Yang He was still sitting on the sofa, as if he was going to sit like this forever, would he feel pain? I wondered in my heart. It seems that the woman who ran away with other men without saying hello has nothing to do with him. For me, although Tang Rou has left, compared with He Xueyi's desperation, my heart is much better.

Sure enough, people can't look good, I sighed in my heart, while looking forward, my eyes swept away, only to find that the ashtray on the coffee table was full at some point.

Since that day, Yang He and I have never been to school again. Yang He got a lot of books from nowhere, and the titles of the books were all "I Ching", "Tai Chi", "Bagua" and other terms that I didn't know much about.

Every day, from getting up to sleeping, Yang He has been immersed in his desk reading, and he also made a notebook for the boss; If he is thirsty, he drinks some tap water, and when he is hungry, he only eats instant noodles and lives a life without leaving home.

I also don't leave the house, but I drink, sometimes while watching TV, sometimes without watching TV. Drink every day, all the time, except when you are drunk and unconscious.

I got hit in the nose and got a problem, that is, I couldn't get cold, and I kept sneezing at the slightest cold. However, drinking alcohol can solve this problem, which is one of the reasons why I keep drinking.

Occasionally, when I was rarely sober, Yang He would come over and talk to me, as if he wanted to discuss something with me. But most of what he said was from his books, which I didn't understand at first, and I didn't have much interest in studying them. I just wanted to talk to him about Tang Rou and He Xueyi, and the two couldn't talk about each other. In the end, he shook his head with a wry smile and walked away, leaving me drunk.

I saw something in his eyes, and it was called helplessness.

It's that day again, and it's supposed to be the fifth Friday. In the afternoon I deliberately tincture myself and woke up to find myself lying on the carpet in the living room. Yang He was sitting next to me with an ashtray in his hand, smoking with a frown.

I was ignorant, too lazy to care what he wanted to do, looked back at the window, it was not completely dark, so frightened that I hurriedly reached out and touched the wine, wanting to get drunk again tonight. Yang He stepped on the back of my hand.

"Cao ——, is dying of Lao Tzu! What are you doing? "I withdrew my hand, and the back of my hand was red.

"There's work to be done tonight."

"Is it important?"

"It's important," his eyes sparkled, "maybe it could save both of our lives." ”

Save both of our lives? I shuddered, wasn't all this enough? "We're going to die?" I asked.

"Not necessarily." Yang He smiled and spit out a smoke ring, his expression was full of confidence. "Come," he patted me on the shoulder, "sit up, let's talk." ”

"What are you talking about?"

He didn't speak immediately, but he took another puff of cigarette and exhaled it, and the smoke rose in a waddle in the windless room. It was dark, the shadows of the eerie trees outside the house swayed, and I heard the wind whining through the rooftops again.

He finally spoke: "It's been thirty-five days since we first invited the pen immortal. Five-seven-thirty-five, exactly five weeks. ”

Is it? I don't remember much, and my head is still a little heavy. I heard him say again: "I thought carefully about what has happened in the past five weeks. A pattern was discovered. ”

"Mode? What mode? ”

"Every Friday, the day we invite the pen fairy, something strange happens. Every time it's better than the last. Seven days seems to be a cycle, a cycle of terrorist events. During these seven days, it was absolutely calm and nothing happened. And every time, at the end of the matter, there are traces of black cats. Please pen fairy on Friday. From then on, on the first seventh day, Friday, we met the black cat, and then almost rolled over; On the second Friday we got lost and also saw the black cat; On the third Friday we were at home, and you dreamed of ghosts, and you saw ghosts on me, and black cats appeared; On the fourth and seventh day, last Friday, I saw a ghost behind me, and you were undoubtedly ghosted to kill the black cat. It should be said that the ghost we saw, a female ghost in white and a male ghost in black behind me, was summoned by us at the invitation of the pen fairy. ”

"yes, but that's what I thought of too."

"Hmph. But what does the ghost have to do with that black cat? I'm sure that the black cat definitely didn't appear by accident! It must have something to do with the seven-day catastrophe that I don't know yet. It's not just you and me who have played the pen fairy, I have asked some people who have invited the pen fairy, and they are also writing letters for help, but all the people who have played the pen fairy just said that they have encountered some unlucky things, and have never thought of you and me as unlucky. No, our affairs should not be said to be unlucky, it is an evil door. ”

"What do those who have invited pen fairies say?"

"Something that didn't work! No one had ever heard of the black cat, and the catastrophe once every seven days. Even those broken books are completely undocumented. Hehe, maybe we both had the worst luck and summoned two of the most evil demons that no one has ever met. ”

"What then?"

"What to do? Don't drink anymore if you know what to do! Yang He glared at me viciously, and my face turned red.

"Also," Yang He continued, "every time a black cat appears, it seems to bring us bad luck. But every bad luck that happened seemed to stop at the last moment, after the black cat appeared! There were no catastrophic consequences for us. I mean, the physical catastrophic consequences. ”

"For example?" I don't understand a little bit of it.

"For example," he stared into my eyes, "Die!" ”

I chuckled in my heart and didn't dare to speak, Yang He said again: "Let's start from the beginning." The first time the black cat appeared, the car had a flat tire and seemed to be about to roll over, but in the end it didn't; The second time I got lost, I walked to the gloomy black road, if we kept walking, God knows where we would go, but the black cat appeared, and the road was blocked by a big tree that was inexplicably broken, and we went home in an incredible way; The third time you had a nightmare, we heard a strange noise in the toilet, and as soon as the black cat came out, nothing happened; Last Friday, I saw the man in black behind me, there is no doubt that you fell for evil, although the black cat appeared and crashed into the car, nothing happened. Even the car was fine. ”

"What do you want to say?" I had a vague idea of something, but I couldn't put it into words.