chilling

There are more or less various versions of ghost stories circulating in every school, and the same is true of Yu Qiuliang's high school.He used to be a staunch atheist who didn't believe in the existence of ghosts and ghosts in the world, and thought these ghost stories were unbelievable, but since he came back from the dead, his heart has been shaken.He thought that there was a good chance that those ghost stories were not made up out of thin air, that maybe the storyteller had actually seen something weird.However, although he suspected that there were other ghosts in the school, he couldn't see them, he only saw Gu Jia.

There may really be no other ghosts at work.Yu Qiuliang stared at the swing on the playground and the girl sitting on the swing with a bright smile.Standing behind the girl was his ghost senior, who would push the swing from time to time, and every time she pushed, the swing would carry the girl to a high place.The girl smiled so happily, as if she had met a great blessing.Probably in her eyes, being able to come here to play on the swings is already a kind of luck.

Yu Qiuliang seldom saw Wang Lin smile. He secretly noticed this school girl, but found that she was just an ordinary girl.The most indispensable thing in this school is ordinary girls, and the most indispensable thing in this world is ordinary people.Yu Qiuliang studied secretly for a few days, and finally gave up looking for something special about Wang Lin.He felt that the reason why Gu Jia cared about this girl was mostly because of their blood relationship.

He didn't realize it at all, he subconsciously recognized Wang Lin as Gu Jia's sister.But is Gu Jia really Wang Lin's sister?Yu Qiuliang's mind was not clear, he vaguely felt that something was wrong, but he was too lazy to think about it.

Wang Lin's personality is too weak, and she is not very tall, even in the queue of girls, she is also the thinnest one.The fluffy little lamb is always easy to be bullied. Even when she came to swing in the corner of the playground during gym class, someone wanted to rob her.Girls in high school don't actually play swings anymore, they think it's something for children, but when they gang up on others, they don't care whether it looks childish or not.Yu Qiuliang sat cross-legged on the bench, propped his chin and looked at the group of arrogant little girls.It's just that they are taller and know more dubious people. I don't know where they got the confidence to crowd out their classmates without any scruples all day long.

Yu Qiuliang didn't intend to be a hero to save the beauty this time, he had a premonition that he would soon see the ghost stories that were widely circulated in the campus played out in front of him.

The swing stopped suddenly, Wang Lin lowered her head in confusion, and lightly kicked the ground with her toes.She was quickly squeezed down, and Yu Qiuliang felt disgust from the bottom of his heart when he saw the proud smiling faces of those girls.There are so many people who are willing to do things that harm others and benefit themselves. They live in this world, as if they are dedicated to embarrassing others.

If there is a person who always makes others unhappy, then one day, the trouble he causes to others will return to himself twice as much.Yu Qiuliang understood this truth, and at the same time, he also clearly realized that the retribution of these girls was coming soon.

In front of the swing is a sand pit, and behind it is a hard concrete floor.Falling into a bunker will stain your clothes, but falling on the concrete floor is not as simple as staining your clothes.Yu Qiuliang watched the senior take a step back with a nasty smile, and couldn't help shaking slightly.Immediately afterwards, the expected thing happened. The girl on the swing suddenly screamed and fell hard into the sand pit. The rough gravel and the small stones mixed in it scratched the skin of her palm.

Yu Qiuliang thumped his numb legs, and pulled Song Ciran to sit near the swing.Many people were attracted by the sudden change and ran to the swing to watch the excitement.Yu Qiuliang suddenly wanted to laugh, he felt that in all the ghost stories in this school, the ghost behind it was Gu Jia.It seems that Gu Jia is not just the protagonist of a story.

"You don't think there are ghosts on that swing, do you?" Song Ciran was still thinking about that weird swing after the physical education class.While washing his hands, he nervously stared at himself in the mirror, fearing that his face in the mirror would turn into a ghost with blue face and fangs in the next second.

