"Dangdang!"

The room remembered the chiming clock, and it was already three o'clock in the morning, and I snuffed out the cigarette in my hand and shrunk into the bed again in deep thought. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

At this time, it was already April of the 2015 solar calendar, and the Spring Festival had long passed, but my eyes still couldn't see the outside world clearly.

Of course, in order to isolate other people's strange eyes, I put on sunglasses, picked up a blind cane, and became blind through and through.

Since I left Z City three months ago, I have completely cut off contact with Wang Jiani and them, Z City, and now it is still in the post-disaster reconstruction, although I can hear news from Z City from time to time, but these have nothing to do with me.

During this period of time, I have thought a lot, first of all, I am no longer a normal person, my hair is gray, my spirit is sluggish, I look like an old man, and my eyes are almost blind, no matter how I look at it, I am not worthy of a beauty like Wang Jiani.

Moreover, on the day of Wang Jiahao and Wang Qianqian's wedding, I vaguely heard Wang Jiahao and Wang Jiani talking, knowing that their family has far exceeded my imagination, and the chance of us being together is very small, so small that there is almost no chance of us being together.

In the past three months, I have been staying in a small township not far from Z City, renting this two-bedroom room, although I don't admit it, but subconsciously, I still hope to be close to Wang Jiani, even if it is just closer to her, I also feel a little more peaceful,

I know that I am really in love this time, in love with a woman who is impossible to be with.

Midnight dream, I often dream of the tears of Lan Tingting, the mother of Rakshasa, which tears have melted into my soul, and I can often hear her words in my ears, there will be angels to love you for me!

This sentence, although she said it to Wang Jiahao, but for a period of time, I feel that this is what Lan Tingting said for me, we are no longer ordinary people, if we are forced to be together, then it is very likely to hurt her, love her, but hurt her, every time I think of this, I will wake up from my dream.

"Woo woo woo ......"

In a trance, there seemed to be bursts of crying in my ears, the sound was not loud, but I could clearly distinguish the cry of a woman, I knew that it was the cry of the woman next door to me, almost every night, she was crying, and only at night, during the day, it was almost inaudible.

I still remember three months ago, when I lived here for the first time, I almost thought of each other as a ghost, but the next day when I tried to tell the landlord about it, I realized that there was indeed such a woman, as for the reason for crying, no one knows, even the landlord has never seen the appearance of the woman next door.

Speaking of this, I have to say that the environment I am in, this is an old-fashioned residential building, with three floors, and there are four rooms on each floor, a total of twelve rooms. My landlord owns four houses on the first floor and one on the third floor, which means that the other seven houses have other owners.

As for who this owner is, I heard that the woman next door to me often cries, of course, all this is heard, it is said that the other tenants are half a year to put the rent into the landlord's card number, and when changing tenants, they are also entrusted agents, and almost no one has ever seen that mysterious woman.

I don't know if you believe that there is a providence in the dark, but I believe that if I hadn't left Z City, I wouldn't have come to this place and rented this house, and if I hadn't rented here, then there would be no future, let alone give me hope.

Although the winter is gone, but the temperature in early spring is still very low, at three o'clock in the evening, I silently nested in the quilt, feeling the cold outside the window, listening to the intermittent crying from next door, I don't know why, I always feel that everything, in the comfort of a little weird.

After calculating the time, the woman next door should have stopped crying, because for three months, this woman has always started crying in the middle of the night, usually until four o'clock in the morning, for four hours in a row, without interruption, if I could not clearly feel the breath of a living person coming from the next room, even if others said anything, I would have slammed the door in.

When the bell rang in the room, the crying next door did not stop strangely, not only did not weaken, but became more miserable and the sound more harsh.

Hearing this, I subconsciously buried my head in the quilt, I hate winter, just as I hate summer in summer, so to speak, I don't have a particularly favorite season, only a favorite place, this place, I don't like it, because I'm afraid of ghosts, I'm afraid of seeing ghosts.

Looking back on the experience of the past six months, almost every time I hit a ghost, some people who should not have died died, and the reason for the appearance of these ghosts, I never know.

However, I believe that every ghost has its own story, just like the female ghost of Huangquan, like the ghost mother, and even the mother of the rakshasas, each ghost has its own story, has its own sadness, and these tragic scripts should not have happened, but they happened for various reasons.

It can be said that every disaster has its cause, and natural disasters, in the dark, seem to be equated with man-made disasters, because almost every natural and man-made disaster has the shadow of human beings.

"Touch, touch......"

Just when I was distraught, suddenly, I heard the sound of a blunt object hitting the wall from next door, not loud, but as if every impact hit my chest.

In an instant, I involuntarily rolled over from the bed, groped to put on my clothes, hesitated for a moment, opened my eyes again, and in an instant, boundless darkness appeared in front of my eyes, this darkness is different from what a blind man sees, I really see the darkness.

In the dark, all kinds of ghosts are floating at will, and even there are ghosts walking around me, and I can even see the scene of each other entering and exiting through the door, I know that these are not powerful ghosts at all, because they have no ghost energy on them, so to speak, they are the remnants of the world that are forced to remain, and when the time comes, they will disappear.

That's why I'm reluctant to open my eyes, because every time I open my eyes, I seem to be able to see the rich sadness and desolation emanating from them, these remnant souls, not even obsession, because obsession still has time to recover their memories, and these remnant souls are the memory of this space for them.

Prove that they once existed, and that when no one in the world remembered them anymore, that is, when they disappeared, this is the time when they disappeared.

Taking a deep breath, I swallowed the discomfort in my heart and looked in the direction where the voice came from.

One look, just one look, and I was stupid in place.