It was late at night.

Qiao Mu held an oil-paper umbrella in her arms, lying naked on the bed, the curtains were not tightened, and the moonlight sprinkled on her body, if you remove the large and small dense scars on her left arm, it is so flawless.

"Brother Dong, Brother Dong, everyone is gone, you come out to see me, okay."

"Brother Dong, Brother Dong, I really miss you, I remember when we were just a freshman, I had a high fever that time, and you took care of me in the hotel all night, without saying a word, I knew that you were really good to me."

"When I was a sophomore, you prepared a lot of gifts for me on our first anniversary, although that anniversary was messed up by your roommate, but I will always remember it in my heart and will never forget it in my life."

"You proposed to me at the graduation ceremony, telling me to marry me after the graduation trip, but why did you leave......

"You're not dead at all...... Isn't it...... You're not going to die...... You promised me that when we were both forty years old, and I would become ugly, you would kiss me, you would hug me, you would buy me roses, and you would tell our children stories about our past. I will wait until I am seventy or eighty, commemorate the previous time at dusk, and make our grandchildren happy. Death will be buried with me, and we will be together in the next life. ”

"You come out to see if I'm okay, I'm really tired, I want you to hug me."

Qiao Mu kept talking to himself in front of the oil-paper umbrella, and his voice became quieter and quieter, until he finished the last slurred sentence, and fell asleep because of excessive fatigue.

A figure floated out of the oil-paper umbrella, controlled the oil-paper umbrella to fly out of Qiao Mu's arms, stretched out the quilt and covered Qiao Mu's body, and then lay on the other side of the bed and hugged Qiao Mu who was muttering indiscriminately in his sleep, and Qiao Mu seemed to sense that something was hugging her, and she would smile sweetly in her dreams, and sleep very sweetly.

After tonight, Qiao Mu's face is getting worse and worse, at least nineteen hours a day is sleeping, in her dreams she can see the Dong brother she thinks about day and night, she can hug and kiss her Dong brother, say you and me love words, do things that can be happy on both sides, Qiao Mu seems to open the heart knot because of guilt, and it is more intense in the dream, almost most of the time in the dream is mostly in the clouds, and the love is as deep as the sea.

After the third day, Qiao Mu was already sleeping at twenty-three o'clock, and the remaining hour was also muddy, and it was rare to be awake today, and he had to seize the opportunity to do a big thing.

She first used the basin for her daily laundry to receive half a basin of cold water on the bedtop, and then picked up the paper and pen that had been prepared on the bedside table.

Today's big event is to write a suicide note, a suicide note to her mother, she thought about it in her dream, she wanted to give up everything in reality and go with her brother Dong.

In the suicide note, she didn't write anything, but she kept apologizing to her mother, saying that she had made it clear that she was dead to the world, without any attachment, and hoped that her mother would raise her younger brother well, and don't think that she would die because of a relationship, and finally wrote at the end of the suicide note that after her death, she would send the oil-paper umbrella to a bubble tea shop on Twenty Dao Street outside Daowai, where there were people who witnessed the love between the two, and hoped that the oil-paper umbrella that carried the hopes of the two could be well preserved.

After writing a full sheet of paper, Qiao Mujiao laid the paper flat on the bedside table, and pressed the side of the paper with the TV remote control.

She got out of bed and washed her face, painted her Brother Dong's favorite makeup on weekdays, lay down on the bed again, and used a sharp wallpaper knife to cut the blood vessels in her wrists, which were at least an inch deep.

Soak the wrist with the wound into the basin of cold water, and Qiao Mu fell asleep peacefully with an oil-paper umbrella, without a little panic and uneasiness, only peace of mind and relief.

After a few hours, the two souls and four spirits of Qiao Mu's body left the body first, looking at his corpse blankly and a little overwhelmed, and waited until the one soul and three spirits in the oil-paper umbrella transformed into their original appearance and left the oil-paper umbrella and melted into her soul, then laughed at herself. It turns out that everything is fake, Brother Dong didn't come back, why lie to me! Why should I lie!

The oil-paper umbrella has no state at all, but the soul of the arbor is gradually dashing, and finally ashes out, and when the ashes are gone, the oil-paper umbrella finally changes, and in the position above the two white cranes, there is a woman's back, the woman's back looks like it is looking from afar, as if waiting for the return of the unreturned, so that they can cook wine and talk about the sauna under the willow tree and wild cranes, and tell the bitterness of waiting for each other, but unfortunately I will not see it in this life.

