The blood was glaring, and it was grotesque, with a fishy smell, and it slowly slipped sticky off the man's jacket, snapped, and fell to the ground.

The sound stimulated Zhuang Baoli's nerves, and he felt a headache and dizziness.

He tried to dodge, but he couldn't control his body, and could only watch as more and more blood oozed from the man's body, and a puddle of red mud accumulated under the man's feet.

The subway has not started for a long time.

Zhuang Baoli did not wake up from the nightmare either.

He saw the blood spill into the subway car.

Fortunately, there is a gap between the subway train and the platform. The blood fell like a waterfall into the crevices, and did not go directly into the carriage.

But this is only temporary.

How much blood does a person have? It is impossible to fill the subway tracks anyway.

But the man seemed to have endless blood.

The blood filled the tracks and gradually rose, burrowing through the cracks in the subway doors and into the carriages.

Zhuang Baoli was frightened to the extreme, but he still did not wake up from the nightmare.

Blood flowed to his feet, wetting his shoes, socks, and trouser legs.

He could feel the warmth of his blood. It was blood that had just come out of a person's body, with the body temperature of the same kind, and the smell of the same kind.

The smell of fish, like dead fish, like food forgotten in the refrigerator, and like stinky water coming out of a sewer during a rainstorm.

Zhuang Baoli remembered many unpleasant experiences in the past.

The nightmare at this moment is like a collection of all the bad memories in your life.

He feels fear, fear, not because of how scary the nightmare itself is, not because of the imagination of the unknown, but because of the memory.

He wants memories to forget......

The blood continued to rise, covering Zhuang Baoli's calves and knees.

The feeling is strange and familiar.

Zhuang Baoli remembered when he was a child.

He was born and raised in a small southern town. Every year, typhoons, rainstorms, and floods always come as scheduled, and the summer in my memory always has the experience of going home with water, year after year, from ignorance in the arms of parents, to irritability, to habit...... Soaking wet shoes and socks covered their feet, and garbage ran down the water and hit their calves.

Walking in the water sounds romantic and cozy, but it is actually embarrassing.

After all, he didn't play in a mountain stream, but waded home in the torrential rain like a chicken in soup.

Therefore, when he was going to university, he secretly went against his father's wishes, chose a school in another place, and moved to this central city after work. Since then, there have been fewer unpleasant experiences with rain.

Now, in this nightmare, he seems to have returned to that embarrassing childhood and adolescence.

The fear in his heart also rose.

Zhuang Baoli seemed to hear the sound of rain in his ears, but he quickly recognized that it was not the sound of rain, not the torrential rain that always accompanied the pond in his memory, but the crackling of sparks opposite the water.

He came back to his senses and looked at the platform.

The man didn't know when it burned.

His countenance was distorted in the flames, and the blood that flowed out of it was also burned and evaporated, leaving only a dark brown mark on the ground.

He stepped forward with his own blood, and with his wet, blackened footprints, rushed to the door of the carriage.

Syllable!

The flaming hands pressed against the glass of the carriage door, leaving two clear black palm prints on it.

The man's face was also pressed against the car door, his eyes widened, and he glared at Zhuang Baoli with hatred and ferocity.

Zhuang Baoli was startled, and his feet subconsciously retreated, feeling the resistance of the blood, and he tripped over something and fell.

He fell into a sea of blood all at once.

He panicked, fluttering in a sea of blood that was only knee-high as his own, waving his limbs like a drowning man, who only knew how to struggle, but did not know how to save himself.

He knows how to swim.

But he hated water.

He hated the feeling of getting soaked.

He once had a high fever overnight, a lung infection, and a serious illness. In retrospect, I should have gotten sick because of the rain and cold. He was terrified to even take a shower after that. His father, who was strict by nature, was very dissatisfied with his son's behavior, and forced him to overcome this fear by forceful means.

He is not afraid of water now.

I still hate it......

Just hate......

Zhuang Baoli forgot about men and nightmares for a while, but struggled, and finally stood up from the sea of blood.

He clung to the railing and clinged to the cold metal.

The hair was wet against his forehead, and beads of blood were rolling down his hair.

Zhuang Baoli coughed several times and raised his head in confusion.

The man was still leaning against the car door, staring at him.

He had been burned to charcoal, and he couldn't see his face, only a pair of eyes, black and white, which were particularly weird.

There seemed to be confusion and anger in his eyes.

Zhuang Baoli couldn't understand it.

"Husband!"

A woman's worried cry woke Zhuang Baoli up.

Zhuang Baoli sat up sharply.

It took a long time for the eyes to adjust to the darkness.

Zhuang Baoli felt something fall on the back of his hand. His body shook, and it took him a moment to realize that it was sweat from his head.

Smack!

The bedside lamp is turned on.

Zhuang Baoli squinted his eyes, turned his head, and saw Luo Lanjun.

"You're having nightmares again?" Luo Lanjun asked.

