He pressed the cap of the pen in his hand, "Click! "Click!" The sound was not very abrupt, blending with the small movements of the others, hovering in the classroom.

Yang Linsheng behind him was burying his head at the moment, and the textbook was erected very carefully to cover his head.

The mobile phone was hidden in his sleeve, his fingers danced quickly on the screen, and after typing, he carefully raised his head and pretended to be serious, watching the teacher lecture.

Until the phone vibrated again, and then buried his head again, quickly and skillfully replying to Ji Ruyun's message.

When Yang Mu just finished today's work and entered the bedroom, he saw Ji Ruyun's mouth with an uncontrollable smile: "Who are you talking to?" ”

Ji Ruyun was completely accustomed to the person in front of him, whether it was his behavior or his breathing at night, he raised his head and still smiled shyly: "Oh, it's Lin Sheng, this kid doesn't write his homework seriously in class, he always plays, I just educated him, and he came to tease me again." ”

"Don't talk too late, you go to bed early." Yang Mu said and climbed into bed, and deliberately handed her the time on his watch to remind her.

Since he personally took her to the hospital that afternoon, Yang Mu has supervised her daily life and diet very strictly according to the doctor's instructions.

The feeling of being controlled and cared for made Ji Ruyun very useful, "Got it." ”

She obediently put away her phone and got into the bed.

Yang Mu turned off the headlights, kept the table lamp next to the bed, and sat next to her and guarded quietly.

The paper man Yang Mu has no heart, no soul, only all the memories of the person he once had, and his actions are all according to the best Yang Mu in his memory.

His fingers brushed the hair that covered the eyelids, and although the skin had been swollen, the bruises were still quite obvious, and according to the doctor, it would take at least a week or so to completely disappear.

When the fingertips touched the other party's skin, Ji Ruyun's eyelashes trembled slightly, scratching his fingers as if tickling.

Obviously, he is just an empty paper shell, but with the past few days of getting along, he has a strange feeling, and he can't explain it.

The more he pursued this feeling, the more lonely and empty he felt.

Yang Mu withdrew his hand, listening to the woman's voice in his ear gradually becoming steady and heavy.

Lifting the quilt, he carefully stepped on his slippers, opened the wardrobe, and changed into clothes.

He doesn't need to do these things deliberately, appearance or anything, just things that move his thoughts, but doing so will make him feel like he is really being a human ritual.

Just now, I felt that Yan Hui was calling him, but now he has been delayed for a while, and if he doesn't rush over, he is afraid that he will destroy himself in a fit of anger and find another paper person to replace him.

Before leaving, he left a kiss on Ji Ruyun's sleeping cheek, and hurriedly went out.

Something was surging in the middle of the night.

At the same time as Yang Mu left, the smart peach blossom eyes suddenly opened at the same time in the dark night.

Here we go!

Bai Tang didn't even have time to change his clothes, so he grabbed the rags with his usual ostentatious props

Bag.

Then, "Whew! Suddenly it disappeared into the air, and the old and somewhat messy room was empty in an instant.

The classroom was unconsciously quiet, and the teacher was holding chalk and writing on the blackboard the more typical exam questions he had copied.

When writing impassionedly, the brushstrokes will subconsciously force a little harder, and between the scratching of the pen and the blackboard, there will be a harsh and ugly friction sound, which will cause many people to frown and quickly cover their ears.

"Okay, I'll give you five minutes to do this problem yourself." When he was done, he put down the chalk and turned to the group of students below.

Jiang Futing was still frowning, and there was still a particularly scratching voice in his mind, and he couldn't help but feel a little irritated under such stimulation.

Like everyone else, he suppressed the uncomfortable feeling in his heart, glanced at the topic, and just as he lowered his head and opened the book to write the teacher's temporary question, a familiar and piercing cold current suddenly burst out from his chest, spreading quickly to his limbs along every nerve in him.

His body was subconsciously stunned.

The hand that had been holding the ballpoint pen subconsciously suddenly exerted force, and at the moment when the hands were soaked in the cold, he stiffened and let go.

"Smack!" The ballpoint pen in his hand flew straight upwards like a rocket and flew to the girl's table next to him.

The moment it fell, the tip of the pen was still in the textbook, drawing an ugly long line.

"I'm sorry." Jiang Futing gritted his teeth and resisted the strange feeling in his body while stretching out his white hand to someone else's table.

"It's fine." The girl smiled indifferently and handed the pen over.

He took it and nodded to the girl: "Thank you." ”

Then he turned his head and looked at the topic on the blackboard again, but the pain that seeped into the bone marrow kept coming from his body, the familiarity like ants gnawing, and the power of the river and sea in his chest were intertwined and constantly tugged at the sanity in his brain.

The white chalk words on the blackboard kept splitting under his eyes.

One, two, four.

