The male partner who never gives up treatment

The hot summer is hot, and the hot sun hangs high in the sky, showing its power in all directions. The asphalt road is almost softened by the sun, and the willow trees beside the road are also drooping, seemingly lifeless.

"Student Song Qingzhou, please wait a moment!" A girl in a white dress suddenly emerged from behind the sycamore tree. A stack of colorful paper was pinched between her white fingers, and there were still a few spots on her delicate and small face. His hair was flushed red, and he walked a few steps quickly, just blocking Song Qingzhou's way.

Song Qingzhou looked up at her, and asked, "Are you okay?" The voice was like spring water in the cold winter months, clear and cold, and contained a sense of alienation that refused to be thousands of miles away.

Looking at the tall and handsome young man in front of her, Lin Yimiao, who has always been eloquent and eloquent, couldn't speak, and the tips of her ears were stained with rouge for some reason. With long hair on the side of the ear, she pursed her lips and said with a delicate smile: "It's like this. Our club plans to hold an exchange event this weekend. The venue is at Yuping Mountain on the outskirts of the city. I wonder if Qing Zhou is interested in participating?"

After she finished speaking, she quickly pulled out a leaflet and handed it to Song Qingzhou, motioning him to take a closer look.

Hearing this, Song Qingzhou was a little surprised. He knew that because of his unpleasant personality, students in the literature department often isolate themselves intentionally or unintentionally. Generally, no one will notify him of such group activities, but Song Qingzhou himself doesn't care. That's it.

Lin Yimiao was originally a well-deserved flower in the Department of Foreign Languages. She is not only good-looking, but also very smart. Coupled with her good family background, Lin Yimiao is easily sought after by everyone. No matter where she goes, there are always people competing for flattery. please.

What is surprising is that Lin Yimiao, the proud girl of heaven, has fallen in love with Song Qingzhou for some reason. Regardless of his iceberg-like aura and unchanged face from previous years, he looks for opportunities to come up to him from across the mountain, and puts his past restraint and arrogance into consideration. They forgot everything completely, which made many nerds who regard Lin Yimiao as a goddess want to die, and even a few couldn't bear to provoke Song Qingzhou frequently.

However, although Lin Yimiao's offensive was fierce enough, even though it was a woman chasing a man, Song Qingzhou did not respond from the beginning to the end. He was in pieces.

As for the so-called "cultural weekend tour", it was just Lin Yimiao's method to get close to Song Qingzhou. After all, everyone knows that the high-cold male god of the Department of Literature has no love for anything in his life, except for the Dayong Dynasty. Deep, often stay in the library to read history books.

Although Song Qingzhou's temper was a little colder, he was not stupid. In a blink of an eye, he realized that Lin Yimiao was a drunkard who didn't want to drink too much. Unfortunately, he didn't want to get too entangled with the other party. He was about to say no, but he glanced at the publicity There is a picture on the page, and the strides that have been taken are taken back again, "What is this place?"

Seeing this, Lin Yimiao was delighted, and said briskly: "Ah, this is the lonely house. Qing Zhou must have heard the legend about the haunted house. It's ridiculous when you think about it. What kind of society is it now? There are still people who believe this, we discussed that since we are going to play, we should simply prepare more items, go to the lonely house after coming down from Yuping Mountain, and stay there for one night, it will be regarded as a big adventure..."

Song Qingzhou's expression was in a daze, and he could only hear the word "solitary house", but he completely ignored everything else Lin Yimiao said.

Lin Yimiao observed his words and felt that he couldn't miss this good opportunity, so he quickly added fire, frowned and pretended to be in trouble, and lamented: "It's just that so far, most of the applicants are girls. If there are no boys to accompany you, I don't know if they will be afraid..."

These words were meant to deceive Song Qingzhou, not to mention anything else, just for the name of Lin Yimiao, I don't know how many people rushed to participate.

