Zhuang Xiaomeng has never gone for a morning run since he lived in Lantian's house, not because he doesn't want to go for a morning run, but because his company is too far away from where he lives, he has no time and no energy to do that.

In order not to be late for work, Zhuang Xiaomeng has to get up at five o'clock every morning to wash, and immediately after everything is cleaned up, he goes out to the bus station to take the nearest bus to the subway station, and then takes the subway to get off at the platform near the company. Such back and forth, day after day, made Zhuang Xiaomeng feel exhausted. Every time he looked at the crowd in the subway station, he didn't know why he had to torture himself, why he had to live so far away from the company. He often felt annoyed that if he had insisted on moving out of Lantian's house, he might not be what he is now.

Zhuang Xiaomeng thought helplessly, and kept sighing. Whenever he talked to Luo Qingan about moving, Luo Qingan always looked very unhappy, always persuaded him not to move, he was sometimes really confused, even confused, he couldn't figure out whether Luo Qingan was thinking about him or deliberately manipulating him. Maybe Zhuang Xiaomeng is more willing to believe that Luo Qingan is thinking about him.

Zhuang Xiaomeng really wanted to sing a sentence to himself that his heart was too soft, if it weren't for his own heart being too soft, if it weren't for his repeated obedience to Luo Qingan's persuasion, maybe there would not be a small belly around his waist now.

Since you can't run in the morning, it's okay to run at night. said to run, Zhuang Xiaomeng changed his clothes, and then prepared to go out.

"Why are you going?" Lantian walked to the living room with a teacup, and when he saw Zhuang Xiaomeng going out, he asked nervously.

"Run." Zhuang Xiaomeng stood at the door and looked at Lantian with a puzzled expression. He thought that Lantian was going to reprimand him as a landlord and talk to him about the rules, but this time Lantian entered the bedroom without saying anything. He stood at the door and looked at Lan Tian's back and felt even more puzzled, what did Lan Tian want to ask? What exactly do you want to say to him? The endless inquiries always made Zhuang Xiaomeng feel a little terrible, isn't it good to go out at night? Zhuang Xiaomeng shook his head, feeling that it was really boring to think about these useless things, so he silently scolded Lantian for his neuropathy in his heart.

Zhuang Xiaomeng didn't run far, just ran in the park near the community. Although he is a boy, it is really dangerous to go out for a run alone at night, and if he accidentally encounters a neurotic during the run and keeps pestering him, then he really doesn't know what to do.

In the past, such things were often reported on the Internet, and Zhuang Xiaomeng felt terrible when he thought about it. It is not a cost-effective thing to lose his life for a night run, but when he thinks of the circle of fat on his body, his heart is extremely depressed.

Zhuang Xiaomeng sat on the park bench to rest when he was tired of running, he gasped for breath, and then adjusted his breath. He looked at the dark grove in front of him, and the fear in his heart immediately came to his mind. He kept thinking about the horrific murders in horror movies in his mind, and the more he thought about it, the more scared he felt, he always felt that there were eyes in the grove, and someone was staring at him.

Zhuang Xiaomeng patted his head, telling himself not to think about those boring things anymore, and not to scare himself. Zhuang Xiaomeng sighed softly, and when he got up to leave, something suddenly sprang out from behind him, and the thing jumped on his lap, and then ran into the grove with a brisk walk.

Zhuang Xiaomeng looked at the grove and lost color. Zhuang Xiaomeng stared at the grove deadly, he wanted to see clearly what that thing was just now, but unfortunately that thing came silently and left quietly, Zhuang Xiaomeng didn't see it clearly at all. In the dark night, Zhuang Xiaomeng felt that he had been petrified, everything happened so suddenly and unexpectedly, everything passed quietly, Zhuang Xiaomeng did not have the slightest defense, and felt like a poor little piece of paper, casually blown and ravaged by the storm.

Zhuang Xiaomeng felt like he had received an electric shock at this moment, his spirit was in a state of half-dementia, and he felt that his soul had gone out of his body and drifted into the distance, and he couldn't find it back.

Zhuang Xiaomeng thought of thousands of things in his mind, such as wild cats and wild dogs. He even suspected that it was a little zombie in a Hong Kong zombie movie. The more Zhuang Xiaomeng thought about it, the more scared he became, he felt that he was sitting on a bench like a statue at this time, he felt that his butt was like being coated with super glue, as if his body was being held by a stool, so he couldn't get up.

Zhuang Xiaomeng sat on the bench for a long time and was reluctant to leave, and he didn't dare to leave, he was afraid that the terrifying scene just now would appear again. He felt that his fragile heart could not bear the sudden blow like that just now, and he regretted that he had sat in this dark place to rest, and if he had found a place with lights to rest, perhaps such a terrible thing would not have happened.

