles clearly read four words:

There is a book house

It's the first time I've seen such a unique store name, and it's a bookstore that can be used for any bookstore.

The song seems to come from there, long and melodious.

There was endless darkness all around, and the lit book room seemed to be the only light in the middle of the night, and I, more like a moth attracted by it, step by step towards the warm light.

Through the glass door, I could see the scene inside the library, the retro decoration and layout made the whole library look extraordinarily magnificent, there seemed to be a person sitting in the rosewood wooden counter, and there were also figures next to the bookshelves in the distance.

Is it really weird? There was no light here, so were they reading in the dark?

Looking at the metal handle on the glass door, I hesitated, should I walk in or not?

There were suddenly two voices in my heart, one said: Go~~ If you don't go, you will regret it, tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow, you will be confused about this strange thing.

The other is saying, "Don't go!" It's so weird here, you don't know if the people inside are good or bad, and if something happens in this kind of place, I'm afraid no one will hear you shouting out your throat.

Before I could make up my mind, my hand seemed to have an idea of its own, and I actually pushed the doorknob.

A crisp metallic sound came overhead, and I looked up to see a string of wind chimes, and the moving door made a pleasant ringing sound against it.

The man sitting at the counter noticed my presence and craned his neck to look at the door.

It was an old man with glasses, his gray hair neatly combed back into a small penny, and a thin chain hanging from his gold-rimmed glasses.

I half-pushed the door and looked at the old man for a long time, and finally she couldn't help but open her mouth.

"If you want to go in and fast-forward, you have let go of all this heat in the store." As she spoke, she pushed the frame at the corner of her eye, seeming a little impatient.

I knew I had been rude, so I quickly hid in the bookstore, turned around and closed the door.

The study room is very large, just walk into a more than 50 square meters of rest area, three gray goose down sofas in a half circle, in the middle of the square mahogany coffee table, the kettle on the tea table is still steaming.

Looking inside from the rest area, there is a two-story study room, with rows of fuchsia bookcases neatly spaced apart.

There seemed to be a customer reading a book standing next to the bookshelf upstairs, and I looked around the layout of the store, trying to find the source of my doubts, and I didn't bother to sit down and enjoy any book.

It was as if the old song had suddenly disappeared as soon as I stepped into the bookstore.