poor house

Fearing that there would be any troubles in the future, Wu Xie simply dragged Zhang Qiling along with him from the beginning, so as to save him from being troublesome in the future.

Um?When did I actually use wordy words to describe this stuffy bottle?Turning his head and laughing softly, Wu Xie looked at Zhang Qiling who was helping Wang Meng wipe the table from a distance, his smile gradually turned into a slight sigh.

Such happiness, if there is a whole life, it would be great.

Holding a newspaper that still smelled of ink and walking on the campus path full of students, Wu Xie felt that it was really wise to pull Zhang Qiling here.Although this is not my own university, there are only a few essential equipment for universities in the world, such as lover slope, lover lake, lover pavilion, lover road and so on.On the one hand, it will allow Zhang Qiling to get in touch with popularity more, and on the other hand, it will also let this boring bottle see that love is not something that can only be expressed by doing.

At present, Wu Xie's supervisor, the dean of academic affairs, went to a meeting, so Wu Xie, who was holding a camera, wandered aimlessly with Zhang Qiling.From time to time, the students who were preparing to go to class with books between them passed by, and their cheeks, which were blown red by the cold wind, were extraordinarily lively in the sunshine.

"Tsk, why is it so uneventful at the end of the year." Sitting on the chair and looking at the newspaper in his hand, Wu Xie's words condensed into white mist. "The nurse died strangely and tragically, and her upper body disappeared?" whispering the dark title, Wu Xie was shivering from the cold wind.Turning around, Zhang Qiling, who bought two roasted sweet potatoes from nowhere, was walking this way, attracting many girls looking back and smiling.

It may not be clear how many boys and girls there are in the school, but how many handsome guys and girls there are in the school will never be wrong.So Wu Xie, who was sitting on the bench eating sweet potatoes, and Zhang Qiling, who was watching him eating sweet potatoes, immediately became the objects of onlookers coming and going.

"What are you looking at?" Zhang Qiling couldn't help frowning as he glanced at the newspaper in Wu Xie's hand.Another tragic death.Recently, it seems that this small town will not be peaceful until a few people die. It seems that it is the end of the year, not only people can't hold back, but ghosts are also starting to move around.Pulling out the newspaper from Wu Xie's hand, what Zhang Qiling was most afraid of was that Wu Xie would be involved in some trouble for no reason.

"Watching the news, give it to me." Holding the sweet potato in one hand and grabbing the newspaper in the other, Wu Xie decided to sit obediently and not rub Zhang Qiling when he saw the meaningful smile of the passing girl. "I'll take it away for you before I finish watching it."

"News." Folding the newspaper in his hand into small pieces, Zhang Qiling said flatly, "There is no news in the whole world."

"Cut." Pretending to stare at Zhang Qiling, Wu Xie swallowed the hot sweet potato and said, "I know you are used to seeing everything and feel that there is nothing new. But it is true that the society is becoming more and more impetuous now. It’s a 3-minute heat. It won’t be long before you smell a new one, and it will become old news.”

"Wu Xie, what does Wen mean?" Zhang Qiling asked softly, his eyes fell on the lawn in the distance.

"Listen." She replied completely subconsciously, she was stunned for a moment, and just as she was about to ask Zhang Qiling why she asked this, the phone in her pocket started singing.The Dean of Academic Affairs adjourned the meeting and asked Wu Xie to go over and listen to the shooting plan.Originally wanted to ask Zhang Qiling to enter the office together, but was blocked by the director of academic affairs.Nodding to indicate that he was waiting for Wu Xie in the corridor, Zhang Qiling put his hands in his pockets and watched Wu Xie walk into the principal's office.

There should be more or less supernatural rumors in every university. From the moment Zhang Qiling entered this teaching building, he noticed a faint rancid smell permeating this area.Very subtle taste, it feels like it has been left over for several years.To be on the safe side, he drew a spell on the door of the principal's office, and then Zhang Qiling paced the corridor in peace.

Hopefully this time, it's best not to get into any trouble.

The heating in the principal's office was turned on too high, and compared with the outside temperature just now, it seemed like it was summer.In addition to Wu Xie, there are two photographers, and the three are responsible for the three campuses of the school.Sitting on the sofa and listening to the hypocrisy of the principal's smiling face, Wu Xie felt more and more drowsy.

With the windows closed and airtight, the temperature is still so high.It was so sleepy.

Covering her mouth and turning her head to yawn, Wu Xie turned her head to look at the man in a suit and leather shoes sitting next to her. At first glance, she looked like a fashion designer rather than a photographer.Probably some well-known photographer, filtering the list of photographers he knew over and over again in his mind, Wu Xie was about to look at the person on the left again, but heard a voice behind him.

