Pillowing Luo Cheng's beautiful voice, Liang Zhen fell asleep. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

It's like going back to my childhood, going to bed on time at half past eight, but I can't sleep, opening the door to reveal a thin slit, peeking at the flickering light of the TV outside.

Bai Ranzhi would pick up the little her, sleep with her, wrap one hand around her, and gently pat her back with the other.

All of a sudden, it's like sitting in a small boat, swaying, paddling towards the dream.

One by one, it was like the softest hotbed, kneading the long-dormant homeland in the atrium, bringing her back to the moment at that time.

Warm tears finally squeezed out of Liang Zhen's closed eyes and flowed quietly, just like her at that time, quietly standing on tiptoe, looking at her mother outside the door with the reflected TV light.

How lucky is it to have such a perfect mother?

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This sleep was so heavy that when Liang Zhen woke up, he always felt that it should be noon the next day.

However, the sky was still dark, and there was no light in sight. There were tears left in the corners of her eyes, and Liang Zhen wiped them indiscriminately, and there was still some temperature. It's only been a few hours, and it doesn't make sense to wake up so suddenly.

As if she had missed something important, she remembered that she was sleeping deadly, but she was also dreaming, confused, like a lonely boat bravely moving forward in the stormy waves, tumbling, up and down, constantly advancing, going deeper.

Until a sudden crack opened at the bottom of the sea, and something escaped from it, like countless indiscernible shots, entangled around her lonely boat, dragged into the sea, and reached the depths of the bottom.

The stuffiness of the sea water had not yet subsided, and he woke up. It was a familiar feeling, it had to be something outside that had stimulated her, but she couldn't remember it at all.

Liang Zhen's body was a little hot, so she turned over and went to see Luo Cheng sitting on the stool. The handsome figure sat motionless in a chair, and when you looked closely, you could detect a slight undulation.

Luo Cheng was sleeping soundly.

The strange thing is that at this moment, Liang Zhen was thinking of nothing else, it turned out that he didn't snore.

It seems that I don't need to sleep in separate rooms when I'm older.

Suddenly, a thin voice fell into Liang Zhen's ears, pulling her back to reality from her cranky thoughts.

Thin goosebumps immediately spread upwards from her arm, and although she didn't remember, her body remembered that this cold and terrifying feeling was the deep sea water that Fang Cai couldn't breathe.

Hasn't the sea receded yet......

Liang Zhen didn't dare to come out, he wanted to wake up Luo Cheng on the side, but after thinking about it, he still stayed in place and saw what was going on.

Silence returned to the air, but it didn't take long for the voice to finally waft back above Liang Zhen.

"You... It's coming... Looking for me......"

Liang Zhen shuddered coldly, and the residual sleepiness was swept away, and she clearly heard that it was a human voice.

What frightened her even more was that the voice was not spoken, but sung.

In the dead of night, I was woken up by an inexplicable sound, and the strange tone of yin and yang, near and far, if I was leaving, I would feel that I was still having a nightmare.

Liang Zhen pinched herself, it hurt a lot, someone was really singing.

The sound drifted near, then far away, and then hovered in the doorway. She had thought it was a tourist who couldn't sleep and was snorting at night, but she quickly dispelled her doubts.

The tone is very weird, it's definitely not a song, and people tremble when they listen to it.

"Where did it come from...... Take me away...... Take me... Walk ......"

At this time, Liang Zhen couldn't help but tremble a little when she thought that she was living in the tail room. Isn't there really something haunting in this house, haunting the still or someone looking for a replacement for the dead ghost?

She shrunk and pulled up the clothes covering her body, and her feet reached into the quilt at the end of the bed, and a clammy cold instantly hit, but then there was a so-called sense of security, as if she got into some kind of cover, and she would not be disturbed by this sound.

A few minutes passed, and the singing continued. Every sound was like a sharp cone, piercing Liang Zhen's heart little by little, so that she couldn't stay overnight in peace.

The longer the time, the worse the patience, and another emotion buried in Liang Zhen's heart gradually climbed up.

She began to get a little irritable, eager to find out the person who was pretending to be a ghost outside.

Finally, she couldn't lie down anymore, Liang Zhen got up suddenly, picked up the clothes covering her body and put them on, got out of bed and walked to the door.

The mirror on the dresser reflected Liang Zhen's pale face, hidden in the darkness, an indescribable feeling.

The voice did not stop because Liang Zhen got out of bed, but sang more frequently, and Liang Zhen felt more and more that the voice was not like an urge, but a little like a call.

Someone was calling her. She walked to the door, grabbed the lock with both hands and twisted it vigorously.

The voice was not loud, Liang Zhen turned her head to look at the man in the chair, still sleeping dullly.

Liang Zhen tiptoed, leaned against the door cautiously, shrunk her body, and went outside. Xiang has peeked at Bai Ranzhi in the crack of the door countless times, and this kind of action is already familiar to him.

The air outside was colder than in the house, but much cleaner. Liang Zhen subconsciously took a few breaths, relieving the chaos in her head.

It turned out that the singing did not come from the room at all, and it seemed to be clearer in the hallway.

The room they lived in was in the backyard of the hotel, and outside the corridor was a small garden with rockeries, miniature stone bridges, and a few clumps of flowing water.

The sound seemed to come from behind the rockery. Liang Zhen's heart jumped suddenly, but her feet began to speed up, and she walked towards the other side of the rockery.

Nowhere to be seen, the sound is farther away. Liang Zhen was a little annoyed and wanted to turn back, but just took a few steps, but felt that the song had come over.

The voice...... It's like consciously coming to your own ......

Liang Zhen paused and continued to move forward.

Walk through the garden and into the lobby of the inn. The aisles on both sides are lit up with warm yellow lights, and they are as quiet as a painting. Liang Zhen walked forward in a low voice, almost to the front desk.

She saw the front desk lady who had been frightened by herself, with an ugly face on her elbows, drowsy. Liang Zhen wanted to call her and ask her if she had heard strange singing, but the front desk was too sleepy, and before Liang Zhen could come over, she collapsed and fell on her elbow.

The singing did not pause at all, and still kept wrapping around Liang Zhen. She faced the cold wind and walked to the door of the hotel.

On the uneven stone pavement, the moonlight reflected on the wet ground. Liang Zhen wrapped her clothes tightly and looked up to see the face of the midnight path for the first time.

She was starting to get a little scared.