I don't know if you've ever woken up to find that the hem of your clothes has been lifted to your collarbone, revealing most of your body

If it's summer, maybe it's because the fabric is too light and messy, but even the thermal underwear I wear in winter is the same, I often wake up from the cold, and the hem of the thermal underwear will definitely run near the collarbone when I wake up the next day after wearing it.

What's even weirder is that when I woke up in the morning, I was obviously covered with a quilt

I hadn't been like this before, I was tossed for several days in a row, I thought it was too weird, and finally I couldn't help but tell my best friend Momo.

My nervousness caused Tao Tao to laugh: "Su Yi, I said that you are 23 years old and have not been picked by men, so you are lonely, and you DIY every night."

I was so angry that I raised my hand and hit Tao Tao a few times, and said shyly: "Li Tao, you fart"

I am always not ashamed to talk with my girlfriends, but I still feel uneasy about the weirdness of every day, especially for the sake of health, I don't have the habit of wearing underwear when I sleep, and every time my thermal underwear is lifted, I will definitely see it

"Could it be that your family was picked by a flower thief, he targeted you to live alone in a bachelor apartment, and he thought you were beautiful and delicious, and he cleaned you every day, tsk, it's terrible to think about."

Li Tao's words affected me, and that night, I decided to put on my underwear first, even if the thermal underwear was lifted again, there was still something left to cover.

Unexpectedly, when I woke up the next day, I even had my underwear buttoned unbuttoned

Under the well-dressed thermal underwear, the underwear was loose, but I was obviously sleeping soundly and didn't feel anything

I was about to graduate, I first found a bachelor apartment and moved out of the dormitory, not because I was inhumane, but because I was born not to be close to people, I had few friends, and even my relatives said that my mouth was not sweet.

I didn't say anything strange about it, but when I was home once a month, I bought a plane ticket in the afternoon, crossed several provinces, and arrived at my hometown.

Not long after entering the house, my mother saw me in the kitchen, ran over with excitement, hugged me, and kept saying in a coquettish tone: "My Xiaoyi, my mother is about to kill you, let my mother take a good look at you, you have not only become ugly, but also gained weight"

I'm so angry that I'm about to vomit blood, is this my own mother?

At three or four o'clock in the afternoon, my dad hadn't gotten off work yet, and I was dragged by my mother to chat in the living room, and most of the time she asked me that as usual, she cared about my school situation and health, and was always worried that I would suffer in other places, and asked me if I wanted to work in my hometown after graduation.

I hesitated, my mom probably didn't want to embarrass me, sighed, and led the topic away.

My dad was very happy to see me in the evening, although he didn't say it, he always had a problem with drinking two more glasses when he was happy.

At about eleven o'clock in the evening, I lay on the bed in my room, looked at the ceiling and sighed, even if it was a thief before, then I always avoided it when I was home

My eyelids became heavier and heavier, and I closed my eyes for an unknown amount of time, and in a daze, a clear man's voice seemed to be floating far away, but it was very clear.

"Don't go, stay here."

Unlike just now, the voice seemed to be close to my ear at this moment, his low and mellow voice was very familiar and I couldn't remember, and my first reaction was that I was awake, and my eyelids were so heavy that I couldn't open them

What made my scalp tingle even more was that for the first time in these days, I could really feel the hem of my clothes slowly sweeping over my skin.

From the navel gradually upwards, the sliding skin crawled into patches of pimples, not finished, the fabric was as soft as a feather, so smooth that it swept over the ribs, without stopping for a second, slowly going up

The fabric was unusually cold, and the moment I swept through the sensitive spots, I couldn't help but shiver slightly, and my whole body instantly became hot and unrestful, like thousands of ants crawling by, itching to death.

Without warning, the cold touch on his waist pushed the fear in his heart to the peak

The unfamiliar touch took on the shape of a palm, and the cold air was like a fine needle tip, which drilled straight into my flesh without reservation.

