It is said that a companion is like a tiger, and he can maximize the benefits by his side.

But there is a huge risk that the relationship could collapse at any time.

In the evening, Song Wanyue did not go to the library again, but snuggled up on the sofa in the living room and watched TV.

Aunt Qin hooked a sweater next to her.

She said that winter is coming soon, and the winter in Beicheng cannot be compared with Shanghai.

"In previous years, I froze to death homeless people, and when I was found, the bodies were frozen and frozen."

Song Wanyue seemed to be listening to some terrifying supernatural story: "Frozen? ”

Aunt Qin nodded, and when she saw that half of her face was hiding behind the pillow, she only dared to show a pair of eyes, and she felt funny for a while.

She reassured: "I've only heard that someone may have made up the urban rumors." ”

Xiaohuan took over the conversation: "It's not a rumor, it's true." ”

She helped Aunt Qin on the side, wrapped the wool in her hand, and told Song Wanyue mysteriously: "We have frozen to death in our hometown, and then every year when the temperature gets low, we can hear the sound of walking outside." My mom said it was the people who froze to death who were going from house to house begging for clothes and food. ”

Song Wanyue was most afraid of this kind of ghost in her life.

I was stunned for a moment, and silently retracted my feet into the blanket.

That little face was pale, and there was not a trace of blood in sight.

Xiaohuan is not very old, two years younger than Song Wanyue. Seeing that someone was frightened by himself, he was actually quite proud: "Hasn't it suddenly cooled down recently, maybe you can hear it at night." ”

Aunt Qin stretched out her hand to hit her: "Okay, don't scare Wanwan." ”

Song Wanyue's smile stiffened when she was frightened, and she was still stiff in her dead mouth: "It's okay, I'm bold, I'm not afraid of this." ”

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Xiaohuan and Aunt Qin's room was on the first floor, Duan Baiting was not at home these days, and only Song Wanyue lived on the second floor.

After dark, it is extremely quiet.

The house covers an area of more than 5,000 square meters, and you can see the artificial lake behind it as far as the eye can see.

Song Wanyue felt like a repeater in her mind, repeating Xiaohuan's words in the afternoon.

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She comforted herself in her heart that there were no ghosts in the world, no ghosts.

But in the silence of the darkness, she could clearly hear the sound of footsteps.

From far to near, and finally stopped precisely outside her door.

She closed her eyes in resignation.

Did those ghosts install a positioning system, the house is so big, and they can still find her place accurately.

The heart had already contracted to a state of paralysis, and Song Wanyue couldn't wait to hit her head against the wall and pass out.

The best time to wake up is at noon the next day.

She folded her hands and prayed that the door would not be pushed open.

The whole person curled up in the quilt and wielded.

Duan Baiting opened the door and came in, and saw such a scene.

The bed curled up in a hill-like arc and shrunk beside the bed, and the corners of the nightdress could be faintly seen.

Like an earthquake, the "mountain" trembled terribly.

Duan Baiting frowned slightly, and turned on the light casually.

When he walked to the bedside, he faintly heard a restrained cry coming from inside.

His brow furrowed even deeper.

The culprit didn't know that it was because of him that Song Wanyue was afraid of being like this.

"Song Wanyue."

He called out her name, trying to see if she was okay now.

But the man in the quilt screamed: "Ah! There are clothes in the closet, there is food in the kitchen, don't come to me, don't come to me!! ”

Duan Baiting went directly, lifted the quilt, and fished the person out of bed.

Song Wanyue's face was pale, her body was wet, and her silk pajamas were attached to her body.

It's as if it's not wearing anything.

She struggled desperately in Duan Baiting's arms: "Ah!!! ”

Duan Baiting's eyes were gloomy, restrained her writhing body, pinched her face with one hand, and made her look at herself: "See who I am." ”

Song Wanyue slowly calmed down.

The room is a floating roof and has no main light design.

At this moment, it was as if she was shrouded in bright light, and she could see that it was a person, not a ghost, who was holding her.

And that person is still her husband.

Duan Baiting held back his inner anxiety: "What's wrong?" ”

Song Wanyue shook her head, and the moment she saw him, she seemed to have found a backer and a savior.

The fear of the rest of her life made her hold him and start crying.

The long, silky hair of the past was now soaked in cold sweat, and a few strands stuck to the face. The pale face caused by excessive fear, and the eyelashes still have teardrops.

Under the silk skirt, the figure is concave and convex, but it is also slender.

At this time, she was held in Duan Baiting's arms, her head resting on his shoulder, and the trembling aftershocks had not yet passed.

The fragile feeling of brokenness around the body is completely different from the freshness of the past.

Duan Baiting didn't know anything about the cause of the incident.

This is also the reason for his anxiety.

What happened to her, what she encountered, and why was she scared like this.

He could only comfort her first, and only after she was emotionally stable did he ask the reason.

After listening, he fell silent.

Song Wanyue sobbed: "You...... Are you ...... Laughing at me in your heart? ”

"Nope."

Song Wanyue didn't believe it: "Then why don't you speak." ”

He carried her with one hand without any difficulty, and walked to her cloakroom and asked her to pick one among the cupboards full of pajamas.

"I was just thinking, you should take a shower first."

The tone of his explanation was so flat, so convincing that it was convincing.

She really needs to take a shower first.

Because of the shock and fear, the whole body seems to be soaked in water.

Even Duan Baiting's shirt was wet by her.

Such a person who has a habit of cleanliness does not say anything at the moment.

Song Wanyue hugged his neck and apologized to him angrily.

She didn't choose it himself, so he picked up one for her.

Turning back and walking to the bathroom, hearing her apology, he casually asked, "What do you apologize to me?" ”

Her voice was angry: "Got your clothes dirty." ”

I don't see her so polite on weekdays, but today is abnormal.

Out of her sight, the corners of his lips curled in an inconspicuous arc.

"Hmm."

Song Wanyue felt ashamed, so she simply didn't say a word. Let him carry himself to the bathroom.

Duan Baiting sensed that something was wrong: "Still afraid? ”

"Nope." Not wanting to continue the conversation, she leaned on his shoulder, "You're going to laugh at me?" ”

He replied ambiguously: "Probably not." ”

What is called probably not.

Her eyes immediately turned red, and she left his shoulder with a "rub".

Face to face with him.

It's like being greatly wronged.

Biting her lip, she held back her tears to keep it from falling.

He was indeed a little abnormal today, and he was so naïve that he deliberately teased her.

"Everyone has something to be afraid of, and that's normal." He wiped away her tears, "There's nothing to be ashamed of. ”

Although his tone of voice was not gentle, it was rare to be so patient to explain to her.

Song Wanyue's heart also felt a little better: "You said that everyone has something to be afraid of, do you have it too?" ”

Duan Baiting thought about it very seriously, but unfortunately, he didn't seem to have it.

The little girl is especially difficult to serve when she is frightened, and her emotions fluctuate violently, like a tidal wave.

A sentence that didn't suit her mind and she started crying again.

Duan Baiting sighed softly and wiped away her tears again: "I didn't have it before, but now I have." ”

She sniffed and held back tears: "What is it?" ”

The fan-shaped peach blossom eyes were full of tears, and they looked at him closely.