September 2013, the third year of high school.

* Song really kept his promise, neither called the police nor went to find trouble, but he was more interested in Si Wang. The boy became more and more reticent, and every time he saw the head teacher, he deliberately avoided it. One night, *Song stopped him from behind: "Si Wang, do you know how to play table tennis?" ”

The eighteen-year-old boy was at a loss: "It's a little bit, what's wrong?" Mr. Zhang. ”

"Play two games with me."

The table tennis room is in the boys' dormitory, which was used as the dormitory of Mr. Shen Ming eighteen years ago, and was renovated shortly after his death.

He took out the key and opened the door, the table tennis table was covered with a thick layer of dust, and no one had come to play in a long time.

"Haven't you been here?"

*Song picked out the racket, and Si Wang calmly glanced around: "No, I've been here." ”

"When?"

"Last life."

"Ha, you're really kidding!"

As he spoke, he sent the ball out, and Si Wang skillfully returned the ball, only to let *song knock the ball away.

"Good fight!"

The two of them played table tennis for dozens of minutes, but they still couldn't support it first, after all, they were in their early fifties, and they were sweating profusely and sitting next to them, gulping down their drinks.

The junior boy also sweated a lot, took off his shirt, and showed his strong muscles.

"Si Wang, thank you for saving your life last time."

"It's okay."

"Teacher Zhang, why don't you ask me what my relationship is with Prosecutor Shen?"

"God knows?"

Although, *loose put on an indifferent expression, in fact, I really want to know the reason.

"He was a good friend of my dad's old friend, and I used to go to his house to play, and that night his daughter called me and said he might have gone to your house."

"In that case, you should know about Mr. Shen - in 1995, he killed the school's dean of education nearby, and then he was killed himself."

"Yes, Prosecutor Shen is his biological father."

"He always thought that I killed his son - this is really a big misunderstanding, the police have already investigated, if I am really a murderer, will I still be your homeroom teacher now?"

"It's a misunderstanding."

* Matsu gasped and looked at the cobweb-covered ceiling and said, "You know what? It was this table tennis room, which was the house where Shen Ming lived back then, and the students said that this room would be haunted, so very few people came in to play. ”

"Has anyone seen the ghost of Mr. Shenming?"

"Maybe!"

Suddenly, the fluorescent lamp overhead began to flicker, and between light and dark, coupled with the dark corridor outside the window, it seemed that there was really a ghostly atmosphere.

"He's coming." *Matsu's face did not change, patted the boy's chest and said, "Let's get dressed and go back to the dormitory." ”

In late autumn, the weather is getting colder and colder, and the sycamores on the roadside are withering, and the dead leaves fall through the cracks in the windows and onto the blackboard in the classroom. The students were desperately revising, and people kept coming to the door to ask for make-up classes, and almost all of them were dismissed. Now, he is the only teacher who dares to approach Si Wang, and the relationship between the two has become quite harmonious.

Si Wang's mobile phone rang, and the ringtone turned out to be Zhang Yusheng's "I Am an Autumn Tree", *Song said with emotion: "I liked this song so much when I was young." ”

"I heard it was a song I had before I was born."

"But Zhang Yusheng died after you were born." The two of them happened to walk past the library, but *Song put his face down and said, "Si Wang, you have done very poorly in your math mock test recently." ”

"Oh, math has always been my weakness."

"You need to make up for it!"

Si Wang stopped and looked at the roof of the library: "Okay, this is an opportunity that many people dream of. ”

"Tonight, I'm going to correct my homework here, but I won't have time until after ten o'clock, so you can go to the library to make up for it."

Then, *Song walked straight into the library.

The caretaker had already left work, and he sat alone in the empty reading room, without any homework to correct, but took a copy of "Angels and Demons" from the bookshelf and flipped through it casually.

Ten o'clock in the evening.

Si Wang really appeared, and brought the tutoring materials for high school math, *Song smiled slightly: "Okay, but it's a little cold here, let's go upstairs." ”

"Upstairs?"

The library has only two floors in total, and the so-called upstairs is the mysterious little attic.

* Matsu led him to the front of the stairs, looked into his hesitant eyes and said, "Don't you dare?" ”

"Nope."

Si Wang climbed up first, and *Song followed behind, to the dusty attic, where the moonlight shone through the blurred skylight onto the boy's eyelids.

He closed the door casually, the latch here is very perverted, it is actually inserted from the outside, if someone sneaks behind, both of them will be locked in the attic, and the only way to escape is to open the skylight and climb out of the roof.

The attic was full of books, and there were only two small chairs for people to sit on, Si Wang looked around intently: "Teacher Zhang, I heard that people died here eighteen years ago. ”

"Well, it's a girl named Liu Man, who died on the roof on the eve of the college entrance examination, and the police said that she was poisoned with oleander juice in this attic."

"Has the murderer been caught?"

"Some people say that it is the teacher Shen Ming who was killed not long after, who knows?"

Si Wang gradually retreated into the corner: "Aren't we going to make up for the class?" ”

"Let's talk first - you're a very special kid, and I've felt it strongly since I first met you more than two years ago."

"Everybody says that."

"I am very surprised and sorry about what happened to you and Teacher Ouyang."

After being silent for a long time, Si Wangcai replied: "I don't want to mention this, maybe I won't be able to see her again." ”

"Actually, you are still too young to know that there are many things in the world, which you don't want to get, and sometimes people can't really understand themselves."

"Teacher Zhang, what do you mean?"

"You don't know what you want?"

* Loosely wrap it behind his back and slowly approach his ear, almost blowing on his neck.

"Teacher ......"

Nervously turning his head, *Song was closer to him, and his voice was so crisp that it could be melted: "Si Wang, you are a beautiful boy, and there are many girls who like you, right?" Actually, it's not just girls who like you. ”

* The loose hand touched the boy's cheek, from the chin, the base of the ear, the nose, and finally to the lips, and stuffed into his mouth.

"Aren't you afraid that I'll bite your finger?"

Si Wang didn't resist yet.

"You can bite if you want."

Although the boy was wearing thick clothes, *Matsu could smell the heavy smell of sweat on his body.

"Teacher, I'm sorry!"

Just as *loose hands were about to wrap around his waist, Si Wangru was electrocuted and bounced away, rushed out of the small attic and disappeared.

In the cold moonlight, *Song sat down on the ground in a frustrated manner, grabbing a handful of dust and throwing it into the air. He took out a tissue and wiped his fingers, but stuffed it into his mouth again, as if it still had the taste in the mouth of a young man.

He concluded that Si Wang would return.