Book House Strange Talk

Xing Yang took a lantern from the basement, lit a candle, and walked out of the study to the depths of Yingyang Street, gradually hiding in the darkness.

The guiding lights naturally lead the way to the Great Wilderness. If you go right, the direction lights will be bright, but if you go wrong, they will naturally dim.

Looking at the gate of the ancient house in front of him, Xing Yang hung the lamp on the door, pushed the door open and entered.

After going through the gate and corridor, Xing Yang went straight to a room and entered it. This was Tai Yi's former room.

He is familiar with every corner of this house, wishing that he would tear apart every brick to have a look, but he couldn't find the soul hidden by Tai Yi back then.

It is absolutely impossible for such an important thing to be hidden in a place that Xing Yang does not know, there must be something else that he did not expect.

Xing Yang pulled the nearest chair and sat down, playing with the cup lids on the table and recalling carefully which places he hadn't looked for.

Suddenly, a line of sight pierced from outside the door, Xing Yang's expression changed and he rushed to the door—there was nothing.

Xing Yang looked around vigilantly, there was not even a breath of wind in Dahuang, except for the sound of his own breathing and the sound of his heartbeat echoing in his ears.

Carefully closing the door, Xing Yang raised his head and observed the surroundings step by step until he left.

Back in the study, Xing Yang sat in the basement and touched his chest and heart in silence. After the sight he felt from the old house, it kept beating non-stop.

It was as if a ball of fire was constantly stirring in his chest, and he couldn't spit it out, couldn't swallow it, and the chrysanthemum tea that was next to the fire was already empty by three pots.

Xing Yang went upstairs with the teapot and took a can of Iced Fanta from the refrigerator and pressed it to his chest.

Seeing him frowning, Aunt Ping kept walking back and forth and asked, "What's the matter? Don't keep wandering around, it makes me upset."

Xing Yang let out a long sigh, couldn't help but took out the Dragon Scale Sword and knocked it against the wall with the blade in agitation.

"Here, I'm so annoying, I can't calm down."

Xing Yang: "By the way, have you and old man Xing been to the old house recently?"

"I haven't been there for a long time, I don't know him, what's wrong?"

Xing Yang shook his head and said it's all right, since Aunt Ping didn't go, he won't tell her more, so that Aunt Ping won't think about it again.

"I'm going to find Tai Yi."

After speaking, he took out the scroll and went directly to Tai Yi's bedroom, he didn't want to wait for a moment.

"Hey! It's three o'clock in the morning! Xiaoyi is sleeping!" Aunt Ping rolled her eyes.

The moon has already set, and in autumn, when you sleep with the windows open at night, you will feel that the house is full of coolness. Occasionally, people who go home in the early morning make a burst of sound in the community, which can be heard very clearly from the room on the [-]th floor.

Tai Yi fell asleep curled up under the quilt, frowning.

Xing Yang sat on the edge of the bed and saw Tai Yi and felt his heart feel better. He stretched out his fingers and rubbed his eyebrows, and woke him up unexpectedly.

"Xing Yang...?"

"Go back to sleep, I just came to see you." Xing Yang said.

People who just woke up from sleep are always extremely fragile, Tai Yi took the initiative to hold Xing Yang's hand to make him get closer to him, and then closed his eyes while holding hands.

"...I had a dream just now. I dreamed that I went to the old house. I stood in the yard and watched you walk past me. No matter what I called you, you ignored me." Tai Yi took a deep breath, " I just watched you enter the house, and I couldn't open the door of that room, so I could only stand at the door and wait, waiting... until you left, I was trapped in the yard and couldn't get out. "

Xing Yang covered Tai Yi's with the other hand, and coaxed in a low voice: "I saw you, so I came to look for you, who told you that it was an old house?"

Tai Yi rubbed against him, with his head against his leg: "Uncle Xing told me. Xing Yang, if Ao Yi comes back, will you forget me?"

"I won't, I will remember all seven of you."

Tai Yi closed his eyes and pulled the corners of his mouth to show a smile, then murmured: "I'm so cold."

"I know."

Xing Yang touched his hand and frowned slightly, why it was so cold, he reached into the quilt and touched it, only to realize that Tai Yi was not only covered with a quilt, but also had a towel blanket inside.

Even more chills.

Tai Yi never told him about this, Xing Yang sighed and took off his coat and got into bed, trying to make Tai Yi as warm as possible.

Jinming Mountain, Youran Pavilion, Nanfeng sits cross-legged in the pavilion, there are seven emerald beads on the stone table, six of them glow faintly, Nanfeng plays with the dim one, his eyes look towards the direction of the city .

Sudden pain in the forehead pulled his nerves, Nan Feng rubbed it lightly, as if he was talking to someone, and said: "Don't worry, it's coming soon..."

……

When Tai Yi woke up, Xing Yang had already left, thinking that he was just having a dream yesterday, and only then did he know that Xing Yang had really been there when he saw the peace amulet under his pillow.

To confirm whether Mr. Zhang is the "anger", you have to contact him. Thankfully, Mr. Zhang is still leading the graduation class this year, and the new senior year has just started after sending away a group.

While brushing his teeth, Tai Yi asked Liu Hua if anyone in his class wanted to go back to school to see the teacher, and he really did.

Liu Hua also wondered why Tai Yi took the initiative to bring up this matter. Then he thought that perhaps Tai Yi was thinking about it and wanted to communicate with the outside world, so he actively gathered people to form a team to watch the teacher.

Tai Yi looked at the time set in the group to go back to school to visit the teacher, and quickly took a screenshot and sent it to Xing Yang, asking him what to do next.

