Outside the window, the magpie's nest made of thin branches in the poplar tree has long since disappeared. The original lush leaves of the pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info gradually lost their former colors in the late autumn wind, and most of them began to turn yellow, and from time to time one or two slowly fell with the wind. If you listen closely, you can hear the soft sound of falling leaves touching the ground.

Between the tall poplar trees and the courtyard wall, there is a two-storey power distribution room, and the glass on the diamond-shaped window near the cement eaves at the top has broken at some point, and there is one at this time, but there is a pinch of white hair under the mouth, the fur is dark, and the huge cat sticks out most of its body, and keeps "meowing" and meowing. Looking at that look, it seems that he wants to jump off, but he doesn't dare.

The fourth class in the morning is always the hardest time. Especially the withered, black and thin, expressionless face, known as the repeater, Mr. Bao Yulong Bao's world history class. The single tone of the script, hearing Jiang Jing's ears, undoubtedly became the best hypnotic sound.

Jiang Jing, who had been tormented by the same nightmare since the beginning of school, was awakened again at two o'clock in the morning last night, staring at the ceiling until dawn, only felt that his eyelids were as heavy as a thousand pounds, and although he tried his best, the scene in front of him gradually became blurred. And the voice of the repeater teacher on the podium was more like coming from a distant time and space, becoming more and more ethereal, more and more ethereal, and finally nothing could be heard.

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Syllable.

An unusually crisp voice suddenly sounded in his ears, and Jiang Jing, who was lying on the desk, sat up straight. Raised his hand and wiped the hara on his chin, and immediately became a good student who sat upright and listened attentively.

Although few students were willing to listen to the world history class of the repeater, Mr. Bao's ability to throw chalk won the awe of all the students.

For the first time, a chalk tip the size of a pinky finger would never hit a person. It's either on the tabletop, on the wall, or on the glass window next to it. The second time it won't be so polite.

So, the first time today was just a warning on the window. Jiang Jing, who had been hit a few times a few times earlier, didn't want to try to be hit on the top of his head by a chalk head again, not so much because of the pain, but because of the feeling of being awakened from his sleep and feeling palpitations.

It always takes a few minutes for the puff heartbeat to calm down.

Jingle bells, jingle bells,......。

When the bell of the end of class came like a fairy sound, the sound of the repeater stopped just right, and the sound of "class" that came immediately was the two most emotional notes in the whole class.

As the saying goes, spring sleepy, autumn is lacking, summer nap and can't wake up in winter and March. Now that it is the end of autumn and the beginning of winter, Jiang Jing, who has long been accustomed to taking a nap, even if he has no lunch break, he still hurriedly filled his stomach, then turned over and lay on the bed, and quickly fell asleep.

So much so that when Jiang Jing woke up and hurriedly ran to the teaching building, quickly climbed to the fourth floor with a breath, and walked to the door of the classroom, the second class in the afternoon was about to end.

"Report."

Zheng Jianguo, the English teacher on the podium, didn't even look at Jiang Jing, so Jiang Jing had to stand honestly at the door of the classroom.

It wasn't until the moment before the bell rang that Teacher Zheng said lightly, "Come in." ”

As soon as I walked to my seat and sat down, the bell rang on time.

In the burst of laughter from his classmates, Jiang Jing, who was red-faced, could only lower his head and pretend to rummage through the book hole.

"Brother Jing, did you dream of Sister Rong'er again at night?"

"Go, bother."

Most of the students had already walked out of the classroom, Jiang Jing ignored the ridicule of Su Qiqun at the same table, put his arm on the table, and lay down on his stomach, and couldn't help but think of the nightmare that had plagued him for a long time in his mind again.

Obviously, there are only four floors in the teaching building, and the first and second classes of high school where I am located are at the end of the staircase on the fourth floor, and the first room to turn right to the right, but every night I always dream that I appear at the staircase on the fourth floor, facing the wall that I see during the day, and the wall with "Books are the ladder of human progress" written on the opposite side, but another staircase that does not exist at all.

It's not a nightmare to dream of an extra flight of stairs, but that staircase that doesn't exist in reality has no end to it, and a long section is broken in the middle. And it was the disconnection that always made Jiang Jing in his dream feel extremely frightened, as if it was a devouring abyss.

So, I wake up every time, and once I wake up, I can't fall asleep again.

Although he did not carefully calculate how many times he had dreamed of the non-existent staircase in the two months since the start of school, Jiang Jing still knew one thing, that is, there would never be less than six times a month.

What's more, when I took a nap at noon today, I even dreamed of that nightmare.

Unlike at night, once you dream that there is no end to it, you will wake up with a great fear coming from the depths of the disconnection in the middle, but today's lunch nap is the opposite, not only did you not wake up, but you also felt a huge suction force in the disconnection, trying to suck yourself in. The fear that comes from this is far greater than at night, but I can't wake up at all.

If it weren't for the loud thudding sound of being afraid of playing basketball in the corridor of the bedroom, Jiang Jing really didn't know when he would get rid of the unprecedented fear in his dream.

Jiang Jing, who had palpitations, lay quietly on the desk, and secretly decided in his heart that he would never take a nap in the future.

The next two classes were physical education classes, and Jiang Jing was almost the last to leave the classroom. Walking out of the classroom, standing at the top of the stairs and turning to look at the nine big characters on the opposite wall, "Books are the ladder of human progress", Jiang Jing did not move his steps for a long time.

Because the teacher of the physical education class said last time that today's physical education class is free to move, when Jiang Jing came to the playground, the students were already having a lively and lively game.

Playing basketball, playing soccer, playing volleyball, huddled together in twos and whispered something.

Jiang Jinggang wanted to walk to the shade of the tree on the side of the playground, but was stopped by Cheng Liguo, who was in the same bedroom.

"Brother Jing, tonight is Miao Jun's birthday, please go when the time comes."

"What time is it, and where?"

"Jiangnan Spring 418, let's go after school."

Jiang Jing nodded, anyway, today is Friday, and there is nothing to do if you stay in the dormitory alone.

After school, I first went back to the empty dormitory, washed my hair and face, changed into clean clothes, and then walked out of the school gate and went straight to the Jiangnanchun Hotel two streets away.

It's just that Jiang Jing didn't expect that there were so many classmates who came to Miao Jun's birthday banquet tonight. What surprised him the most was that Miao Xiaoyu, the school flower and the third class of high school, was also among them.

"Brother Jing is here."

Jiang Jing, who was standing in front of the door of the huge 418 private room, was stunned in front of the scene full of three tables and more than 30 people, and heard the shouts of Su Qiqun at the same table, and walked over.

"Why is the school girl here?"

"Cut, I don't even know about this. That's Miao Jun's cousin, nerd. ”