Tomorrow is Christmas, only a few students in the morning class came to the classroom on time to listen to the class, and the teacher in the class only raised his eyes and gave up the roll call, and then picked up the book and shook his head for half an hour to talk about the content that he didn't understand, and then announced the end of the class.

Watching the university Chinese language and literature teacher hurriedly walk out of the classroom, Ding Xiaofan was very disappointed, although this was an elective course, but it was her favorite, but what she didn't expect was that such a different and erudite old man would be as restless as a young man, and the content and quality of the lecture would be reduced because of the small number of people in the class.

Alas, it is no wonder that some people always say that the current university teachers are not as good as a year.

Ding Xiaofan lowered his head and began to pack up his books, but when he lowered his head, he inadvertently remembered the jade pendant hanging around his neck, and then raised his right hand and gently put it on his chest.

Since the last time she went to Xishan with Qin Yan, Ding Xiaofan would have some inexplicable but extremely realistic dreams almost every night when she went to bed, and every time she woke up, she would break out in a cold sweat, and it would be accompanied by a headache for an hour or two. Ding Xiaofan was very strange and scared, and finally couldn't help but call her mother, but she regretted it after the call, because her mother was not only not worried when she heard it, but asked her about the details of the dream with great interest, and also asked her to organize each dream into a story and send it to her, because she wanted to refer to whether it could be used as material for her next film.

That's right, that's what her mother asked, and her mother thought it was normal and reasonable for this kind of request, for no other reason, because Ding Xiaofan's mother was a writer and an Internet writer. And Ding Xiaofan was raised by her mother word by word, many times, Ding Xiaofan actually felt very sorry for her mother, she was born in northern Jiangsu, because of the patriarchal grandparents, because of the ridiculous and ignorant filial piety in her father's heart, when she was three years old, her father divorced her mother, so that she could remarry a wife and have a son (but I heard that Dad didn't get his wish in the end, and his new wife gave birth to two daughters in succession).

The strong mother didn't take anything with her when she left that house, except for her. Later, in order to support their mother and daughter, and in order to take care of her conveniently, my mother chose to open an online store at the beginning, which is the kind of direct delivery from the factory, and I only need to register a Taobao store, although it is easy, but the profit in this way is also very low, but fortunately, my mother is more diligent and studious, in order to attract customers to the store, every day is not to learn PS, or to figure out what kind of advertising can attract people to the store, so even such a low-profit store is enough for their mother and daughter to live a nourishing life in the first two years. But later, Taobao reformed, and such an individual small C store became less and less supported, and the business became more and more zero. So my mother decisively chose to give up and entered the field of writing.

Your mother was also a talented girl who was not big or small when she was in school, and she also read a lot of famous books at home and abroad, so it should not be difficult for me.

This is the bold words that Ding Xiaofan's mother said when she first wrote it, when Ding Xiaofan was only six years old, and the concept was still very vague, so when her mother said these words with confidence, Ding Xiaofan also applauded and agreed, and looked at her with her round eyes as if adoring.

But this thing seems easy, but when you really want to express it in the most practical language, it is not easy. So at the beginning, my mother didn't get the approval of the website at all, and if the website didn't agree, it couldn't sign a contract, and if you didn't sign a contract, it meant that there was no money to make.

So later, if I didn't receive a contract from the website, my mother stopped writing it again, but started to brew again. Then the hard work paid off, and my mother finally received a contract notice from the editor because of a realistic film. Ding Xiaofan remembered that his mother was about to jump up with joy that day. In fact, at first, her mother thought about writing a supernatural one, because since Ding Xiaofan could speak, she would always tell her mother all kinds of ghosts and ghost stories she saw, at first her mother thought that it was all Ding Xiaofan's imagination, so she never cared, but after talking too much, her mother began to feel strange, thinking about how this child could have such a strong imagination and tell some stories every day. The reason why her mother finally believed that her daughter's eyes were extraordinary and could really see ghosts was when Ding Xiaofan was six years old, when her mother Ding Ran went home to sweep her grandfather's tomb on Qingming Day, Ding Ran's grandfather died when Ding Ran was fifteen years old, but her grandfather loved her very much before he died, so every year during the Qingming Festival, Ding Ran had to go back to sweep her grandfather's tomb.

That day, when Ding Ran and her father came back from sweeping the tomb of their grandfather, it was already a little dark, Ding Xiaofan was waiting for his mother at his grandmother's house while watching TV, but when his mother entered the door, Ding Xiaofan stared straight behind his mother, and after watching for a long time, her mother was very strange, so she asked Ding Xiaofan, "What are you looking at?" The eyes were so wide. ”

Ding Xiaofan didn't want his grandfather to hear it, so he tiptoed into his mother's ear and said, "Mom, a grandfather is back with you." ”

"Grandpa? What grandpa, your grandfather came back with his mother, little fool, why can't even grandpa tell the difference. Ding Ran thought that Ding Xiaofan was talking about her father, so she didn't care.

