The body was sent to the crematorium in the early hours of the morning, and in the cold confined space, there was a woman crying for her deceased loved one, whimpering and sobbing.

The clock hanging on the wall was ticking, and a small incense burner was placed in the corner, and a few pillars of residual incense were burned in it, and they fell.

There was a chilling chill in the air.

Yun Sheng shook unconsciously, pulled her, and whispered, "Let's go." ”

Along the way, Bai Mo felt like a different world, and for a while he didn't know whether he was in hell or heaven, dead or alive.

The wind and rain were coming, the city was full of black clouds, a lightning bolt pierced the sky, and the raindrops of beans fell as they spoke.

Yun Sheng parked his motorcycle in front of the convenience store on the side of the road and pulled her closer to the convenience store on the side of the road: "Take shelter from the rain." ”

The smell of oden filled the small convenience store, and Yun Sheng glanced at her, took a can of hot coffee, and put it in her hand.

She snapped back to her senses, startled, and the coffee can fell straight to the ground and rolled into the corner, waking up the snoozing clerk.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" He bent down to pick up the jar on the ground and asked with a puzzled expression.

Bai Mo looked at him, with mixed feelings in his heart.

People who have known him all their lives still can't believe that they have only known him for half a day, can she tell him the truth?

"I ask you what's wrong!" He roared, loudly, and the clerk who had just walked over to see what was going on slipped away again.

Bai Mo's face turned pale, frowned, and soon smiled lightly, shook his head and said in a low voice, "I'm fine." ”

It's not that she's defensive, it's not that she can't believe it, she's just afraid of being taken crazy.

Perhaps reading her silence, he nodded and said casually, "That's good." ”

The heavy rain came and went fast, and Yun Sheng took out a crumpled bill from his pocket and paid for it, still with his hands in his pockets and whistling.

He sent her home, stood at the entrance of the stairway and waved his hand.

Bai Mo looked at the dark corridor, there was an inexplicable panic in her heart, her heart beat uncontrollably, the black seemed to be endless, and once she stepped in, she would never be able to walk away.

"Pretending to be in front of me!" He seemed a little impatient, but quickly turned on the flash of his phone, "Let's go!" ”

Bai Mo held on to the wall, step by step, walking on thin ice.

His breath gradually became uneven, he probably really felt that she was pretentious, Bai Mo was in a hurry, so he gritted his teeth and closed his eyes and quickened his pace, but did not go to the darkness, but came to the door.

"You," Bai Mo turned around, it was pitch black again, only to hear a small footstep fading away, she only said faintly, "Thank you." ”

In such an unsettling moment, she had gained great courage from the disgust of a stranger, and it was ridiculous to think about it.

Despite the key, it took a lot of effort to open the door.

There was still a damp freshness in the air after the rain, maybe I forgot to close the window when I left, and the white curtains were raised high by the wind, like a monster hidden in the corner in the shadows of the trees.

A completely unfamiliar environment, and an equally insurmountable fear.

Bai Mo walked forward hard, intending to close the window, but he was so frightened by the figure on the sofa that he felt cold, and couldn't help screaming, touching the hard couch legs, grinning in pain.

The lights were turned on.

"You're back?" The man on the couch asked softly, with a thick nasal voice and sleepiness. Bai Mo stabilized his mind and followed the prestige, only to see that the person in the room was about forty years old, wearing a white sweater, with long black hair tied behind his head, white skin and beautiful appearance, and his eyebrows were eighty percent similar to Xiao Ningning.

She should be Aunt Xiao in Yunsheng's mouth, Xiao Ningning's mother.

Bai Mo stood in place awkwardly, like a thief who had been caught, with a lame and helpless smile, begging for the reality that even he felt was excessive, and he could be forgiven by Aunt Xiao.

She looked at the gentle mother in front of her stupidly, and couldn't help but redden.