After He Muzi entered the house, she took off her hat, mask and cotton gloves, lit a cigarette, and stood motionless and smoked a few puffs.

There was a lot of wind and snow outside, He Muzi threw the cigarette butt into the trash, carried a black leather bag, and walked along Wang Hao's side.

Surrounded by rolling snow, the sky is all over the field, and the Chenguang Bookstore is like a swaying and trembling flag on Mount Everest, which is exceptionally strong.

Wang Hao subconsciously looked at He Muzi, and saw that the other party walked in front of him and looked at him in a daze, his gray-white lips trembling.

Before Wang Hao could speak, two lines of tears had already rolled down her face.

Wang Hao was messed up, he didn't know what to do, it was the first time he saw a girl crying.

He hurriedly stood up, not knowing what to say, except to symbolically pat her on the shoulder as a sign of comfort.

Chen Yan let go of a vacant seat, He Muzi said thank you, lowered his head and fell on the table, whimpering and crying.

After crying for a while, He Muzi raised his head, wiped his tears, and pulled a piece of toilet paper to blow his nose.

After that, she turned her head to look at Wang Hao and asked in a low voice, "Wang Hao, I want to ask you for a favor." ”

Wang Hao was stunned for a moment, saw He Muzi open the black leather bag, and noticed that there were a bunch of strange things inside, which seemed to be a stack of yellow paper with twisted characters written on it, and a stack of paper money.

"Paper money...... So many......" Chen Yan saw this, trying her best to make her tone appear less surprised, "You are going to ......"

"I want to do something for them, even if it's just like this......" He Muzi's eyes overflowed with tears again.

Wang Hao was speechless, he looked at the characters and paper money on the table, calculated silently in his heart, thinking about how long it would take to finish so much, and asked, "...... today?"

"Yes, today is their May Seven, according to the folk saying, after a person's death, May Seven is a very important day, saying that the deceased person will go home on this day, see his family for the last time, and then go to reincarnation, or go to live in the Yin Si. There is also a saying in ancient times: at first, the soul was confused, did not leave the body, and did not realize that it was dead, and after a month, they remembered it but found that the bones in the body were loose, and when they could no longer get up, they finally realized that they were really dead, so the spirit sighed and crawled out of the grave to say a final goodbye to the family. ”

Wang Hao thought for a while: "Where did you get these things?" ”

He Muzi was stunned for a moment when asked: "These ...... I asked a friend to buy these from the master, and they worked. ”

She got up and grabbed Wang Hao's arm, with a sincere expression: "Wang Hao, now you are the only person who has experienced the weirdness of Villa No. 72, and besides, I found someone to calculate your eight characters, and the master said that you are hard in your eight characters - tonight, you can go with me." ”

Wang Haoxin said that I don't even dare to approach that villa now, and my life is hard.

He looked at He Muzi and pondered his words: "Actually...... It's good that you can think about them like this, there is no need to take any more risks, the strangeness of Villa 72 has not been investigated yet, it is pure nonsense to do so, in case something happens again......"

He Muzi's tears flowed again: "I know I'm stupid, but I must go tonight." After a pause, she said again: "Wang Hao, come with me tonight." In other days, if it is useful to get the place of the He family, the He family will definitely do their best to help you...... Is it done? ”

Wang Hao's heart softened, he looked at He Muzi's tearful face, hesitated, and then looked at Chen Yan, although she was a little worried, but finally nodded.

"Well, I promise you. However, it is important to be quick. ”

He Muzi's knuckles were white, his lips were chapped, almost oozing blood, and he kept repeating a word in his mouth: "Thank you, thank you, thank you......"

They waited and waited quietly.

When the bell rang, it was nine o'clock in the evening, and it was time to go.

"Wang Hao, why don't I go with you, I'm worried about you." Chen Yan looked at them worriedly.

"Don't worry, there will be nothing wrong, just go burn some paper money and send it to He Muzi's friends, you go home quickly, it's too late to go back, and your family is going to be anxious again." Wang Hao said with relief.

"I could have gone back later...... That place...... I just don't feel at ease......" Chen Yan tried to fight again.

Wang Hao took her into his arms and kissed her hair: "It's going to happen, you must believe what I say." ”

In the end, Chen Yan was sent back to her home in Villa No. 36, and Chen Yan was still telling before entering the door: "Do it early, call me early." ”

Wang Hao waved his hand: "Don't worry." ”

Chen Yan blinked: "Then I'll wait for your call!" ”

The blizzard stopped, and the neighborhood was silent at night, with no moon or stars overhead, only a dark canopy.