"It's not grandpa, it's a grandfather I don't know, he's there, a little shorter than grandpa, but the hair on his head is white, he has a white beard on his chin, and he wears black clothes." Ding Xiaofan was a little anxious, pointing to the place where the grandfather was staying, while describing the grandfather's appearance to his mother.

Ding Ran turned his head strangely to look at the air behind him, there was obviously nothing.

At this time, Ding Ran's grandfather began to talk to Ding Xiaofan, he told Ding Xiaofan that her mother first learned to write calligraphy with him at the age of six, and when she was eight years old, she sucked and played with a blown balloon, but accidentally sucked it into her stomach, and later took laxatives to pull it out, and when she was thirteen years old, she went to participate in a math competition and won the first place in the county.......

Ding Ran looked at Ding Xiaofan with wide eyes, even her parents had forgotten these things that happened when she was a child, and she herself had never mentioned it to her daughter, so that her daughter could really see ghosts, and the white-haired and black-clothed grandfather she just said must be her grandfather.

"Baby, where's that grandpa you just talked about? Where is it? Ding Ran was very excited, she didn't expect that she could sweep her grandfather home by sweeping the tomb, but at the same time, Ding Ran was also very special, and she was not afraid at all when she heard that her daughter could see ghosts.

Later, in order not to alarm Ding Xiaofan's grandfather, the mother and daughter took the ghost grandfather into the room to have a secret talk, and the so-called secret talk was actually Ding Ran asked, Ding Xiaofan helped her grandfather answer, and then Ding Xiaofan relayed the grandfather's question, Ding Ran answered again, and when it came to emotion, Ding Ran couldn't help but hug Ding Xiaofan and cry bitterly......

Since then, when Ding Ran wrote without ideas, he forced Ding Xiaofan to ask about those ghost stories, and as a result, a netizen who became famous with a realistic version was born......

Ding Xiaofan's hand was still in the place where the jade was, and she was a little curious about the magic of this jade, because since she wore this piece of jade, she had never had those messy dreams again, and what was even more strange was that none of the wild ghosts who had nothing to do in the middle of the night and often wandered in front of her eyes were gone, even the Qing Qingchen, which she was very familiar with, was gone.

I don't know if this piece of jade is Qin Yan's personal thing, because when she took it from him that day, the jade still had some temperature, could it be his body temperature?

Thinking of this, Ding Xiaofan suddenly blushed, phew, what do you think, Qin Yan is a warm boyfriend, and Wen Wen is my roommate, and he must not covet his roommate's boyfriend, if so, wouldn't he become a junior?

"Ding Xiaofan,"

A sudden shout from behind her interrupted Ding Xiaofan's thoughts, she turned her head in a panic, but was surprised to find that Xu Hao was sitting on the seat not far behind her.

Xu Hao also took this course?

"That...... Today Christmas Eve, you ...... Do you have something to do at night? Xu Hao scratched his head, and his speech was a little slurred.

Hearing Xu Hao ask like this, Ding Xiaofan was stunned, what does this mean? Are you trying to date me?

Thinking of the word "about", Ding Xiaofan's face turned red again, from childhood to adulthood, she belonged to the category that did not attract boys, so she had never been dated by a boy, but I don't know what happened recently, not only did boys borrow her jade to ward off ghosts, but there were also tall and handsome people who asked her out on Christmas Eve.

Could it be that I'm going to run from time to time?

"I don't have a boyfriend, and Christmas Eve doesn't mean anything to someone like me, so what's the matter?" In order to hide the nervousness in his heart, Ding Xiaofan lowered his head and packed up his books while answering.

"That's right, I don't have anything to do, why don't we go to the city?" Xu Hao saw that Ding Xiaofan did not refuse, and his courage was a little bigger than just now, and even his speech became as smooth as usual.

Ding Xiaofan thought for less than five seconds and nodded in agreement, because she was too curious about what the date was like, would it be the same as climbing the West Mountain in the middle of the night with Qin Yan? She thought.

Seeing that Ding Xiaofan had packed up his books, Xu Hao smiled and walked to the door with her.

But as soon as she walked out of the door, Ding Xiaofan's mobile phone rang, she took it out and saw that it was a message from her mother, and only one sentence was written on it: Baby, quickly write the dream you had a few days ago to your mother, urgently!