Turning his head and looking at the snow-white wall behind him, there was nothing but a beautifully framed mural hanging on it.

"The theme this time is mainly to show the diversity of our school—"

The headmaster's babbling tirade continued, and the director of academic affairs stood behind him nodding obsequiously, without the haughty look he had when he saw Wu Xie.

strangeness.Did I hear wrong?Turning around and looking at the wall again, Wu Xie had noticed the building here when he entered the house, there should be nothing behind this wall, the sound he heard just now could not have come from the next door.

Turning his head and yawning again, Wu Xie rubbed the tears in the corners of his eyes for fear that he would fall asleep by accident.He pinched his arm fiercely, but happened to be seen by the man in suit and leather shoes next to him.He raised his eyebrows and glanced at Wu Xie, the man's eyes were full of domineering disdain.

"Help-help-"

Sitting up straight, he was about to show his concentration, when Wu Xie suddenly heard the voice just now.It seemed to be disturbed by the signal, and it was vague and inaudible.

Turning her head and staring at the wall behind her again, Wu Xie listened carefully with bated breath, but suddenly heard her own name.

"Wu Xie—"

"Ah?" He turned his head vigorously and almost twisted his neck.Wu Xie pressed his neck with one hand while watching who was calling him just now, and finally realized that it was the principal who just called him. "Uh, tell me, principal."

"What's wrong with you? I just saw that you seem to be a little distracted." Said with a smile, the principal seemed to have become a teacher on the podium again. "The task is being assigned, so listen carefully."

"Sorry, sorry." Scratching her head embarrassingly, Wu Xie smiled awkwardly.Seeing the normal expressions of the other two photographers on the left and right, and looking at the academic director who was still flattering, Wu Xie frowned and thought to himself, could it be that he was hallucinating?

"Xiao Wu, you are responsible for the shooting of the headquarters, which is the old campus. The old campus is mainly composed of the music department and the literature department. The focus is to capture its sense of age and exaggerate the simple and heavy atmosphere." The principal stood up and pointed to the opposite side of the window. The teaching building said, "That is the oldest classroom in our school. Although it is closed and not used now, don't forget it when you take pictures."

Looking in the direction of the principal's finger, a small two-story building was completely covered by the shadow of the tall building.Green moss has grown on the low roof, and the yellow brick walls are covered with mildew.It seems that you can smell the old and decayed smell without going to it, and you can tell it is an old house at a glance.

"Help—help me—"

The originally indistinct voice suddenly became extremely clear in an instant, even harshly clear.It was as if a sharp blade had directly penetrated Wu Xie's eardrum and stuck in his heart. The heartbeat that skipped a beat instantly became disordered, and even Wu Xie's complexion began to turn bad.

"Sorry to interrupt, did you hear anything?" Finally, she couldn't help but ask, Wu Xie frowned and looked at the room with only five people, but always felt that she could hear the first sound all the time. The voices of six people.

"Voice?" was confused by Wu Xie's question, and the other four people all focused their attention on Wu Xie. "what sound?"

"It seems that someone is calling for help, didn't you hear it?" Hesitantly speaking, Wu Xie made a silent gesture to signal them to listen carefully.

Although he didn't know what kind of medicine Wu Xie was selling in the gourd, the principal still suspended the arrangement of the task, and listened to the sound in the room silently with the others.

The office where no one was talking immediately became quiet, followed by various voices that were amplified in the silence, which were usually not noticed by anyone.The air conditioner was humming and breathing out gusts of hot air.The water dispenser started a new round of heating, and the water surface was bubbling.The quartz clock hanging on the wall rotates its hands in an orderly manner, and the sound of clicking and clicking whispers the passage of time.

Her ears were almost pressed to the wall, but Wu Xie never heard the voice just now.Seeing the displeased faces of the principal and the director of school affairs, Wu Xie smiled awkwardly, "Maybe, did I hear it wrong?"

"Probably the students who passed by downstairs." The boy in suit Wu Xie, who had been silent for a while, smoothed things over, ignored the gratitude in Wu Xie's eyes, and went straight to the principal and asked about his mission.The other photographer seemed to know Wu Xie's embarrassment, and quietly tugged on his sleeve.

"It's okay, that person is like that. I think I'm doing well in this circle." Although he was comforting Wu Xie, his tone was full of disgust for that man.

"It's okay." Smiling politely, Wu Xie suddenly felt that it might be good to stay in the humble house all the time.In this world now, too many know people but don't know their hearts.

"What did you hear just now?" Thinking that Wu Xie had become an ally, the man asked in a low voice.

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