poor house

The sound of the news was still going on, but it seemed like a disturbed signal, becoming more and more blurred and unstable.

In Zizlara's voice, Wu Xie was sure and certain that he heard another small voice.

"Help--"

TBC

I have a cold. . .Only Xiang is left in my mind. .

It is estimated that it will be stopped for two days. . .

This point came to throw away the text. .Really. . .

The second story will not be very scary, because too many parents have said that Wu Xie is unlucky and so on, so the focus of this story is on the warmth of the elder brother and sister-in-law.Of course, this is a supernatural text.If Wu Xie is not unlucky, the story cannot be written.So when you feel unlucky for your sister-in-law, think about it for a while, so the author is actually more miserable, okay? . . .

If you feel that the interaction is not enough, if you still feel that the interaction between brother and sister-in-law is not enough after reading it. .Then I can only say please move to Ju Jiawen's building. . . .

Dump text. .

two

The gold-like sunlight gently shines on the light brown wooden floor, and the fine dust dances lightly in the air along with the notes.The tall camphor tree outside the window casts shadows full of broken mercury through the glass window.The music coming from the small building on the second floor seems like gurgling water, flowing with crisp tranquility in this summer afternoon.

In the innermost classroom on the second floor, a smiling teenager was sitting in front of a pure black piano, his fingers dexterously jumping between the black and white keys.Beside him stood a young man playing the violin, the hand holding the bow was trembling slightly, his sideways face was full of seriousness.On the opposite side of the two, the boy holding the guitar was strumming the strings up and down, with a crisp sound of ding ding dong dong.

In the open space in the middle of the classroom sat two young girls, smiling slyly and looking at the boys who were playing musical instruments.The black hair was draped softly over their shoulders, reflecting a circle of bright light in the sun.The girls sitting together back to back quietly bit their ears, but their eyes still stayed on the boy.

"Tell me honestly, which one do you like?"

"Which one, don't talk nonsense."

"Come on, I still can't see you? Just say it~"

"Then tell me first, who do you like?"

"Obviously I asked you first, why should I say it first?"

"You really like one of them~~"

"Yeah, are you blackmailing me?"

"Hee hee, tell me, who is it?"

"I won't tell you if you don't say it, hum."

The two girls smiled affectionately, attracting the attention of the boys.The sound of the guitar stopped first. The boy put the guitar down and hooked the boy who was still playing the violin. Regardless of his nervousness and shyness, he pulled him to sit behind the girls.

"What are you talking about? Who is who?"

"Girls talk, why boys join in the fun~"

"That's right, let's continue practicing the piano—"

"It's worthless, I didn't hear the two of them just said that they like—"

"Ah, what are you talking about!"

"That's right, when did you say you like it!"

"You still don't admit it, you two are blushing!"

"Come on, let's go practice the piano—"

"You two are looking for a fight!"

"Hey, I didn't say that!!"

In the small classroom, two girls laughed and chased two boys, and the wooden floor under their feet made crackling sounds as they ran.The beautiful piano sound still didn't stop, and the jumping notes seemed to feel their joy, and became lighter and lighter.

The summer wind gently blows the leaves of the camphor tree, and the air is filled with the faint fragrance of grass and trees and the unique lazy taste of summer.The laughter and music in the small building on the second floor continued, as if singing the best chapter of this age.

When Zhang Qiling woke up, Wu Xie who was sleeping next to him was smiling softly.The eyeballs under the tightly closed eyelids kept turning, and it could be seen that he was dreaming.The hair that had been rubbed on the pillow all night was already bared like a chicken coop, the corners of his mouth curled up, and he let out a low and indistinct laugh.

The deepest place in my heart was suddenly hit hard by this soft smile, Zhang Qiling slowly stood up and looked at Wu Xie's sleeping face quietly.It's not that I haven't observed him in sleep on weekdays, but too often Wu Xie wakes up with a frightened or nervous face.After seeing the worry in his eyes, he immediately put on a nonchalant smile.

Many times Zhang Qiling would even think that if Wu Xie hadn't come to the humble house two years ago, he would still be that ordinary man who wouldn't remember all his dreams.Although he has yin and yang eyes and can see ghosts, he doesn't have to live in the fear of being shrouded in nightmares all the time.

Sighing softly, Zhang Qiling stretched out his hand and gently caressed Wu Xie's lips. The soft lips were like flowers, full of touching touch.In fact, it was not only Wu Xie who was shrouded in nightmare, but also Zhang Qiling himself.

