"Is there something on my face?" He kept looking at me like that, and it made me wonder if there was something wrong with me.

He shook his head, still with a faint smile: "My name is Zixing."

The opened box on the stone table, the peach blossom cake inside seemed to be a little melted, and the temperature was too high now: "This sugar is going to melt, hurry up and put it away." I hurriedly reminded.

But he was unhurried, glanced at it, and then put the box away.

The sultry air seemed to be soaked with the sweet fragrance of peach blossoms, and it was impossible to tell whether it was the peach blossom forest or the aroma of freshly melted sugar.

"Now that I've got the peach branch and you're awake, I'm going back. Do you know how to get back? Want to send you back? ”

I looked at the courtyard as if it were a winding corridor in every direction, and I shook my head:

"I don't seem to know how to go back."

"Then I'll take you back to where you came from."

I nodded, "I'm sorry for you." ”

We embarked on a leafy path that curled into the middle of the path with long low trees to form a small dome.

The twisted branches are grayish-white, empty, just branches.

"Well, what are you going to do with these branches?"

"Take it back and burn it as firewood."

"Hah, is it because it's better to burn it like this? It's like roasting duck with fruit wood. ”

"Is it better to roast duck with fruit wood?"

I nodded vigorously: "It's super delicious, it dissolves the fatty texture, but it's tender and delicious, and the meat is juicy." ”

"Well, I'll try it next time. There are all kinds of fruit trees in Lingshan, and my peach branch is used to cook a small pot of medicine. ”

"Would it be better if it was medicated?"

"This is a must-have medicine, but it is not put into a pot to cook, but burned into a fusion of fireworks and breath."

"I see." I nodded as if I pretended to understand. "So, are these petals also a recipe for medicine?"

"Huh?" He raised an eyebrow and followed my gaze to some petals still hanging on the peach branch: "This is dispensable." ”

It seems to have entered a state of awkward conversation, and I kind of want to go back soon.

Just as he was thinking like this, a new stranger appeared on the road, and he still knew Zixing. A girl with small ears and a sweet smile called Zixing's name from the corridor not far away, and then jumped up and down towards us:

"Why are you here?" first asked Zixing, and then seemed to notice me next to her, her eyes were a little naughty, "Zixing, who is this?" I don't think I've seen this girl before, your new friend? ”

I was a little embarrassed, but Zixing was still natural: "It just so happens that the person I met today is indeed a new friend." ”

"In this way, I'm Ziqing." She smiled kindly at me.

"Ziqing? What about your brother and sister? ”

"No, it's just that the master took the name by the way, and we were all picked up by the master when we were children."

Hearing this, my social difficulties were like a landslide, and I didn't know how to respond.

"Ziqing, you scared her." Zi Xing eased the situation, and Zi Qing shrugged his shoulders.

"That's the hallway you used to be in today, and you'll go back later."

I nodded, and turned to walk in the familiar direction.

The conversation continued, Ziqing's voice was slight, but it could still be heard clearly: "When did you meet this girl?" ”

"Didn't you just say that? Met today. ”

"Really? It's envious to be able to meet friends when you go out and walk around the garden. ”

When I turned the corner and went up a small step, I saw them again, Ziqing smiled and waved, and I nodded politely.

Turning into the empty hallway, I breathed a sigh of relief.

I wanted to go back to my room from memory, but it was my usual hallway, and it always felt different.

It seemed to be a little darker, the pillars were a little older, and when I turned to the right, I entered a corridor with houses on both sides.

I was stunned for a moment, and wanted to turn back, but there was still no familiar corridor behind me, and it was all wrapped around me on both sides of the room, stretching far and backward.

I can't go, I don't go, these doors all look the same.

But there seems to be a device like a lock on it.,It's not like an ordinary lock.,It's like the kind of access card that puts the access card in the groove.,And then it opens.,It looks like the size of my card.。

I thought about it for a while, took out my card, right next to the door next to me, compared it in the groove, and found that the pattern on it seemed to be very harmonious with my card pattern.

There's nothing in the hall here, it's a bit stuffy.

I wrapped the rope around my fingers twice to keep it from being swallowed, and then I tried to insert the card in, and it wouldn't really open, I thought, but I wanted to try anyway.

Click, perfect fit, I was stunned for a moment, but the next ten seconds were so quiet that I just stared at the device.

