The cold trembling of the body shook the book off Ruan Qing's face, and the cold sweat wrinkled the book. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Info If it were usual, Ruan Qing, who would definitely have a heartache for the first time, lay straight and flat like this, letting his body go numb.

"It was just a dream!" Ruan Qing habitually bit her tongue and put her right hand to her heart. Again and again, he silently said, "It was just a dream!" ”

The rain knocked on the windows, and the wind blew the sweat-soaked pajamas cold. The alarm clock began to repeat the only words it could say, and Ruan Qing slowly calmed down with the annoying sound of the alarm clock.

It's half past ten, I'm going to get up! I have to go back to school today to prepare for the graduation exhibition, and just when I thought I had calmed my mind and wanted to get out of bed, my legs were weak and I knelt on the edge of the bed, and she felt dizzy while holding her head. Could it be the aftermath of a nightmare? Ruan Qing weakly dragged her weak legs into the bathroom, took a cold shower to stimulate her body's reaction, and changed into a set of green dresses she liked to change her mood. It doesn't matter the trouble of riding the skirt in the car, as long as you can make yourself feel a little different!

Ruan Qing, wiping her wet hair, looked at the buns on the table in the living room and the notes under the plates.

"Dear Daughter,

Remember to warm up the buns before eating, and my parents will go to business first. Be careful in the car, I won't send you.

Love your mom. ”

This one......? How is it a little similar to the dream? But did my mother write these words in the dream? Ruan Qing knocked on his wet head, but he couldn't think of anything, only vague fragments.

"No! I've got to write down everything I remember! Ruan Qing thought about it, so he picked up the diary and wrote it, and by the way, he gnawed the already cold and hard bun in his mouth. The hair that had not been dried was gently blown by the wind outside the window, which made Ruan Qing's head feel slightly cold.

It may have been that the last feeling of feeling her blood slowly spreading was too shocking, and she couldn't forget the stinging hand and the memory of gradually losing consciousness. The excessive sense of loss took up the memory of everything else, and the record of the dream was written in fragments.

"It's almost the same as not writing." Ruan Qing frowned and looked at what she had written, feeling very disappointed that she didn't remember the things in her dream clearly, so she casually put this special diary in her bag. I didn't notice that the date was still written incorrectly.

"What a bad sign." Ruan Qing muttered and dragged her suitcase towards the station.

12 o'clock bus, seat 2.

Ruan Qing glanced at the two big words written on the car window with the city where her school was located again, and then put her luggage in the innermost part with peace of mind. I don't know how, Ruan Qing suddenly felt a violent uneasiness after putting down her luggage, and took a detour to the front of the car to look at the two big characters. In the window, the driver frowned and rolled his eyes when he saw Ruan Qing's repeated confirmations, and threw the cigarette in his hand out of the car.

Walking into the carriage, Ruan Qing's position was lying sideways by a man dressed very non-piggy. This made Ruan Qing very disgusted and walked to the position of No. 8 in the back row on the other side and sat down.

"Why is there only two people in the whole car, I haven't tried to be a driver for so long!" The driver complained a little and said to the co-pilot, "A little gangster, a psycho." ”

The driver's voice was completely uncontrollable, and the lying flying pig was probably asleep soundly, only Ruan Qing, a neurotic who forgot to bring headphones to the car, heard a little mind.

"Forget it, forget it!" The co-pilot waved his hand, "There will be people later, a few have called, just go around the street again!" ”

"I hope so, what the hell weather! So few people! The driver drove the car angrily. The hands violently controlled the movement of the car, but it took a long time for the car to move slowly. The driver slapped the steering wheel and cursed, "Damn! This rotten weather! ”

Ruan Qing felt helpless for the grumpy driver, but as the car started, the sound of machinery sounded. Ruan Qing couldn't help but start to feel sleepy, silently hugged the bag in his hand tightly and fell asleep against the car window.

The car stopped and walked along the way to attract and drop off passengers, making the originally bumpy road even more rugged. Ruan Qing, who had been knocked on the skull by the car window, could only be half asleep. At this moment, an uncalm uncle walked into the car with an emperor-like chic posture, and kept shaking the magnificent background song in his hand to add volatility to shock people's hearts.

