poor house

In the snow, the man gasped and looked at the brightly lit street, the biting cold wind and snowflakes gradually calmed him down.There are no ghosts in this world, there can be no ghosts in this world!

Constantly chanting back and forth in his heart, a name suddenly crossed the man's mind.

Wu Xie, it must be him, he must know what happened back then, otherwise why would he go to that building, it must be because he was jealous of himself and wanted to blackmail him, yes, it was Wu Xie!Go find him now and see what other tricks he has!

"Clap clap-"

The violent knock on the door startled Wu Xie and Wang Meng who were serving dishes, only Zhang Qiling who was sitting by the window remained expressionless and calm.

"Hey, who are you?" Wang Meng, who had already opened the door, stopped the man who was rushing in blankly, but the man pushed Wang Meng away without saying a word and went straight in.

"Wu Xie, are you playing tricks!" I couldn't tell whether it was fear or anger, the man pointed at Wu Xie, his thin shirt was soaked by snow, and his whole face was frozen blue.

"Ah?" Looking confusedly at the man in the suit in front of him, Wu Xie didn't know what he was talking about, "What the hell am I doing?"

"Stop pretending! If it wasn't you, why did you go to that old building? Also, you asked someone to send me that guitar bag, right? What is your purpose for doing this? You want money? Or do you want me? Help you get the position?!" Asking questions like a cannonball, the man in the suit has completely lost the demeanor and extravagance of the day, and some are left in a panic and panic.

"What are you talking about? What guitar bag?" A familiar scene suddenly flashed in my mind, as if a group of young college students were playing musical instruments in the classroom.Wu Xie was stunned, looked at the man in the suit in front of him, and asked hesitantly, "Are you also a student of that university?"

"Didn't you already know it? How much do you know about what happened back then?" Completely forgetting that there were Zhang Qiling and Wang Meng beside Wu Xie, the man in the suit roared recklessly.

"Wu Xie doesn't know anything." Zhang Qiling, who had been silent all this time, stood up and walked to Wu Xie's side, his dark eyes were full of indifference, but his gaze was fixed on the man in suit like two sharp blades. "But now, we know."

"What do you want to do?!" Unconsciously, he took two steps back. The man in the suit wanted to be more aggressive, but Zhang Qiling pushed him down on the chair and sat down.

"If you don't want to die, just tell the truth." As he said coldly, Zhang Qiling turned his head and glanced at the food on that table, feeling that it was a waste.I thought I could sit down and talk about it, but looking at the man's current appearance, I really underestimated the strength of the spirit body that Wu Xie heard.

"What the truth, I don't know what you're talking about!" The man in the suit poked his neck and pretended to be dumb. He couldn't explain why, even though the man opposite him had no expression on his face and didn't look strong, but he was very afraid of him.Not like the fear of ghosts, but more like the fear of God.

"Help me—please—don't go—"

Just as Wu Xie was about to speak, a cry for help suddenly sounded in his ear, which made Wu Xie stunned again.Staring fixedly at the man in front of him who had already trembled into sifting chaff, Wu Xie only felt that the voice in his ear became more and more desperate and real.

"You can't—please don't—"

The gradually clear voice seemed to have finally tuned to the right channel, Wu Xie tugged at the corner of Zhang Qiling's clothes, and before he could say anything, his palms were already clenched.

"Aren't we friends—why should we do this—you don't go—"

Following the voice in his ear, Wu Xie felt as if his whole heart had fallen into the most astringent lemonade, sourness mixed with pain, and he was almost suffocated in despair.

Zhang Qiling, who was holding Wu Xie's hand tightly, was no better than Wu Xie. There was nothing unclean around Wu Xie, and it wasn't even because he was possessed that he said that.He became like that only because he heard something that no one else could hear.

"Brother, brother——" Clutching Zhang Qiling's hand tightly, Wu Xie stared at the man sitting opposite him, always feeling that his eye sockets were sore and swollen, and he would cry at any moment.

"Wu Xie, I'm here." Knowing that this feeling actually came from the owner of the voice Wu Xie heard, Zhang Qiling turned his head and stared fiercely at the silent man, ready to force him to tell the truth.

"What's the matter with you—didn't you agree to practice the piano together——"

"There's something for you to see—"

"Come here—"

The original single voice in Wu Xie's ear suddenly became noisy, as if several people were having a conversation. The increasingly chaotic word order and context made Wu Xie feel that his whole mind was starting to go berserk.

