Chapter 107: Contact Incident

During the time when my grandfather was concentrating on the iron threshold, I remembered a strange thing when I first entered college. At that time, I had no idea that what would happen more than a decade later could be connected to what I am doing now. Even at the time of that incident, I didn't think it had anything to do with the ghost prostitutes of many years ago.

Sometimes, I do have that stupidity. For example, when I was in elementary school, I studied a text called "Pony Crossing the River", and I couldn't understand why the buffalo and the squirrel said that the river was shallow and the other was deep. The revelation I learned from that text was that one of the buffalo and the squirrel was cheating on the pony, so only by experiencing it myself could I expose the false face of the matter. When I was in high school, I happened to open an elementary school textbook and figured out that the buffalo tall squirrel was short.

The incident related to the ghost prostitute happened in the third month after I entered college.

It was an evening study hall, and a classmate named Jiaopi was sitting next to me. The whole study room was quiet, and there were only students in the classroom reading books and doing problems. Jiaopi suddenly patted me on the shoulder and said, "Look, the girl over there has a notebook like you in her hand." ”

"Let's see if it's pretty." I kept the pen in my hand, and continued to write articles that could not be published, without raising my head. I have to admit that I am very obsessed with literature, and I always fantasize that my words can be turned into lead characters and show my face in major newspapers and miscellaneous issues. But the cruel result is that he can only take a little money in the school magazine and school newspaper to comfort himself.

"Huh?" Scorchpi didn't understand what I meant.

"If it's beautiful, it proves that there is a fate between us." I nodded my forehead with the end of the pen, which means that I am in the middle of the text. "Huh?" The scorched skin is really stubborn, and it has a large braincase, but it doesn't contain many brain cells.

"If it's not pretty, it's just a coincidence." I kept scratching on the book again.

Burnt Pi let out an "oh" and didn't say anything more, bowing his head to write his homework in peace. During the whole process, I didn't look at the girl Jiaopi was talking about.

After self-study, I had to pass a cafeteria on my way back from the classroom to the dormitory. As I passed by the cafeteria, I caught a glimpse of a small willow tree growing in a deserted corner.

I remember going to the movies one night and passing by here. The moonlight was hazy, and I saw the little willow tree dancing in the breeze, the long willow turning into a soft silk scarf, and the small willow trunk turning into the torso of a soft dancer. Gradually, the other scenes were melted by the night, but it became clearer from blur, and the head, hands, and feet were revealed. The hanging jade plate sets off the free dancers in a timely manner, becoming a distant background.

At that moment, I was stunned, and my feet stood in place as if they had taken root. The dancing girl danced gracefully in the mysterious moonlight, and frequently turned her head to glance at me. I could clearly see her flowing eyes shining like moonlight in the flowing moonlight. I slid my whole body into the clear, bright, cold water, feeling both the refreshing armpits and the suffocation of lack of oxygen.

Gradually, the moon struggled out of the thin clouds. The beautiful dancing girl transformed into a small willow tree. My breathing was relieved.

When I got back to the dorm, I didn't really care about what had just happened, and spread out my brown leather notebook and continued to write mine. Because I caught a lot of ghosts with my grandfather when I was in junior high school, and I left my grandfather in college, and I no longer came into contact with ghosts, so sometimes it is inevitable that some hallucinations will occur, similar to sequelae.

After writing for a while, I felt sleepy and fell asleep on the table. My dreams came in very slowly, and at first it was pitch black, with the occasional few dots of unknown color jumping there. Then more and more dots are added to the dance. Gradually, they were arranged in a regular manner, forming the hair behind a beautiful woman, and then transformed into a small willow tree swaying in the wind, the small willow trunk writhing like a swimming water snake, and the soft willow like a gentle ribbon of limbs dancing. There are more and more jumping dots. The dancers of that night reappeared, performing the heart-warming and infinitely changing dance.

At this time, I no longer know if I am in a dream as I did more than ten years ago, but when I dream, it is very deep and heavy, and I will be very tired when I wake up.

She looked back frequently, and Gu Ruoliu's eyes took my soul. The moonlit water that flowed from her eyes forced me back in time, and put my stunned me back into the moonlight of that night. My attention was seized by the invisible hand and focused on her eyes. It was a pair of beautiful eyes. She continued to dance, but less softly and more seductively. As the dance rhythm accelerated, the eyes gradually turned green, and they radiated a light as sharp as an arrow. Countless arrows of light shot at me, piercing the cold into my bone marrow. I shivered with cold and shivered with fear at the same time. Aren't those fox's eyes? More than 10 years ago, when my grandfather and I were hunting ghosts, we saw a fox, and it was the last fox in the mountains where we were. (I'll talk about this last fox later.) ）

When I woke up, I had a sneeze and was cold. The hands of the alarm clock on the opposite side are casually "clicking" around, making a monotonous cycle round and round. I think the days are like this monotonous cycle now. Yesterday, today, and tomorrow are twin sisters who look the same. I panicked as I watched the hands of the watch cut my life little by little with a "click" sound.

"Missing a girlfriend." This is how Burnpi explained my psychology.

"No, it's a few." I corrected, "One laundry, one withdrawal, one sign for walking, hehehe......" I wasn't talking about my "big ambitions", but a summary of what I had seen a lot of campus love - mostly just playing.

After saying this sentence, which Jiaopi thought was very classic, I got up and went to study in the evening. As I passed the cafeteria, I couldn't help but glance into the deserted corner. The little willow tree looked like a long-haired beauty bowing her head shyly. As soon as my eyes touched it, I immediately withdrew it, inexplicably afraid.

Jiaopi, who was walking silently beside him, suddenly became lively; "Look, the beautiful woman in front is the one I pointed out to you last time for self-study!"

"Hey, hello! His name is Liang. The one next to him is me, my name is Burnt. Jiaopi took the initiative to greet the girl in front of her.

She was amused by Jiao Pi's naughty introduction, and generously stretched out her hand to shake Jiaopi and me: "I'm Hu Hong." "I was shocked.

Jiaopi said: "Hu Hong? What a good name, but it's not as good as Hu Liu. You are like a beautiful willow tree. I hurriedly said, "No, no." It's not good to call Hu Liu. Why is it called 'red' or 'willow'? ”

Instead of getting angry, Hu Hong was giggled by my rivalry. She said, "I still have some business, so I'll go first." Bye! Jiaopi immediately asked, "I'm from the mechanical department, which department are you?" ”

Hu Hong hesitated for a moment: "I am from the Department of Political Science and Law." ”