poor house

I must have heard it wrong. Shaking his head, Wu Xie stopped talking.

When he came out of the office, Wu Xie already knew who the two photographers were.The one I was talking to was a photographer from a newspaper, and the other one was the photographer of a popular fashion magazine. This time, the school spent a lot of money to hire it.

No wonder it was [-] to [-].Looking at the back of the suit and leather shoes, Wu Xie stood in the corridor and pouted.Walking a few steps forward and turning a corner, Zhang Qiling was leaning against the safety door at the entrance of the stairs, dark blue jeans set off his slender and straight legs, and the dark blue hoodie on his upper body was because his hands were in the pockets. Outline his slightly slender but not thin standard waist.Although he didn't have a suit or tie, the heroism exuded in his bones completely surpassed the man in the suit just now.

"Brother, let's go." Patting Zhang Qiling on the shoulder, Wu Xie raised the camera in his hand and said, "Let's go to the first place to take a look. The principal said that is the key point." The key point in the face project , are basically existences that have been ignored for a long time.

"Hmm." Zhang Qiling also surveyed the nearby terrain and location during Wu Xie's meeting. Except for the small building opposite this building, there is nothing special to be careful about. "Where are you going?"

Looking at the two-story building hidden in the shadows opposite through the window in the corridor, Wu Xie frowned slightly, and said softly, "That's right there."

In the shadows, the old building looked like a human being, exuding an indescribable sense of joy.As if rejoicing to himself, someone finally remembered him.

In the airtight room, the elegant sound of the violin seemed to cover the entire room like a piece of silky satin, and the man in a suit who was intoxicated by the sound of the music was playing in a straight suit, as if this was not a practice, but a formal performance.

But now it doesn't matter if he is practicing or not, because soon, he will have a concert of his own.After graduating from university, with a certain score, he became popular as a group at the college student music festival with four other people from the same school, although now the four people have given up music and have new jobs, such as nurses or photographers This kind of work has nothing to do with university majors.But I finally climbed to the current position, how can I just give up and give up.

I closed my eyes and listened carefully to the melody that sounded in my ears. Although my neck was still hurting sharply, it didn't matter. I had survived playing the violin for so many years. It would be much better to go for a massage after practicing for a while.

As the last melody slowly fell, he breathed a sigh of relief, retracted the bow in his hand with one hand, and prepared to put down the violin on his shoulder with the other.

"Ugh--"

An inaudible sigh suddenly sounded in his ears, and even the breath sprayed out during the sigh was coldly attached to his neck.The originally bright light suddenly became dark, and rather than saying that the air conditioner stopped functioning, it would be better to say that the hot wind just now had completely turned into cold air.The temperature in the room gradually became freezing cold, as cold as a lifeless morgue.

The smile on the corner of his mouth was completely frozen, and he couldn't see the scene directly in front of him with his head tilted, nor could he clearly see what was happening behind him.Trembling, he wanted to turn around, but he found that his neck seemed to be glued to the violin, and there was no way to recover the normal angle.

As if he knew what happened, his legs went limp and he fell to the ground. The violin stuck to his neck severely hurt his side face, and the strings scratched his skin like a knife blade. The blood seeping out continuously stained the air with a faint smell of rust.

"Please let me go, I already know I'm wrong, please——" The man who fell on the ground was already pale with fright, and his hand holding the bow was waving in the air, as if trying to drive away something. unseen things.The body of the violin was still connected to his neck, and it was as cold as a pillow on a piece of ice.

The curtains hanging by the window fluttered violently without any wind, and the white lace fabric was like a violent person at this moment, every time it moved, it was challenging his nerves that had been stretched to the limit.And as if he hadn't seen enough of him lying on the ground so frightened that his crotch was wet, the curtains were pulled over with a snap, tightly blocking the only light source in the room.

"I know I'm wrong, I really know I'm wrong! I wasn't the mastermind back then... Why did you come to me first..." The hand holding the bow tightly protected his head, and the person who fell on the ground was already scared Got to burst into tears.There are really ghosts in this world, how could there really be ghosts in this world!I have come here without incident for so many years, why do I have to come back at this time? !

