Third watch

Xiao Ming.

Xiao Ming.

Xiao Ming.

Xiao Ming...

Wang Xiaoming opened his eyes, and then squinted again when he was pierced by the light.

The room was as bright as day.

strange?

Wang Xiaoming thought in a daze, did he sleep until noon?

Why didn't the alarm clock on your phone ring today?Zhong Yi, the pervert who gets up early every day and punches, didn't call him?Master Bai didn't come to sit on his face either...

What about Lu Xiaolu?

Oh, because the door was closed last night, Lu Xiaolu went back to school...

Wang Xiaoming reached out to touch the phone with half-closed eyes, and squinted for a look.

02:30am.

wrong!

Wang Xiaoming woke up instantly.

It's midnight, why is it so bright in the room?

Wang Xiaoming sat up halfway, wondering if there was a big car passing by on the road outside, and the headlights of the car illuminated the room?

After a while, he realized that this did not seem to be the case.

Wang Xiaoming got out of bed barefoot, squinted his eyes and looked out the window.

It's bright outside -- but not headlights.

I don't know what was shining, but the light passed through his window, lighting up the room.

Wang Xiaoming had a strange feeling in his heart.

Someone is standing outside the window.

Wang Xiaoming squinted his eyes trying to see the light clearly, and walked slowly to the window.

It seemed that Wang Xiaoming was approaching, and the light gradually dimmed.

Wang Xiaoming's eyes widened.

There is a man standing outside his window.

In other words, it was floating outside his window.

This is a strange-looking person—not scary, in fact, this person's face is quite exquisite and beautiful, and he is wearing complicated robes, just like a character walking out of an ancient painting.

But that's what's weird.

Such a beautiful face does not look feminine at all, but the curvature of the eyebrows and the line of the jaw are faintly heroic, and a pure white ribbon covers his eyes like an eye patch.

But Wang Xiaoming felt that the other party was looking at him.

The light that woke him up has gradually dimmed, but Wang Xiaoming still feels that this person is full of a majestic posture, with a background of holy light, which makes people instinctively avoid sight.

He sat in mid-air, as if there was an invisible chair in the night, allowing him to maintain a height at eye-level with Wang Xiaoming even outside the house.

Then he turned his head slightly, and the corners of his mouth moved.

Wang Xiaoming heard a voice.

【Xiao Ming】.

Wang Xiaoming was dumbfounded, he was almost fascinated by the strange patterns on the other party's sleeves and skirts.

[Xiao Ming. 】

The other party smiled slightly.

Wang Xiaoming opened his mouth, and was about to respond when his throat seemed to be pinched severely.

He half-bent down abruptly, covering his neck, and it took him a while to recover.

The other party's face and grooming were so fascinating that he almost lost his mind—but responding to a stranger's call was expressly forbidden by Wang Dazhuang since he was sensible.

"Who are you?" Wang Xiaoming panted.

【Xiao Ming】.

[Three days later, do me a favor].

"what?"

【Come to Wutong Mountain】.

[Finally do me a favor and I will repay you].

[Instead of your grandfather.Please do me a favor】.

【Xiao Ming】.

[Xiao Ming]...

Wang Xiaoming wanted to speak, but couldn't make a sound with his mouth open.

【Xiao Ming】.

【Xiao Ming】.

……

"Little Ming!!"

Wang Xiaoming jumped up in fright.

Lu Xiaolu was also taken aback by him: "What's wrong with you?"

"Xiao Lu?" Wang Xiaoming was a little confused: "Where's the person?"

"who?"

"There is someone outside the window!" Wang Xiaoming suddenly remembered, ignoring Lu Xiaolu, jumped out of bed and rushed to the window.

It was already dawn, and people began to come and go downstairs. The uncles and aunts walked by with their vegetable baskets, and their voices matched the sounds of the cars on the road. It was a very normal morning.

Unwillingly, Wang Xiaoming leaned out half of his body to look again: "There were people outside just now! They kept calling me!"

"Are you dreaming?" Lu Xiaolu was stunned: "When I came in to call you, I saw you alone, tossing and turning like pancakes on the bed. I thought you were having a nightmare."

"No." Wang Xiaoming scratched his head and sat down on the edge of the bed: "Am I really dreaming?"

Well, recalling it now, he also felt that the content was not true. How could a normal person sit outside his window?