Yu Qiuliang understood what was going on in Song Ciran's mind. In fact, this guy guessed partly correctly, the swing was indeed haunted, but he couldn't talk nonsense in front of Song Ciran.Song Ciran couldn't see ghosts, so he couldn't let him know that there really were ghosts.

So Yu Qiuliang asked out of conscience: "Wouldn't it be better for you to read less ghost stories and be a staunch atheist?"

As soon as the words fell, Gu Jia's figure suddenly appeared in the mirror.Yu Qiuliang was startled and almost screamed.This is a fucking men's room, and the senior is too aggressive, taking advantage of being invisible to others, to bravely break into the men's room in broad daylight.

Gu Jia seemed to have gone to the wrong floor, Yu Qiuliang stared blankly at her floating out of the door, unable to recover for a long time.

Song Ciran noticed Yu Qiuliang's abnormality, and worriedly stretched out his hand in front of his eyes: "What are you looking at? Don't you see a ghost?"

"You just saw a ghost in broad daylight." Yu Qiuliang whispered, "You're an idiot for getting water on me."

Yu Qiuliang was lucky, thinking that Yu Xiasheng would not come to school in the afternoon, so he could skip class smoothly, but when he saw Gu Jia strutting into the classroom, he found that things were not as simple as he imagined.Yu Xiasheng and Gu Jia reached a subtle consensus at some point, Yu Xiasheng didn't have time to stare at Yu Qiuliang, so he found Gu Jia as a foreign aid.Yu Qiuliang looked at the senior with tears in his eyes, with mixed feelings in his heart. He never thought that the senior would help Yu Xiasheng to guard him. It seems that Yu Xiasheng's method of buying people's hearts is extremely clever.

Song Ciran had to go out to move things, and he was away for at least two classes, so Gu Jia sat in Song Ciran's seat, holding his chin and watching Yu Qiuliang do his history homework.Yu Qiuliang was writing and writing, but suddenly he couldn't continue writing. Curiosity drove him to talk to Gu Jia.He looked around and saw the students sleeping or playing or whispering, so he lowered his voice and asked: "Senior sister, didn't he ask me to meet you, why did you let you stare at me again?"

This "he" of course refers to Yu Xiasheng.Gu Jia replied with a sneer: "Just listen to what he said. He often does this. He changes what he said one second the next second. Who knows what he said will remain the same."

"Oh... um." Yu Qiuliang thought for a while, but he couldn't figure out when Yu Xiasheng's words were worthless.Maybe they had known each other for a relatively short time, and he knew very little about Yu Xiasheng's behavior and habits, not as much as Gu Jia.

Yu Qiuliang couldn't think of other topics for a while, so he continued to do his homework under the supervision of his senior sister.With a pair of eyes staring at him closely, he felt uncomfortable and didn't even dare to copy the answers, so he could only answer the history questions meekly and obediently.However, because of Gu Jia's supervision, the efficiency of this class was unprecedentedly high. Yu Qiuliang wrote like a fly, and he finished his history homework before class was over. He looked up at the watch in the class and yawned Just want to get down and sleep.

But Gu Jia stretched out her hand and shook him awake: "It's not over yet, what are you sleeping on?"

"Senior sister, please be accommodating, you go to the second year of high school to find your sister, I will stay here, and I will never skip class. You see, I have finished my homework, and it is not illegal to sleep for a class..." Yu Qiuliang begged for mercy in a low voice. It's too sleepy, I want to get down and have a good sleep.

Unexpectedly, Gu Jia looked at him with a look of a fool, and asked suspiciously, "When did I have an extra sister?"

Isn't Wang Lin her sister?Yu Qiuliang's sleepiness disappeared.He finally remembered what was wrong. It had been more than ten years since Gu Jia died, and according to Wang Lin's age, she was born in the second year of Gu Jia's death.Yu Qiuliang's train of thought was suddenly disturbed, he lay down on the table, emptied his head, and combed through Gu Jia's story from the beginning, trying to find some new clues from it.

