When I opened my eyes, it was a strange ceiling.

At a glance, this is not their home.

Subsequently, Zhao Cheng remembered that this was a homestay.

As for him Zhao Cheng, he is twenty-six years old this year, his mother is single, he has graduated for four years, and he is a social animal.

For more than 20 years, from elementary school to the present, Zhao Cheng recalled that there seemed to be a lot of girls he liked, but he didn't succeed, but if you think about it carefully, she actually simply likes good-looking, and it's normal if she doesn't succeed.

"Smack!"

Zhao Cheng patted his head, feeling a little weird.

Early in the morning, what do you want to do with such a profound thing?

The world is good now, boys and girls are sober and know what they want.

Then he picked up the mobile phone at the bedside, and he found that there was a message sent by a girl named Wang Yun.

Who is Wang Yun?!

Zhao Cheng just woke up, felt that his head was still a little confused, and he was stunned for more than ten seconds before he remembered that this was a colleague in his company.

As for the relationship, it is probably that the other party often says that he is a good person, but he is too poor, otherwise he will definitely be relied upon.

For Zhao Cheng, Wang Yun is a person who surpasses acquaintances, but he is not a friend.

As for what Wang Yun said that he was too poor, he had just graduated and entered the society, and there were a few people who were not poor, but the other party was different, and he was also a poor ghost.

Zhao Cheng also supports the other party's ideas, after all, he also occasionally fantasizes that there is such a rich Lori, who can see through his strong appearance and fragile heart and give him a warm home.

Everyone is the same, and no one laughs at anyone.

Of course, the most important thing is that Zhao Cheng has no idea of marrying her, and of course he supports it.

The weather was a little cold, Zhao Cheng took the phone, shrunk into the quilt, and then went to see the contents of the phone.

Zhao Cheng glanced at it and found that the other party was asking about mountain climbing.

He remembered that the reason why he was in the B&B was that a few days ago, he and a few college roommates made an appointment to climb the mountain together, and he said a word in front of Wang Yun at that time.

Zhao Cheng became more and more strange, his memory seemed to be getting worse and worse, could it be because there were more bandas?!

At the same time, thinking of climbing the mountain, Zhao Cheng inexplicably thought of avalanche......

Then, Zhao Chengcheng felt that he thought too much, after all, in this place, for hundreds of years, there has never been an avalanche, but he can't, when he comes, the snow will collapse, and he will wait for himself with the co-author.

If that were the case, he would die without regrets.

After replying casually, Zhao Cheng glanced at the time, did not continue to play with his mobile phone in the quilt, but got up quickly, washed up, and dressed neatly, and then went out.

As soon as he went out, he smelled a burst of fragrance, tea fragrance, mixed with the fragrance of wheat cakes, Zhao Cheng smelled it, and he was hungry.

At this time, it was not snowing outside, but there was a thick layer on the ground, and the yard was out, at this moment, under an old tree in the yard, a young man was sitting in front of the stove, drinking tea while roasting the fire, so uncomfortable.

In this way, if you apply for a job as a security guard, you will definitely have to take 30 years of detours.

Seeing this, Zhao Cheng was not polite, sat down opposite the other party, and then first picked up the wheat cake, took a big bite, poured himself a cup of hot tea, drank it, and felt a warmth in his stomach come up, and then said, "Lao Zhang, why do you get up so early?!"

The person opposite, surnamed Zhang, the original name is very strange, called Zhang Yi, a sense of Zhang San and Li Si, and after the other party became an adult, he added a Taoist character to his name, called Zhang Daoyi, and all of a sudden, he got rid of the fate of the dragon set.

As for how Zhao Cheng knew about this, it was because he was also at the scene when he changed his name, and he and another roommate named Wang Daoming were pressing each other.

"You may have misunderstood the word "early."

Zhang Daoyi poured himself a cup of tea and let out a long breath.

"It's less than ten o'clock, isn't it early?"

Zhao Cheng said while eating the cake, his voice was so vague that he was now confused Zhao Cheng said while eating the cake, Yan Shou was a little vague.

"By the way, what about the old king?!"

Zhao Cheng asked casually.

Among several of them, Wang Daoming is the most diligent, and he is the earliest one to get up every day, getting up early to practice boxing, and the family legend of Bajiquan.

After more than ten years of cold and summer, the stele cracked the stone, and of course Lingbo couldn't do it, but there was no problem in beating three or five ordinary people.

When I first went to college, a few people in the dormitory were very hot when they saw the legendary martial arts, but later found that practicing martial arts was too hard, even if they practiced for more than ten years, they couldn't fight one against a hundred, and it was difficult to get a job, so they gave up as a security captain at most.

In this regard, Wang Daoming complained, saying that they didn't want to practice martial arts, but wanted to cultivate immortals.

"Old Wang, Old King is dead."

"Have you forgotten?"

Zhang Daoyi said faintly.

？？？

!

Zhao Cheng was a little confused, yesterday he saw Lao Wang jumping around, now in the morning, you said he was dead, so early in the horror story, is this appropriate?!

And Zhang Daoyi didn't stop his horror story here, but continued: "Lao Zhao, do you know, you are also dying."

？？？

!

"How did Lao Wang die?"

Zhao Cheng asked tentatively, wanting to see what the other party was crazy about in the morning.

"Lao Wang committed suicide."

Zhang Daoyi said.

"What about me?!"

"You're suicidal too."

Zhao Cheng fell into deep thought.

What horror stories turn domestic supernatural.

"What about you?!"

"Don't tell me, you're going to hang up too."

Zhao Cheng complained.

"For your horror story, I will give three points at most, one point to dreams, one point to ideals, and one point, father's love."

Zhang Daoyi didn't speak, just took a sip of tea.

Then Zhao Cheng suddenly found that the world was quiet, and then, at an extremely fast speed, in the blink of an eye, it was dark, and only a little charcoal fire in the furnace released a little bit of light.

The dim red light reflected on Zhang Daoyi's face, adding a bit of weirdness.

"I see, I'm dreaming!"

"I said, after I woke up this morning, I suddenly felt that my memory was not good, and I kept forgetting things, I thought it was Bangado, but it turned out that this is the truth."

Zhao Cheng clapped his hands, I don't know why, he didn't panic at all, but he was thinking, next, is it a dream murder incident.

This has to be placed in Conan, how can it be enough to make a theatrical version.

"As for me, do I really exist?"

The darkness engulfed everything, except for the stove, and the last of the charcoal fires, releasing a little bit of light and heat.

But Zhao Cheng's consciousness gradually cleared up, and he remembered that he was investigating the knowledge barrier and completing the memories of the past.