It's still the familiar chaotic dream, it's still the scream of terror. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"I don't want to go! Save me! ”

Yang Moyu woke up from the bed suddenly, covered in sweat, and his back was soaked.

He put his hands on his head, and the voice of the girl in his dream echoed in his ears, but no matter how he looked at that scene, he tried to break through the fog, but there was no way at all.

A feeling of familiarity and strangeness kept touching his memory, as if he wanted to open a door that had been locked up, but he couldn't.

The sky outside was still dark, and after he was awakened by the dream, Yu Qing's cold corpse quickly flashed in his mind, and his deep eyes were full of desolation and sadness.

There is a mood called madness, hidden in it, but Yang Moyu can't feel it.

The scene in the dream and the tragedy of the real world intersected, which made Yang Moyu's heart feel numb.

He covered his face with his hands, thinking about the lonely back of Lin Yifei's departure, and the decision that was almost like giving up.

He felt that the pressure was so great.

He didn't know how he got into bed and how he fell asleep in mixed moods.

When he woke up, he actually had the idea of escaping reality.

Yu Qing died, Lin Yifei withdrew from the team, hid his figure, no matter how he called him and texted him, he didn't hear back.

For such a short moment, Yang Moyu actually felt-

Actually, escaping is also a way of liberation, isn't it?

However, can this method really eliminate the pain in the heart, the suffocating pressure?

He rested his head on the head of the bed, feeling his half-wet pajamas gradually become clammy in the cold air, but his heart was even colder.

Suddenly, the phone vibrate, Yang Moyu turned his head in surprise, looked at the bright screen, and frowned.

At four o'clock in the morning, who will message themselves at this time.

He picked it up and looked at it, his pupils narrowing.

'Class teacher: Mo Yu, at noon today, Yu Qing's family will hold a funeral at the XXX funeral home. ’

Yang Moyu's hand holding the mobile phone, his knuckles were white, he looked at this text message, and after a long time, he sent a message over.

Yang Moyu: Teacher, I'm afraid I won't be able to go. Aunt Xu won't let me go in to see Yu Qing off. ’

After he finished sending it, he put his phone next to his pillow, and when he sent this sentence, he regretted it.

Actually...... I didn't even have the courage to see her one last time.

He didn't know why he had this thought, the phone vibrated again, and his eyes widened slightly when he glanced at it.

'Class teacher: I'll be with you tomorrow, at ten o'clock in the morning, I'll be waiting for you downstairs at your house. ’

The head teacher fully knew the meaning of Yang Moyu's words. Yu's mother always thought that her daughter was killed by Yang Moyu, so naturally she would not let him attend the funeral.

However, she knew that things were not as Yu's mother said.

Mo Yu, Yu Qing, Yifei, they are a collective and a team.

They had fought together so many times that the bond between the three had already arisen unconsciously, but they themselves were not very clear.

In fact, it can already be seen from the fact that Yu Qing quietly withdrew from the team.

Yang Moyu saw that the head teacher had replied to him like this, so he had to agree.

He lay down, feeling his hot heart beating.

With a conjecture, I gradually fell asleep.

Will it be my turn someday in the future?

In other words, tomorrow, will Yifei go?

……

At ten o'clock in the morning, Yang Moyu put on a gray and black sweater and coat and walked down the stairs.

Seeing the car parked downstairs, he pulled the door for a long time before getting into the back seat.

Without Lin Yifei, he wouldn't be there.

"Teacher, didn't he come?"

The head teacher sitting in the driver's seat started the car and drove towards the outside of the community, saying with some regret and regret: "I can't contact him, but I sent him the time and place of the funeral, if he can see it, he will definitely go to the funeral." ”

"Yes."

Yang Moyu answered silently, looking at the familiar and unfamiliar world outside the car window, and heard the music of jingling bells on the side of the road.

Oh, today, it's Christmas. He thought like this, but there was no excitement and joy that he should have, this festival seemed to cease to exist, even if there was such a strong festival atmosphere on the street, it seemed that it could not penetrate into Yang Moyu's heart.

"Mo Yu ......"

The head teacher suddenly spoke up, and his tone was solemn.

"What does the teacher want to say?"

Yu Qing...... Yu's affairs, please mourn. There was also a deep sadness in her words, with some powerlessness, and more helplessness.

"She's a good student."

Yang Moyu didn't speak, quietly looking out the window.

The head teacher looked at the reflector, his eyes drooped, and he slowly spoke: "You must persevere, you must not give up." ”

The people in the back seat, their eyes turned to her.

"I think Yu Qing, she won't want you to accompany her, you and Yifei, you must live until you unlock the secrets and conspiracy of UnKnown, and return the world to peace."

"Teacher, when will it be the end?"

The head teacher was asked, she was stunned for a moment, and then smiled bitterly.

"I don't know."

"Even if everything comes to a happy end, Yu Qing will not come back from the dead."

Yang Moyu said lightly, the faint black green under his eyes was a lot more haggard for him.

Not long after, the car drove to the door of the funeral home, and the door was full of wreaths, some of which were given by Yu Qing's family and relatives, and some were sent by their classmates.

All were dressed in black, no one was dressed in bright colors.

Looking at the past, a group of black people walked into the funeral home one after another.

Yu's mother and Yu's father, who rushed back from other places, stood at the door to receive the guests, Yu's mother's eyes were red from crying, and they were swollen.

"Here we are."

The head teacher got out of the car, took out the wreath behind the car, and put it at the door, and Yang Moyu also got out of the car.

Before they could walk to the door, Yu's mother and Yu's father saw Yang Moyu, Yu's mother's hand shook, and her teeth bit her lower lip all of a sudden.

And Father Yu looked at Yang Moyu with a solemn face, and the muscles in his face were tense.

"Please mourn."

The head teacher walked up to them with Yang Moyu and said sadly, but Yang Moyu hung his head slightly, unable to see his emotions.

After he finished speaking, he took Yang Moyu to go inside, and suddenly, a strong and powerful voice roared at him.

"Stop!"

Both stopped at the same time.

Father Yu looked at Yang Moyu's back and spoke: "Originally, I wouldn't let you in, but I think Qingqing must hope to see you for the last time, and I think you must be the same." ”

Yang Moyu looked back at him, and the gaze full of various emotions rushed into Father Yu's eyes.

His heart began to tremble incessantly, what a sight this was.

Such depression, such sorrow, as if the sky had fallen.

"Aren't you going to say something to us, to Qingqing?!"

Yu's mother began to lose control of her emotions and yelled at Yang Moyu, but he didn't say a word, and walked in with the head teacher.

"Is your heart made of meat? Yang Moyu! ”

Yu's mother was anxious to pounce and stop him, but was stopped by the man next to her.

"Husband!"

Father Yu looked at the two figures in the distance and said calmly, "Let him in." ”

"But he ......"

"The more people who suppress their emotions, the greater the pressure and pain they suffer in their hearts." He looked at his lover and wiped the tears from her cheeks, "Actually, in his heart, the sadness and pain are no less than ours. ”

"He's Qingqing's friend, let him give Qingqing a ride, okay?"