Since Gao He and Cui Wei left, it seems that the tide has ebbed, and Song Xiaocheng's life has returned to its former peace. The kind of calm that is calm to the point of tedium and boredom.

It's been a week or so, every day when he goes to work and goes home for dinner, and no one has ever asked him about the explosion, not even from the company why he didn't go to work that afternoon. And all the people who had anything to do with that day never reappeared. Whether it was Mr. Liu, or that Xiao Zhang, he never appeared again.

When Gao He left, he said a cruel word, saying that he would meet again. But judging from the past few days, there are still not many ruthless people in this world who can really fulfill their cruel words.

Ganesha, however, counted one. Although he didn't make a move, Song Xiaocheng felt that the elephant must be a ruthless one.

But since the subway entrance, Song Xiaocheng has never seen Ganesa again for the next week.

Didn't meet, didn't appear out of nowhere, didn't give him a dream. Didn't even send him a single cell phone message.

It seems that Song Xiaocheng's life is about to return to calm like this.

Except for two things......

The first is the triangle in the palm of Song Xiaocheng's right hand.

Oddly enough, the unclosed triangle seems to have changed a bit since the restaurant incident that day. The position where the opening was originally opened seemed to extend slightly inward. If you don't look closely, you really can't see it.

Second, it is the statue of Ganesan on Song Xiaocheng's bedside table, which has always maintained a weird idiot smile.

Waiting for big eyes, grinning at the corners of his mouth, smiling very happily.

It wasn't like that when I first bought it. When traveling in neighboring countries, the streets are full of strange handmade products. Animal teeth, knitted cushions, leather bracelets made on site, and freshly sharpened violins the size of palms......

Among them, there is such a special one, which sells idols.

Song Xiaocheng saw the image of a white elephant's head in "Journey to the West", but before that trip, he really didn't think that the elephant head would be a religious image. Although he has always disliked these gods and ghosts, when he saw this blood-red and hideous-looking elephant man for the first time on the side of the road, Song Xiaocheng felt that he liked it very much, and after a few days, he finally bought one back.

But at that time, the statue of the god was wrinkling his eyebrows and staring, with a very vicious expression, not what it is now.

"Isn't it like this all the time?

When Song Xiaocheng leaned on the bed and asked his girlfriend Xiao Yu, who was wearing a mask, why the expression of the idol was so strange, Xiao Yu's answer was not unexpected by Song Xiaocheng.

"What a drop of water, Ganesha!"

After Xiao Yu walked out of the bedroom, Song Xiaocheng quietly raised a middle finger at the ceiling.

But that's fine. Why did you accept Ganesha's offer in the first place? Well, maybe it's for fun. But what about after that?

If Ganesa is leading Song Xiaocheng to some dirty quagmire, then what Song Xiaocheng wants to do now is to at least try to protect those he cares about from that dirt. Xiao Yu, and his parents or something.

Lying on the pillow while boringly flipping through the mobile phone, Song Xiaocheng thought about these things that he didn't have. After a while, the sound of water in the bathroom stopped, and they walked into the bedroom, closed the door, and turned off the lights to sleep.

Some people say that insomnia is caused by overthinking and overthinking. But for Song Xiaocheng, the more he thinks about it, the better his sleep quality will be.

Because he wanted to be tired, Song Xiaocheng fell asleep when he saw the dark.

I don't know how long I slept, I don't know how, I was dazed, one second I was still feeling soft and comfortable in the bed, and the next second suddenly, Song Xiaocheng's eyelids rose. Not only did his eyelids rise, but he also sat up straight.

Song Xiaocheng woke up.

It was still dark. The only thing in the room was the wall clock on the wall and the sound of the second hand shaking.

"Click, click"

At one o'clock in the morning, the hour hand is vertically upward.

Xiao Yu is not in bed.

It was as if there was a force urging him, as if it had been premeditated in advance-Song Xiaocheng's breath became thinner and thinner, lower and lower, his scalp tightened, and he pricked up his ears and listened carefully-

Across the wall, faintly, there were voices.

He gently lifted the thin sheets, stepped on the floor barefoot, and walked lightly to the bedroom door, wanting to listen through the bedroom door.

The bedroom door was hidden.

Walking out of the bedroom, Song Xiaocheng originally planned to look around to find Xiao Yu's whereabouts, but as soon as he opened the bedroom door, he found that a trace of light seeped in from the direction of the balcony. The tiptoeing Chaoyang platform leaned over, and before he could see it clearly, he had already heard it first.

