Reborn in 1974, crying with red eyes while hugging her rough husband

"If you say so, I am the same. Our village borders the town, and there are many people there who are younger than me, and their children are already old enough to play with children."

"I feel that after I graduate and work for two or three years, I will be ready to get married."

As the only one who is married, Shen Zhizhu gave some advice.

"We are luckier than most people now. We can learn a lot of knowledge, work in the place we like in the future, experience different lives, and meet different people. If possible, don't be too anxious to enter the next stage of life. You must make sure what you want."

Shen Zhizhu now feels that what she said might be considered preachy, but these are her truest feelings.

It doesn’t matter if you don’t understand now. Once you enter society and work hard for a few years, you will understand.

"Oh, let's not talk about these profound topics. Let's continue telling horror stories. Who's next?"

Lucky classmate, whose last name was Zheng, didn't want the atmosphere to become so heavy, so she took the initiative to change the subject.

"I come!"

Another classmate volunteered. Following Xiao Tang's habit, she also sat up, wrapped herself in a quilt like a silkworm pupa, and turned on the miner's lamp.

[Okay, okay, this is what is called inheritance, right? 】

Shen Zhizhu also became interested and looked forward to the next story to be told.

"Like Xiao Tang, there is no dramatic plot, and it is also purely fictional. Below, it will be described in the first person."

"Oh my god, the first-person description is so immersive."

Zheng Xingyun muttered a few words quietly, then moved slightly towards her classmate who was sleeping head to head with her. She was really scared.

"It happened on a quiet night. My parents went to help relatives, so I was alone at home. I was eating snacks and reading newspapers at home. Suddenly, I heard someone talking at the door."

"I thought it was my neighbor who had returned, so I didn't take it seriously and continued reading my book. But suddenly, I had a hunch that there was someone at the door of my room. The lights in the living room were off, and my room was the only one with the lights on. I was so scared that my hair stood on end. I was scared and nervous."

Not only her, but even the people who listened to her story felt extremely nervous because the first-person sense of immersion was so strong.

"I asked, but of course no one outside responded. I thought it might be a thief. I suppressed my fear and went downstairs to pick up some heavy things and blocked the door tightly. Then I fell asleep in fear."

"This was just one of them. It was the first time. I often had this feeling afterwards. Sometimes I was doing homework and it suddenly came to me. Sometimes I was reading a book. It was always the case that I was in a happy mood in the last second and was suddenly surrounded by fear in the next second."

Zheng Xingyun responded to every word she said, comfortingly.

“It’s really not easy for the protagonist in the story.”

"Later, I could not only feel it, but I could often hear voices. For example, I would feel someone walking back and forth at the door of my room in slippers and then suddenly stop. Or I could hear someone talking at the door, but it was intermittent and I could never make out what they were saying. I was quite brave at that time. Once, the feeling was very strong, right at the door of the room. I got angry and stood up and yanked the door open."

Everyone took a deep breath, waiting for the next story.

"But when I opened the door, I found nothing. Instead, my parents heard me open the door so hard and came out of the room. They asked me what happened. I told them the whole story, but they thought I heard it wrong. After we went back to our rooms, no one came out. They told me to stop reading and go to bed."

"Oh, this is too scary. You clearly felt that someone was outside, but your parents said that no one was there."

"Seeing that I insisted and was particularly scared, he searched all the places in the house where people could hide, and even turned the cup upside down to control the water. There was indeed no one there, so I was relieved and thought I was making a fuss out of nothing."

"But the next night, the feeling came back. I was brushing my teeth when I suddenly heard someone calling my name outside the side window. It was indeed the voice of someone I knew, calling my name. I subconsciously looked up, but it was pitch black, nothing there. My home is on the first floor, and outside the side window is a lawn. I didn't respond, probably because I was shouting "toothpaste" with my mouth, so I forgot to respond."

"After I came to my senses, I immediately rinsed my mouth clean, left the bathroom, went to my parents' room, told them what had just happened, and then I refused to go back to my room to sleep because I felt that the only way to be safe was to stay with my parents."

The story told by the second student did not have any ups and downs, and her tone was very calm, as if she was reading a composition without any highlights.

But it was precisely this tone of voice that made everyone feel scared, because they couldn't tell whether these were personal experiences or plots in a story. She was just narrating it in the first person.

Shen Zhizhu was also brought in, and she asked questions.

"And then, is the matter resolved?"

"After my parents heard what I said, their expressions became heavy. My father asked me to sleep on the bed with my mother, and he slept on the floor. The next day, he sent me to my grandmother's house and took me back after a few days. It's strange to say, but since then, I basically haven't heard any messy noises. In my parents' words, I was just too nervous about studying, and I'll be fine after I relax."

But is it really so? No matter whether it is true or false, now when they listen to it, they really feel scared.

The student who reacted most obviously was Zheng Xingyun. She went to her good friend's bed and slept in the same quilt with her.

"No, I'm scared. I want to sleep with you tonight. I can't refuse."

Her friend, who grew up with her, was well aware of Zheng Xingyun's courage and seemed to have seen such situations often, so she did not refuse.

"Okay, then you sleep on the left side."

After finishing this story, they thought it was better not to continue telling horror stories so late at night, so they talked about tomorrow's itinerary.