These words poured down like a basin of ice water, dousing my anger. But I know that this is tantamount to a bolt from the blue for Liu Lei. I looked back at Liu Lei, his eyes were still calm and composed, as if everything was expected by him. It's just that his face is a little paler, and he can't see it at all if he doesn't look closely.

Zhang Yuanxin's boyfriend swaggered in, and actually walked around the rooms as if visiting. I followed him closely, glancing at Liu Lei out of the corner of my eye, as long as he gave me the slightest signal, I would fly up and kick this guy's waist off. But Liu Lei never looked at me, just crossed his hands coldly, as if the whole thing had nothing to do with him.

Zhang Yuanxin's boyfriend walked into the bedroom, saw the mirror on the bedside, and suddenly gasped: "Huh? Make no mistake, why did you hang a mirror in this place? It's very wicked to hang mirrors in this place. Generally speaking, "he seems to want to show something," this position is all about hanging something auspicious, even if nothing is better than hanging a mirror. Oh my God, there's one in this room too! Hey? It's still on the wall! It's terrible, it's a big murderer!

Why don't you find a way to take the mirror off yet! He said in a commanding tone, but when he saw my eyes, he quickly changed to a smiling face. Don't get me wrong, I don't mean anything else," he sneered, "but I'm good for you." He smiled maliciously: "If you don't listen to me again, maybe you will encounter even more unlucky things." ”

Liu Lei grabbed my raised fist from behind, pointed his index finger at the guy's chest, gestured to the door, and said one word: "Get out."

Zhang Yuan, who had been packing her luggage on the side, stood up, Guo Li pulled her twice, so the two buried their heads in packing their luggage again.

Liu Lei returned to the sofa, frowned, and stared at the mirror on the wall, as if thinking about something. Until we left, the two girls never said a word to us, and stayed away from us like a plague god. Liu Lei also sat on the sofa and didn't move again. I noticed that he didn't look at Zhang Yuan from beginning to end.

I sent the two girls out alone, Zhang Yuan glanced at me, walked away without looking back with her luggage, and threw down a sentence as she walked: "What's the big deal?" I just can't get used to that guy's self-righteous look on his face......"

Guo Li put down her luggage and looked back, only to find that her eye circles were actually red.

"I ...... Gone," she said, bowing her head, "take care of yourself, take care of yourself......"

I wanted to say something, but I couldn't say a word.

"You, be careful when driving," she continued, after a pause, "I think you'd better stay in this house." ”

I couldn't help but reach out and touch her teardrop face, but she turned away as if she was suddenly surprised, picked up her luggage and turned away, hurriedly walked a few steps, and then looked back at me one last time: "Go, bye-bye." ”

I watched their car go away until the tears on my face dried on their own.

Liu Lei still sat on the sofa, as if he planned to sit like this forever. Will he feel pain? I wondered in my heart. It seems that the woman who ran away with another man without saying hello has nothing to do with him. For me, although Guo Li has left, compared with Zhang Yuan's desperation, my heart is much better. Sure enough, people can't be seen, I sighed in my heart. I swept my eyes down, only to find that the ashtray on the coffee table was full at some point.

Since that day, Liu Lei and I have never been to school again. Liu Lei got a lot of books out of nowhere, and the titles of the books were all "I Ching", "Tai Chi", "Bagua" and other terms that I didn't understand. Every day, from getting up to going to bed, Liu Lei has been immersed in the desk and 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, and I can't tell that he has taken his girlfriend to heart about finding a new love. I 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.

After being hit in the nose, I contracted a problem, that is, I couldn't get cold, and I kept sneezing when I was a little cold. However, drinking alcohol can solve this problem. That's one of the reasons why I keep drinking.

Occasionally, when I rarely have a sober mind, Liu Lei comes over to talk to me, as if he wants 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 Guo Li and Zhang Yuan. The two of them can'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. When I woke up, I found myself lying on the carpet in the living room. Liu Lei 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. Liu Lei stepped on the back of my hand.

"Ahh 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." Liu Lei 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.

The sky was gone, and the shadows of the eerie trees outside the house swayed. I heard the wind whining through the roofs 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.