"Another one." The driver was disdainful again.

But the emperor-level uncle completely ignored the driver's disdain, slowly despised the carriage with only a few people, and finally locked on to a girl holding a bag with her eyes closed, the girl was wearing a green skirt and a delicate face. It's you today! Uncle secretly affirmed in his heart.

The noisy sound suddenly pulled Ruan Qing back to reality from her already restless sleep, and she suddenly found that there was an emperor-level uncle sitting beside her.

The uncle lowered his head at a 45-degree angle to look at the girl who had unconsciously shrunk her body, and then silently increased the background sound.

Ruan Qing turned her head helplessly to look out the window, the gray weather was just like her mood now. Why are you so unlucky, forget it if there is no handsome guy, the whole empty car, why does the uncle just want to sit next to him, and play all kinds of divine comedies! Is this trying to brainwash nerves that even drivers dislike? Suddenly, I missed the single mechanical sound.

The emperor-level uncle saw the girl turn her head to look out of the car, and silently added the background music to the apex that was difficult for ordinary people to accept, but he couldn't change the girl's smile back. This unquiet silence condensed each other's air to a freezing point, as if the drift of rain outside the car was a moving irony!

After being embarrassed like this for a long time, Ruan Qingtou fell asleep against the car window again. The girl, who was reluctant to turn back even at the risk of a concussion, made her uncle's mood fall to the bottom. Seeing that he was about to settle down, the uncle said in a cold voice:

"I'm here!"

It's here again! It's still the kind of coldness that instantly stimulates Ruan Qing's nerves. All of a sudden, she was completely awake! Is this still a dream? Am I still dreaming? Ruan Qing silently bit her tongue.

After the uncle got off the station, the rain became even more presumptuous. It's like a sad song of parting with an emperor-level uncle, revealing helpless sadness.

The car moved slowly, gradually climbing to the highest point of its life. The non-stop efforts of the windshield wipers are all a fart! Ruan Qing looked at the scenery outside the car window, which was the way she hated painting. The dense dot structure was a huge void that she was very afraid of in her heart, and she felt helpless. Turning your head to look at the other side, you will still see the same mischievous style of painting in the opposite window.

Just when Ruan Qing kept thinking about it, the car suddenly skidd, and although the driver quickly controlled it, the front of the car seemed to be slightly scratched!

“******！” The driver knocked on the steering wheel impatiently.

At the same time, another sentence echoed, "Damn, how do you drive!" The fat pig stream sleeping in the back seat of the driver was woken up, scared to the ground and stood up awkwardly, and hit the driver on the head with a very smooth arc.

The fire in the driver's heart was ignited in an instant, and the driver, who was blinded by the flames, turned around and scuffled with the fat pig stream. It happened so suddenly, and no one expected such an irrational action of the driver. However, what I didn't expect was that when the driver hit the fat pig stream with a Pegasus Meteor punch, the car skidded again! The Flying Pig Stream screams through the sky and signals that the car will fall to its lowest point.

Holding the bag and being broken through the memory point by these actions in front of him, Ruan Qing, who was as thick as wood, opened his mouth wide! The car fell sideways rapidly, and Ruan Qing, who was pressed to the window like a ghost, unconsciously bit her tongue again, and then woke up! Nima, none of this is a dream!

The car reversed gracefully, and Ruan Qing, who was forced to move away from gravity, suddenly thought of a lyric, "Gravity can't hold me!" "But isn't it too ironic at this time? I skimmed through the deeds of my life, and the speed was so fast that the tumbling of the car was like a movie in slow motion.

A loud but muffled sound was swallowed up by the sound of rain. The rain sneaking in from the broken window soaked Ruan Qing's body, but her own blood rendered faster, this time it was a real feeling that her life was gone? Ruan Qing slowly exhaled his last breath, and could only feel the tingling of his hand pressed by his twisted body.

Well, that's the end of it. Ruan Qing's eyes were filled with tears mixed with rain. Mom and Dad, I did my best!