Zhuang Xiaomeng mustered up the courage to get up and ran quickly. He sang loudly as he ran, and he wanted to use his singing voice to suppress the great fear in his heart. He didn't dare to look back, he was afraid that when he turned around, he would really see a little zombie. When he ran under the street lamp, he couldn't run anymore. His hands were on his knees, his head hunched over, panting heavily, the sweat on his head like a leaky faucet.

Zhuang Xiaomeng turned around unconsciously, in fact, he didn't know why he turned around. Suddenly, he saw a figure in the distance in the dark paint, and he thought he was mistaken, he rubbed his eyes, and when he looked intently at that place again, the figure was gone again.

Zhuang Xiaomeng laughed softly, laughing very embarrassed, he whispered to himself, "Don't scare yourself." ”

Zhuang Xiaomeng looked at the time on his phone, it was already very late, he didn't want to go back too late, lest Lantian would teach him a lesson like an old lady again, so he rested for a while and walked back. When Zhuang Xiaomeng walked to the dark woods, he couldn't help but shiver, and the heart of fear that he had temporarily suppressed began to activate again, and he began to think about the scene that scared him again.

Zhuang Xiaomeng looked back as he walked, he didn't know what he wanted to see, or what he wanted to see, but if he didn't look at him, he would feel uneasy in his heart.

The figure reappeared.

Zhuang Xiaomeng stood in place and didn't dare to move his steps, he trembled, cautiously watching the figure slowly approach him. Closer, closer, closer. Zhuang Xiaomeng clenched his fists and made a posture of wanting to fight with that figure, he thought of ten thousand ways to meet the figure in his heart, and he also thought of ten thousand ways to meet the figure. He kept comforting himself in his heart, constantly encouraging himself not to be afraid, if that figure would hurt himself, bravely fight with him, people are inherently dead, don't be afraid, maybe they can win the other party in the end?

"What are you doing standing here?" Lantian walked to Zhuang Xiaomeng's side in sportswear, and looked at the panicked Zhuang Xiaomeng with a disgusted expression.

Zhuang Xiaomeng looked at the person in front of him who was both familiar and hated, and the nameless fire in his heart immediately burned in his heart. He scolded Lantian Neuropathy loudly to alleviate the inexplicable fear in his heart. He really wanted to beat up Lantian now, or throw him into the middle of the lake to feed the fish. But he felt that even this was still difficult to understand the hatred in his heart.

"Did I mess with you?" Lan Tian asked puzzled.

Zhuang Xiaomeng felt even more angry when he heard him say this, it was not good to stay at home at night, he had to come out to be scary, you said that he was not angry.

"Please don't follow me when I run in the evening." Zhuang Xiaomeng said viciously.

Lan Tian hesitated for a moment, he stood quietly in the dark place, and the trace of loss on his face never let Zhuang Xiaomeng notice it.

Lantian didn't have the habit of running at night, just watching Zhuang Xiaomeng go out for a night run, he was not at ease, he was afraid that Zhuang Xiaomeng would be in danger when running, so he followed behind. He didn't want Zhuang Xiaomeng to find him, so he could only stand far away and follow Zhuang Xiaomeng.

"Can you be a little ashamed? Who said I followed you. Lantian immediately returned to his normal appearance, so that Zhuang Xiaomeng was irrefutable, and he was powerless to resist. Indeed, no one can be sure that Lantian has been following Zhuang Xiaomeng, maybe Lantian is also running, maybe Lantian happens to be running behind Zhuang Xiaomeng!

But Zhuang Xiaomeng didn't believe in coincidence.

Zhuang Xiaomeng no longer paid attention to Lantian and walked home angrily. He boldly walked through the dark woods, boldly looked at the flowers and trees in the woods, he was no longer afraid of anything, whether he was a little zombie, a wild cat or a wild dog, at this time he had no fear, because his anger had overcome all the fears in his heart. And he knew that there was a person behind him, and if there was danger, the person behind him would help him.

Zhuang Xiaomeng felt that the peace of mind at this time came from the strength of his heart, and he was suddenly glad that he had become stronger, and he became suspicious and ignored all terrible things. He was wrong, maybe he didn't want to admit that his peace of mind was brought to him by Lantian.

In an instant, Zhuang Xiaomeng had a sense of dependence on Lantian in his heart, and this sense of dependence was really wonderful, really wonderful.

It's just that this sense of dependence is fleeting, and Zhuang Xiaomeng didn't notice it at all.