If it's a ghost, it's not like it can't fly, but although that person is weird, he doesn't have a ghostly aura about him. On the contrary, Wang Xiaoming feels that the other person's mysterious aura is very refined.

But it doesn't seem to be very popular... If I have to say it, that person feels like an ancient painting, with posture and temperament, but it's not real.

Thinking about it this way, it really looked like a weird dream.

But Wang Xiaoming always felt something was wrong.

In the dream, that person kept calling him by name, but he didn't remember what the other person's voice looked like at all.

He only remembered that there was no conversation at the back, only the other party kept calling him.

Although he never responded.

Xiao Ming.

Xiao Ming.

Xiao Ming.

The unhurried call seemed to ripple into the depths of his mind.

"I bought pancakes and fruit." Lu Xiaolu dragged Wang Xiaoming downstairs. Zhong Yi got up early and was feeding Lord Bai. When he saw them going downstairs, he stood up and seemed to want to say something, but as soon as he met Wang Xiaoming, Zhong Yidun for a moment.

Master Bai's reaction was much more direct than his. As soon as it saw Wang Xiaoming, it abandoned the cat food that Zhong Yi poured for it, and began to rub against Wang Xiaoming's feet, raising its head for petting.

Wang Xiaoming was flattered: "What's the matter today, Mr. Bai?"

Usually this cat is very arrogant, except for Zhong Yi, he is indifferent to everyone, and it is useless to feed him.

Master Bai meowed, finally moved Wang Xiaoming, and he hugged Master Bai up.

Master Bai started rolling in his arms again.

"What happened to Master Bai today?" Lu Xiaolu also =口=

He likes teasing cats and dogs the most, and he is the one who is tickled the most by Mr. Bai.

Zhong Yi frowned and sat down at the table, and began to eat breakfast without saying a word.

Wang Xiaoming put Master Bai on his lap and poured a cup of soy milk.

"What did you dream about last night?" Lu Xiaolu said, "You just rolled like that, Chunmeng?"

Zhong Yi raised his head upon hearing this, raised his eyebrows and glanced at Wang Xiaoming.

"You're only a spring dream!" Wang Xiaoming raised his foot, but unexpectedly alarmed Master Bai, who changed his position with grunts twice.

"Are you dreaming?" Zhong Yi said, "What dream?"

"Strange dream." Wang Xiaoming chewed the pancake slowly, his movements became more and more busy but he didn't know it.

Seeing his absent-minded appearance, Lu Xiaolu was about to speak, but Zhong Yi raised his hand to stop him.

"Hmm..." Wang Xiaoming slowly put down the pancakes, as if he didn't wake up with Ben.

"What did you dream about?" Zhong Yi asked again.

But this time his tone was very gentle and his voice was very low, as if Wang Xiaoming was sleepwalking, and he didn't want to wake him up.

"I'm going to Wutong San." Wang Xiaoming answered irrelevantly.

Lu Xiaolu looked at the two of them strangely.

"Where?" Zhong Yi asked in a harmonious voice.

"... Wutong Mountain." Wang Xiaoming said, a little confused: "We should go to Wutong Mountain."

"When?" Zhong Yi asked.

"Three days later." This time Wang Xiaoming answered quickly, but he frowned: "Where is Wutong Mountain? Why does this place sound familiar to me..." "Yes." Zhong Yi said casually.

"But I want to go...but why?" Wang Xiaoming said.

"Are you asking me?" Lu Xiaolu spread his hands, "Aren't you awake?"

"I'm awake." Wang Xiao understood him with a glance: "But I'm still a little sleepy. Seriously, I want to go to Wutong Mountain. ... Is there such a mountain in S City? How about we go climbing?"

"Wutong Mountain is not in S City." Zhong Yi said, turned sideways and picked up Master Bai from Wang Xiaoming's lap, and put it on his shoulder.

Wang Xiaoming: "?? Then why do I want to go?"

Lu Xiaolu: "..."

Wang Xiaoming took a bite of the pancake: "Where have I heard this name?"

"The day before yesterday." Zhong Yi said.

Lu Xiaolu nodded: "Hmm, I've heard of it too."

"Then let's go." Wang Xiaoming said in a dreamy tone, "Let's go and have a look."

"What are you going to do?" Zhong Yi stared at him.

"What else can we do?" Wang Xiaoming was taken aback by his rhetorical question: "Of course we... yes, what are we going to do?"

Wang Xiaoming looked at Zhong Yi, then at Lu Xiaolu, and finally realized how strange his words and actions were just now.