The scene in front of him gradually began to blur, as if someone had put a white gauze on the retina.Unclear conversations were hidden behind the blurry scene, and even the smell of the air seemed to suddenly become weird.

Quietly waiting for the fog in front of him to dissipate, Wu Xie stared blankly at the old classroom that appeared in sight. There was a young man standing in front of the piano in the middle, and beside him were four students who were as old as him. classmates.And as Wu Xie's sight became clear, the conversations and actions that seemed to have been paused, started playing again without warning.

Watching helplessly as the knife stabbed into the boy's back, Wu Xie was about to reach out to stop him, but was pulled back to the spot.Turning his head, he saw Zhang Qiling holding his other hand tightly, with a faint worry on his expression.

"Brother?" Dazed for a moment, Wu Xie turned his head to look at the blood winding on the ground, and the fine hairs all over his body woke up instantly as if being hit by the constant thunder outside the window. "I was dreaming?"

Nodding his head, the knot between Zhang Qiling's brows was still untied, holding Wu Xie's palm tightly, Zhang Qiling sighed slowly in his heart, and wanted to reach out to cover Wu Xie's eyes, but his raised hand froze in the air for a moment , and finally fell down.

No matter what you have to face, it is reality.

On a thunderstorm night, in the classroom at the end of the small building on the second floor, the faint lights seemed to be shouting and roaring unwillingly, accompanied by continuous thunder.The messy piano sound was like a shattered melody, which did not leave any traces after being washed in the heavy rain.

TBC

Another night. .

happy birthday to me~

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four

There was no wind in the sweltering night.

The whole world seems to be covered in an airtight glass cover, and the stuffy summer evening is full of dry heat and heat that are about to move.The sky at night reflected patches of deep red for no reason, covering a certain two-story building with lights on.

Trembling slightly, looking at what happened in front of him, Wu Xie tightly held Zhang Qiling's palm beside him, using all his strength to suppress the anger that he could only hear and watch.

"What are you doing in the piano room so late?" The youngest boy among the five sat down in front of the piano and looked at the classmates behind him in bewilderment.The campus, which had already been on summer vacation, was empty. The boy opened the cover of the piano and tapped on the keys casually.

"I have something for you to see." The man in suit who looked like he was about five years younger patted him on the shoulder, turned around and cast a wink at the other three.

"Huh?" Seeing the four of them standing in front of him inexplicably, lowering their heads and exchanging glances from time to time, the boy always felt that they had something to hide from him. "What happen to you guys?"

"You forgive us—"

Startled by the four people who bowed to him in unison in front of him, the boy quickly stood up and helped each of them, "What are you doing? What's wrong with being so good?"

"You, do you still remember the song you wrote before—" The voice of the girl standing at the end was already full of tears, "It's the one we rehearsed together before—"

"I remember, what's wrong?" The boy who was still kept in the dark looked at the four people with different expressions in front of him, and he didn't know why he said this well.

"Then do you know that there was a national college student original music competition a while ago?" The boy playing the violin glanced at the girl next to him, his lowered head could no longer be raised.

"It seems that there is such a thing." Scratching his head, the boy said nonchalantly. "What's the matter?"

"We recorded the song you wrote, and then entered the competition." Another girl whispered, her expression full of guilt.

"Ah?" I didn't expect such a thing at all, the boy stared blankly at the partners who kept him in the dark, and didn't know how to react for a long time.After a while, I asked subconsciously, "Why didn't you guys call me together—"

There was only dead silence in the classroom where no one answered, and even Cicada, who was always hysterical on weekdays, had no voice at this time.The wide-open windows didn't let in a breath of wind, and the whole classroom was filled with oppression that seemed to overwhelm people.The light of the white fluorescent lamp trembled slightly, and even the shadows under their feet did not feel shaking.

"Did you forget to call me together?" After waiting for a long time and still not seeing any answers from the four, the boy forced a smile, "That's okay, just remember to call me next time—"

"We just want to tell you this time that that song has been promoted, and now we need a new original song—" The man in the suit who had been silent all this time wanted to reach out and pat the boy on the shoulder, but was staggered by the latter dodge.

"Don't tell me that you don't know how to arrange music yourself." Finally heard the overtones, the boy seemed to think that he was thinking too much, and tried his best to hold the smile on his face.

"We've tried it all, but it's completely