That's right, the sound came from the balcony.

But that's not the sound of talking. At first, Song Xiaocheng thought that Xiao Yu was sleepwalking, and his mouth was talking in his sleep. But listen closely—

The voice was like singing, but only one note. The sound is also very quiet, as if it is afraid of being heard.

Girlfriend Xiao Yu, standing on the closed balcony, with a disheveled hair, naked, wearing only a pair of underwear, looking up at the air, motionless, and a monotonous voice from the shrill voice in her throat.

It's like a machine that makes a noise when it breaks down.

It wasn't until that breath was finished that Xiao Yu took a deep breath, and his voice was a few keys higher, but there was still only one tone, until the next breath was finished.

What made Song Xiaocheng feel creepy the most was that Xiao Yu's skin exuded a yellow-green shimmer.

Although it is not very strong, it is also very dazzling in the darkness.

If it weren't for the fact that he had seen too many strange things in the past few days, Song Xiaocheng would have screamed a long time ago. Yet he just watched and listened motionlessly.

At the same time, he also keenly noticed that outside the glass of the balcony, today is the full moon.

............

"Did you sleep well last night?"

As soon as Xiao Yu opened her eyes, Song Xiaocheng asked her beside her.

"Hmm......" Xiao Yu, who was actually still half-asleep, wore messy hair and groped for his glasses by the pillow.

"Did you dream of something?" Song Xiaocheng asked again.

Xiao Yu didn't bother to pay attention to him, put on his glasses, kicked his slippers indiscriminately, and left the bedroom.

Before Xiao Yu had time to get dressed, Song Xiaocheng also went into the bathroom, quietly observed, and even took advantage of "I'll help you squeeze toothpaste" to look at Xiao Yu's two palms.

Nothing.

At least there were no things that Song Xiaocheng was not familiar with.

After quietly returning to the room last night, Song Xiaocheng sent a message to Ganesa on his mobile phone. But the guy didn't reply to him at all, just like it had been for the past few days.

Could it be that he finally failed to protect Xiao Yu? Could it be that that Ganesa guy dragged Xiao Yu into the water?

Song Xiaocheng gritted his teeth, clenched his fists hard, and walked out of the house to go to work.

Perhaps, I should ask Xiao Yu directly? to ask her, why did she hang her throat on the balcony in the middle of the night?

"Hey, Xiaocheng, Song Xiaocheng!"

Leaning against the window, Song Xiaocheng, who was full of thoughts, was suddenly woken up. Only then did he turn his gaze away from the dazzling window and glanced back at Qiu Shuang, who was at the same table.

"I called you several times and didn't respond. Isn't there no need to change that plan?"

Song Xiaocheng sighed from his nose, "It's not about the plan." ”

Scheme. Hehe, if you can just write a plan every day like before, you can go home and play games and sleep peacefully, then thank God.

"What's that? Miss your girlfriend?"

Song Xiaocheng turned his head to stare at the female colleague, thinking, you are really empathetic.

"Tell me if you have anything on your mind?

"Oh...... It's okay, I'll just go out and breathe. ”

People like Song Xiaocheng will attach more importance to the feelings between people. But again, such people do not easily identify someone as their "friend". Although these two words came out of Qiu Shuang's mouth, Song Xiaocheng felt a little warm in his heart, but at this time, he had another idea.

"Huh, where are you going?" Qiu Shuang shouted to Song Xiaocheng, who had already strode out of the office.

"Go downstairs and cool off!"

"Ah...... That...... Help me bring a popsicle up!"

Song Xiaocheng, who had already walked to the elevator hall, could clearly hear Qiu Shuang shouting for hawthorn-flavored popsicles. Leaning against the marble wall on the side of the elevator door, Song Xiaocheng took out his mobile phone and flipped through the address book.

“H... Sea... Han... What... Wildly...... Huan, "After flipping through the names that couldn't even match who was who, Song Xiaocheng finally found the name he was looking for.

Huan Lingyu.

If there is one last person in this world, and Song Xiaocheng is willing to call him a "friend", it must be Huan Lingyu.

A few minutes later, sitting under a privet tree, sipping a hawthorn-flavored popsicle, Song Xiaocheng made a voice call. After some pleasantries such as "What have you been doing?" or so on......

"Come out for a skewer at night, right?" Song Xiaocheng licked the hawthorn popsicle that was about to melt.