Xing Yang replied him with a "well done" emoji and told him not to act rashly in school: "Send me a message when you leave quickly, I will wait for you outside the school."

It's not far from the start of the university, and there are still a few students who want to see the teacher before they leave. There are only two teachers who continue to guide the new senior three teachers, and one is this teacher Zhang. Those who came here consciously defaulted not to go Look at Teacher Zhang, just when Tai Yi was thinking about how to find an excuse to visit him, he met him in the corridor.

Now it's okay not to say hello.

Tai Yi breathed a sigh of relief, and walked at the back and listened to their chat in silence. He touched his peaked cap, and stared at Teacher Zhang's face while straightening the brim of the hat, observing his expression carefully.

When it was time to leave, Tai Yi sent Xing Yang a message as promised, and sat waiting for him in a milk tea shop next to the school.

"how?"

Tai Yi shook his head: "It's normal, very normal, but it seems abnormal."

Xing Yang didn't understand, so he tilted his head and looked at him, waiting for his explanation.

"Have you had much contact with Teacher Zhang?" Seeing Xing Yang shaking his head, Tai Yi continued, "That's right, he has a lot of small expressions in his words, including his actions. We joked before that 'Take Teacher Zhang's He won’t be able to give lectures if his hands are tied’ means that he has a lot of body language, but today he seems to be a different person...Although the face is still the same and the voice is the same, it just doesn’t look like him , It’s different from what we saw on the street that day.”

After saying goodbye to Teacher Zhang, they all looked at each other in dismay, and Liu Hua even said, "Did he have a car accident and his temperament changed drastically?"

It was also after hearing Liu Hua's words that Tai Yi was sure that he was not the only one who was sensitive to Teacher Zhang's changes.

There was no evening self-study during the unofficial school start time, so the two of them wandered around the school to pass the time, and they followed after Teacher Zhang got off work.

The pedestrians on the road well covered the route they were following, with a distance of about ten meters between them. They watched Teacher Zhang turn a corner at the intersection and collide with a child riding a stroller.

"!"

Just when Tai Yi thought that Teacher Zhang would yell at the parents of the children, he just took a look at the mother and son with a bad face and left.

Xing Yang and Tai Yi looked at each other, and now Xing Yang also believed that something was really wrong with Mr. Zhang.

After Mr. Zhang entered the community, the two of them stopped following him. Xing Yang sent someone to take turns watching him from tomorrow, and he had to write down his every move.

......

Zhang Chuansheng went home and locked himself in the bathroom. Looking at himself in the mirror, he suddenly felt a little strange. He touched his mouth - he forgot to drink water after lectures all afternoon, and his lips were chapped and peeled. The one who touched the mouth himself.

His wife was cooking in the kitchen, and the aroma of curry wafted here from the kitchen, and the sound of glass breaking broke the peace of the house.

"Chuan Sheng?" The woman seemed to hear the sound of something breaking in a trance, but she couldn't hear it very clearly through the kitchen door.

Pushing the door, she found that her husband had locked the door from the inside. She was still holding a spatula in her hand and glanced at the kitchen from time to time, afraid of the curry pot. "Chuan Sheng? What broke?"

Zhang Chuansheng fell to the ground with his palm pressed against a piece of glass, and the sharp edge instantly cut his palm open.

"It's okay, I accidentally broke the mirror, you should cook quickly."

The woman was a little puzzled, how could the mirror be broken?She wanted Zhang Chuansheng to open the door to show her, but she was also worried that she would be reprimanded by her husband for talking too much like before. After thinking about it for a few seconds, she still didn't say anything and went back to the kitchen to cook.

wrong!

You can't go!

It was not I who spoke!

He opened his mouth but couldn't utter a word, not even a guttural sound, as if he had been directly deprived of the ability to speak, and his lips were cracked with a few small bloody mouths due to the struggle of his expression.He held his neck and looked up to see himself in the mirror, with one hand covering his neck like him, while the other hand was grabbing the edge of the broken glass as if he was about to jump out of it.

It was his wife who the man answered just now.

Fear swept over him and he could hardly breathe. After a while, the self in the mirror looking down on him disappeared, and he stood up tremblingly while leaning on the toilet. The blood from the wound was pressed on the white porcelain, turning into a dazzling a red.

Everything is back to normal.

Zhang Chuansheng was shocked by the cold sweat that slowly receded, and even the hand holding the doorknob trembled uncontrollably. He walked to the kitchen in a panic, hoping to find a sense of security.

"Is the meal ready?"

Seeing him coming out of the bathroom, the woman poked her head curiously to see what was going on in the bathroom. Seeing the strange expression on her husband's face, she quickly turned her gaze back: "Okay, go get some food."

Zhang Chuansheng stood motionless on the spot, staring straight at his wife's back. The woman was stared at by him with hairs all over, thinking that he didn't want to serve the rice, she turned her head and muttered something dissatisfied in a low voice, resigned to her fate and took an empty bowl to serve it. meal.

It was not I who spoke!

He stiffly walked to the dining table and watched the woman set the dishes and chopsticks in front of him one by one. He looked at his wife with longing eyes for help, hoping that the woman would find out that something was wrong with him, even the slightest thing was wrong. good.

"Pour me a glass of water."

Zhang Chuansheng despaired of Yu Yan Sandy, he heard his own voice coming out of his throat again, and felt his uncontrollable lips moving up and down again.

Just like the puppet show seen at the temple fair when he was a child, his mouth was hooked by a thin thread, opening and closing, and the people behind him spoke for him.

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I am so speechless! ! ! ! ! ! !again!slippery!Click the mouse to return!I didn't save the manuscript (fortunately, I developed the habit of saving the manuscript once after typing a few lines, otherwise it would really collapse)