Lu Shiyuan Xu Canyang and Brother Wen ate and drank enough, and walked obediently on the street back to school, although they still had the heart to go to the Internet café to play for a while, they were afraid of being suspected by Boss Wang, who was like a spirit.

When the three of them returned to the school gate, the school bell had just rang in the afternoon.

Although No. 1 Middle School is a full-time boarding school, there are still a lot of day students, as the name suggests, some local students because they are closer to home, they can apply to go home to rest at night, and they can freely enter and leave the school during meal time, which has also given birth to a special food industry.

The three of them didn't want to have anything to do with the doorman, so they wanted to sneak back to the classroom in the middle of the crowd. In all fairness, as the most famous middle school in the vicinity of Lincheng, the main entrance of the school is a little simple, and it is not as elegant as Ximen Xiu, which is located in a corner. The two square door posts piled with lime are one on the left and one on the right, and there are often some old wooden signs hanging on them, one side of which reads Lincheng No. 1 Senior High School, and the other side hangs the sign of the provincial key demonstration education base.

The only imposing thing at the main entrance is the red lacquer relief above the door post, the first middle school. It is a character inscribed by a university scholar who was born in Lincheng and has a good reputation in the country, but the old gentleman had already driven the crane fairy when he was in Lu Shiyuan High School. Everyone said that it was because of the old gentleman's inscription that no one dared to re-widen and repair the main entrance, and Lu Shiyuan felt that it was not that he didn't dare, but that he was unwilling. Because the construction of the school gate of a middle school is too long, at that time the entire school gate is a red brick rammed lime structure, if it is to be repaired and widened, the entire school gate must be pushed to all, the inscription of the old gentleman must not be properly preserved, this is not only a word, but also represents the inheritance and spirit of the first middle school, forge ahead, dare to be the first.

Lu Shiyuan's high fever did not subside, but she was still not very comfortable, thinking that she couldn't study like this anyway, so it was better to go back to the dormitory and lie down to recuperate. So he separated from Canyang and Brother Wen in front of the teaching building, and walked back to the dormitory slowly and leisurely.

The school radio is playing Dong Chou's song on a loop, and the song that day is played is Qilixiang, as if the lyrics of pearl milk tea are so perfect and concise expressions of the hearts of countless young people, it rains all night, my love overflows like rain, the yard leaves fall, and my thoughts are thick and thick, a few words of right and wrong can't cold my enthusiasm, you appear on every page of my poem, except for a few lines of right and wrong, I can't cold out my enthusiasm, so that Lu Shiyuan feels that there is a hint of Lu Zichuan and Li Yangqing, This song is so consistent with Lu Shiyuan's mood at this moment.

Although on the way back to the dormitory, there were people passing by the cafeteria, but there was no Li Yangqing.

Lu Shiyuan slowly moved to the door of the dormitory, and weakly shouted to the teacher on duty to open the door, enter the door, climb the stairs step by step with the guardrail, open the door, all this is nothing, and it seems that something is missing.

And what?

Lu Shiyuan's mobile phone rang.

It's Li Yangqing's short message.

"Lu Shiyuan, you're not seriously ill, are you?" Yes, it's Li Yangqing's concern.

Lu Shiyuan has no way to describe the mood of seeing this sentence, no, no, it's not because of this sentence, it's because the person who said this sentence is like the Chinese teacher said that Su Dongpo was exiled to the Southern Wilderness, dragging his weak body, and finally waited for amnesty after four years of the pain of losing his wife, like Tang Sanzang finally obtained the Western Longitude after many hardships and seventy-two difficulties, like, no matter what he looks like, anyway, Lu Shiyuan is super happy.

How could Li Yangqing send a message to herself at this time, isn't her mobile phone usually in the dormitory? Could it be that he deliberately borrowed someone else's mobile phone to ask if he was seriously ill? Is she eating or what is she doing? Lu Shiyuan stared at her phone as if she had seen a magical magic book, and what was even worse was that the next magical spell of the book had to be written by herself, what should I say, how should I say it?

"It's okay. I'm resting in the dormitory. ”

"Well, then you have a good rest, I'm studying."

……

That's it, well, that's it.

Lu Shiyuan threw her phone aside, and collapsed on the bed in a large font.

There was no call from the dormitory, and as the sun set, the light slowly dimmed little by little, and the orange sunlight shone into the dormitory through the window, rendering the white wall like an old piece of rice paper.

Time flowed quietly, Lu Shiyuan took off her shoes, climbed into her bed, did not take off her clothes, dragged the quilt into the quilt nest, there were some strange words written by the previous seniors on the wall and some villains, slowly even the sunlight disappeared, and the noisy sound gradually fell silent.

Lu Shiyuan clings to the wall, this strange habit will make Lu Shiyuan feel very secure. Lu Shiyuan slept alone when she was very young, at first she always thought about some strange things in her head, like the description in the monster university, she always felt that there were some monsters and zombies hidden under her bed, and she would come out to scare herself in the dead of night when her mother was not there, little Lu Shiyuan was so frightened that she didn't dare to make a little sound, and she was too stuffy with her head covered, and then she tried to put her face against the wall, not thinking about anything, not looking at anything, and slowly getting better.

Lu Shiyuan was so sleepy that she fell asleep after a while.

Had a long, long dream.

Lu Shiyuan looked very bold and was actually a very timid person, when she was a child, some Hong Kong comedy horror films were popular, Lu Shiyuan naturally couldn't help but be curious to get together with her friends, and watch it with great interest, which is nothing, until later a little friend got a CD and quietly gathered everyone together, "This time I got a particularly scary CD, do you dare to watch it?" ”

Of course, no one admits it, how can it admit it? Everyone is an adult, so they won't be cowards. The average zombie uncle, zombie father, zombie and various relatives can be more terrifying, and in the end, not all of them have been subdued by the Taoist?

If you're scared and crying, you know, if you're scared, you can't move your legs. There is also a kind of horror film in this world called a thriller ghost movie, Lu Shiyuan doesn't remember the specific plot very well, the depressing atmosphere is weird, the picture and the thriller soundtrack are Lu Shiyuan's childhood shadows, and it is also the first time that Lu Shiyuan cried and crawled to her parents' bedroom after she slept alone.

That horror movie is called The Grudge.

Lu Shiyuan was in a daze and had nightmares, there was endless wind in the dream, Lu Shiyuan couldn't close the door, and the hula hula kept swaying the window and the ghost that suddenly appeared outside the window, there were many, many more, the immersive feeling was not very good, Lu Shiyuan couldn't run in the dream, what she didn't want, what she didn't want to come. Finally ran to a safe place, and when I looked up, tsk, a hanged ghost with a tongue sticking out.

Fortunately, when Lu Shiyuan was scared to death walking on the Nai He Bridge, her roommate came back.

Lu Shiyuan woke up in a cold sweat, as if she was in a different world, she slept so long this night, and the lighting was a little dazzling. Brother Jian was the first to run back to the dormitory and patted Lu Shiyuan's quilt, "Shiyuan, are you awake, are you better?" ”

Lu Shiyuan rubbed her eyes and poked her head out of the top bunk, "I feel much better." The mobile phone lay quietly aside, and Li Yangqing didn't speak again, but Lu Shiyuan felt that it had never been so good.