"There's no one going to die here, is it?" Ye Qingfeng asked.

"How can you think that?" Shen Xuejiao smiled, and deliberately scared him, "If there is really a terrible ghost inside, are you afraid?" ”

Ye Qingfeng nodded honestly, "Of course I'm afraid, the unknown is terrifying!" ”

"Don't be afraid, I'm here, I'm my sister, I'll protect you!"

When Shen Xuejiao took the initiative to snuggle over, maybe she just wanted to get closer to Ye Qingfeng, but Ye Qingfeng naturally hugged her shoulders.

Shen Xuejiao turned her head and looked at Ye Qingfeng in surprise.

Ye Qingfeng suddenly realized that this action was very inappropriate, too beyond time and space.

Although he had intimate memories of the two of them, it was just a dream, how could what happened in the dream be brought to reality?

But speaking of that dream, how did Ye Qingfeng feel as if she had been here?

Is it another memory fantasy?

"Qingfeng, what do you want? So fascinating. Shen Xuejiao looked at the arm on her shoulder, and the girlish crampedness became more obvious.

Ye Qingfeng came back to her senses, immediately lowered her arm from Shen Xuejiao's shoulder, stood up in an orderly manner, and sincerely apologized, "Senior sister, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend you, I ......"

"It's okay, I'm your girlfriend, you don't have to be too restrained, in fact, you are kind to me, I still like it in my heart!" As she spoke, Shen Xuejiao graciously grabbed his arm, and a sweet smile rose at the corner of her mouth.

"Haven't we ever been so intimate before?" Ye Qingfeng said suspiciously.

"No!" Shen Xuejiao said in the middle of the period, "You like to be close to me very much, just like just now, this is because your body has such a memory, so you did it unconsciously, except for that incident, we are the same as other couples!" ”

"Oh!" Of course, Ye Qingfeng knew what 'that incident' meant, after all, he was only 18 years old, and his mother would not allow him to taste the 'forbidden fruit' too early.

Ye Qingfeng set her eyes on the courtyard, and there was always a bad premonition in her heart, but she had come here, if she really encountered danger, it would be a big deal to reverse the future again.

The bluestone slabs in the yard are covered with moss, and the cobblestone path winds its way to the house.

Ye Qingfeng walked and walked, and a big locust tree blocked his way.

"Woo ......"

Vigorous trunks,

The branches of the vine,

Palm-sized leaves hung with black-green leaves,

The mottled bark seemed to show him a bloody wound.

"What's wrong?" Shen Xuejiao looked back at him.

"No, nothing!"

Ye Qingfeng only felt that this locust tree was standing alone in the courtyard, and the sound of the wind blowing through the canopy was like a woman's cry, which really had an eerie feeling.

Shen Xuejiao straightened the hair around her ears, "I heard from the intermediary that this building was built during the Republic of China, but it looks older, and there were not many such houses in China at that time!" ”

"yes, it's an old house." Ye Qingfeng said.

Shen Xuejiao said, "I heard that the previous owner here was a retired old man, his wife was gone many years ago, and his children went abroad!" ”

Ye Qingfeng asked curiously, "What about the old man?" ”

"I was deceived by someone to buy a wealth management product, owed a lot of money, and finally hanged myself, right on the tree you just stood on!" Shen Xuejiao pointed behind him.

Ye Qingfeng couldn't help but look back at the locust tree, looking at the strange seepage.

"Funny to you, the old homeowner has gone abroad!" Shen Xuejiao took out the key and opened the door of the house.

Walking into the villa, there was a fireplace in the spacious European-style living room, and Ye Qingfeng saw that the fruit trees that were making a fire were neatly placed next to it, exuding a fragrance.

Shen Xuejiao took him to inspect the various rooms of the villa, and Ye Qingfeng saw that the original owner here had good taste, and the layout of each room gave people an elegant sense of tranquility.

Most of the paintings in the room are modernist, but they don't feel out of place with the classical atmosphere, and there are no terrible anomalies.

Ye Qingfeng especially noticed a portrait here: an old man sitting upright on a chair, looking at him with straight eyes.

The old man looked to be in his sixties, dressed in a gray cloth dress from the 70s, with a sallow face wrinkled and his hair black and shiny, and a walking stick with a particularly large hook like a 'fishhook'.

In his arms, he held a wooden box nine inches square.

Ye Qingfeng couldn't help but have a guess: What was in that box?

Shen Xuejiao asked while taking pictures with her camera, "This should be the former owner of the house, how is it, do you like this?" ”

Ye Qingfeng nodded, "It's indeed a good place to live!" ”

"When we get married, will we buy a bigger villa than this?"

Shen Xuejiao said that she was slim in the twilight sun, quiet and calm.

At that moment, Ye Qingfeng smiled happily, and he told himself that his mother's vision would not be wrong.

After seeing the terrible side and the beautiful side of this woman, he was still willing to hug her.

Perhaps, this is love!

After the huge happiness thought retreated, Ye Qingfeng turned away and said, "I saw a few good books just now, can I take them back?" ”

Shen Xuejiao nodded without thinking, "Of course you can, take what you fancy directly, I'll tell my friends when I go back, anyway, everything here has to be cleaned up!" ”

Ye Qingfeng thanked him and walked into the study alone.

A considerable part of the books on the shelves were out of print, and they couldn't be found in the library, so Ye Qingfeng picked two of them.

After returning to the living room, he didn't see Shen Xuejiao, so he thought she had gone to the toilet.

At this time, the dusk was about to come to an end, and the sunset stretched the tables and chairs in the room through the mottled windows, and the shadows were printed on the floor.

Ye Qingfeng sat on the very comfortable rocking chair in front of the fireplace, stretched out his hand and touched something from the small table next to him, and picked it up to see that it was a pipe.

He thought it was funny, so he put it in his pocket and could use it as a prop for performing magic tricks.

Then Ye Qingfeng picked up a copy of "Black Eyes" from the 90s and read the book boringly.

"The branches of the tree wanted to tear the sky, but they only poked a few holes in Wenxiao, and it revealed the light of the sky, which people called the moon and the stars......"

In this collection of poems, Ye Qingfeng sees the author's childlike and innocent style, dreamy emotions, intuition and impressionistic sentences to sing about life in the world of aestheticism, and sketches the pale world with a sad brush.

Before he knew it, he turned to the last page, and on it was written a few hideous words: Give me back my pipe!

Ye Qingfeng was stunned.

He subconsciously pulled out his pipe, trying to associate it with the four words on the last page.

"Ahh

Ye Qingfeng was shocked to find something even more terrifying, he actually finished reading a book, which means that at least an hour has passed, and the sky outside is still bright?

Moreover, Shen Xuejiao has been missing for an hour!

"Senpai......"

Ye Qingfeng shouted twice, but there was no response.

He hurriedly took out his mobile phone and dialed Shen Xuejiao's number, but an old voice came from inside: "Return my pipe, return my pipe, return my pipe......"

The voice said over and over again, so frightened that Ye Qingfeng immediately put down his pipe and hung up the phone.

This is a collision!