Zhuang Baoli wiped the sweat from his forehead, "Hmm...... Woke you up? ”

"You've been coughing, I've been coughing when you're sick." Luo Lanjun patted him on the back, "It's not uncomfortable, is it?" ”

Zhuang Baoli shook his head, "I just had a nightmare." ”

Probably when I was flooded in a nightmare, I instinctively coughed......

Zhuang Baoli thought so, feeling that his throat was a little uncomfortable. He cleared his throat.

"Have you been too tired lately? When you get tired, your tonsils become inflamed. Luo Lanjun said, "Pour some water for you to drink." ”

She got out of bed and went outside to the living room.

Zhuang Baoli listened to her squirming movements, and his mood gradually calmed down.

Is it possible......

He touched his back and looked at where he had just been lying.

There was a vague silhouette of a human figure, soaked in sweat.

Zhuang Baoli wiped the sweat oozing from his forehead again.

"It's weird. It's going to be autumn, and it's still so hot......" Zhuang Baoli said, looking for the remote control of the air conditioner.

Luo Lanjun came back with water, "The weather has not been right in the past few years. You also don't want to turn the temperature too low. She handed the water to Zhuang Baoli, closed the window again, turned around and said, "It's hot outside." I'm going to see Xiaxia. ”

Luo Lanjun walked out again.

Zhuang Baoli turned on the air conditioner, drank half a glass of water, and felt much more comfortable.

He simply got out of bed and changed out of his soaked clothes.

As he changed his clothes, he wondered, could it be that the things that were wrong these days were because of that cruise? Maybe he's still afraid of water......

Luo Lanjun came back again, "I also turned on the air conditioner for Xiaxia." She was also sweating hot, but she didn't wake up. Both of you father and daughter are afraid of heat. ”

"Hmm. She didn't have nightmares? Zhuang Baoli asked.

"Probably not. I slept soundly. Luo Lanjun lay back on the bed and covered himself with a thin quilt. She is afraid of cold and not afraid of heat, which is the opposite of father and daughter.

Zhuang Baoli also lay down and exhaled.

"Go to sleep." Luo Lanjun said.

"Hmm...... Alas......" Zhuang Baoli muttered.

Luo Lanjun ignored it.

Zhuang Baoli turned over, "That Xiao Ming, still often contact Xiaxia?" ”

After thinking about it, Zhuang Baoli felt that the problem was still with the little ghost.

"I don't know. I don't have to contact you very often. I heard Xiao Ming's mother say that he is going to take the exam next, and he shouldn't have time to play with his mobile phone. Roland replied with a vague snort.

"Are you still in touch with Xiao Ming's mother?"

"Hmm."

Zhuang Baoli turned over again.

"I don't think two kids are anything. She has a better relationship with Xia Menghui. Luo Lanjun said with his eyes closed.

"It's all girls. And before she met Xiao Ming, she didn't do this. ”

He hadn't done that before he met the little ghost. Zhuang Baoli was a little depressed. Good

"This may not be ......"

"What's the point?" Zhuang Baoli suddenly became nervous, turned over again, and pushed Luo Lanjun.

Luo Lanjun also turned over and opened his eyes impatiently, "Today's children can't tell." Thinking about it is a play. ”

Zhuang Baoli agreed.

He thought for a while, and then suddenly said, "I'll send her to school tomorrow morning, and I'll see ...... then."

Luo Lanjun was puzzled, "What are you looking at?" ”

"Just look...... Didn't she make an appointment with Xia Menghui every morning? Zhuang Baoli said, "Just a few steps, and I have to make an appointment to enter the school gate together." He muttered.

Luo Lanjun sighed, "You...... Whatever you want......" She turned her back to indicate that she was going to sleep.

Zhuang Baoli didn't speak again, just kept his eyes open for a long time before falling asleep in a daze.

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Li Yun arrived in the city where the "sunset and remnant snow" lived one night earlier.

He wandered the streets of this strange city, and saw some taxis on the way, but he didn't feel anything unusual.

He made an appointment with "Sunset Remnant Snow" to send her to school the next morning, and the two met at the bus stop, but when they went out the next day, the other party sent a WeChat message, saying that their father was going to send her to school, and it was inconvenient to meet.

Li Yun looked at the news full of anxiety, and only felt strange in his heart.

He had thought that this little girl hadn't mentioned him to his family, but this sneaky atmosphere ......

Li Yun put away his phone and went to the bus stop.

He arrived at the station early, and after waiting for about half an hour, he saw a father and daughter coming over.

The facial features of the father and daughter are extremely similar, and the gait and tone of walking are also somewhat similar. The little girl who walked in front was full of unhappiness, frowning, clutching the strap of her schoolbag with both hands, and the broken hair on her forehead fell down, which she swept away impatiently and rudely. Because of her movements, the pendants on her schoolbag collided with each other, making a messy sound. The middle-aged man was half a step behind her, his face was serious, and he was angry, carrying a simple cross-body leather bag, and he was not old-fashioned, but the Sichuan character lines and nasolabial folds on his face showed his stereotypical character.

Li Yun didn't need to think about it, he felt the little girl's emotions.

