It seems that this star is not last night, for whom the wind and rain stand in the middle of the night. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

In October, the wind starts to cool down at night, and the gorgeous lights on the opposite side illuminate the calm river.

I thought that if I asked these strange questions, my grandfather would beat me again, so I mentioned standing a little farther away, but I didn't expect my grandfather to look at me and say, "Why are you asking this?" ”

"Just ask!" Grandpa's strange reaction made me suspect that there was a little secret between them and Meng Yingjiu, but then let his next sentence be dispelled.

Grandpa took a sip of tea and said disdainfully: "You are a highly educated college student, how can you still believe in feudal superstition!" ”

"I'm not a feudal superstitious, but I suddenly feel that this world is amazing. Grandpa, you said that people are watching the sky, but who is watching in the sky? Isn't that just the gods watching? ”

"There are no immortals, everything is a cycle of cause and effect, and the seeds you sow will blossom and bear fruit one day, which is the law of nature."

I smiled and said, "Even if you walk too much at night, you will always meet ghosts." ”

"You girl! How stubborn? I'm going to sleep, it's rare to you!"

"Good night grandpa!"

Grandpa picked up his teacup and said, "You also rest early, don't be cranky." When he reached the top of the stairs, he turned his head to me and said, "There is no grass at the end of the world, why should you love a flower?" ”

I smiled and nodded, when did Grandpa also learn to change the verses? After my grandfather left, I lay on my grandfather's recliner, "There is no grass at the end of the world, why bother to love a flower?" ”

But Meng Yingjiu is not a flower? He was a towering tree, and I didn't want to hang myself from a tree, but he was so leafy that he stood in my way.

Where there is no fragrant grass at the end of the world is from Su Dongpo's "Butterfly Love Flower": the flowers fade and the red and green apricots are small, and when the swallows fly, the green water is around. The willows on the branches blow less, and there is no grass at the end of the world. The swing in the wall, the road outside the wall, the pedestrians outside the wall, and the beautiful woman in the wall laughs. The laughter gradually faded, but the amorous was ruthlessly annoyed.

Before I knew it, I fell asleep, and when I woke up in the morning, I was covered with a quilt on my body, and there was an extra hat on my head, and a mosquito coil was lit next to the recliner. The sun was still hiding behind the clouds and was slowly poking its head out. It looks beautiful, but in fact, after sleeping like this for one night, I feel like I am sore from head to toe.

After a little movement, they slowly walked downstairs, they were preparing breakfast in the kitchen. I walked in and said, "How can you let me fall asleep on the roof?" My whole body hurts right now! ”

Dad said while boiling the noodles, "Do you think you're still a child?" ”

"What do you mean?"

My mother walked past me with a bowl and said, "What does your dad mean is that you are the way you are now, who can hold you when you sleep there?" ”

The body didn't hurt anymore in an instant, because it was all transferred to the heart. I have to accept the answers to the questions I ask with tears in my eyes. "Then you should wake me up, too! How can I sleep there alone? ”

The mother put down the bowl and said, "It's not that I didn't scream, but I don't know who slept like a pig, and I couldn't wake up no matter how much I screamed." ”

I said coquettishly, "Mom, how can you say that about your daughter? ”

But my mother didn't pay attention to me at all, but said menacingly: "Don't go and help yet!" "I was so scared that I ran into the kitchen.

It's been a long time since I've sat at a table like this and had a good breakfast, and it's still a family, and I usually really ignore them, ignoring the most prosaic but most important family affection around me.

For the next few days, I stayed at home to help, and went to work when there was news, and they didn't talk to me about Meng Yingjiu anymore, because they thought I would slowly forget. I do forget it slowly, but I don't know how long it will take.

I had to go to work tomorrow, so I went back to the rented house. Walking into the room, my mood calmed down a lot, I didn't want to cry, but I couldn't laugh either.

After putting down his things, he walked to Meng Yingjiu's door and wanted to go in and have a look. But the hand on the doorknob couldn't turn, and the door was locked!

He's back? Are you in the room right now? My heart beat so fast that I froze in place and didn't know what to do. After being stunned for a while, I plucked up the courage to knock on the door, "Meng Yingjiu?" Are you there? No one answered.

I knocked on the door a few more times, but still no one answered. I leaned against the door like I had done the first time, holding my breath and listening to the movement inside. Last time he quietly opened the door and made me make a fool of myself, and now I want him to open the door, even if he makes a fool of himself again, it's nothing, I really want to see him again.

"Meng Yingjiu, I don't know if you're inside, but I really want to meet you. Even if I'm not the person you're looking for, we're still friends! It's still teammates who have been born and died together! And you saved my life, how could I forget it like this? You don't want to go, okay?"

There was still no sound inside, and I took out my phone to call him, but hesitated when I turned out his number. What if his phone rings inside? That is, he really didn't want to see me, even if he heard me pleading outside the door, he still didn't want to see me.

I don't want to call at this point, at least for now I can assume that he wasn't inside, but he came home and locked the door. Was it because he noticed I messed up his bed and locked the door?

Oh, my God! I ruined my last image of myself, no wonder he didn't want to see me anymore. You really can't be impulsive!

When I returned to my room, I collapsed on the bed weakly. I can already imagine what Meng Yingjiu's expression would be when he came home and saw his bed, although I tidied it up, but I still couldn't return to the original appearance of the bed, after all, I had been crying and tossing on it for a day!

I lay in bed and started playing with my phone. I didn't go online for the past few days, and I didn't know anything else except a few news I ran. Feeling out of this society can be fatal for a journalist. If I can't grasp the hot spots in society, I won't be able to keep my job, so I have to make up for it quickly and catch up.

After a general idea of what has happened recently, it should be enough to go to the newspaper tomorrow. Put down the mobile phone to wash, and when I passed by the door of Meng Yingjiu's room, I couldn't help but lean in and listen, of course, there was still no sound. However, how do I really feel like a perverted weird sister now?

After washing, lie down on the bed and continue to play with your phone. I've read all the new things, but it's still early, and I don't want to sleep, so I turned to the university forum again.

Most of the information on the forum is about transferring things, asking for a phone, finding someone or substitute for a teacher, and this information was also closely related to my life in the past. Occasionally, I can see serious academic research information, and the click-through rate is quite high, so I guess I just want to click in to see if it's true.

It was only when I saw a piece of information released yesterday that it really caught my attention: the female student who "committed suicide" in the ghost building has another hidden secret, and the murderer is still in school.