The two of them took the crayfish to the living room, opened a bottle of Coke, one cup per person, and watched the eight-o'clock idol drama while eating.

Crayfish and soft and glutinous preserved egg and lean porridge, Meng Yao ate a satisfying one.

After eating and drinking, Meng Yao sat on the sofa and dozed off, and after cleaning up the mess, Yingchen came over and patted her head gently: "Go back to the room and sleep." ”

Meng Yao opened her eyes, her eyes were still very empty, obviously not fully awakened, Mingchen dragged her, settled her on the bed, and then went back to her room to sleep.

In the middle of the night, he had a nightmare, in which he was still seven or eight years old, in a forest surrounded by thick black fog.

He was covered in wounds and was shouting hysterically, but he could only see his mouth moving, but he couldn't hear what he said, his heart seemed to be grabbed by a big hand, and he had difficulty breathing.

Just when he thought he was going to suffocate, he suddenly woke up, reached out and touched it, his face was covered with sweat, and the bed behind him was also wet.

The moonlight shone in through the undrawn window, and he took a deep breath, his eyes dark and bottomless.

After a while, he calmed down, began to change the sheets neatly, went to the bathroom and took a shower, and then lay down on the bed again.

But when he closed his eyes, he always remembered the picture in his dream, and he really couldn't sleep, so he took the alarm clock on the bedside table and glanced at it, three o'clock in the morning.

Resigned to his fate, he sat up, changed into sportswear, went downstairs lightly, and jogged along the path of the community.

When he was covered in sweat, he felt a little better about suffocating in his heart, and slowly returned the way he came.

But he didn't expect to meet the female ghost who came to deliver the letter last time downstairs in the community, Shenchen's brows furrowed, and he wanted to be out of sight, so he turned around and went into the building, but the ghost moved to him in an instant.

Shenchen's footsteps paused, and the female ghost pulled a long tune: "I~yet~is~come~send~letter~~"

Without saying a word, he stretched out his hand, and a piece of letter paper floated into his hand, and the female ghost seemed to sense that he was not to be messed with, so she gave him the letter and floated away.

Shenchen opened the letter, and there was only one sentence on it: Within three days, catch that resentful spirit.

Shenchen's brow furrowed, and he casually tore up the paper and threw it into the trash, turned around and entered the building.

When he opened the door of the house, he found that all the lights in the house were on, and Meng Yao was sitting on the sofa wrapped in a blanket, still looking dazed, but his eyes were staring at the direction of the door.

Shenchen's hand closed the door for a moment, and he quickly returned to his senses, and walked a few steps to sit next to her: "Did I wake you up?" ”

Meng Yao shook his head: "No, I just woke up when I felt something underneath, why are you sweating?" ”

"I couldn't sleep, so I went down and ran a few laps." What Shenchen said was light and light, but Meng Yao suddenly thought of the reason, and his heart ached slightly.

"Are you having that dream again?" Meng Yao lowered his head and rubbed his head against his chest.

"That incident is in the past, you don't think I'm good by your side." Meng Yao's tone was soft, which made Shenchen feel a lot better.

"Alright, go back to sleep." As he spoke, he picked her up easily, put her on her bed, and went back to wash down a little, and then lay on the bed and fell asleep.

Shenchen didn't sleep very well, so he woke up an hour earlier than his usual biological clock, and he couldn't sleep anymore with his eyes closed, so he simply got up to make breakfast.