silent recording

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Wang Xiangyan was completely hiding at home that day, and asked the teacher for a leave of absence saying that he was not feeling well. Anyway, it is a university, and if he asks for a leave of absence, he can be approved.

Nothing is more important than life.

He stayed at home that day and was very panicked. He could only keep scrolling through the post bar and looking for ways to stop himself from being so nervous.

My heart was beating fast, and my throat became a little tight.Brushing the post with trembling hands.

His post already has many replies.

"It's the day Lou Lou said, I guess I'm going to play dead."

"I agree with the above. I don't understand why there are so many people who always create fake things to attract attention."

"Then why are you still here upstairs? Don't compare yourself when you are watching, just watch quietly."

"If Lou Lou is fine now, let me know, I'm really worried."

"The landlord didn't come to school today, don't ask me how I know, I'm his classmate. It is said that I have a cold."

"Do you want to hang like this!!!"

"My God, it can't be true!!!"

"Don't be surprised upstairs, okay? Isn't it common to have a cold? It's not clear whether it's a real cold or a fake one."

Wang Xiangyan couldn't calm down at all, and checked the time every ten seconds.

Can't wait to fast forward time.

Even with the music on, I can't calm down, I just feel more annoying.

I was restless, and finally stayed up until noon.

Mother Wang ran out of salt, so she said to Wang Xiangyan, "Xiaoyan, help mother go to the supermarket and buy a pack of salt."

Mama Wang handed it in twice before Wang Xiangyan came down.The limbs are a little weak.

"I dont go."

"Go buy it for mom, it's not far from the opposite side."

With that said, Ms. Wang took out all the money.

His family lives in the center of the city, and there is a supermarket on the opposite corner.

Normally, he would run errands for his mother absolutely without complaint, because his father divorced his mother since he was a child, and it was his mother who brought him up.

But this time, he couldn't go out, and he couldn't expose himself to the scythe of death.

"Mom, I have a headache, can I not go?" Wang Xiangyan tried to escape.

But Ms. Wang has long seen the difference in her son's recent, and now this answer is very abnormal. She usually doesn't let herself worry no matter what, and she doesn't say anything, but now she doesn't hesitate to say that she has a headache, even going out. less than.

Mother Wang was a little worried and said, "If you feel uncomfortable, go to the hospital with Mom."

"I don't want to go out." Wang Xiangyan was a little impatient now, why did his mother always have to go out by herself.If I don't know, is it because my mother was robbed and died helping others because she had to go out by herself?

"Good..." Mother Wang wanted to say something, but she was interrupted roughly by Wang Xiangyan: "Do you want me to die to be reconciled!"

As soon as the words came out, I regretted it. Looking at my mother's panicked look, my heart hurt, and then said: "I'm sorry, I will help you buy salt."

Leave like fleeing.

After he came out, he looked at the busy traffic and took a deep breath: "It's okay, it's okay, as long as I don't meddle in my own business, as long as I go home immediately after shopping, it will be fine."

As soon as he came out, the girl pointed it out to Gan Ye: "Look, it's coming out. The one with the nervous expression, the one who crossed the street in panic, the one wearing slippers."

Gan also looked in the direction, and saw the boy at a glance, because his surroundings felt a little gloomy. Is this a person who is about to die?

Ah'an and Anfei even flew over directly.

Then the two ghosts foolishly followed behind Wang Xiangyan.

Ah'an would still avoid pedestrians as before, a little silly, and Gan also couldn't help curling his lips while watching from above.

The girl noticed and raised her eyebrows and smiled, as if interested.

The author has something to say:

I won't show pictures. . . .indifferent

I didn't want to draw the cover, and I didn't know what pose to draw.Tangled. . . . . .