On the same night, in the grass next to a highway in the southwest, 4,624 kilometers away in the northeast, three or four travelers locked their bicycles, slept on the ground, unscrewed the lid of the thermos cup one after another, replenished water, and rested for a while and then rode more than 20 kilometers to have a place to rest.

One of the male travelers looked at the female traveler next to him who was ambitious to ride to the west Z and became interested, so he spoke: "Have you heard the story about the strange military vehicles on the Sichuan-Tibet line?"

"I haven't heard of this, but I've heard of Cheng D's zombies back then. Lao Zhao, tell us what's going on. "Another male traveler is an old acquaintance with this male traveler who is going to start a ghost story, so he naturally knows what he means.

The male traveler called Lao Zhao climbed along the pole, looked around suspiciously, and carefully pretended to be afraid of offending something, and said: "In the early years, the convoy pulled materials to take the Sichuan-Tibet line, and it was fine at first, and the drivers also heard that this road is the road to heaven, and even deliberately found a parking spot, stopped to take pictures as a souvenir, at first there was nothing, but the car drove until the evening, the sky suddenly became more gloomy, and even the starlight was covered, everyone thought it was going to rain, but after a while the rain was not falling, but began to fog, the color of the fog is not our common white, but a dull yellow fog, the most intense place, many dark yellow fog gathered together, actually presented blood red, how to look at how scary......"

"Huh ......" Lao Zhao said this, there was an inexplicable gust of evil wind around him, coupled with Lao Zhao's unique Trump, it was really a bit infiltrating to tell the story seriously, so the originally lazy and lazy people sat on the grass and listened to Lao Zhao continue to tell the story.

Only the female traveler in the team pouted her lips disdainfully: "Cut, pretend to be a ghost!"

Lao Zhao saw that she was not too afraid, pinched his throat to increase the degree of weirdness, and continued with the evil wind: "The fog is gathering more and more, and the whole car pair is enveloped in less than a moment. But when there was a dark yellow mixed with blood-red fog around here, giving people a feeling of suffocation, even the team captain didn't know how to deal with it, and told the drivers through the walkie-talkie to stay calm, turn on the fog lights and double flashes, pull over, and no one should get out of the car. ”

The drivers did so, time passed minute by minute, suddenly the walkie-talkie came with a "rustle" sound, followed by a strange cry of "hoo, ho, ho", the team captain thought who was joking, swear and scolded, it didn't work at all, there was still a sound in the walkie-talkie, the team captain and his deputy on the car looked at each other, and then the figure poked in the fog, the voice in the walkie-talkie seemed to be from them, as the fog shrank smaller and smaller, the team leader finally saw the human form. ”

"They were holding spears, and their bodies were dressed in armor of unknown dynasties, and they walked forward in an orderly and orderly manner......"

The female traveler really couldn't listen to Lao Zhao's nonsense, stood up and interrupted Lao Zhao's story, and said to a few people: "Then there are ghosts?" There's a ghost there! Why haven't I seen it? ”

"Please...... Excuse me, have you seen my fiancée? She is 1.65 meters tall, wearing a small black padded jacket, she looks cute, I can't find her, can you help me find her? ”

The female traveler didn't finish speaking, and a man's voice sounded behind her body, and the man's voice sounded with a northeast accent, but the tone was very weak, as if she had just recovered from a serious illness.

"Didn't see it! My daughter-in-law can't stand it! What's wrong with your boyfriend? The female traveler pinched her waist and said quite dissatisfied, but she saw that all those travelers were retreating, especially Lao Zhao, with a frightened expression, pointing behind her with her finger, wanting to speak but not daring to speak.

The female traveler was pointed at by Lao Zhao like this, and her heart was pinched, and she looked back slowly.

"Oh my god!" The female traveler was so frightened by the miserable scene behind her that she sat on the ground, and her pants were almost wet and blooming.

Behind her stood a man, this man was bleeding from all his orifices, with a huge glass ballast stuck in his neck, and blood kept flowing down the wound, there was no flesh in front of his two arms, and the exposed bones were white bones, his light blue jeans were stained with blood and turned crimson, his eyes were hollow, and from time to time a few insects squeezed open their eyeballs and crawled out.

Then he waved politely to everyone with white bones, and mechanically read the lines: "Please...... Excuse me, have you seen my fiancée? She is 1.65 meters tall, wearing a small black padded jacket, she looks cute, I can't find her, can you help me find her? ”

"Ahh

The crowd screamed and fled, not even caring for their luggage and bicycles.

And the man was not touched by their appearance at the moment, and dragged his body to continue walking into the distance, saying as he walked: "Xiao Mu must be worried about me now...... I'm going back to her...... I'm going back to her......"