"...I remembered it too." Wang Xiaoming said slowly, with an expression on his face as if he saw a particularly difficult math problem: "I heard it with you."

Lu Xiaolu nodded: "That Mr. Gu with the lucky cat hanging on it—"

"The villa where he had an accident." Zhong Yi said, "It's near Wutong Mountain."

"It's three hours away from S City by train. He wants you to take a look at the villa and help him solve the problem." Lu Xiaolu continued.

There was silence at the table.

After a long time, Wang Xiaoming suddenly burst out with a word.

"Fuck! I must be possessed by something!"

Zhong Yi suddenly reached out, pinched Wang Xiaoming's chin, and turned his face to himself.

Wang Xiaoming: "?!"

Zhong Yi didn't speak, and slowly approached Wang Xiaoming, staring into his eyes.

Seeing Zhong Yi's straight nose and star-like eyes getting closer, Wang Xiaoming was stunned for a moment, forgetting how to react.

They were so close that he could almost feel Zhong Yi's breath on his skin.

Zhong Yi stared into his eyes without saying a word, as if he wanted to look into the depths of Wang Xiaoming's soul——

"Meow." Lord Bai suddenly called out, jumping from Zhong Yi to Wang Xiaoming.

Wang Xiaoming woke up like a dream, and he realized that the tip of Zhong Yi's nose was almost touching his own.

"You're fine." Zhong Yi suddenly let go of Wang Xiaoming's chin and sat back on his seat.

Master Bai didn't leave, and lay on Wang Xiaoming's lap to show his belly.

Wang Xiaoming na na: "What?"

"You are not possessed." Zhong Yi resumed that mocking tone: "Can't you feel this kind of thing yourself? Are you really not awake yet?"

"But--"

"There is something wrong with your dream." Zhong Yi said, "Something broke into your dream and gave you a hint."

"Dream?" Wang Xiaoming was stunned: "Is there anything that can break into other people's dreams?"

"Anyway, it's not an ordinary person." Zhong Yi leaned closer to Wang Xiaoming again, carefully scrutinizing his pupils: "There is nothing else in your eyes."

Wang Xiaoming was terrified: "What the hell is it? I have goosebumps!"

"Don't worry." Zhong Yi said, "It's not that serious."

"You said that dream has been instigating me to go to Wutong Mountain..." Wang Xiaoming shivered: "No, let's not go out these few days."

"Why?" Zhong Yi asked unexpectedly.

"Why did you say... Didn't you say you can't get close to Mr. Gu?" Wang Xiaoming said: "And it's a dream! Someone wants to control me through the dream! I don't know what kind of monster it is!"

"It's not a demon." Zhong Yi said suddenly.

"I don't know what it is, but there is no malice." Zhong Yi glanced at Master Bai, thoughtfully: "If it's something bad, Master Bai would have scratched you with his paws when you came downstairs this morning, instead of Roll on you."

"so?"

"So let's go to Mount Wutong." Zhong Yi said, "If you just had a dream, I don't care about you. But I believe in Master Bai."

Wang Xiaoming: "..."

"Besides, something that can make Mr. Bai get closer..." Zhong Yi stopped halfway through his words.

"What?" Wang Xiaoming asked, "What does this have to do with Master Bai?"

Zhong Yi said: "Master Bai can feel the breath left on your body, this ability saved my life."

Wang Xiaoming snorted: "That's not going either. It's not Mr. Bai who was pressed by the ghost. What if that thing digs a hole and waits for me after I go?"

"What are you afraid of when I'm here?" Zhong Yi: "I'll watch you."

Wang Xiaoming glared at him.How did this person use the hero's face to say such a romantic line with such a disdainful expression?

Lu Xiaolu cleared his throat, and stuffed the last mouthful of pancake into his mouth—this pancake has been held in his hand for a long time: "Remind you, there are me and Master Bai here, pay attention to the heat. "

"Huh?" Wang Xiaoming looked at him.

Lu Xiaolu shrugged and pointed at them.

Only then did Wang Xiaoming realize that Zhong Yi and him were almost together again.

Zhong Yi sat back on his seat again and started eating pancakes.

"So you don't know what position you were in just now?" Lu Xiaolu swallowed the pancake: "Looked at each other for at least a minute, dear, it's still dependable..."

Wang Xiaoming and Zhong Yi rolled their eyes at him at the same time.