"Hey, that's the right thing! But I've been craving roast duck lately, and a while ago I found a roast duck in an old shop...... Exceptional!"

An excited voice rushed out of Song Xiaocheng's mobile phone receiver.

"yes, let's eat skewers today. Song Xiaocheng squinted his eyes and said lightly.

"Why don't you make a hot pot?" How about shabu-shabu in a big copper pot? Last time, the shabu-shabu was bursting with belly, okay? It's very good!" the voice on the phone became more and more excited.

"I want to eat skewers. Song Xiaocheng said.

The voice in the phone's receiver suddenly fell silent. After a while, the voice came again.

"Alas...... Okay, come to my house at night. I'll give you a firing pair. ”

Huan Lingyu's family lives in an old family area.

When they were young, Song Xiaocheng and Huan Lingyu were two little children in a big courtyard. What is different is that Song Xiaocheng's parents are both cadres of their unit, so Song Xiaocheng's family lives in a tube building, which is 60 square meters, and Huan Lingyu's grandfather is the leader of the unit, so Huan Lingyu's family lives in a small courtyard of a bungalow, about 140 square meters, and there is half an acre of garden at the door, which is reserved for his grandfather to farm. It wasn't until later that Song Xiaocheng's father made a little money, and the family moved out of the family home.

And Huan Lingyu now lives alone in the old house of the family home. It's just that Song Xiaocheng hasn't seen anyone else in his house for many years except Huan Lingyu and Lu Cook.

Braised and boiled. That was the name of a pug raised by Huan Lingyu.

"As soon as you said you were eating skewers, I knew you had to be in trouble. Eating skewers is fake, but it's true if there's something to say. ”

As he spoke, the slender Huan Lingyu took out a plate of spicy chicken that was still sizzling, and placed it on the stone square table in front of his house, which happened to be pressed against the Chu River in the Han Realm, and there was a plate of green onion fried pork next to it, and the cold dish was a plate of flower and hair shuangpin, a plate of fragrant sauce beef, and a double pepper white chopped chicken.

"Wow, dare to fry spicy chicken in front of me, young man, you are very confident!"

Song Xiaocheng waved his chopsticks, picked out a piece of chicken thigh meat with skin in the middle of a plate full of chili peppers and peppercorns, and stuffed it into his mouth, "It's okay!

Huan Lingyu sat opposite Song Xiaocheng, also waved his chopsticks, sandwiched a thick wad of beef, first threw a piece of stew to the ground next to the table with his tongue sticking out, and then stuffed the rest into his mouth.

"Tell me, what's going on?"

Song Xiaocheng chewed the spicy chicken in his mouth, ate a few bites of each dish on the table one by one, and drank a large sip of cold water.

"I'm the when I came to you today, and I just had my first serious meal in two weeks!"

For Song Xiaocheng, the meaning of life, in addition to all kinds of tedious responsibilities and playing games, is probably delicious food. But for the past two weeks since Ganesa appeared, he had neither the heart to play games nor the mood to eat. It wasn't until last night that he couldn't even sleep. All kinds of supernatural events happened one after another, so that this originally ordinary and boring little person didn't even think about tea and dinner for a while.

However, there will always be a person in this world, and the presence of TA can make you relax, let go of your worries, and even make you feel at ease and entrust your life.

While sweeping everything on the table, Song Xiaocheng told Huan Lingyu everything about the book from the second chapter to the first half of this chapter.

"I-go, Song Xiaocheng, are you telling me ghost stories? I live alone at night, you scare me so easily!"

While complaining, Huan Lingyu gnawed on a small piece of chicken ribs.

"You sleep alone with a dog. What about me?"

Song Xiaocheng put the chopsticks on the plate, "The person who slept with me got up from bed in the middle of the night and went to the balcony to emit light and heat!"

"I don't think it matters. Really, Song Xiaocheng, Lin Yu's matter I don't think it's a big deal for you now. ”

"So what do you think is the big deal?"

"That thing in the palm of your hand. ”

Huan Lingyu pointed at Song Xiaocheng's right hand with chopsticks, and summed up sharply, "Can you stretch out your hand and show me that thing......?"

With the light, Song Xiaocheng spread his right hand, and the triangular mark on the palm of his hand seemed to have turned black.

"Huh?"

Huan Lingyu squinted his eyes for about half a minute, and suddenly shouted loudly.

"I've seen this rune!"