The curtain slowly jumped down from the window and picked up the quill on the table, which struggled and drank all the ink.

"Why don't you let me write?"

"Unless the alarm clock agrees!"

The curtain angrily broke the quill pen, the ink flowed out of the fracture and stained the whole tabletop, the table shook slightly, and the four table legs shook off the curtain quickly, and said sharply:

"You've soiled my body!"

"That's because it won't let me write!"

The curtain roared and pounced on the table, scuffling with the table, and the alarm clock watched quietly, but it couldn't make any more sounds, just now, it felt hungry and ate its own mouth.

Is an alarm clock that doesn't sound still an alarm clock?

So it jumped off the wall, arcing perfectly enough and falling to pieces.

"The alarm clock committed suicide!"

"No! it's your fault!"

"You also killed the quill!"

"It's suicide!"

The curtain suddenly released the legs of the table, and it lay on the ground a little depressed, and the table stopped moving and fell into thought.

"The quill is dead, the alarm clock is committing suicide, and the owner will be angry if he finds out. ”

The curtain suddenly sat up from the ground, and it tried to climb on top of the table and jump out of the window, but it decided to run away.

The journal stopped it and told the window not to let it go.

"Why don't you let me go!

The kerosene lamp suddenly lit up and shone into the diary's eye, an eye with gray whites and black eyelids.

It blinked and looked at the head of the bed with a cold gaze.

"We could have changed hosts. ”

The movement of the curtains stopped, the table began to move closer to the head of the bed, and the journal blinked and whispered:

"Let's do it together. ”

.........

Roddy opened his eyes violently, his forehead covered with cold sweat, and he had a nightmare, a strange nightmare, until he found himself lying on the floor, the table holding down his legs, the curtains covering his hands, and the diary resting behind his head.

"Ahh

Extreme fear made him scream uncontrollably, kicking the table open like crazy, tearing the curtains, and then the alarm clock suddenly rang.

Roddy looked over in horror to see a shard of the ground and a mouth full of teeth, which closed and made a ticking sound.

"No.... It's not true..."

"It's a dream!"

Roddy felt his body getting colder and colder, and the curtains slowly rolled up again.

"Bang!"

The door to the room was pushed open with a hard blow, and Smith saw Roddy sitting on the ground with his head in his hands and wailing weakly, all around him in a mess, ink spilled all over the floor.

"Roddy!"

After following after seeing this scene, An Jie'er anxiously stepped forward to hug Roddy, kept stroking his hair, kissing his forehead, and holding him tightly in her arms, hoping to give her enough security with her mother's warmth.

Maybe it was the warm embrace of his mother, or the back of his father standing in front of the window and looking out was wide enough, Roddy slowly calmed down.

He looked at the curtains and tables beside him, and the diary, which lay unusually quiet.

"It's... Dreams..."

Roddy muttered to himself, carefully beginning to think about it, gradually realizing what had happened.

Before going to sleep, he heard a strange voice, someone was saying something in his head, the voice was intermittent and ethereal, like a hallucination and a kind of hysteria, which made Roddy unable to think normally, unable to keep a diary normally, so he expected to sleep to get rid of this abnormal state.

And then it all happened.

He couldn't be sure if it was because he was so absorbed in research and always forgot to sleep and eat that he was insane, or because of the research itself.

Thinking of this, Roddy calmed down a little, and he felt as if there was a pervasive and imperceptible gravitational pull entwining around him and affecting him.

"Roddy?"

"Are you feeling better? Are you having a nightmare? Or is something happening... Your father and I are worried!"

Angel had been holding Roddy, so she was the first to notice Roddy's changes, but the messy room and Roddy's helpless appearance still made her worry and didn't dare to relax at all.

Roddy smiled reluctantly, and patted his chest in feigned fear, trying to keep his tone normal.

"It's okay mom, there was a bottleneck in the research, which caused me to be a little stressed, so I had a nightmare. ”

"You should have a good rest, I'll make you a cup of coffee..."An Jie'er was slightly stunned when she said this, and then changed her words and said, "Black tea." ”

Roddy nodded, stood up from the ground with his mother's traction, and subconsciously saw the diary and curtains on the ground, and his heart seemed to skip a beat, even now he still feels afraid.

It's all weird.

Angel calmed Roddy for a while and then turned to leave the room to prepare hot tea, at which point Roddy's father, Smith, closed the window and sat on the edge of the bed and motioned for Roddy to sit down.

"It's not just a nightmare that can be explained. ”

Smith is not like Angel, he will not let Roddy's emotions go, for a father, when his children are in trouble, what to do is not to comfort, but to help solve it.

Roddy was silent for a moment, he didn't think of the right words, he was a qualified and capable researcher in the history of research, and he was just an honest kid when it came to lying.

"Father, my research has indeed hit a bottleneck, but I already have a solution, as for these..."

Roddy pointed to the messy room, hesitated for a moment before saying:

"I made it, I was irritable, so..."

Smith sighed, wrapped his thick palms around Roddy's hands, and looked at him quietly, hoping that he would take the initiative to ask for help.

"Believe me, Father, that's all there is to it. ”

Roddy's eyes drifted slightly, but his tone was very firm, but Smith knew better that Roddy had been an honest child since he was a child, and his rigor of history also gave him the quality of honesty, as a father, just a look can determine whether Roddy is lying, but being able to make Roddy decide to lie means that this is the best choice he thinks.

Perhaps it would be better to give support than to ask, Smith thought, and then said in a soothing tone:

"I believe you Roddy, but not in your lies, but in you. ”

Roddy lowered his head slightly, his face slightly red.

"Thank you, father..."

"Alright. Smith let go of Roddy's hand and left the edge of the bed, bent over as usual and rubbed Roddy's hair wildly, grinning kindly.

"Leave these things for you to sort out yourself, and you can come to me when necessary, you know, like the troubles of many young people. ”

"I'm going to stop your mother, you have to forgive her for only making coffee and black tea, in fact black tea is also refreshing. ”