Qingfeng Lake

On Monday night, when Bi Xin walked to Qingfeng Lake, he couldn't help thinking about the events of that day. Looking at the dark lake, he always felt that an inexplicable person would suddenly appear inside.

It was almost ten o'clock at this time, and there was no one on the shore of the lake.

The light from the street lamps was bright white and did not illuminate very far, with a field of absolute darkness between one lamp and the next.

There are weeping willows planted on the bank, reflected on the lake, shaking gently, like soft human hands stretched out in all directions.

Countless hands twisted and rushed out of the water.

Frightened by his own imagination, Bi Xin couldn't help speeding up his pace, turned a small curved curve, and suddenly saw a white figure standing under the willow tree, the shadow spreading obliquely on the ground.

He couldn't help but exclaimed "ah".

When the man turned around, he was a handsome boy. He frowned first, and then smiled at him.

His heart was still pounding, and he couldn't help complaining to this person: "Classmate, why are you standing here at night, you scared me."

The boy shook the book in his hand and said, "It's quiet here, I'm here to read."

He walked to the edge of the stone table and sat down. The book was spread out, with English letters from beginning to end.

Bi Xin secretly wondered, is this person a top student?

He walked over, sat down too, and asked, "Are you not afraid of sitting here alone?"

The man looked ten lines at a glance. He had already turned two pages while speaking, and said without raising his head, "What are you afraid of? I'm a man."

Bi Xin couldn't hide his words in his heart, so he couldn't help but tell this person what happened that day.

"Let me tell you, I took a video here before. It was a fish. When I went back, I saw a human face in it. I suspect there is something bad in this lake, like a water monkey or something."

The man smiled, raised his head to look at him, and said, "You college student, why are you still so superstitious? You're a water monkey. You're so old that you still believe in this."

After Bi Xin had a conversation with this person, the fear in his heart became much lighter, and he also felt that he was a little suspicious, so he smiled embarrassedly and said, "My name is Bi Xin, from the Academy of Arts, how about you?"

The man said, "My name is Jiang Bei, and I'm from the School of Foreign Languages. The dormitory is over there, Building 8."

"No wonder you are reading here. It's very close to go back. I live in building 12, and I went behind the sixth teaching. I have to climb the seventh floor when I go back."

"What? You're afraid of ghosts, and you still hang out at night."

"No, I went to Qiqi Orphanage to help the students there with their after-school homework. The girls who went with me were all girls, so I didn't go along the way."

"Then do you want me to accompany you?" Jiang Bei asked with a smile.

"That's so embarrassing." Bi Xin stretched out his hand and scratched his head, but looked straight at him, but didn't move away.

Jiang Bei also raised his eyes to look at him, with a funny expression on his face, as if he was about to smile or not.

Bi Xin laughed a few times, closed his book with one hand, and patted him on the shoulder: "Let's go, brother."