I shuddered, but I didn't turn my head to the man right away, I stared warily at the self-proclaimed evergreen man.

He slowly turned his head to look.

I noticed that when he turned his head, it seemed that his neck would not turn, and his body and head turned together, and he stiffened. It's a chilling action.

I suddenly came back to my senses, and I felt that the laughter was very familiar, as if it was art and literature. I quickly turned my head to look at it, and then said to Chang Qing, "It's Yiwen." "

He turned his head stiffly: "Which Yiwen?" "

"You guys' TV station. You wait for me. I said as I stood up and walked over.

Sure enough, it was Yiwen, he was holding a very delicate mobile phone, and he was talking to someone.

I patted him on the shoulder.

He looked at me, nodded, and motioned for me to sit down.

I sat across from him and looked over his shoulder at the security guard.

He held the glass of water in both hands, and kept shaking his legs, as if he was very irritable.

After a while, Yiwen finally hung up the phone.

"You're here too?" I asked.

"I'm waiting for a friend. Who are you coming with? "

I lowered my voice and said, "The security guard ......."

He turned his head and looked, "Where is it?" "

I pointed behind his back, "There." "

By this time, the security guard had already stood up, he picked up the glass of ice water, and walked over slowly, looking exactly like on TV.

He walked up to Yiwen, gently put the glass of water on the table, looked straight at Yiwen and said, "Teacher, you drink water." "

Yiwen looked at him, then at me, and said, "Okay...... Thank you. "

Then, the security guard turned his eyes to me and said, "I'm leaving?" "

I said, "You, will you sit a little longer?" "

"No, I have to go back to sleep, I have to be on duty tomorrow."

"Oh, then you go back first, and we'll see you another day."

"Goodbye."

"Goodbye." I said it with Yiwen.

The security guard walked out.

When he went out, he glanced back at us, and Yiwen and I hurriedly looked away.

After he closed the door, Yiwen asked me, "What are you talking to him about?" "

"Didn't talk about anything."

Yiwen diverted the topic: "Now, the third issue of TV horror novels has been recorded. I've read so many of your horror novels about bugs, and I still think the first one is the best. "

"Do you like bugs?" I asked him out of the blue.

"Me?" Yiwen smiled: "I like it." "

"Why?"

"I like things that don't have bones. You say, birds, monkeys, fish, they look like that, you can see it on TV, in biology textbooks, it's too familiar. However, bugs are different, they look strange, they have everything, it's fun. "

"I didn't expect that."

"I also often try to get close to bugs."

"Then you'll have to look like bugs, or they'll scare away."

"You must love bugs, right? Otherwise, you wouldn't have written it. "

"No, no, no, I'm scared of that."

"What's there to be afraid of?"

"They have so many legs, they're as thick as hair, and they look disgusting."

"Actually, people are bugs upside down."

I was shocked by what he said.

Fourth Friday, midnight.

My wife was on a business trip, and I was the only one left at home. I locked all the doors, sat down in front of the TV, and turned it on.

The day finally stopped windy, and the moon outside was round, and the dew was heavy and the wind was light.

Today is my third story about bugs.

Yiwen sat in a field of grass, his face dark. The moon in the sky was crooked, scarlet, like a greedy eye.

Of course, this show was not filmed on location, but on stage, using props and lighting to create such an environment.

The story goes like this:

There is a monk who has a fixed heart and is dedicated to goodness, and he walks cautiously, for fear of stepping on a worm to death.

One night, while he was meditating and chanting, a black worm crawled out of the futon.

The bug was strange, its body was long, without a single hair, and it was shiny, with a strange light that flickered uneasily in the darkness. It seemed to be in some kind of extreme pain, and its body was writhing anxiously.

It shook its head and crawled onto the monk's body, scurrying around. It crawled over the hands and feet of the monk, over the neck of the monk, and over the face of the monk......

The monk remained motionless and continued to remain in meditation.

Eventually, the worm crawled almost all over the monk's body, and finally, it crawled down and walked away with its head and tail.

After a few moments, the monk began to writhe, uneasy. All the places where the insects crawled were itching, and the routes that the insects had traveled were woven into a web on him.

He jumped up and scratched in pain, but he became more and more uncomfortable, and at last he tore his robe and scratched his whole body bloody......

He was sent down the mountain and hospitalized, but there was no doctor who could cure him.

The monk was hysterical, like the black shining worm, he was full of anxiety, shook his head and tail, and ran through the barren mountains. He looked for the bug with red eyes.

Finally, he found one next to a rock, and he swooped down, grabbed it in his hand, and bit it off with one bite, and chewed it in large gulps......

A worm changes the Buddha nature of a monk.

Unexpectedly, after a while, the itch on his body gradually disappeared and returned to his previous appearance.

This is a pest. It hides anywhere in the night.

Today, Yiwen told it well, and he told the story bloodily.