"Jiang Futing, are you uncomfortable?" The girl who had just handed him the pen looked over and asked in a low voice with her head buried in her notebook.

"Nope." He lowered his head to cover his face and replied simply.

He clearly felt how the energy in his body struggled violently inside the seal, and the discomfort involved made his heart, which had been suspended for a day, completely collapse.

It's not that it hurts, it's that something he's been guarding against for so long has finally cracked, and this is the first time he's been scared.

Even when he saved Lin Jin and Jiang Chao, he was not at a loss like this, Jiang Futing felt like he had fallen into a bottomless abyss with one foot in the air, his body kept falling, no one knew what would be below, and his right hand kept holding the ballpoint pen tightly.

"Okay, let's look at this question next......" The teacher's voice came from the podium again.

The trance consciousness was aroused a lot by this suddenly loud voice, and Jiang Futing looked at the clean exercise book

, only to realize that I didn't even click a punctuation mark.

Time began to get long, and every moment was a confrontation with the power in the body.

His thoughts became anxious, and the rest of the time was muddy, and he didn't even know when the evening self-study was over, until someone knocked on the table, "Why don't you leave?" ”

He looked up at the person standing at his table with some difficulty, "Right now." ”

"! Why are you so pale, are you still cured? Yang Linsheng saw his face when he raised his head, and shouted in fright.

Jiang Futing staggered to pick up his schoolbag, pushed him away, and left the classroom.

"What's the matter with you, do you want to take another leave to go to the hospital!" Yang Linsheng hurriedly strode up to follow, regardless of whether he wanted to take care of himself or not.

Jiang Futing didn't say anything, and took out the key to lock the door.

As a result, because his vision was like a layer of dust, Huang couldn't even see clearly, and his fingers were like Parkinson's patients, shaking and shaking, and he didn't even insert the hole.

The people on the side couldn't stand it and sighed.

Jiang Futing only felt that the key in his hand was suddenly taken away, and then the door was locked with a vague "click" sound.

The key was put back in his palm, and he turned around, without speaking, and walked briskly, taking out his phone.

Just as he was about to make a call, he heard clear footsteps behind him, and he turned his head and looked at him coldly: "Don't follow me." ”

"But that's the way back to the dormitory, where can I go." Yang Linsheng looked at him inexplicably.

"Whatever you want, don't follow me anyway." Jiang Futing dropped this sentence and continued to move forward quickly.

When he was short of breath, he could clearly feel that the things in his chest were rolling more and more violently, like a wave, and he didn't know which second he could drown himself.

All that was left was the blind tone of the phone, and the whistling of the cold wind in my ears.

He had already dialed three in a row, but no one over there answered.

The feeling of uneasiness that lasted for a day almost overflowed his throat and stifled Jiang Futing's breathing.

At that moment, he almost wondered if something would happen to Bai Tang, but after thinking about it, he felt that it was impossible, the strength that the other party showed last time was definitely impossible for ordinary ghost catchers to have, and he must have been stumped by something.

I gave up calling, so I could only take the lead in sending a text message and trying to stabilize my mind.

In this more tense moment, his mind slowly calmed down again.

He remembered the first time he had broken the seal, the last time it had been loosened, and this time, every detail that had happened flashed through his mind.

At first, it erupted suddenly because of an accident, and the second time and now, as if something has been channeling the power in his body.

But what is it?

He suddenly remembered Bai Tang's phone call yesterday, the other party should not ask him such a question for no reason, he must have found something, but there was no definite evidence, so he would come to him to investigate

。

He turned his head and looked at Yang Linsheng, he had been in contact with him a lot recently, but the strange behavior, he had been thinking about it in his mind for a long time and couldn't retrieve it.

Yang Linsheng happened to meet his sudden gaze, and walked up quickly, thinking that he was uncomfortable, so he swept around from top to bottom: "What's the matter, do you want to ask Lao Liang for leave." ”

"No, you don't." Jiang Futing retracted his gaze and didn't look like it.

What the hell was going on, he felt like he was stuck in a dead end, and he couldn't get around.

Yang Linsheng looked at the expression on his face that was dark and a little ugly, and closed his mouth very interestingly.

The two of them just walked silently.

On the way from the school building to the dormitory, you will pass a small bridge.

Although the school was large, and the distance of the road was not short, it seemed that they had indeed walked for a long time, and the two of them were not slow, but they had not yet seen the bridge.

Yang Linsheng's footsteps couldn't help but slow down.

Jiang Futing was constantly fighting against the earth-shattering movements in his body at the moment, and he didn't have any more thoughts to pay attention to the scenery next to him.

It wasn't until he noticed that the regular pace around him had slowed down, and then he didn't look at him, Yang Linsheng's expression didn't know when it began to become a little scared: "Jiang Futing, do you think this road is a little strange?" ”

(End of chapter)