When Mei woke up on Chinese New Year's Eve, she only felt that the bone joints on her body were falling apart.

He was paralyzed on the floor for two minutes, his stomach did not hurt, he did not feel nauseous and tight, and he felt that he probably hadn't fallen well, so he threw himself back on the couch and lay down like a dead fish with his belly upside down. The brain was confused, stirring him up and wanting to sleep again, but the calf and stomach hurt really badly, Mei Chinese New Year's Eve struggled inwardly for a moment, in the end he still got up, touched the mobile phone, and took advantage of the bright light of the screen, only to see a large bruise across his slender calf, blue and purple.

I guess I fell off the couch and hit the wooden armrest.

Bai Chop Chicken looked at the time smoothly, half past twelve.

I can sleep another five hours, wonderful.

However, Mei did not get a full five hours of sleep on Chinese New Year's Eve. In the early hours of the morning, the anti-theft door sounded a metal friction sound, someone inserted the key into the lock hole outside, and it was not in, and Mei's sleep quality on Chinese New Year's Eve has never been very good, so she woke up. He glanced at the cat's eye and saw that it was his roommate Zhou Wei, so he opened the door and let people in.

Zhou Wei staggered into the door, a strong smell of wine came to his face, and he rushed to the bathroom when he entered the door, hugged the toilet and began to vomit. The backpack strap scraped over the toiletries on the sink, and a pile of chicken and dog bits fell and landed all over the ground with a clatter. Mei Chinese New Year's Eve resisted the noisy brain, closed the security door, pressed the button on the flush toilet, picked up as much as possible what could be picked up, took Zhou Wei's cup to rinse his mouth, and then dragged the drunk roommate to the north room and pushed it to the shelf bed. Looking at Zhou Wei lying on the bed like a corpse, he wiped a handful of sweat from the corners of his forehead, and said in his heart that it had finally stopped, and just wanted to go to the kitchen to pour a glass of water for his roommate, but the sleeves of his pajamas were pulled by Zhou Wei.

Zhou Wei tugged at his sleeve, crying and howling while touching up and down: "Tingting, Tingting, don't go...... I was wrong, can you forgive me......"

Eighty percent of them are out of love. Mei Chinese New Year's Eve tore open the salty pig hand of the drunken fool, went to the kitchen and poured a glass of water to coax him to drink, and then went straight back to the south house, turned out two earplugs, and poured back to the sofa with a plop. Teacher Mei has already felt numb to this roommate's romance like a footwrap - before he graduated, this kid was constantly peached, his girlfriend was like a leek in spring, changing stubble after stubble, falling out of love and falling in love are commonplace, in the final analysis, Qian Wei is a scumbag who is not worthy of sympathy.

However, it seems that it is the first time to drink so high?

When he woke up in the morning, he still felt a little dizzy, and he lay down for a while before he dared to get up, dragging his calf, which was still vaguely painful, to wash. The shaving cream fell behind the radiator in the early hours of the morning and couldn't reach it, so Mei Chinese New Year's Eve had to settle a little bit and paste herself with toothpaste. He was picking up the razor and comparing it, and when he glanced casually out of the corner of his eye, he saw what seemed to be written on the mirror. However, when he put down the blade in confusion and looked closely at the mirror, there was nothing on the mirror except the reflection of his own face covered in foam.

"......" probably because he has low blood pressure and is dizzy.

At this time, Mei Chinese New Year's Eve did not know that his ordinary and peaceful life had undergone earth-shaking changes. He was counting the paper clothes he had folded out these days, tying them up properly, and putting them in a large tote bag, ready to take advantage of the afternoon to go to work and send them to a nearby Taoist temple for ascension.

As a descendant of the Fang Shi family, although Mei Chinese New Year's Eve can't see those things and has no talent for learning Fangshu, he lived in his grandfather's house when he was a child, and under the influence of the old man, some things that accumulate virtue and do good deeds will still do what he can.

As soon as he tidied up, got up and prepared to go to the kitchen to make hot porridge and call his roommate up to eat something, he saw Zhou Wei standing at the door of his room like a ghost.

"Thirty," Zhou Wei was obviously crying fiercely, his eyes were swollen into a slit, and he stretched out a finger to point to Mei Chinese New Year's Eve's handbag containing winter clothes, "That thing, can you help me fold a piece No, I want to burn it to my mother." ”

It was Friday, and Mei only took his shift on the afternoon of Chinese New Year's Eve, and he still had a lot of paper left, so he agreed. Unexpectedly, Zhou Wei chose a silver-red piece of paper printed with dark patterns of ice cracked plum blossoms, and asked him if he could fold it into a dress, preferably beautifully.

Silver red is not red, it is a very fresh and tender light pink, which was used only by big girls and little daughters-in-law in the past, and is not a color that ordinary middle-aged and elderly women will wear. Puzzled for a moment, Mei Chinese New Year's Eve thought again, now that it is the twenty-first century, why not allow the old lady to love pretty, not to mention that Zhou Wei said that he would brush a week's bowl to meet this winter coat, so he didn't ask much and folded a dress with a very fashionable style.

