Jiang Tang kept telling himself not to do bad things, not afraid of ghosts knocking on the door, stabilizing his mind, and then quickly buried himself in the sofa, listening to the doll's strange laughter over and over again.

Later, ginger candy laughed along, and after listening to it more, there was nothing scary.

Throwing the doll into the trash, Ginger Candy continued to watch TV, but she found that she couldn't see anything, and told herself over and over again that there was nothing to be afraid of, but she still couldn't help the back of her neck cold.

Jiang Tang turned off the TV, hugged Erlang Shen, followed by the Roaring Sky Dog, and quickly ran back to the room to wrap himself, especially the back of his neck.

She didn't turn off the light, Erlang God and the roaring dog were lying on her stomach in her arms, and she didn't sweat for a while, she couldn't sleep, and the strange laughter of the doll was in her ears.

"Hey, Brother Meng."

The phone was connected, Jiang Tang shouted with some crying, and Meng Hetang on the other end heard that Jiang Tang's voice was wrong, and he was immediately a little nervous.

"What's wrong? What's wrong? ”

“…… It's okay, I'm just, I can't sleep, I want to hear your story. ”

Jiang Tang rubbed his face against the soft hair on Erlang God's little head and said coquettishly.

Meng Hetang breathed a sigh of relief and laughed.

"Okay, what do you want to hear? I'll tell you about it. ”

"It's all right, I'll listen to whatever you say."

In the next time, Meng Hetang patiently told Jiang Tang a story, at first Jiang Tang's thoughts were very chaotic, and he couldn't listen to what Meng Hetang was talking about at all, but he became more and more sleepy when he listened to it later, and there were fewer miscellaneous thoughts, and his attention was focused on Meng Hetang's voice.

His voice was a little hoarse, every tone was soft, with a smile, and every word was clear and calm, revealing the charm of a mature man.

Jiang Tang fell asleep in a daze, Meng Hetang was concentrating while telling a story, and when he heard Jiang Tang's even breathing, Meng Hetang's voice became smaller and smaller, afraid that the sound of hanging up the phone would wake her up, Meng Hetang simply talked on the phone and didn't hang up all night.

The next morning, Jiang Tang was awakened by a nightmare, and when he woke up sweating, Jiang Tang looked at the bright bedroom and breathed a sigh of relief.

Meng Hetang heard Jiang Tang's scream, and suddenly became nervous.

"Ginger candy? Ginger candy! Talking ginger candy. ”

Jiang Tang's mobile phone was pressed under Erlang God's body, and he didn't hear it at all, and reached out to turn off the lamp.

Maybe it was because the mobile phone vibrated too much, which made Erlang feel uncomfortable, meowed, got up and changed places to continue sleeping, and Meng Hetang's voice came all of a sudden.

Jiang Tang hurriedly picked up his mobile phone, only to find that the call had been more than seven hours.

"Hey, Brother Meng."

Hearing Jiang Tang's voice, Meng Hetang's tense nerves immediately relaxed, and then he was uncontrollable worry and irritability.

"Why don't you answer the phone? What are you doing? ”

Because of the hurry, the tail note was a little out of control.

"I ...... Just woke up. ”

was yelled at inexplicably, and Jiang Tang's voice was small and innocent.

"Just got up? What's your name when you just wake up? ”

Ginger Candy scratched his head and reacted, remembering that it might be because of the nightmare in the morning that he couldn't help but scream.

"It's okay, I had a nightmare."

Jiang Tang was relieved when he heard Meng Hetang, and his heart was filled with enthusiasm for a while.

"Brother Meng, when are you coming back?"

Jiang Tang lay on the bed, stretched out his hand and grabbed Erlang God's cat casually, and the innocence of the little girl was on his lips.

"It's back, on the way."

"Oh no, then I'll wait for you at home."

"Okay."

Meng Hetang chuckled on the other end, hung up the phone, Jiang Tang bounced up from the bed, changed his clothes, and ran.

Because Meng Hetang was about to come back, Jiang Tang's mood was also extremely happy, and the photos in the living room were still scattered on the ground and not cleaned up, so he walked over and picked up the photos and threw them into the trash, and then went downstairs with the garbage bag.