"How is your mother doing?" Jiang Futing spoke in a deep voice.

I've always wanted to ask this question, but I'm afraid that the question will be too abrupt and reveal his scars, so I don't know how to speak, and now I just follow his words to ask.

"My mom has been ...... lately. It's okay, it's quite uncomfortable at first, after all, people who have been with me for decades suddenly ......" Yang Linsheng said frowning, recalling those broken pasts, "It's going to be empty if it disappears like this, it's much better these days, and I'm used to it anyway." ”

"That's good." Jiang Futing seemed to be inexplicably relieved, and he didn't ask any more questions, not wanting to reveal the scars, while feeling that he would think about what happened that day if he talked too much, unforgettable, some pictures were rooted and turned upside down from that day.

"By the way, when are you free, what my mother said about inviting you to dinner?" Yang Linsheng thought of what he had just said and turned the topic back.

"Final exams are over." Jiang Futing did not directly refuse.

When Yang Linsheng heard the words of the final exam, his unruly face suddenly pulled down, okay, I don't want to say anything, and my appetite for eating is gone, so I want to mention the final exam!

"Then forget it." Jiang Futing looked at the person who was suddenly silent.

"Hey, don't!" Yang Linsheng hurriedly shouted, if you don't invite a meal, Ji Ruyun can talk in his ear every day, and his ear will explode sooner or later: "Isn't it just the final exam, you promised to teach me to do the math before, relying on me, it's impossible to pass!" ”

"Count." Jiang Futing thought for a while, and added, "Double rest, make up for the broken time." ”

"Okay, okay." Yang Linsheng nodded, for fear that he would refuse again, anyway, there are only two weeks before the end of the term, and two weeks of weekends are just two weeks, compared to the happy time of the winter vacation, these four days are a ball.

Jiang Futing did what he said, starting to make up for it in the ten minutes before the lunch break started after lunch, continued to make up after class, and changed seats with him at the same table in self-study class to make up for it.

By the end of the night, Yang Linsheng was like losing half his life, and he was more prostrated than playing two ball games in a row.

Jiang Futing was rarely relaxed on the way back, and now he didn't have to worry about being followed by other ghosts at all, but he was used to it, and his body practiced conditioned reflexes.

The slightest disturbance will make him subconsciously wake up.

Recently, there have been significantly fewer people taking the subway, and the city, which was originally extremely crowded and noisy, has become empty before you know it.

Two weeks ago, the subway was still crowded, and there was no place to grab the handrails, but now he found an empty seat, and when he sat down, his knees were out of position a lot, and his legs were very long, and they looked quite thin, but they were all tight muscles.

Every day in the car, there will be many girls who will set their eyes on him, and there are also secretly taking pictures, just like now.

Somewhat sleepy.

Jiang Futing narrowed his eyes and began to nap, but he still had a nerve to listen to the voice broadcast of the subway station.

He hasn't slept well lately, he is a person who is more sensitive to external movements, even if he falls asleep at night, the sound of Bai Tang knocking on the computer in the middle of the night will still penetrate his eardrum and drill into his sleep.

Consciousness is not

Unconsciously, it blurred, and when the station stopped, the LED lights lit up by the posters outside the station were still glowing in the dark eyelids.

His mind was followed by a white light, soft and warm.

"Momo!" Thoughts emanate when suddenly aggression comes into a cry.

The name is familiar, and so is the shouting.

His whole person seemed to have fallen into the endless ocean in an instant, his body kept sinking, his vision became dark with the depth of the seabed, and he was about to suffocate, and the huge water pressure around him made him breathless.

"Ink God!" The bright voice shouted again.

Jiang Futing frowned tightly, he kept struggling in his dreams, trying to wake up but couldn't, while thinking about who this name was.

But gradually, the name I remembered became blurry again.

"Momo!" Another shout.

"The train is about to arrive at Koenmae Station, so please be careful of the gap between the train and the platform......

The loud voice broadcast suddenly woke up the person who was drowning in the dream, Jiang Futing suddenly opened his eyes, stared blankly at the glass window opposite, and saw the passage outside clearly through the lights of the platform and the slowing speed of the subway.

The phoenix eyes, which were clear a second ago, gradually became confused.

What did you just dream about?

His clothes were sweaty, and his palms were wet, as if he had been soaked in water.

The body is still in the state just now, the memory is empty, and I want to think hard, but it is like I can't touch it through the membrane, and a big piece of something is missing.

"When you arrive in front of the park, please get off the bus through the left door, please be careful when you open the door, and pay attention to the safety of your feet."

The broadcast voice sounded again, the flow of people at this station was relatively large, there were many people getting off the bus, there were many people getting on the bus, and the crowd was constantly passing in front of him.

It wasn't until the crowd was still again that he stood up in a trance, quickly squeezed out of the crowd, and then pulled out the wipes in his bag, wiping the sweat from his forehead as he walked.