The wind was still strong, and the sand and gravel on the side of the road were blown to the ground like the sound of soft footsteps.

Wang Hao and He Muzi stood outside Villa No. 72, silently looking at the pitch-black house, as if they were in an endless black abyss.

He Muzi lowered his head and looked at his phone, it was already half past nine in the evening.

Wang Hao tried his best to look inside, his ears catching every trace of sound that he might hear, knowing that he couldn't hear it, Wang Hao still waited tensely.

Then, Wang Hao beckoned behind him, and He Muzi followed him over the cordon and entered Villa No. 72.

In the silent courtyard, any sound seemed to be amplified several times, and even the sound of walking and rubbing made the two of them feel harsh.

Wang Hao and He Muzi held on to the wall, cautiously exploring forward, and while traveling, Wang Hao suddenly had an illusion, as if they were heading to the endless abyss of hell.

Finally got to the door of the villa, Wang Hao opened the doorknob of the villa, and the cold wind immediately gushed out, rushing straight to the lungs.

Wang Hao shuddered for a while, walked into the door with He Muzi, and came to the living room on the first floor, the temperature was very low, the wind was rising again, and the villa was already full of holes.

Wang Hao felt that the body temperature on his body was suddenly taken away by the cold, He Muzi leaned on the sofa to find a leeward place, squatted down and got busy, even afraid of the cold, Wang Hao couldn't stop shivering.

He Muzi's movements were a little sluggish, and gradually, he sobbed loudly, Wang Hao was speechless, knowing that persuasion was also in vain, so he could only secretly pray that he would finish crying quickly, end it quickly, and leave quickly.

He Muzi cried for a while, raised his tear-stained face, and muttered to himself at the dark villa: "It's been so long, you are in the sky...... How are you doing? ”

Wang Hao also looked into the darkness, feeling a huge sense of oppression coming to his face, and couldn't help but feel dizzy.

I don't know what it's like to watch my life go by.

Is it the panic that lost life in an instant? Or did you feel the fear of the deadly monster?

He Muzi shivered and lit the paper money, and soon, a small fire lit up in the dark living room, and she wiped the tears from her face while fiddling with it. The paper ashes were rolled up by the wind and scattered in the living room, and a few pieces fell on He Muzi's face, which was erased by her indiscriminately, and suddenly became a black and white face, which was very scary against the backdrop of the firelight.

Wang Hao looked at He Muzi's movements and couldn't help but say, "What you do, they will definitely be able to see it in the sky, and they will also bless you." ”

He Muzi was silent and nodded.

She squatted down, feeling the slightest warmth in her face.

Wang Hao also picked up a wad of paper money and threw it into the fire.

The flames danced, mischievous as disobedient children, and the two watched as the paper money slowly curled in the fire, turning into red, shimmering flakes, slowly shattering and dissipating, as if going to an unknown distance.

He Muzi's eyes were filled with tears again, and the beating fire light was filled into a dazzling cloud, vague but real, and their smiling faces gradually became clear in this halo.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

He Muzi let out an uncontrollable sob: I'm sorry...... You shouldn't have been allowed to come......

The warm touch on his face gradually became real, as if the palm of his hand was slowly caressing.

She couldn't help but reach out, and in an instant, the tingling of her fingertips made everything in front of her disappear without a trace.

Ten years ago, we met.

Ten years later, we parted.

In ten years, so many stories of me and you have happened.

In ten years, everyone has grown.

Ten years, not long and not short golden years.

Ten years, get to know each other.

Ten years, friendship and contradictions between the four.

Ten years, countless night talks.

In the past ten years, we have eaten together, visited bookstores, played ball together, passed through Internet cafes together, and ...

For ten years, I am familiar with the teaching style of teachers in various subjects.

Ten years, the first time I drank alcohol until I vomited.

Ten years, a good friend who accompanied me to the hospital late at night.

Ten years, the handsome guy next door who has a crush.

Decade......

Now, ten years have passed, and from now on, everyone will be safe!

Perhaps, I will have someone else to accompany me in the future.

But the best of the 10 years we've had!

It's over.

When the death knell rings, do you feel a little reluctant?