But he has no clue.Gu Jia's story is not finished, he doesn't know the ending of the story.

Song Ciran and several other class committee members suddenly appeared at the back door of the classroom with books, and Yu Qiuliang reflexively turned back to look at them.And the moment he turned his head, Gu Jia disappeared suddenly, and he didn't even have time to ask her to continue telling the story.

The third year of senior high school is a huge hell made up of exercise books and exam papers. Yu Qiuliang touched the three sets of newly issued test questions. Their covers were cold, and they probably absorbed a lot of cold air in the corridor.The senior high school students in each class come here in this way-the senior high school is really hard!We have to wait until the day of the college entrance examination to usher in real liberation.However, the college entrance examination is not the end at all, the students still have a long way to go, who knows what terrible things are hidden behind the college entrance examination.

When it was time for evening self-study, the head teacher who had disappeared all day suddenly appeared, and Yu Qiuliang couldn't help being speechless. He was glad that he stayed at school today, and the head teacher didn't find out that he was skipping class.He and Song Ciran looked at each other, spread their hands together, lowered their heads and continued to deal with those difficult homework.The Chinese teacher may be crazy, and he actually left a long dictation today. Although this is not difficult for Qiu Liang, but in order to let Song Ciran help him with the math problem, he took the initiative to do the other party's Chinese homework today.This is really asking for trouble. He originally only needed to write for an hour, but after adding Song Ciran's dictation, his precious two hours were wasted on dictation of the text.

Think of it as practicing calligraphy.Yu Qiuliang thought sadly.

I practiced calligraphy all night long.Today is obviously not the homeroom teacher Ding Wan's self-study, but he doesn't know what kind of style he has, and he always comes to the class.Yu Qiuliang sometimes saw him at the front door of the classroom, and sometimes saw him at the back door of the classroom; finally Yu Qiuliang discovered that the head teacher had never left.When he appeared at the front door, he walked through the back door; when he appeared at the back door, he walked back through the front door.

"Brother Yan is crazy." Yu Qiuliang secretly passed a small note to Song Ciran. He wrote all night, and now the written characters are slightly deformed, but they can still be clearly recognized.

As for Song Ciran's handwriting, after a whole night of honing, it became more and more scribbled.Yu Qiuliang frowned and watched for more than five minutes before he barely recognized what Song Ciran wrote.

Song Ciran said: "He changed classes with the Chinese teacher."

Yu Qiuliang clutched the note, trying to recall when the head teacher said that he would exchange evening self-study with the Chinese teacher.It must have been a temporary decision, he had no memory of it at all.He moved his sore wrist, and wrote a line slowly: "You didn't say anything about changing classes?"

Song Ciran quickly replied to him: "During the first class in the afternoon, the Chinese teacher came to the class and said that you were sleeping, so I didn't hear it."

Yu Qiuliang: "..."

Go to sleep.

Fortunately, he did not skip class in the afternoon.

However, even if he doesn't skip class, he will definitely not be able to finish his Chinese homework at school tonight.He always felt that all the teachers in the class were going crazy. These homework sheets were nothing to look at, but the problem was that the students needed to complete more than one subject.Assuming that the homework of one subject takes half an hour to complete, then the homework of the six subjects adds up to three hours, which is calculated by Yu Qiuliang.

Until the school bell rang, Yu Qiuliang couldn't finish writing Chinese.He quickly glanced at the blackboard, thinking that he might ask Yu Xiasheng for help today.Song Ciran's battle situation was not very good. He looked at Yu Qiuliang apologetically, and whispered, "I can't finish writing at school today. I'll give you the exercise book tomorrow?"

"I haven't finished writing yet... Let's forget about doing our homework tonight." Yu Qiuliang was heartbroken, "I asked my brother to help us write about politics. I think he is good at this."