When he left the station, the wind blew, and the branches and leaves overhead disturbed, and the street lamp just spilled from behind, stretching his shadow very long.

Jiang Futing's heart was still beating a little fast, and he felt flustered, like palpitations.

He looked at the time, and the last train to Bai Tang's house was ten o'clock, and it was still too late.

When I walked to the bus stop, I silently stared at the green belt in the middle of the road and stood for a while. It wasn't until all the buses marked on the sign had passed in front of his eyes that he came back to his senses completely.

I still don't remember what I had in my dream, but the feeling of drowning was a little uncomfortable.

Bai Tang came back late anyway, and he didn't rush until the last train came.

There are not many people on the platform, not to mention that the place where this train runs is relatively remote, and he is the only one who gets on the train.

The master looked quite familiar, and Jiang Futing glanced at him when he swiped the code.

"Yo, why is it so late today?" The driver looked at him and said in surprise.

Jiang Fu

Ting didn't expect this master to remember himself and look at him more, "There is something to do today." ”

The driver is a middle-aged man, looking about forty or fifty years old, with dark skin, it is estimated that he has been driving for many years to get sunburned like this, and his body still exudes a choking smell of smoke, as if he has been pickled in smoke.

I did see him a few times when I took the bus before, but I didn't expect him to start the last shift today, and both of them were in a hurry.

The driver closed the door and stepped on the accelerator, and before Jiang Futing could stand firmly, the car flew out.

Generally, those who drive at night, especially when there are few cars on the road, drive very violently, as if they are in a hurry to do something.

Fortunately, Jiang Futing reacted quickly, his feet were steady, and he didn't fall.

"You're from Fortress High School." The master stepped on the accelerator and ran wildly on the road, and glanced at the school uniform in his coat: "This school is quite far away, why don't you live in the school, and it takes a lot of rest time to run back and forth." ”

"Yes, get used to it." Jiang Futing replied simply.

"How many years of high school, I have a niece who is also from Fengze High School, the same school as you, I am in the first year of high school, and I say every day that there is a lot of pressure to study, and now which school has no pressure to study." The driver sighed, slammed the steering wheel, and changed his way urgently, "Grass! Can't drive a chicken! ”

Jiang Futing listened to the driver's mouth, looked at the car that suddenly plugged in on the road just now, and was probably frightened, and suddenly slowed down again, and the impatient driver who followed it began to honk its horn again.

Listening to the noisy whistle, Jiang Futing frowned.

After passing another section of the road and stopping at a stop, the driver recovered from what had just happened, and reluctantly asked the topic just now: "Hey, haven't you said how tall you are?" ”

"Senior year of high school." Jiang Futing continued to answer simply.

"Ah, it's almost the college entrance examination, tossing back and forth so far every day, it doesn't affect the review? It should be nice to see you study like this. ”

Jiang Futing felt that this master's enthusiasm was a little too much, and he had the urge to take two steps back, thinking that he would not stop a few stops, and replied perfunctorily: "It's okay." ”

The driver seemed to be a little envious of Jiang Futing's indifferent attitude towards learning, and continued to sigh: "Why does my niece study every day, my sister also quarrels with her daughter at home about her daughter's study, her daughter likes to paint and wants to learn art, she has to let it, there is still half a semester to be divided, I don't go to her house once without making trouble." ”

Jiang Futing didn't know what to say, but the niece in his mouth was probably a thought of studying art, so she deliberately competed with her mother.

The driver kept chattering helplessly, feeling like he had finally caught someone who could understand the topic and confided in him desperately, "I see that you are quite easy to study, why is there such a big difference between people." ”

Along the way, I just listened to the driver chattering in his ear, although it was very noisy, but the state of shaking his mind that he had just fallen down had recovered a lot, and he was not so uncomfortable, but he was squeezed out of his mind by the master's talk.

After getting out of the car, he was the same as always

You'll have to cross across the road and go straight down the trail to the intersection.

But before he reached the intersection, the long-lost and familiar ghost aura fluttered from afar again.

Jiang Futing raised his head a little uncertainly, staring in the direction of the intersection, he hadn't seen it for more than a week, and he wasn't very sure.

It wasn't until he reached the intersection that he saw the ghost again.

Exactly the same dark blue suit, the slightest change in the angle, the same position, the same sense of loneliness.

Jiang Futing paused for the first time to look at him, he had always slowed down and passed by before.

Now that he was standing there like him, he was now very sure that the ghost aura in the house of the man who went there on Saturday was the ghost of this male ghost.

The other party seemed to notice his gaze again, and slowly turned his head, but this time the expression on his face was different from before, the peace seemed to be broken, and his eyes revealed a deep loneliness, sadness and helplessness, like ripples slowly spreading along with the night.

Still glancing, he turned his head back again.

(End of chapter)