What kind of experience is it to be teased by a ghost + extra episode

"Tch, don't tell me if you don't want to, and keep it from me."

"No..." Luo Jiang swallowed, feeling as if she had forgotten something important, "I really can't remember."

Luo Jiang tried hard to recall, but it seemed that there was a film covering her brain. The film was getting thicker and thicker, and Luo Jiang's memories were getting farther and farther away.

"I must have forgotten something, I'll have to think about it."

Seeing Luo Jiang's expression was wrong, Wei Linqiang stepped forward to comfort Luo Jiang, "If you can't remember it, don't think about it, it's over anyway."

"No." Luo Jiang instinctively pushed Wei Linqiang away, "This is very important to me."

There was a voice in her heart telling her that she had to think about it.

Wei Linqiang pulled Luo Jiang back with a serious face, "Jiang Jiang, you've come out, it doesn't matter what happens, you wash up first, we'll go out to eat."

Looking at Wei Linqiang's serious expression, Luo Jiang reluctantly nodded her head. She stared at the empty wall, thinking, is it really over?

Luo Jiang ate this meal absent-mindedly. She only remembered that she was dragged into the restaurant by Wei Linqiang in a daze, and stuffed her mouthful of food indiscriminately. When she returned home, she didn't pay attention to what Wei Linqiang was talking about. .

"Hey, you didn't listen to me, did you? Well, you should go to bed earlier."

After Yaya left, another room became vacant, and Luo Jiang also arranged that room. Wei Linqiang didn't have to squeeze a bed with her long ago, but she suddenly had an urge to want her to stay, but The words came to his lips, but he still didn't say them in the end.

"What's wrong?" Wei Linqiang asked.

"It's okay. Can you... read me a poem."

This method works best for Luo Jiang when she is upset.

Wei Linqiang showed a complicated expression, with some displeasure and a flash of resentment. When Luo Jiang was puzzled and thought that the other party would reject her, she agreed with a smile.

"There is a rustling east wind and light rain, and there is light thunder outside Furong Pond.

The golden toad bites the lock to burn the incense, and the jade tiger pulls the silk back.

Jia's glimpse of the curtain Han Jushao, Mi Concubine stayed with Wei Wangcai.

In the heart of spring, there will be no flowers competing for hair, every inch of lovesickness and every inch of gray. "

Luo Jiang raised her eyelids, a little surprised, "Why did you read such a bitter poem, don't you hate these the most?"

Luo Jiang likes poetry. On the one hand, she was influenced by her grandma. On the other hand, it is purely from an artistic point of view. After all, she was not good at communicating with people back then, and poetry is a magical thing. Reading poetry made her feel her own soul She can reach the depths of another person's heart, but Wei Linqiang is not. She has no romantic emotions in her bones. Luo Jiang asked Wei Linqiang to read poems a few times. It was the first time Lin Qiang read this kind of sad sentence.

Wei Linqiang shrugged and raised the book in her hand, "I read this one when I saw it."

Luo Jiang couldn't help teasing, "Those who didn't know thought you fell in love with someone."

Wei Linqiang stared at Luo Jiang, and answered pointedly, "Who knows."

"No way, there's no sign, and I don't see anyone you care about." Luo Jiang's voice was dry.

The person Wei Linqiang contacts the most is Jinwei, Xue Yi, Jinwei has a boyfriend now, after Xue Yi and Zhou Shi broke up, the two have been in constant contact, no, is Wei Linqiang straight or curvy? ?Luo Jiang doesn't seem to have the impression that Wei Linqiang is crazy about the opposite sex.

First use the method of elimination, it must not be Xue Yi and Jin Wei.

Seeing Luo Jiang being so serious, Wei Linqiang rolled her eyes with a smile, "I'm just kidding you."

Luo Jiang secretly breathed a sigh of relief, "It's getting late, let's rest."

Looking at the closed door, Luo Jiang felt a little regretful.

That night, Luo Jiang had another dream. This time the dream was different from the previous ones. The dream was pitch black. She was walking barefoot in the darkness to her destination. After walking for an unknown amount of time, she suddenly heard A voice, very far away and very familiar, floated in her ears, but she couldn't hear it clearly. The owner of the voice was anxious, as if he was going to tell her something terrible.

Such emotions also infected Luo Jiang. She ran towards the source of the sound anxiously, but she didn't hear what the other party wanted to say after running for a long time. In the end, she was really tired and out of breath.

"Who are you?!"

She roared into the air.

The voice suddenly disappeared, and everything was quiet again.

"Crimson?"

Luo Jiang opened her eyes and saw the ceiling of her own house without accident.

The cinnabar mole on her chest glowed faintly, and then disappeared quickly.

"Wei Linqiang?" Luo Jiang opened her eyes with a headache, "What's wrong with me?"

Wei Linqiang looked at Luo Jiang worriedly, "You're having a nightmare."

"Nightmare?" Luo Jiang tried hard to recall her dream. Although she couldn't remember what dream she had, she didn't feel the palpitation after the nightmare.

"Bring me a glass of water."

Wei Linqiang stood up and poured Luo Jiang a glass of water.

Luo Jiang forced a few sips, feeling irritated by the strangeness of the past two days and the disharmony in her heart.

"As expected, you still haven't slowed down." Wei Linqiang wiped Luo Jiang's sweat.

Not knowing if it was because of the dream, Luo Jiang avoided it.

Wei Linqiang was embarrassed and surprised.

"I'm sorry, maybe I really had a nightmare, you go out for a while, and I will come out after I get dressed."