In the morning reading class, everyone was reading English with English books, and Zhang Heming didn't know why he couldn't beat his spirits, his eyes always liked to fight, and his eyelids were lowered, and Zhang Heming kept pushing his eyes to the maximum.

Wu Sitong, who was next to him, saw Zhang Heming's listless appearance and said, "Did you play games again last night?" Now listless? ”

"No! I'm just sleepy! ”

Thinking of last night, Zhang Heming almost didn't cry, I don't know where to run a cat, jumping up and down in his room, helping his room make a mess, urinating everywhere, Zhang Heming caught a cat last night.

"You don't know, I caught a cat last night and made it like this."

"Come on, who believes you with this mouth, the mouth of the liar, you boy's mouth is not reliable." Wu Sitong said a little unbelieving Zhang Heming's words.

"Cut, believe it or not, I'm telling the truth anyway." Zhang Heming said.

After the morning reading class, Zhang Heming lay on the table and slept, and the sleeping one called a fragrant na, and the sound of snoring was loud.

"Purr ......"

Who knew that Zhang Heming slept too soundly this night and slept until class, and then a haggard voice sounded, and then Zhang Heming's face felt a hot and painful feeling, and immediately helped Zhang Heming wake up.

"Heming, you are snoring like thunder during class time. What were you doing last night? Isn't it playing the game again? If you don't listen carefully in class and still sleep, I must respond to your parents. ”

Zhang Heming scratched his head in embarrassment, looked at the head teacher with a smile, and the classmates in the class were secretly laughing next to him, which made Zhang Heming embarrassed.

"Sleep during class time, Heming, you stand in the back for me."

Zhang Heming walked to the back helplessly, and Zhang Heming stood in the back and watched everyone go to class. One stop is a class, and then the head teacher also helped Zhang Heming to call to the office to tell him the truth, Zhang Heming's ears were calloused, Zhang Heming smiled and said: "Teacher, I won't sleep in class anymore, don't worry." ”

"Well, then you must remember that ha, okay, let's go to class."

When leaving, Zhang Heming glanced at the head teacher with disdain, and said in his heart, "It's crooked, it makes Zhang Heming want to sleep in class." ”

When he came to the class, he saw Zhang Heming come back and looked at Zhang Heming's helpless face, and knew that Zhang Heming must have been disciplined. "How? Is it comfortable to sleep in? Is the teacher's tea delicious? ”

"Bi Shengke, you stinky brother of schadenfreude, you are gloating for me, laughing at a fart!"

This day passed, I was really drunk, and when I went home, I saw Mu Ziyi walking alone, and Zhang Heming greeted him very warmly.

"Ziyi, where is Xu Ying? Didn't she go with you? Zhang Heming looked at her and smiled.

"Xu Ying, I want a blackboard newspaper today, and she told me to go home first."

After a few words with her, Zhang Heming felt exhausted, didn't know what to say, and became very nervous. Zhang Heming tried to talk to her, but Zhang Heming always couldn't open his mouth, just squirmed and didn't know what to say.

Then, watching her fade away, leaving only Zhang Heming watching her.

Bi Shengke sneered and said beside him: "Poor, how can it be so uncomfortable to like someone, watching someone's heart ripple, haha I can't bear to be funny." ”

"Lao Bi, let me ask you, what kind of boy do you say Ziyi likes?" I said solemnly.

"What? What was your plan? ”

"How is that possible? I always feel that she doesn't pay much attention to me, am I not the kind of boy she likes, what kind of boy do you think she will be now? ”

Bi Shengke took a bite of spicy noodles and said: "Where do I know where to go, and I am not a roundworm in her stomach." You want to know you won't ask. Besides, I feel like you're so virtuous, if I were a girl, I wouldn't like you! ”

"Die to you, I don't dare, it's embarrassing to ask, or you can help me ask."

"Ask yourself, why do you call me, I don't like her......"

"And the last time you went there to show that you had a crush on her?" Zhang Heming asked rhetorically.

"Cheesy, I just think she's good-looking, not like you."

The night was hazy, and the shadows of the trees were swaying, showing some horrors.