Song Qingzhou was a little absent-minded at this moment, and could only see Lin Yimiao opening and closing his mouth, muttering something in a low voice, as annoying as a fly, couldn't help frowning, and walked away with the leaflet.

Although he didn't say whether he would answer or not, but at eight o'clock in the morning on Saturday morning, Song Qingzhou arrived at the school gate on time to assemble. Lin Yimiao dragged him to sit on the chair at the front of the bus, looking for topics from time to time, trying to get closer The relationship between the two, but Song Qingzhou was like a rock, stubborn and recalcitrant, and he only said three or four sentences all day, and he was so silent.

Although Yuping Mountain is not a famous tourist attraction, it looks unique because of the lack of traces of human development. In addition, the mountain is gentle and the scenery is beautiful. From time to time, you can see a few severely weathered stone tablets in the stone walls of the mountain stream. , It was a worthwhile trip to encounter several pavilions that were almost collapsed.

During the break, a girl with short hair and some heroic features asked, "Hey, do you find it strange that there are so many steles on Yuping Mountain? It's a pity that the words on them have been corroded, otherwise Then you’ll know who it’s for.”

The boy sitting on the boulder raised his head, adjusted his glasses first, and then slowly said in the tone of an old pedant giving a lecture: "Actually, it's not completely untraceable, I remember it was mentioned in the book The Xuandu Temple in the Dayong period was built on this Yuping Mountain. After hundreds of years of ups and downs, it collected countless Taoist magic weapons. But later, when Kowloon seized the throne, it did not hinder the eyes of any candidate. The majestic royal Taoist temple was burned. It is said that The fire burned for two days, and even the residents near Yuping Mountain were almost affected..."

"No, it's not two days..." Song Qingzhou stared blankly at a crooked stone tablet not far away, and murmured, "It's three days and three nights."

Lin Yimiao was curious: "Qingzhou, what are you talking about?" Even the title was quietly changed to a more intimate one.

Song Qingzhou returned to his senses, remained silent for a moment, lowered his eyes and said in a low voice: "It's nothing."

Night fell slowly, everyone came down from Yuping Mountain, they were all tired and hungry, talking and laughing gradually lessened, they just wanted to go to the lonely house quickly, set up tents there, and have a full meal. Have the mind to think about the stories that have been passed down as miraculous.

More than a dozen men and women gathered together, divided labor and cooperated, and it didn't take long to light a bonfire, cook instant noodles, and then set up tools to barbecue.

There was a clever boy from the foreign language department, quickly brushed the grilled chicken wings with seasonings, and ran to Lin Yimiao to show his hospitality, but the dream lover he was thinking of had a sad look on his face, looking around irritably, and kept talking. He complained: "Where did Qingzhou go, he was still here just now..."

I heard that it was Song Qingzhou who disappeared. At the beginning, everyone didn't pay much attention to it. They thought about where he probably hid in a corner to solve major life issues. Boys, it's not like girls go to the bathroom hand in hand, but As time went by, everyone gradually realized that something was wrong and began to panic.

The cold wind was blowing, and the timid girls huddled together, shivering with fright, and said with white cheeks: "Couldn't those stories be all true?"

It's okay if she doesn't say anything, but after she finished speaking, everyone couldn't help thinking about the rumors they heard from the seven aunts and eight aunts. Emotions are contagious. In such a weird atmosphere, everyone couldn't help but regret it. After entering this solitary house, he really did a good job.

At this time, on the contrary, the frail and scholarly man wearing glasses from before was calmer and tried to appease everyone: "Don't panic, everyone, you have forgotten whose property this house is, even if it was really haunted before, now it is only I'm afraid it has been cleaned up long ago."

Hearing what he said, everyone realized that the lonely house had belonged to the Zhang family in Beijing more than ten years ago, and the Zhang family had no other skills, but the ability to catch ghosts and demons was unmatched. I think everyone calmed down anyway.