Her eyes were a little red, but she hadn't just cried. It was only when I quarreled with my father just now that I was emotional, and my face turned red. Because she yelled so loudly just now, her throat still hurts. I don't regret it. It's just a bit of a shame. Not only to refuse to meet Li Yun and lose face, but also because he ran into a neighbor he knew when he went out, he was stared at by the other party for a while.

The neighbors must have heard her arguing with her father.

Zhuang Xuexia thought about this matter over and over again, but felt that Zhuang Baoli's stubbornness and prejudice were really annoying.

Xiao Ming's father was humorous and took Xiao Ming to play all kinds of interesting things. Huihui's father is also very open-minded, Huihui can talk to him about anything, and he will not scold Huihui.

The more Zhuang Xuexia thought about it, the more she disliked Zhuang Baoli.

She stood on the bus platform without saying a word, without looking at Zhuang Baoli, as if Zhuang Baoli did not exist.

Compared with Zhuang Xuexia's emotions that were almost completely revealed on her face, Zhuang Baoli's emotions were deeper.

Li Yun's mind moved, and he sensed Zhuang Baoli's heart, but he was not surprised.

Zhuang Baoli is an ordinary father, worried about his daughter, and being confronted by his daughter, angry and sad.

He tried his best to calm his emotions, softened his tone, and asked Zhuang Xuexia: "Is the schoolbag heavy?" ”

Zhuang Xuexia ignored it. She felt that Zhuang Baoli was talking nonsense. Her schoolbag is so big, can it not be heavy?

Zhuang Baoli said again: "I'll help you carry it." ”

He stretched out his hand and was dodged by Zhuang Xuexia.

Zhuang Xuexia showed disgust. She is not a child, and she has to carry her father's school bag. And she, a student, is full of enthusiasm and has a schoolbag with a bunch of small objects hanging on her back for Zhuang Baoli to carry, how funny it is! When the time comes, you'll be stared at again!

Zhuang Baoli had no choice but to withdraw his hand.

He glanced at the prompt on the platform, and was speechless: "It will take ten minutes." ”

Zhuang Xuexia still didn't answer, lowered her head, staring at her toes, as if the mesh pattern on her sneakers was an interesting maze game that could keep her entertained for a long time.

Zhuang Baoli was embarrassed and stopped talking.

He raised his hand to look at his watch, then lowered it, and then looked at the bus arrival prompt. Her eyes fell on the back of Zhuang Xuexia's head at him.

So resistant to accompanying myself to school...... Zhuang Baoli frowned and thought about it. The last time she was sent to school, she didn't react so much. And Xia Menghui was very surprised to see them, except for a dry hello, she didn't speak again, and only cared about secretly making eye contact with Zhuang Xuexia.

Huihui, that little girl wasn't like that before. When he was in elementary school, he also took two people on a safari. When the tourists saw him, they thought he had two daughters.

Speaking of which, Huihui hasn't come to their house to play in a while. In the past, the two little girls often visited each other's doors and slept in each other's houses.

The more Zhuang Baoli thought about it, the more bored he became.

He remembered what Luo Lanjun said when he went out again.

Luo Lanjun was very embarrassed in the face of the quarrel between the father and daughter. Zhuang Xuexia refused to listen to her persuasion, and Zhuang Baoli was also angry and couldn't listen to her. She could only pull Zhuang Baoli when they went out together angrily and asked him not to compete with Zhuang Xuexia.

What is he fighting with his daughter? He's worried about her!

But Luo Lanjun also has a point. Adolescent children can only follow their hair, otherwise this rebellious temper will come up, it is nothing, in order to go against their parents, there is something to ......

Zhuang Baoli struggled to suppress his emotions.

The bus is coming.

Zhuang Xuexia still didn't look at Zhuang Baoli and lined up to get on the bus.

Zhuang Baoli shouted, "Dad will send you to the car, and you can go to school by yourself." ”

Zhuang Xuexia looked at Zhuang Baoli for the first time, opened her mouth in surprise, and looked at Zhuang Baoli vigilantly.

When Zhuang Baoli saw her like this, he was angry and funny.

"I'm worried about you. Didn't you keep saying you had nightmares before...... Okay, okay, the car is about to go, you can get on it. Don't be late. If you're going to be late again, I'll escort you to school every day. Zhuang Baoli pretended to make a gesture and pushed Zhuang Xuexia.

Zhuang Xuexia didn't have time to think about it, so she got into the car first.

Li Yun also followed.

Zhuang Xuexia absentmindedly swiped her phone, found a vacant seat to stand, and looked out the window.

Zhuang Baoli waved at her at the station and did not get on the train.

The bus starts.

Zhuang Baoli also retracted his gaze. He looked at the back of the bus, as if he had seen something, and his expression changed slightly.

Li Yun was originally paying attention to Zhuang Xuexia. He suddenly felt something strange and looked at the back of the bus.

A taxi stopped there at some point.

The car pulled over, but the passenger in the passenger seat did not get out.

Zhuang Baoli raised his feet in a bit of a trance and walked towards the taxi.