The quiet night was mixed with the chirping of summer cicadas, which was a little annoying, and Hehuan simply put on the earplugs and tilted his head to sleep.

In the middle of the night, the bell of twelve o'clock echoed faintly in the distance.

June 21st, summer solstice.

In the darkness, there was a dark red liquid flowing at his side, one, two, three......

Falling between the eyebrows of Hehuan, the dots were dyed into a blood-colored pattern, and the pungent blood made Hehuan in her dream frown deeply, she wiped away the scarlet heat between her foreheads, but she heard a woman's tearing scream from above-

Hehuan sat up from the bed suddenly, his back was oozing with sweat, he turned on the bedside lamp with a "snap", looked up at the ceiling, but except for the chandelier, it was empty, Hehuan lowered his head, covered his face with his hands for a while, and suddenly felt that something was wrong, and hurriedly took off the earbuds.

There was no blood, no screams of women.

Another dream......

She looked up at the ceiling, it was still white, but for some reason, she could always dream of a lot of strange scenes between the upstairs and her own ceiling from time to time.

In the early autumn and September after graduating last year, she saw blood-colored handprints on the ceiling in her dreams, and on Christmas in December, she saw countless red feathers floating on the ceiling in her dreams, which were endless, falling on the ground layer after layer, gradually drowning her and suffocating her to wake up.

In the first half of today, the ceiling was quite quiet, but today I suddenly fell asleep, and I really couldn't figure out for a while, whether it was a problem with my "illness", or if there was really some secret story upstairs......

Holding the pillow on the head of the bed, Hehuan looked at the lightning tail and didn't know what he was thinking.

Speaking of which, this pillow was given by Xue Chen on her birthday last year.

Since she was ten years old, Xue Chen has given her a Pikachu doll every year, from a small doll of 30 centimeters to a large doll of 2 meters, and later because he felt that no matter how big it was, it was not cute, so he changed to a pillow last year.

Not to mention, this bright yellow color and cute tail are still warm when you hug them, and Hehuan sighed silently, it's all summer, how to wake up from a dream and still feel cool.

The next day, Xue Chen arrived at Hehuan's house early and waited downstairs, yesterday morning because Hehuan was used to walking by himself, and forgot to wait for Xue Chen, and today Xue Chen deliberately ran over early.

However, after waiting for five minutes, no one came out.

Didn't you book a departure at seven o'clock yesterday?

Xue Chen looked at WeChat, no one sent a message, but no one replied.

It was another ten minutes, except for Uncle Li on the first floor who came back from morning exercise, no one came out, so Xue Chen decided to go upstairs to have a look.

The sixth floor is still quiet, and the property list on the opposite door has not been torn down.

Xue Chen had a spare key to Hehuan's house in his hand, and as soon as he got out of the elevator, he shivered, how could this bright sun shine inexplicably?

Xue Chen looked left and right, and there seemed to be nothing unusual, the sun was blazing, pouring in from the window of the stairwell.

Knocked on Hehuan's door, no one responded for a long time, so he took the key and opened the door, and as soon as he entered, he saw Hehuan with a messy hair, wearing blue crane pajamas from the bathroom out, the whole person was dizzy, I didn't know that this fluttering fairy was going back to heaven.

It's just that Hehuan's eyes are dark and swollen, and at a glance, he knew that he didn't sleep well last night, Xue Chen saw it and immediately said, "It's a nightmare again, isn't it?" It is said that the summer solstice has arrived, and I will come to accompany you tonight. ”

Hehuan scratched his hair a little sleepy-eyed, looked up and said, "It's okay, I'm used to the old dream." ”

Watching people yawn and go into the bedroom to change clothes, Xue Chen sighed silently, this little temper is still so stubborn.

More than ten minutes later, in the basement, Xue Chen took Hehuan's car keys, like an unwritten rule, every time after the summer solstice, to the end of the year and Christmas for half a year, Hehuan can't drive the car, because she may "get sick".

As for this "disease", it may be attributed to the whole world, and there are no surprises.

"When will our six-fold campaign end?"

At the intersection of the red light, Xue Chen turned his head and asked Hehuan who was thinking on the side, but Hehuan looked at the traffic light in front of the windshield, Xue Chen snapped his fingers, and only then did he look back at Xue Chen blankly.

Today is a light brown plaid shirt, refreshing and clean, but at first glance, it is not as stunning as yesterday's bright yellow, but a little more mild.

"What do you think?"

Xue Chen looked at Hehuan's stunned appearance very funny, and when he smiled, the tiger teeth were playful, and his eyes lit up.

"Otherwise, let's close the door for two days and decorate it."

Hehuan's proposal on a whim, Xue Chen was stunned for a moment: "Didn't it just be renovated last year?" ”

Hehuan shook his head and began to analyze: "You see, the current beverage shops are all Internet celebrity themes, either pink bubbles or Nordic small freshness, there is no style of our own at all, if we decorate the theme according to the style that suits us, it may be better." ”

"For example?"

"For example, we can change it to the theme of Pikachu," Hehuan said, "You originally liked Pikachu, and the bright yellow color also suits you well, so it is more energetic and impactful......"

Xue Chen listened to Hehuan's analysis on the side, and felt that it seemed to make sense, the decoration should be more convenient, tables and chairs, walls, store brands, that's all.

Besides, if it really becomes the theme of Pikachu, the art style should also be cute......

Xue Chen felt that it was okay, but he noticed that there was no movement on the co-pilot, and when he turned his head, Hehuan's expression was extremely solemn, and he closed his eyes violently when he saw Xue Chen cross the intersection at a uniform speed.

A woman.

A woman was standing in the center of the intersection with a water pipe, and there was a steady stream of liquid flowing out of the pipe, and gradually, the liquid began to spread over the edge of the road, pouring onto the sidewalk, and not past the little boy standing under the traffic light, the child was very small, and in his hand, there was a bright lighter......

"Smack" -

The flames spread in the pupils of Hehuan, and all the vehicles and pedestrians in front of him were burning and bursting......

"It's time to stop!"

The smoke of the explosion suddenly faded in his ears, and Xue Chen's rather low and gentle words came from it.

A pair of bright and clear big eyes blinked, long eyelashes flickered, and he looked at himself a little confused, not knowing why.

"What do you see again?" Xue Chen saw that Hehuan came back to his senses and asked eagerly.

He Huan slowly glanced back at the intersection that he had just turned and said, "Just now, that intersection exploded. ”

Xue Chen also looked back at the intersection, it was as calm as ever, the traffic was busy, and there was an old aunt who was riding a bicycle and running a red light, and she was reasoning with the police.

Hehuan's eyes darkened, sure enough, every year, starting from the summer solstice, she would see those strange scenes, she had also tried to read a lot of information, first of all, she excluded the yin and yang eyes, and she couldn't see ghosts, and then there was the prophet, legend has it that the prophet could predict the danger and the future in advance, but the dangers or scenes she could see never really happened.

Before, Xue Chen also took her to see a psychiatrist, but there was no conclusion, Hehuan wanted to go to the psychiatric department, but was stopped by Xue Chen.

In Xue Chen's words, everyone's stress will hit the nerves, and the severity of the so-called mental illness only depends on whether it can be adjusted by itself.

Looking at the warmth in Xue Chen's eyes, Hehuan smiled a little relieved, and the little tiger teeth he showed when he laughed were very healing.