"What a coincidence, we're still neighbors" As soon as I got home, Zhang Heng lived at No. 404, and Song Ying lived at No. 403, right next door to him, and I didn't find it before, maybe it was the reason why I just moved over. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"yes"

"Then I'll go in first, bye-bye" After Zhang Heng entered the house, no matter how he thought about it, he felt that what had just happened was very real, and it didn't seem to be fake at all.

Forget it, I don't want to, maybe it's really my hallucination.

Zhang Heng burrowed into the quilt and forced himself to forget the scene just now.

In my sleep, the strange dreams began to ...... again

The market at night is very lively, with lights and lights, all kinds of passers-by, children laughing and playing, and many people's attention attracted by acrobatic performances at night, but only one person did not match this bustling scene.

He carried passers-by on his back, isolated on the grassy shore ahead, willows swaying behind his branches, cluttering his back.

"Beautiful at night?" A man in a blue robe offered to talk.

"I look at it, it's not a night scene," the man in white said lightly, without any enthusiasm for dialogue with him.

"A quiet little village, quiet, warm, hard but chic, free" The man's tone was full of regret and yearning.

"The birds love the old forest, and the pond fish thinks about the old place. Open up the wilderness in the south and return to the garden. There are more than ten acres of square houses and eight or nine thatched houses. The elm willow shades the back eaves, and the peach and plum Luo Hall are in front of the hall. Ambiguous and distant village, smoke in the ruins. The dog barks in the deep alley, and the rooster cries in the mulberry tree. There is no dust in the courtyard, and there is spare time in the empty room. After being in the cage for a long time, I can return to nature" The man in white was indifferent.

The man shook his head and sighed, "With war, these are all yearnings"

The man in white looked at the person who came to talk with interest, "It seems that you are the same as me, and have the same yearning"

"The country is in trouble, how can it be reasonable to sit idly by, you and I will eventually go to the battlefield" The man in blue said pityingly, "If I were just born in an ordinary family, I would not have watched the country in the heat of the water and watched coldly"

A hearty young man in a jet-black cloth shirt looked extremely neat, "It's better to start with chivalry!" ”

Since then, the three young people have a unified goal, to do chivalrous righteousness!

"Let's get to know each other, this son, you can tell by looking at what you are wearing that you are not from an ordinary family," the young man in blue said to the young man in white.

"I guess you're not ordinary."

"Okay, I'll start first, my name is ......"

Whoosh~ Zhang Heng sat up suddenly, it was not dawn yet, and it was only around 12 o'clock "Why did you wake up at the critical moment again" Zhang Heng knocked his head, not only could he not see his appearance clearly, but even the voice at the critical moment would be blurred, and he even woke up directly.

I tried to recall, but I couldn't recall it, and the picture just now began to gradually blur, although I won't forget it, but the memory will be very vague.

Seeing that he couldn't remember, Zhang Heng lay down again.

In a half-dream, he faintly felt that his chest was stuffy, he couldn't breathe, and his back was hot and sweaty, Zhang Heng squinted his eyes and saw a person standing there at the head of the bed.

His complexion was pale, horribly pale.

A voice suddenly appeared and echoed in my mind, "Uncle, you stepped on my hair~"

"Uncle! You stepped on my hair~"

The dark blue cracked hand kept playing in Zhang Heng's mind, and in just one minute, Zhang Heng was already sweating, including the sheets.

His hands unconsciously grasped the quilt, not daring to open his eyes.

"Do you want to hear the story of Hades?" His voice was hoarse, low, and weak, as if he would lose his breath at any moment.

Zhang Heng didn't answer, the fear in his heart filled his body, making him powerless to answer, and he didn't dare to move, his eyes were closed, and he didn't even dare to look.

"Do you want to know where your heart comes from?" The man in the white lab coat and medical mask spoke in a low voice again.

Zhang Heng opened his eyes slightly, vaguely saw the person who transplanted his heart, swallowed and spit, he didn't dare to imagine that his heart was transplanted by this person.

First of all, after that day, he could not find anyone to transplant his heart, and secondly, there was no trace of surgery on his body.

Zhang Heng nodded lightly, his heart was beating violently, and the cold sweat was still rising, if this was not a person, could it be...... Ghost.

Bang bang bang! He was just about to speak, but was interrupted by a knock on the door, Zhang Heng was startled, his breathing began to become rapid, panting, and cold sweat was like soybeans.

"Zhang Heng, you didn't take the key in" Song Ying's voice came, and it seemed a little distant through the door panel.

In a turn of his head, the man in the white coat at the end of the bed was gone, Zhang Heng shook his head, and saw his shadow reflected on the TV, nothing, and so, is this an illusion, or is someone deliberately spoofing, in or or, all this is true.

"Zhang Heng, have you slept?" Song Ying knocked on the door again, in terms of today's young people, this point is either playing with a mobile phone or playing lol.

"No! I'll go out now," Zhang Heng responded.

Ten seconds later, the door creaked open, and Song Ying stood in front of the door in a casual outfit "Your key"

"Ah, I forgot to pull it out after opening the door" Zhang Heng scratched his head, and then remembered that he forgot to pull out the key after entering the house just now.

"Thank you, why haven't you slept yet?"

"I just heard something and came out to see, it's a cat, just saw that your key is still on the door"

"In that case, can I ask you something?" Zhang Heng asked.

"What's the matter?"

"Tonight, let me sleep with your ......"

Zhang Heng didn't dare to stay alone in the room now, and his intuition told him that if he stayed alone, he would definitely encounter something dirty.

After getting Song Ying's consent, Zhang Heng was also obviously relieved, closed the door of his house, and entered the neighbor's house.

I have to say that Song Ying's house is much better than Zhang Heng, it is obviously decorated, although the light is a little dim, but it is also very warm and comfortable, and there is a peculiar fragrance in the house, which makes people feel refreshed.

Soon, a wave of sleepiness hit, Zhang Heng was lying on the sofa and couldn't open his eyes, wondering, why did the refreshing incense make me so sleepy.

The eyelids finally closed, and Zhang Heng also fell into a deep sleep.

Song Ying sat on the carpet, on the table was a notebook, Song Ying stopped typing on the keyboard.

shook his head, turned off the cold air of the air conditioner, and covered Zhang Heng with a thin quilt.

Song Ying walked to the wardrobe, opened the wardrobe, glanced at it meaningfully, seemed to be reminiscing about something, and suddenly laughed, as if she was recalling something.

In the bookstore......

Gu Chenchen was bored flipping through the scrolls, a black shadow flashed, Gu Chenchen was keenly aware of it, stopped the movements in his hand, walked to the door, opened the door, the original Gu Chenchen's unique expression now became serious and serious, and after looking around, he didn't find anything.