In the dark and lifeless room, only his constant begging for mercy could be heard, in a tone full of fear and despair.He didn't know how long it had been like this, he carefully looked at the motionless curtains through his fingers, and then looked at other areas within his sight, and listened quietly for a while, making sure that there was nothing After the movement, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

'He' has gone, right?

The huddled body slowly relaxed, and the sticky cold sweat on his back made him feel like he had taken a cold shower, and his whole body was about to collapse.He closed his eyes for a while, and when he was about to stand up, he suddenly trembled violently again, as if all the joints were loose.

The cold touch under the neck still exists, but that feeling definitely does not come from the violin.It was cold, somewhat stiff, yet somewhat soft, exuding a strong bloody smell, right under his neck.

"Ugh--"

There was another sigh, like a cold blade, constantly rubbing against his ears and neck back and forth, the blood in his whole body was almost frozen.The strong smell of blood made him almost suffocate. This was the second time in his life that he smelled such a strong smell of blood, and it was even more frightening than the first time.

When is it not good to come back, why do you have to come back to me at this time? !I'm about to give a concert, I'm about to become a musician, why do you have to come back to me at this time? !

Anger overcame fear in an instant, he held the bow tightly, and turned his head to the end, trying to see clearly what he was lying on.

Facing the face was a piece of white stuff, the black and red muscles drooped feebly on top of the white thing, the thick blood was flowing slowly, and it was about to coagulate.Looking down, his violin was being tightly held by one hand, and the back of his pale hand was covered with green spots.

It turned out to be an arm on his pillow? !

After reacting, he wanted to stretch out his hand to pull off the severed hand that was still connected to his neck, but he couldn't notice where his left hand was in an instant.Staring blankly at his shoulder, he realized at the same time that it was his arm that was lying on his pillow.

"Help me—"

Just before he had time to utter these three words, the broken arm raised the violin in his hand and slammed it down on his head.

"Crack."

"Wu Xie, wake up." Patting the sleeping person beside him, Zhang Qiling frowned, "We're home."

"Ah? It's here—" Rubbing his eyes in a daze, Wu Xie followed Zhang Qiling out of the taxi, feeling that he hadn't had enough sleep.Originally said to go to see the old teaching building, but for some reason he started to feel sleepy before approaching Wu Xie, before he had time to say anything, Zhang Qiling proposed to go back to the humble house first.After getting in the taxi, Wu Xie started to fall asleep. It wasn't until he approached the courtyard of the humble house that Wu Xie felt refreshed.

"Wu Xie." Holding Wu Xie who was about to walk into the house, Zhang Qiling had a worried look on his face.

"What's wrong?" Wu Xie yawned without remembering what he dreamed just now.

"This job has been pushed." Frowning, Zhang Qiling said firmly.

"Ah? What's wrong?" At first, I didn't understand why Zhang Qiling said that, but when Wu Xie suddenly remembered the voice he heard in the office, he couldn't help but change his face, "You mean, is that school really not clean? "

"En." Nodding, Zhang Qiling didn't intend to hide from Wu Xie. "The building you mentioned is not clean."

"Well, then if I don't go in, I can just shoot outside? You stay with me." After thinking of a compromise, Wu Xie didn't intend to give up the job.After all, it is not a good habit to live on the money given by the black blind man all the time.

"Eh? Boss, you guys are back." Wang Meng who was in the room saw the two people standing in the yard, opened the window and greeted, "Aren't you coming in yet? Isn't it cold outside?"

"Come here." Responding, Wu Xie clasped Zhang Qiling's hand and clasped his fingers tightly, "Brother, how about this, let's take pictures of other places, far away from that building, okay?"

Sighing softly, Zhang Qiling knew that it would not be so easy to persuade Wu Xie.Pulling his hand and stuffing it into his pocket, it was a tacit consent to his proposal.

"Tsk tsk, suicide again." As soon as he opened the door, Wang Meng was watching the news on TV, saying that a well-known violinist committed suicide at home and smashed his head with the violin.The scene was a closed secret room, and the police could not explain why the arms of the corpse disappeared.

The layers of mosaics on the screen had already covered the bloody scene, staring blankly at the colorful screen, Wu Xie felt dizzy for no reason.ear