Liang Zhen felt that her scalp was beginning to look strange, and her hair gradually stood up, and goosebumps slowly climbed to her back. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Some people don't know that she doesn't know the tail room, although she usually doesn't care about these, but under the influence of others, she will inevitably be a little shaken.

Could it be really haunted? Will it be a real nightmare?

Liang Zhen's face became ugly little by little, as if she had eaten a big mouthful of bitter gourd, but she was aggrieved but embarrassed to say it, and all the grievances were written on her face.

Luo Cheng asked her, "Why don't we change hotels?" ”

"No."

Liang Zhen immediately put down her backpack and put the bits and pieces on the table, as if proving the ownership of the room.

Ghosts are not ghosts, how can it be important to have a place to live, even if there are more ghosts, there is still a Luo Cheng next to him, what are you afraid of.

Liang Zhen wanted to stop and start to continue to inspect the small room, on the right was a simple bathroom, which was fairly clean, but it was covered with a layer of mist. After turning back and forth, after confirming that there was only one bed, he looked at Luo Cheng who was leaning against the door with some embarrassment.

"It's okay, I'll sleep here." Luo Cheng pointed to the chair next to him.

Afraid that Liang Zhen would have any doubts, he continued to add: "I don't sleep well, the chair is very good, I'm used to it." ”

Hurriedly went to the hotel cafeteria to pick up a few bites of food, and it was not early. After a long day's journey, I was physically and mentally exhausted, and even if I wanted to go out and play, I was crushed in fatigue and pressed into the soft sheets under me.

After washing, Liang Zhen lay on the slightly wet bed, a little cramped and cross-legged. At the foot of the bed was stacked with the moldy quilt in the corner, staring at Liang Zhen like a stranger, stalemate, regardless of victory or defeat.

Luo Cheng stood up, silently walked to the side of the luggage, put a few cushion towels at the bottom, took them out for Liang Zhen, and retreated to the chair.

Liang Zhen's eyes stared at Luo Cheng's every move, but he was tall and extremely meticulous when he did these things, every corner was laid straight, and he didn't feel uncomfortable lying down.

More than 100 years ago, did he take care of himself in the same way when he lived abroad? From laundry and cooking to cleaning and reading, or even knitting sweaters in a rocking chair in front of a dimly lit fireplace?

The more I think about it, the stranger it gets...... Liang Zhen lay down with her head covered, simply put on her clothes, and turned her back to Luo Cheng to suppress the messy thoughts in her heart.

Luo Cheng turned off the lights, and a dark curtain shrouded in.

I asked about the musty smell of dampness in the air, and I still couldn't sleep. Liang Zhen made a mistake and secretly went to see Luo Cheng on the chair.

His eyes were open and bright, like crumpled stars. The expression on his face was unreadable, casting an angular silhouette in the dark.

It's really different. is no longer the original appearance when he first possessed this corpse, the current Luo Cheng has gradually brought his self more than a hundred years ago to this body, the flesh and blood are a little full, the soul is a little full, Liang Zhen even feels that he will be able to touch the most real Luo Cheng immediately.

She couldn't help but reach out, her fingertips drawing closer to the longing shadow. Suddenly, the shadow trembled slightly, and Liang Zhen quickly retracted her hand, turned her back and continued to pretend to be asleep.

She heard a soft sound from Luo Cheng's nose.

"Can't sleep?"

After a pause, Liang Zhen responded: "Hmm." ”

"If you can't sleep, you can listen to music."

"Can't you sleep and listen to music?" Liang Zhen was a little curious, what kind of song would Luo Cheng listen to?

"No," the shadow shook his head, "I read poetry." ”

Reciting poetry? Liang Zhen immediately remembered those Internet celebrities who exaggerated and recited poems on the online video, and those who listened to it had goosebumps. Reciting poetry seems to be a thing that is very far away from oneself.

Or riding a horse and whipping, or literary retro, or under the moon before the flowers, or the grass hall greenery, in short, must be dressed, must be pure, have a good morning, spread out the poetry collection, chant the world to the morning light.

In short, it shouldn't be the way it is. How can you recite poetry if you can't sleep, it's a brain-hurting scripture.

Seeing that Liang Zhen didn't answer, Luo Cheng continued: "In our era, we all liked to read poetry. ”

"Ancient style poems, emerging poems, domestic and foreign, as long as they are printed on books, some people will recite them."

Liang Zhen's eyes gradually emerged in front of the gentle and elegant young man in the Republic of China, dressed in plain clothes, smiling at the corners of his lips, and with a tough and upright posture, coming in the beautiful Yanjing.

"When I was in YN, I was locked up in that house and couldn't sleep all night."

At the mention of YN Liangzhen's heart, he seemed to be stabbed, turned over and asked him: "...... them Sleeps you? ”

The shadow trembled slightly, as if nodding: "Injecting demonic power into the human body, it takes time to fuse, although this time is painful, but at least no one bothers me, I can rest." ”

"I forced myself to sleep, and if I didn't, I wouldn't have the strength to deal with these people, and I wouldn't be able to take revenge. You know, somebody came to YN to look for me at the time, and you saw it later. ”

Have I seen it? Liang Zhen searched for his memory, and couldn't think that he had ever seen someone like Luo Cheng a hundred years ago. After a moment of silence, he suddenly realized: "You mean, the skeleton in the cave in a black and white plaid shirt......"

"It's him, my classmates, it's all because of me. Otherwise, now, his descendants are all as old as you. ”

Liang Zhen was silent, not knowing how to answer.

Luo Cheng returned to the previous topic: "At that time, I was reciting poetry in my heart, guess what I read?" ”

"Hmm......" Liang Zhen didn't know much poetry, at that time, it was probably popular Hu Shi's new poems, such as two yellow butterflies, both of them - flying into the sky or something, after thinking about it, I felt that it was not right, "Hmm...... Firm-minded? How did steel come into that way? ”

Luo Cheng smiled: "No, at that time, I especially liked Liu Bannong's poems and taught me how not to want her." ”

"I think, I'm alone in the world, helpless, dead is dead, but if I have her, I will want to live, even if she is not around, she has not appeared, as long as I think of her, I will continue to live."

Luo Cheng's voice was soft, a little gentle, and a different kind of feelings slowly grew in the humid air, Liang Zhen felt that today was really a different kind of night.

"Teach me how not to want her, there are some clouds in the sky and some breeze on the ground......"

"The breeze ruffled my hair and taught me how not to want her? The moonlight is in love with the ocean, and the ocean is in love with the moonlight. ”

"It's a honey-like silver night. Teach me how not to want her? The flowers on the surface of the water flow slowly, and the fish on the bottom swim slowly. ”

"Swallow, what do you say? Teach me how not to want her? Dead trees shook in the cold wind, and wildfires burned in the twilight. ”

Liang Zhen felt that her eyelids became heavier a little, and the soft and slightly low magnetic voice soothed her restless heart, dusting off the tiredness little by little, gently wrapping her skin like a quilt, and every inch of her body felt extremely ironed.

Liang Zhen fell asleep, like a child.

Xitian still has some remnants, teach me how not to want her......