Just when I thought nothing was going to happen, Di Chang beeped for about three seconds, and then clicked again, and my intuition told me that it was the sound of the lock being opened.

My heart was beating fast again, and it seemed that something was surging at this door, like the wind, and what sound was ringing, like heavy rain, and the street?

Street? How can there be such a sound?

The door seemed to become very weak, and the wind could not help but stir, tremble, and then suddenly open inward.

The cold wind mixed with the small raindrops rushed towards me, and the modern city street scene with rain splashing in front of me, and then an SUV broke through the ground and sped by, I subconsciously stepped back to avoid the splash, and the door was suddenly shut.

The sounds of the wind and rain and the distant voices of the cars were gone, but the traces of the rain by the door were clearly visible.

I tried to push the door, but it seemed to be locked.

I pulled out a card and tried to put it in again, but there was no more prompt sound, no response, and it was repeated twice.

I walked to the next door and tried to put the card in again, and the door was responsive, but then there was a click, and there was no other sound, not like the door just now.

The lock should be opened, since there is a prompt sound.

I took a deep breath and placed my right hand trembling on the door, trying to push it open.

But the door could not be pushed open, I pushed harder, but I could not push it open, but I found that the door seemed to slide, like the kind of sliding door, I fumbled, gently pulled the door to the right, and the door was gradually slid through.

The brilliant light overlooking the city covered my eyeballs and stimulated my cranial nerves, and when I reached out, there was a transparent glass blocking me.

From this angle, it is as if I am standing in some high-rise building, the tallest building and the geometric building on the water surface constitute the skyline of the city, the blue sky and white clouds, and the scene of a prosperous city with a commodity economy and society.

I didn't have time to explore, but the door slowly closed on its own.

I froze where I was.

I adjusted my breathing, pulled out a card, and thought that I must find a room to get in this time.

I watched left and right, and from time to time I leaned my ear over to hear the movement inside, but it was all quiet and there was no response.

I've walked through a lot of rooms in front and back, and I always feel like it's a little bit worse.

The door with a blue device appeared in front of me, and the blue, like the blue of a WORD document, was intuitively so.

I took several deep breaths, my mind went blank, but my body was desperate to open the door.

I held a card with a trembling hand and kept approaching the card slot, and that might be the answer, and there was a feeling that this was the sign, and that was the direction.

Thinking like this, the card was put in, and the familiar sound of opening the door was opened.

The door didn't open automatically, I reached out and pushed it, and a familiar feeling came over the pavement.

The room was very dark, but I didn't feel afraid, I walked in, and then naturally groped for the wall to the left of the door, and sure enough, there was a switch, I was wondering, but the wall with the star string lights hanging in the ins wind was warmly presented in front of me, not very bright light, but comfortable.

Beneath the lit string of lights is a white desk with a lot of books on the shelves, a lot of post-it notes on the tip board on the wall, and various stationery and miscellaneous items scattered on the table.

I walked over, naturally pulled open the ergonomic chair, reached out and touched the edge of the desk, the hidden light embedded in the bottom of the bookshelf turned on, comfortable warm light, and there was a stack of pale yellow scratch paper on the desk, blank, but it seemed to have scratches on the writing marks of the previous scratch paper.

I caressed my fingers, making out the .........................................

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It's always inexplicably beginning to feel lost and sleepy.,As a ghost, I'm also frail and sick.,It's just that people can go to the doctor when they're sick.,What should a ghost do?

I've been here for a long time, and I really want to get out of this school, but I can't get out, I can't get out of the door.

In fact, it's not a horror story, and there is no scary atmosphere, just an ordinary campus, with playgrounds and trees, and the sun will come out and it will rain.

When there were no students, I hung the horizontal bar under the horizontal bar in the shade of the tree, and I looked at the dappled traces of sunlight between the rocks, and then I knew that it was only me.

But when there are students, I am in the middle of the class, as if someone can see me, but maybe it is just an illusion, in the crowd, I always think that I have a belonging, but in fact, I am just gone.

Can anyone really see me? You, can you see me? I always ask that, but there seems to be a response and there seems to be no response.

Later, I thought, let's be it, I'm a ghost, it's normal not to be seen, not to be perceived, but it's not normal to be able to see ghosts.

And what about you, do you see me now?

July 2, 2020, the ghost of July, is slightly different from June, but it is actually no different.