Zhou Wei took the paper skirt with great gratitude, and repeatedly said that Mei Chinese New Year's Eve was enough to be a brother, but declined Mei Chinese New Year's Eve's proposal to bring it to the Taoist temple to promote for him, and he folded the paper clothes, and did not even eat breakfast, saying that he was in a hurry to go to work, and went out in his bag.

Until more than nine o'clock in the evening, Mei Chinese New Year's Eve finished watching evening self-study and arrived home from work, and Zhou Wei did not return. However, Ms. Mei has become accustomed to her roommates often not returning home at night, so she put down her bag and went straight to the bathroom to take a shower.

He was lathering up the shampoo and rubbing it into his hair when he saw another trace of words appear on the misty mirror.

"You...... Human...... Run? Before he could fully discern what was written, the foam in his hair ran into his eyes, and by the time he finally washed the foam away with tears streaming down his eyes, and when he looked into the mirror more closely, the distorted strokes were gone.

Mei Chinese New Year's Eve was a little panicked.

Although he can't see it, he clearly knows that there are many unknown things in this world besides people.

After a hurried wash, he shrank back into his bed, tossing and turning but unable to sleep; As soon as I opened my eyes, there was a black hallway, and my heart became more and more panicked, so I had to climb down from the sofa and close the door tightly; He turned on the light again, and pulled out a mahogany sword from the closet - it was a magic weapon that his cousin invited back from Mount Tai when he was on a business trip, and specially lit cinnabar chicken blood to give him self-defense.

The wooden scabbard of this sword is carved with a hideous dragon and white tiger, and even the hilt of the sword is three feet long, and it cannot be pressed under the pillow; And there are many taboos about magic weapons, and it is not good to be stepped on and sat on by the buttocks, so he put the sword on the back of the sofa, turned off the light and lay down again, and then he felt much more stable.

However, the next morning, Mei still went to work on Chinese New Year's Eve with two dark circles under her eyes.

He had nightmares for the nightmare.

The whole dream was filled with all kinds of demons, and the most terrifying one was a long-haired man wearing a bronze mask. The man was dressed in a dark red robe with a black bib tied around it, a very high black hat, and a long sword with red and black lacquer paintings painted on the wooden sheath of the long sword. He ran and ran as hard as he could, but the demons and monsters still chased after him, grabbed him and many others, tied him up like a row of sauce elbows in a delicatessen, and offered them to the masked monster. The youkai lifted the mask a little higher, grinning down to his ears, revealing hideous black fangs and a bright red letter like a snake, and bitten down on his calf.

Screaming and waking up, Teacher Mei collapsed on the sofa, sweating profusely, and when she looked at her phone, it was almost half past five, so she had to get up and take a shower, and then stuff her sweaty pajamas into the washing machine...... I hurriedly went out, and I didn't have time to eat breakfast, so I had to buy a pancake near the platform, and finally squeezed into the bus before 6:20.

On Saturday morning, the white-collar workers were still sealed in the quilt, and the car was full of old men and old ladies who had gone out early for a walk. Mei couldn't find a place to sit on Chinese New Year's Eve, so she could only hold on to the handrails and finish the pancakes with difficulty in the bumps, filling her stomach with a cool breeze.

So, after finishing the chores of the morning, sending away three batches of children who came to class, and when the colleagues were packing up and planning to go to lunch, Teacher Mei's abdomen suddenly sounded a series of bowel sounds.

The most bitter thing in life is not to have diarrhea and squat in the toilet, but to have diarrhea and squat in the toilet, and forget to take the paper.

Teacher Mei searched for a long time before she found a small packet of crumpled tissues in the breast pocket of her coat, and there was only one left in it. At this time, the incandescent light in the bathroom suddenly went out with a bang, and before Mr. Mei's psychological shadow had completely passed, his hand shook, and the paper towel carrying the last hope fell onto the unclean tile.

“……”

When Mei was struggling with his chagrin on Chinese New Year's Eve, someone handed him a stack of papers from the other side of the partition.

"Thank you!" Mei Chinese New Year's Eve took the stack of paper in surprise and crumpled the paper three times and twice. Relieved of his urgent need, he got up and put on his pants, and when he pressed the water tank button, he realized that it seemed to be ...... Something is wrong.

The stack of paper that has completed its mission and is now lying in the trash can is the kind of yellow table paper baked by bamboo pulp, which is generally used by children who learn calligraphy or Chinese painting to practice; Of course, this paper will also have another use, that is, to press the copper coin-style dark coin.

Just as Teacher Mei tried to comfort herself, the next door was probably a student in the calligraphy and painting class, the hand reached out from under the partition again, waved it, and replied in a rough voice like sandpaper: "You're welcome"

The hand was very slender, white and shiny, with well-defined bones...... It's clearly a piece of white bone!

Mei Chinese New Year's Eve was instantly stunned, so she didn't catch her breath. After two seconds, he finally realized what was going on, pushed open the door to the cubicle, and fled. Only the skeleton next door remained, still squatting in place.

He was very happy to receive the winter clothes from Mr. Mei, so he came over to take a look and see if Mr. Mei needed help...... Did you do something wrong?