On the weekend morning, I stood outside the women's dormitory as promised, waiting for Xiaorou to appear.

I didn't know who slapped me on the shoulder from behind, I turned around, no one?

"Zhang Yao!" The voice came from the other side. I turned around and found Xu Xiaoli standing beside me, she finally gave up the old coat and dressed more decently. His face seemed to be much whiter, and he felt more energetic than before.

"Why are you back?"

"Why can't I come back, I'm still going to finish college." She smiled and said to me.

I nodded: "Your mother and brother"

"Don't worry, they are all sent to the best nursing homes, and there will be special people to take care of them."

"It's good." I am happy for her from the bottom of my heart, and I hope that her gloomy life can go to the light from now on.

Our happy laughter made me forget the scariest thing. When Ding Xiaorou's cold eyes stared at us, I didn't feel a chill behind my back.

"Xiaorou" walked to her side in a panic: "Uh~~ I'll talk to Xu Xiaoli about her family's situation." ”

She ignored my existence and walked straight to Xu Xiaoli, raised her eyes to look at it, and nodded with a smile.

The smile was so weird that I didn't know what she was going to do.

Xu Xiaoli's face did not change, and her heart did not beat and looked at her, what happened to these two people? On the bar?

I grabbed Xiaorou's arm and hurriedly withdrew from the battlefield: "Xiaoli! We had to go beforehand. Waving goodbye to her, Xiaorou's hateful eyes kept glaring at me.

"Hey, didn't you say you'd take me to Danqing today?"

She stopped. He took out his phone from his satchel: "This is a private collection, in Marina City. You can take a train by yourself, if there is a painting. You know how to do it. ”

"What?! You, you, you let me steal it! Should you look for something to do this, I think he's more suitable. ”

"If you want to go, you'll go, so much nonsense. Dry and his mission, don't you still have a lot of places to ask me, don't you want to achieve it? "I think she's completely mastered my weaknesses, and it's a bad taste to let the mermaid flesh taste good.

Standing at the school gate, I hailed a taxi. She shoved me in and slammed the door slammed shut.

I don't know why I always feel weird in my heart, watching the car drive away from her. That kind of look and that kind of expression, lingering.

It only takes an hour and 30 minutes to get from my hometown to Binhai City by bullet train, and lately I've been in the mountains all the time. I haven't seen the sea in a long time

At the end of September, I don't know if the sea will go down. Even if I could, it wouldn't be much fun if I was alone.

After leaving the platform and following the bustling crowd, there was a faint salty smell in the air, which was the smell of the sea.

I took a car in front of the station, and I had to go to see the sea first, because maybe what I had to do later would be chased by the police.

I suddenly remembered the classic line in Infernal Affairs: I want to be a good person!

The driver's eldest brother spoke with a standard oyster accent and kept introducing me to the city. I listened in a fog. I nodded if I understood it or not, in fact, I just wanted to be quiet.

The car drove past several 20-story residential complexes. Suddenly it became bright, one side of the road was no longer obscured, and it turned out that the sea was so close.

I rolled down the window and felt the sea breeze on my cheeks, and the endless blue as far as the eye could see, connecting the sky with the sea.

I didn't go to the coastal park introduced by the driver's eldest brother, but I only got off the bus halfway, jumped off the guardrail on the side of the road, and was attracted by the sea to move forward.

There was no beach, and there were only small pebbles between my feet, so I took off my shoes and walked barefoot into the depths of the water, which felt a little cold at first, but slowly I got used to it.

The waves kept crashing, crashing against the shore, taking away the traces of my visit.

After blowing enough sea breeze and enjoying the sea view, I put on my shoes and walked back to the road, and to my surprise, the big brother who was the driver did not leave.

"Why didn't you leave?" I asked him curiously.

"Wait for the mud~~" The eldest brother snuffed out the cigarette in his hand: "Learn from you, Ze can pick up a drop of silver every year." (Refer to Huang Bo's accent)

Although it was a little difficult to analyze his words, I understood some of the meaning. The driver's brother probably thought I was killing myself. I smiled and went back to the car and briefly explained to him that I hadn't seen the sea for a long time, so I was a little excited.

He said it was okay and went on to talk to me about life.

The car drove back into Binhai City and stopped in front of a small building in the style of Republic of China. Dark gray walls, domed wooden windows, and a plaque hanging from the reddish-brown main entrance: White Moon House.

It seems that this is it, saying goodbye to the kind driver, I walked into the courtyard. Although it is a private collection, it has all the functions. There are ticket sellers and ticket inspectors outside the door.

Entering the room, the light suddenly dimmed a lot, and various exhibits were placed in the glass enclosure under the small pale yellow lamp. Most of them are pen and ink calligraphy and paintings, and there are a small number of ancient book files.

I really didn't understand any of this, so I just skimmed it over until a fan caught my attention.

A small poem is inscribed on the white paper folding fan: Bai Ayajuan crosses the soul of the dead, the moon is alone and the sound of the piano is beautiful, there is no bleak and cold looking away, and don't worry about a little red candle.

The pen in the lower corner is: Ling Chuan

"Do you like this poem too?" Suddenly, a voice sounded behind me, startling me.

A beautiful woman walked up to the glass enclosure and looked carefully at the folding fan.

"Uh~~ This poem is very interesting, it's not a scenery or a character, it's a little scary to read." I don't know how to describe this kind of thing, so I just talk nonsense.

The woman raised the white feather fan in her hand to cover half of her face, as if to make fun of me.

"It seems that this little brother came to Baiyueju for another purpose."

Well? What does she mean by that? Could it be that she could read minds, and she could see that I was here to steal the paintings

"No purpose, I just happened to walk around here, curious, so come in and have a look." After saying that, I quickly left her side, and my eyes began to speed up to look for the Danqing painting.

The woman didn't come with me, and I breathed a sigh of relief, and in a glance I found the scroll I was looking for in the corner of the library. What's wrong here? Isn't it supposed to be extraordinarily precious what the witch wants?

On Xu Xiaoli's neck, in the corner of the collection hall, there are only two things left that I can see if I go to the antique stall near my home.

I walked outside the glass enclosure and didn't look at the painting, but to see how it could be opened. There are two hidden locks, I don't know if there is an alarm or something. I looked up at the rooftops around me, and sure enough, there was surveillance. I really regret not bringing him with me, if he had, I would just have to wait at the door.

I went back and forth in the collection two more times, thinking about what to do at night. Ay! I haven't done anything like stealing chickens and touching dogs, and I don't know the bottom of my heart~~~ (To be continued.) )