"Modern history is divided into two stages, one is a new democratic society and the other is a socialist society......"

The teacher said quickly, Mo Bei held his head to make a record in the notebook, the more he wrote, the uglier he became, and after writing, he simply lost his pen and made a mark on the page, ready to go back and write again.

The mobile phone in her pocket shook twice, and Xiao Yan asked her if she was about to get out of class.

Wednesday afternoon's class is very flexible, originally scheduled to be two sessions of calligraphy, but the calligraphy teacher has a lot of nobles, three days of two heads to get together to discuss and do an exchange, almost a month after the start of school, the class did not meet a few sessions, but he was always seen on the local news.

Mo Bei's character is also happy and easy if he doesn't use calligraphy, but he doesn't worry about it.

There are three sessions in modern history, and the end of class will be after half past four, and it will only take ten minutes to see the time.

"Wouldn't it be nice to order a cake at a random shop?" After class, Mo Bei walked to the dormitory in the shade of the tree, while calling Xiao Yan back.

Xiao Yan refused without thinking: "Then how can it be done?" How can a twentieth birthday be as sloppy as it used to be? ”

"......" Mo Bei thought about the so-called sloppiness, couldn't find the words to refute it for a long time, and muttered: "Then I'm too troublesome by myself." ”

The other side seemed to be stunned for a moment, paused for two seconds, and then became serious: "Xiaobei, you can't always be alone......"

”…… I've ordered a cake, I'll go now. Seeing that Xiao Yan began to prepare a sequel to a tirade, Mo Bei hurriedly agreed, she put the book on the table, and walked out while checking the nearby cake shop with her mobile phone, and happened to run into a few roommates who came back later.

Xu Xingyan walked in front and just heard a few words behind her, and asked with a smile: "Order a cake?" What's your birthday? ”

She hummed, leaned sideways to let them in, and there was no follow-up.

After last time, the dormitory was full of silence and embarrassment, and Wang Yue also hid himself, but it was safe for now, and Mo Bei avoided it and did not disturb it.

Mo Bei didn't tell them about his birthday, so he couldn't talk about it.

There are several stores with high praise rates displayed on the mobile phone, and the top one is displayed on Xueyuan Road.

Mo Bei usually has a strong purpose when he goes out, either a supermarket or a shopping mall, a taxi near and far, and he doesn't seek to recognize the road but only not to lose it, so that he has never understood such a thing as a street sign. When I first looked at College Road, I thought it was around this street in a university town, but I couldn't find a store after walking around several sections of the road.

After flipping through the map, I realized that the so-called college on College Road was actually a university for the elderly five blocks away.

Seeing that it was getting dark, she saw a cake shop not far away and walked in.

The shop is small but clean, with a variety of cakes and pastries on the shelves, and a sweet aroma in the air.

The proprietress was a cheerful and talkative woman, and enthusiastically took out the picture album and asked her about her wishes.

She had a son who looked more than ten years old, sitting behind the counter with a pen in his hand, and a pair of eyes were wandering to look here, obviously not on homework.

The proprietress chatted with Mo Bei for a few words, and suddenly turned around, her son was caught off guard, and hurriedly lowered his head and pretended to meditate.

The proprietress counted a few words angrily, and discussed with Mo Bei again.

Mo Bei didn't actually have any requirements, he ordered one at random, set the size and style of the cake, and made an appointment to pick it up tomorrow Mo Bei left the store.

The path next to the cake shop leads to a residential building, all of which are small bungalows of one or two floors, retaining the original appearance of the city many years ago, and a high platform is built at the door of the house near the street, full of flowers, the dahlia is bright red and dazzling, fresh and bright, and it is immediately separated from other houses.

A short and thin old lady swept the dust on the steps with a broom, and the shirtless man squatted in the door frame with a rice bowl and asked vaguely: "Grandma, are there guests?" ”

The old lady laughed and was very happy: "Tomorrow is my birthday, and my daughter will come back." ”

Mo Bei stood at the intersection and listened to two sentences, and was infected by the joy in the old lady's tone, and couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth.

After the old lady finished sweeping the floor, she returned to the house with a broom and closed the door, and the man snorted at the dim light reflected in the room, and sneered, "Crazy old woman." ”

His wife walked by with a bowl from behind, and when she heard this, she kicked him: "What are you talking about! ”

The mood that had just been a little brisk sank endlessly, Mo Bei looked at the stretching highway, and the people who came and went were in a hurry, as if everyone had their own clear goal, and marched towards it happily, without the slightest confusion.

And there was only one way to her destination in front of her, not even a fork, but she didn't want to go at all.

……

Wang Yue looked up at the staircase, and she didn't know why she was looking. She had just stepped up a flight of stairs, raised her head and froze.

There was a pair of legs slowly walking up the steps, mechanical and slow. It was Mo Bei's legs, even though she had reached the last few steps, only below the knee was exposed, with white stripes on the sides of her black sweatpants and ordinary sneakers.

It's rare for a girl to wrap herself so tightly in such a hot weather.