Worried that Wu Xie would dream about it in a nightmare and get involved in right and wrong, Zhang Qiling was even more worried than what Wu Xie dreamed about in a nightmare.But such an ability cannot be controlled by himself, nor can Wu Xie control it.In anything he touches, as long as there is a little residual spiritual power or resentment, he can foresee or revisit those scenes in his dreams.

And this is undoubtedly the last straw for those who have nowhere to cry for injustice and die with hatred.

It would be impossible for Wu Xie to let Wu Xie go, and it would be even more impossible for Zhang Qiling to watch Wu Xie put himself in danger.I have no way to solve the problem from the root, the only thing I can do is to help Wu Xie understand the right and wrong grievances as soon as possible like last time, so that Wu Xie can get away.

Zhang Qiling looked at Wu Xie who was still sleeping soundly, and slowly moved his fingers caressing his lips to his cheeks, poking them gently and helplessly.

At the beginning, he just took in a small trouble, but he didn't expect to be involved in his own life, and as an ordinary human being, his whole life.

"Hmm—" Seemingly feeling the lingering touch on his face, the dazed Wu Xie smashed his mouth, stretched out his hand, grabbed Zhang Qiling's finger and put it in his mouth, like a baby grinding his teeth. Bite lightly.

The slight tingling pain was accompanied by a hot and wet touch, and the fingertips could even feel the vitality and vitality emanating from Wu Xie's tongue.Smiling and sighing, Zhang Qiling let Wu Xie slowly bite his fingers like a child, quietly waiting for him to wake up from his dream.

Although not every dream will be a beautiful dream, as long as I have a breath, I will always guard these dreams for Wu Xie.

Whether it's a nightmare or a sweet dream, it's all a part of Wu Xie who I love deeply.

Carrying warm soy milk and pancakes in one hand, and a newly bought newspaper in the other, when Wang Meng shrank his head and walked into the room, Wu Xie and Zhang Qiling happened to be walking downstairs.Wu Xie's cheeks were slightly red, like a child who had done something wrong and was caught. Zhang Qiling, who was following behind him, still looked expressionless, but Wang Meng would never believe that nothing happened just now .

"Morning Wang Meng." Wu Xie took the things in Wang Meng's hand and put them on the table, glanced at the newspaper spread on the table, and was about to pick it up to have a look, but Zhang Qiling clapped his hands.

"Eat first." At a glance, I saw the huge black headline, about the follow-up investigation of the violinist who committed suicide in yesterday's news.Zhang Qiling pulled Wu Xie to sit down at the dining table, and passed the pancakes over.

"Boss, are you going out today?" Seeing Wu Xie's camera and coat in the lobby, Wang Meng asked while gnawing pancakes. It's too cold outside today, and it was a little cold earlier. "The temperature will start to drop today, and the weather forecast says there will be sleet today."

"Well, it's okay, I'll go to Yucheng University." There were too many peppers in the pancakes, and the spicy Wu Xie couldn't help but suck.

Pushing the soybean milk towards Wu Xie, Zhang Qiling couldn't help frowning when he heard the words 'Yucheng University'.

"Yucheng University, I heard that the nurse who died before and the violinist this time are all students of that university." Wang Meng once again showed his powerful ability of "inquiry", and looked at Wu Wu with a little worry. Xie said, "Boss, you have to be careful what you say in the past?"

"Didn't you go there yesterday? It's all right. Don't worry about me, let alone my brother will go with me." Turning to look at Zhang Qiling who was watching the news, Wu Xie smiled very reassuringly.

"If you show affection, you will know how to bully me, a loner!" After biting down a big mouthful of pancakes, Wang Meng said angrily, "You'd better take pictures and help them solve this case as well!"

"Isn't it a suicide? What case to solve?" Although he didn't pay much attention to yesterday's news, Wu Xie still knew it was a suicide.

"I smashed my head with a violin in the secret room. Then my arms disappeared." Zhang Qiling, who had been silent all this time, suddenly took over the conversation, and said with a blank face, "Homicide."

"Are you two going to act in a TV series? Detective Zhang Er Qiling?" Unexpectedly, Zhang Qiling would also participate in the topic, Wu Xie couldn't help laughing, "Brother, don't you usually like to care about these things the least? What's wrong, what happened today?"

Taking a light look at Wu Xie with an innocent face, Zhang Qiling sighed silently in his heart.

"Huh?" Sensing that Zhang Qiling's mood seemed a little off, Wu Xie was about to ask further, but suddenly heard an inaudible sigh coming from his ear.He suddenly turned his head to look at Zhang Qiling who was drinking soy milk, and then looked at the other side chewing