Zhang Heming was walking alone on the street, and a cool breeze hit Zhang Heming's cheeks. Pedestrians walk back and forth on the street.

There is still a bus at 8:30 p.m. and at 8:30 p.m., so you should be able to take the bus home.

"I wonder how my parents will scold me if I come home so late? Alas, it can only be resigned to fate. Zhang Heming sighed, expressing my mood at this moment.

Because after school this afternoon, Zhang Heming and Lao Bi went to the electronic entertainment city to play too crazy, and they are not still outside.

"It's almost nine o'clock, it's over, my mother will definitely serve the family."

Zhang Heming hurriedly ran towards the bus stop, hoping to take the last bus home.

There was no one at the site, I was alone, the street lights were so desolate, the hairy moon hung high in the sky, and from time to time a gust of wind blew, making Zhang Heming yawn. There are fewer and fewer pedestrians on the streets, and they have been waiting for a long time, but they still haven't waited for the bus.

Suddenly, a voice came. "Young man, is this a place to wait for the bus?" Oops, an old lady suddenly appeared and startled me.

Slowly, Zhang Heming opened his mouth and said to the old grandmother: "Yes, grandma." ”

"I'm going home to rest, hehe." After chatting, Zhang Heming looked at the old grandmother, who had white hair wrapped in a flower turban, her face was full of wrinkles, her smile was extremely terrifying, and her rickety body was wearing a cotton shirt and cotton pants.

The most conspicuous thing is her three-inch golden lotus with a pair of feet. Zhang Heming thought to himself, it is rare to see someone dressed like this in this year, a three-inch golden lotus.

It should be from the countryside, Zhang Heming didn't pay much attention to it. Waiting for the bus impatiently, Zhang Heming planned to walk home, at this moment, a layer of white fog rose around, and two lights came from the white fog, and the silhouette was a bus faintly. Seeing a car coming, Zhang Heming quickly stopped the car.

The bus is a little shabby. The bus stopped slowly, Zhang Heming got on the bus, walked to the bus, and there were many people sitting on the bus. Zhang Heming found a seat without a seat and sat down, and the car slowly opened.

Not long after leaving, a bus slowly drove up......

Sitting on the bus, the bus is unusually cold, I always feel cold inside, quiet inside like a pool of stagnant water, all the guests are motionless, and their faces are even more eerie under the lights. Soon, the bus stopped, and a woman got on board with a child in her hands.

Seeing this, Zhang Heming must have asked to give up his seat, and Zhang Heming hurriedly beckoned the lady to come and sit. The lady didn't say anything, just smiled at Zhang Heming without smiling, and sat in Zhang Heming's seat.

The car continued to drive, and after driving for a long time, the grandmother just got out of the car, and smiled at Zhang Heming when she got out of the car, why hasn't the car been driving for so long, why hasn't it reached the National Treasure Road.

And this road is not going to National Treasure Road at all, it's rare to take the wrong bus? No, this is the bus to your home!

"Master, isn't this to the National Treasure Road?"

The driver did not reply to Zhang Heming, Zhang Heming continued to say a few words, the driver should not have replied to Zhang Heming, this gang of Zhang Heming was angry, and he was unhappy, and he didn't sit down, Zhang Heming wanted to get out of the car.

"Master, I'm going to get off the field, you stop quickly."

Zhang Heming's speech was like air, and the driver couldn't hear it at all. Zhang Heming drove towards the passengers, looked at Zhang Heming with expressionless faces and cold, and then continued to sit on his own business. Suddenly, I felt a chill in my heart,

Zhang Heming thought, "Shouldn't it, all the ghosts I met tonight are ghosts, these people are not living people, the more I think about it, the more scared I become, these people are not normal at all." ”

However, Zhang Heming felt that something was wrong, Zhang Heming had a spirit card and the pupil had already been sealed, how could he see a ghost? But the strange thing was put in front of Zhang Heming, and it was impossible to hit the ghost if he didn't believe it.

But the car was driving vigorously, and Zhang Heming didn't know where he would drive? If you can't get out of the car, what should I do?

“……”