They became roommates for a month, and every time they saw Mo Bei wearing those sweatpants with no sense of fashion, they inevitably felt heartbroken.

If I had that kind of legs, I would definitely not shave my hair to the point of revealing my skin.

Wang Yue watched the legs disappear into the corner of the stairs, thought of the atmosphere of the dormitory in the past few days, and sighed and walked up.

The lights were dark in the dormitory, and there was no one in the toilets.

Silence is a handful of poison that is splashed on the wall, atomized in the corners, and turns the senseless air into a thin, sharp blade that glides against the limbs, ready to cut.

She turned on the light and rushed to her bed, hugging the quilt and wrapping herself tightly.

It seemed that after a long time, she was almost cut by the silence, and it seemed that it was only for a while, Xu Xingyan came back: "Wang Yue, aren't you waiting for us outside the commissary?" Why did you come back first? ”

Oh, yes.

She held her head.

Why did you come back first?

It's really Wang Yue who has been in this state for a week, Xu Xingyan instinctively thinks that it is caused by the deterioration of the relationship with Mo Bei, but no one knows what happened between the two, they scratch their brains, and they can't think of a way to negotiate the relationship with Mo Bei again.

comforted Wang Yue for two sentences, but didn't get a response, so he gave up.

Wang Yue couldn't stay up until dawn and fell asleep, and heard a noise in a daze, and soon it was quiet again.

When she woke up again, it was overcast, it was still very early, and she couldn't remember if there was a class today, and the lack of sleep made her dizzy, and it took a lot of effort to not fall out of bed. I bumped all the way to the toilet, and the innermost compartment sprinkler water smashed against the wall.

She leaned against the door and squinted, and asked inarticulately, "Mo Bei, you came back so early today?" ”

The water stopped, and she heard a faint hum.

She went to the toilet and swayed back to the dormitory, closed the door with her hand, sleepiness invaded her brain, she leaned on the door panel and was drowsy, remembering that Mo Bei had not come in yet, and was about to open the door, as soon as she raised her eyes, the sleepiness was swept away in an instant, and her heart seemed to have been punched hard and contracted violently.

On the balcony, a set of sweatshirts is dripping water.

Her chest heaved and her nails dug into her palms.

Mobei will not wash clothes first and then take a shower, and will stain his clothes.

Who was in the toilet just now?

She leaned against the door, the jumbled voices she had heard before coming back to her head out of place.

- Wang Yue, get up, I'm going to be late.

- Are you not feeling well? Would you like to ask for a leave of absence?

They had already gone to class, so who was talking to her just now?

There were two knocks on the door suddenly, and Mo Bei's salty voice sounded outside the door: "Wang Yue, you open the door and let me in." ”

"Wang Yue, you let me in."

Wang Yue covered her ears and squatted down along the door, her face buried in her knees and shivering.

"It's all fake, it's all fake......"

The voice paused for two seconds, and then suddenly became sharp: "Why don't you open the door!" You let me in! You let me in! ”

The door behind it was hammered and vibrate, and things outside the door began to bang against the door continuously, and the lock let out a futile scream, accompanied by its shrill scream: "Open the door!" Open the door! ”

She was driven to madness, holding her head and screaming, "Don't come in!" ”

The banging on the door stopped, and Wang Yue could feel that it was still outside the door, like a beast with its mouth open, its fangs hanging on the dripping saliva, and a thick white and fishy breath coming out of her throat, she could almost hear a heavy gasp.

Then there was the sound of footsteps, and it slowly walked away.

Wang Yue sat on the ground against the door, and the helplessness of the rest of her life after the catastrophe made her feel exhausted, and finally couldn't help but break down and cry.

I don't know how long, she felt all the warmth and softness of her back being robbed of by the cold door, and when she gradually lost consciousness, the bell rang for the end of class, and the silent school came to life.

She looked out the window in a trance, her emotions churning in her heart.

She's survived again, how many times can she survive?

Students poured into the dorms, voices dispelling the endless nothingness.

Someone approached the door behind her, the keys clanged, she heard the sound of the key sleeve entering the lock hole, heard the person outside twist twice in vain, and muttered, "Why can't it be opened?" ”

"Wang Yue, are you awake?" Mo Bei probably thought she was still sleeping, so he raised his voice, "You open the door." ”

"Wang Yue?"

Wang Yue was anxious to find a symbol that could prove the identity of the other party, his eyes rolled around, and he saw the clothes hanging outside: "You...... How many corsets are you wearing? ”

“…… Two floors. ”

She breathed a sigh of relief, stood up on her paralyzed legs, and unscrewed the door.

Everything in front of her was going slowly, and her hand opened the door, but her mind was too late to tell her that the door was not locked at all.

A force outside the door blocked her panicked shut, and her sore limbs couldn't compete with it, and she could only watch as a few old fingers covered with purple bruises wriggled into the crack in the door, and gradually opened the door.

For the first time, the girl with a gloomy expression ripped the corners of her mouth open and revealed a strange smile.