According to the school's regulations, after the school bell rings for half an hour, the school will close the gate and students are not allowed to stay in the school.Yu Qiuliang originally wanted to procrastinate in class and run out because of the deadline, but he was afraid that Yu Xiasheng would wait too long at the door.It's better to go home first. When I get home, I have plenty of time to do my homework, and I can have one more free helper.

But when Yu Qiuliang asked Yu Xiasheng to help him with his homework, he felt embarrassed.On the way home, he mumbled for a long time, and finally asked a question that had nothing to do with homework.He foolishly asked Yu Xiasheng if Gu Jia had any living relatives, and after hearing this question, Yu Xiasheng showed an indescribable expression.

"Didn't she tell you that she and her mother are the only ones in her house?" Yu Xiasheng took out the keychain from his schoolbag, and swiped his card at the gate of the community to pass the access control.Yu Qiuliang has no time to worry about why Yu Xiasheng knows where he put the key, he only cares about what the other party said now.Gu Jia's only family member is her mother, and she chose to commit suicide because her mother died unexpectedly.It can be deduced from this that Wang Lin is definitely not Gu Jia's biological sister, so this Wang Lin, what is the relationship between her and Gu Jia?

Yu Qiuliang still couldn't hide his words, he was so curious that he wanted to find out as soon as possible what kind of bizarre events happened that year.He tossed the homework he hadn't finished to the sky. Fuck the homework. He just wanted to listen to Yu Xiasheng's storytelling.

"You finish your homework first." Yu Xiasheng put the schoolbag on the bed, unzipped the zipper and took out Qiu Liang's paper from inside.He took a cursory glance and found that none of these papers were mathematics.I don't know if Yu Qiuliang finished copying the math papers at school, or if he didn't plan to deal with the math homework at all.

Seeing the pile of papers filled with test questions, Yu Qiuliang felt a headache: "Too much homework today, can you help me write about politics? If I write it myself, I won't be able to sleep tonight."

"Your uncle may come over at any time. If he sees me doing your homework for you, both of us will be screwed." Yu Xiasheng didn't mean to help Yu Qiuliang, even if Yu Qiuliang couldn't sleep, it had nothing to do with him.Yu Qiuliang was extremely chilled by his attitude of seeing death and not saving him. Yu Qiuliang sighed, muttered about the deteriorating world and people's hearts, and wrote a political topic full of resentment.

When people are in a hurry to do another thing, most of the time they can't do the one they're doing right now.Yu Qiuliang took the lead and drew a bunch of ghostly symbols, all of which were out of shape, like a group of ants dancing crookedly on the paper.After he finished writing, he didn't even know what he was writing, and he was just thinking about it. Anyway, the teacher doesn't accept homework, so it doesn't matter if he writes nonsense.

He was busy working until 11:30, before he finished all those messy exercises. He was about to go to Yu Xiasheng to tell him a story, but suddenly found that he had fallen asleep.Ghosts are also tired?Yu Qiuliang packed his schoolbag, turned off the headlight and climbed into bed, as if he couldn't see clearly, he turned on the small night light beside the bed, watching Yu Xiasheng sleep by the orange light.I have to say that this old ghost is really good-looking. He has been staying in front of the school every day recently, and he has attracted many little girls.

The throbbing of the little girls in adolescence, the lovers in their dreams and the beautiful love in the rumors... Yu Qiuliang hummed and laughed, just about to take a pen to draw on Yu Xiasheng's face, but the latter suddenly opened his eyes .

"I don't sleep at night, why are you humming here? The little pig eats?" Yu Xiasheng slammed the bedside light off, and the whole bedroom was suddenly dark.

"Tell me a bedtime story, brother." Yu Qiuliang was unwilling to spend the night like this, and tried hard to wake up Yu Xiasheng, but the old ghost's waking just now seemed to be a flashback, and now he fell asleep again.Yu Qiuliang couldn't help being discouraged, and plunged into the pillow, and began to give full play to his imagination, adding countless possibilities to the unknown ending.