I was almost lying on top of the oil drum, and I didn't care about the clean burial, and the light of my phone helped me illuminate her hiding corner. She didn't move, just opened her eyes and glanced at me, and then returned to her original form.

"Thank you." My voice was low.

"It's just a cat, it's nothing. But why do you always want to come here, what makes you so persistent. Her voice was still hoarse.

I didn't squeak, just stood on tiptoe and passed a box of ibuprofen through the oil bucket.

When she realized what I was doing, she seemed to be in good spirits. After taking it, I couldn't wait to tear open a packet, tilt my head and pour it into my mouth, and it was useless to even use water. After a while, I felt that her face seemed to flush with a strange flush, but she seemed to be in good spirits.

"Why are you here?" I asked cautiously.

She sighed, and her face turned back to the paper-pale she had been.

"No why." Like a repeater, she repeated the phrase over and over again. "No why, no why...... didn't seem like an answer to me, but more like telling herself.

"But soon my parents will clean it up." Looking at the beams that seemed to be coming down, I continued, "And this place is dangerous, I don't know when it will collapse." ”

She sighed again.

I waited for a while, but I didn't see her continue to say anything. Disappointed, I couldn't help but look at her carefully.

Her face was as white in the moonlight as the plaster that had just been painted on the wall in my house, and the clothes on her body were empty, as if they were hanging on a hanger rather than wearing them.

I couldn't help but feel my heart pounding, and I couldn't help but beat faster, and I endured the dust that choked into my nose and throat. I dared to ask, "What are you?" ”

She looked at me, still not speaking.

"You're not going to be a grim reaper, are you?" I asked, with a twitch in my head.

"I'm going to be the kind of guy who is ugly and tastelessly dressed?"

"I'm sorry, the Grim Reaper doesn't seem to have a woman!" I'm almost crying at my own stupidity.

"It's not that there are no women, it's that there is no gender at all." She corrected my statement.

"But what are you, and what do you want to do here?"

"What do you want to do?" She asked rhetorically.

Alas, communication is so difficult!

"Still." She looked at me and seemed to smile, "Thank you for bringing cephalospor, Enrique." ”

"What are you going to do?" I asked, "What are you going to ......do if my parents start cleaning up this place, or if the house collapses?"

She made a rare movement, looking out of the dusty window. "Nice moonlight, do you have wine or something?"

"Wine? Where do I have that...... Hey, did you listen to me? I said you were going to ......"

"I'm not going to do anything, you can go." She interrupted me.

I stood there a little embarrassed, forgetting that this was supposed to be my house.

"Actually, you can come into the house." I put it this way.

"It's in the house!" She laughed out loud, but there was no smile on her face. "Let's go." She whispered again.

Well, I really should go, or my mom will find out I'm here again. I don't want to listen to her nag anymore.

When I was about to go out, I asked, "Do you need me to get you something?" ”

"Ibuprofen." Her hoarse voice came from behind the oil can.

"What about the others?" I asked again.

"Meat and wine in a pot."

"Wine seems to be difficult."

"Then forget it, you go."

I went out the door, out of the dark storeroom, and the moonlight was still shining outside. After dusting off the cobwebs, I walked towards the living room. From afar, my father's favorite humming song "September" came, it must be that he was taking a bath after work, and he loved to sing at this time. Oh, bathroom superstar!

"You're the new kid?" A sudden voice startled me.

Turning around, I saw a girl standing outside the fence of my house, with her hands behind her back and looking at me with wide eyes.

"Well, yes."

"My name is Xuan Xuan, and I live in front." She held up her hand and gestured to another villa not far away.

I looked at her carefully and didn't speak.

"It's your turn." She said.

"What's my turn?"

She pouted, took a deep breath, and then repeated her previous words in the same tone as a recitation: "My name is Xuanxuan,......"

I suddenly realized that she was asking my name, what happened to me today, was it stupid?

"My name is Murphy." I replied.

"Murphy, that's good."

Then the girl who called herself Xuan Xuan shook her long hair and began to leave my sight.

"Nice to meet you, Murphy, and we'll see you back." Her voice could be heard in the distance, and the sound of running was clattering.