This real feeling is not like a dream, the palm slowly slides up and passes very clearly, and even stays in the key parts for a long time, the arched palm so that the fingers are completely wrapped, causing my body to be paralyzed all of a sudden, I can't stop shivering, my mind is blank, and I can faintly hear a slight muffled laugh from the nasal cavity, igniting the smell of the air.

No, no, no

I tried to shout and struggle, my reason was almost crumbling, I tried to remind myself that it was just a dream, and everything was fine when I woke up, but I felt like I was trapped in a fog in the sky, trying to grasp it with my hands, and it was always in vain.

At this time, the abrupt halt of the palm seemed to make time stand still, and I nervously and deliberately let go of my breath until the palm slowly left my body.

Desperately reminding yourself that this is just a dream, and as long as you open your eyes, everything you are going through will be annihilated.

But when is the head?

I'm afraid that the experience I just experienced will be repeated, and I have tasted enough fear in the long wait.

Unexpectedly, the fabric that was piled up on my chest was pulled by a force, and slowly reached my waist, as if nothing had happened.

I couldn't let go of my hanging heart, but I didn't know that the cold palm turned to my cheek again, and it was so cold that I wanted to shrink my neck.

"Don't move."

The magnetic voice was low, and I threw away the idea of moving.

At this time, the palm of the hand turned sideways, the back of the fingers with distinct roots, the slippery feeling was like being a cold snakeskin, the fingertips caressed my cheeks, the frequency of sliding was extremely slow, as if outlining my appearance, but also the intimacy between intimate lovers.

Finally, reach out to the corner of my eye and wipe it gently.

The fingers moved very slowly, with a little bit of tenderness, as if it never hurt me.

Who are you, a human or a ghost?

I screamed silently in my heart, and the torment of time was about to break me.

The movement of the palm of the hand suddenly stopped, and after a while, the sound started again.

"I'm Lu Fan."

At this point, the cold palm lingered for a while before it moved away from my face and never appeared again.

The next morning, I woke up suddenly, looked down immediately, and found that the pajamas were still intact on me, and touched my face indiscriminately, but I didn't touch my tears.

How so

Last night's "dream" still made me feel palpitations, if it was really the flower thief that Tao Tao said, then why did I still meet it in my hometown, and even let the process of what happened gradually become clear.

If not, then what would it be

I got out of bed and walked to the bathroom, and I was startled when I saw myself in the mirror.

My dry eyes are swollen like two walnuts, no wonder I always feel like I can't open them.

At lunchtime, my mother was also surprised to see me, and hurriedly quipped, "What's wrong with you, this eye is swollen." What TV series are you watching again, give me an introduction"

I smiled helplessly, picked up the porridge and put it to my mouth, thinking that if I really told the truth, I probably wouldn't believe it.

While eating, there was a small talk about whether or not there was a match, and my mother suddenly remembered something, and suddenly said: "By the way, do you know that your Aunt Zhang's son died a few days ago." ”

"Which Aunt Zhang, Aunt Zhang"

I took a piece of potato and put it in my mouth.

"Look at your memory, twenty years ago with our family in the same yard, her son is two years older than you, since you were a child, you have been chasing after people's buttocks, crying and shouting that you want to marry him when you grow up, and you are still angry when you are laughed, and not long after that, your Aunt Zhang's family business also moved away, and now she is one of the richest people in us, but how do you know a few days ago, hey."

"Her son who"

"Think about it, my surname is Lu, and my name is Lu Fan."

Lu Fan

I was so startled that I almost jumped out of my seat.

Lu, Lu Fan, isn't that the name of the voice I had in my dream last night?

My mother seemed to be startled, and her eyes widened and reprimanded me: "Why are you so startled, scared me, why, you still miss your brother Fan"

The fog of irritability piled up in my heart, and the old and broken memories seeped into my thoughts little by little.

Lu Fan, the little boy who looked much more handsome than his peers when he was a child, and looked cold all day long, but not just me, which girl in the compound didn't like him

The name that appeared in my dream blurted out of my mother's mouth overnight, could it all be just a coincidence?