In my trance, the man in white suddenly waved his hand to me. Suddenly, a strong gust of wind hit me. A person of my size was actually blown back several steps by the wind. After a while, the wind stopped again. I looked closely and saw that the man had already disappeared without a trace.
I moved forward curiously. The city gate was slightly opened, and suddenly someone coughed a few times behind me.
I turned around suddenly, only to see a stooped old woman staring at me closely. She was sallow and thin, her eyes were sunken, and her hair was messy.
She held a bowl of soup with a faint aroma in her withered hands, and gradually came closer to me.
"Drink it. After you drink it, you will forget everything." She stretched the bowl in front of me and said in a hoarse voice.
I immediately realized that this person might be Mrs. Meng. I pushed her hand away out of instinct, but I didn't expect it to be too strong. The bowl accidentally fell to the ground, and the steaming soup splashed all over the old woman. She shouted angrily: "If you don't eat the toast, you will be fined!" After saying this, she clapped her hands, and many little ghosts in white birthday suits appeared around her. The skin of those little devils looked like it had been painted with white paint, which was very eye-catching. Their cheeks were painted with blush, and their lips were bright red, which was indescribably weird.
My legs were so frightened that I fell to my knees before I could run away. I tried my best to hold myself up, but was forced down by an invisible force. I sighed helplessly. My left and right arms were tightly held by the two brats. Seeing that the old woman was about to step forward, I struggled desperately.
"You should follow the path of the human world in the human world, and you must follow our rules in the underworld." The old woman said as she conjured up a bowl of soup that was the same as before. Her vicious look suddenly reminded me of Grandma Rong in "Huanzhugege" who pricked the little swallows and crape myrtle with needles.
She forced the soup into my mouth. The soup was so bitter at first that I almost vomited. But when the soup was about to reach the bottom of the bowl, it became extremely sweet. After I was fed a large bowl of soup, they dragged me into the city gate. Unfortunately, I didn't see what the city looked like, so I fell into a drowsy sleep.
When I opened my eyes again, I saw a white ceiling. That dream couldn't be more real. There seems to be a trace of sweetness left in my mouth. The alarm clock also rang at this time. When I looked, it was already half past six in the morning.
I rubbed my sleepy eyes and opened the curtains, only to see a dark place outside. Maybe it’s approaching winter and the sun is getting later and later.
I got dressed and walked to the bathroom. When I reached out to get the toothpaste, I felt a slight chill on my wrist. I took a closer look and saw that there was a long, thin and zigzag red line on the wrist of my right hand, and a section of the red line was slightly curved, much like it was drawn with a red pen. I thought it was nothing serious, just wash it with water and it would be fine. Unexpectedly, after a long time, the red line was not washed away, but the whole wrist was rubbed red. In my panic, I heard my mother reminding me that I was going to be late for school, so I simply stopped washing in my hurry. Anyway, no one saw me wearing long sleeves.
Because I wasted too much time washing up, I didn't have time to have breakfast at home, so I had to take a bag of bread and a carton of milk from home.
"When I saw you, I knew I was not too late today." As soon as I entered the school gate, a smiling Chang Lan chased me from behind.
I smiled helplessly at her: "But today, I'm really late."
As soon as I finished speaking, the school bell rang appropriately. Chang Lan and I ran all the way and arrived at the classroom in one breath. Fortunately, the head teacher hasn't come to inspect it yet, otherwise it would be over.
"Look at you two, you are sweating all over." Yu Siqi said with a smile.
Chang Lan stuffed her schoolbag into the table and said with lingering fear: "It's not that I ran away, but that I was scared. If Lao Ban catches us, we will be doomed."
Li Wan has become increasingly silent these days. Her eyes as clear as water seemed to be filled with sorrow.
Finally, when get out of class was over, I couldn't sit still and asked her with concern: "Are you worried about anything these days?"
She smiled bitterly and said nothing.
She probably won't tell me. However, I vaguely feel that this has a lot to do with Xiang Zhichuan. Ever since Xiang Zhichuan came to see her on the day of the sports meeting, she seemed to have become sentimental.
No, I'm going to ask Xiang Zhichuan. This guy might make Li Wan unhappy.
After the evening self-study get out of class, I asked Li Wan to leave first and I stayed in the classroom. Xiang Zhichuan always stays in the classroom after school to do homework. After I waited for everyone in the classroom to leave, I walked to him aggressively: "What did you say to Li Wan that day?"
He suddenly raised his head, looked at me with some surprise, and then replied: "Nothing."
"Is it because of that letter?"
He paused and said with some confusion: "You know everything?"
I wanted to continue asking, but suddenly a figure flashed over.
Han Wanting asked us with a smile: "Are you chatting? It seems that I came at the wrong time."
"You came just in time. I want to explain that if it is a love letter, it must not have been written by Li Wan."
"Is this why you are so angry?" Han Wanting asked jokingly.
"Listen to my explanation, this is not what Li Wan and I were talking about that day." Xiang Zhichuan waved his hand, a little anxious.
"What's that?"
Xiang Zhichuan hesitated to speak. From the corner of my eye, I saw that Han Wanting had just pulled the corner of Xiang Zhichuan's clothes.
"It's best not to meddle in other people's business." After Han Wanting said that, he pulled Xiang Zhichuan away.
"You..." I gritted my teeth and looked at his leaving back.
After many days, I found that Li Wan was in a much better mood. I also secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Because I don't want my friends to be wronged.
"Do you know that Wang Ming?" Yu Siqi asked suddenly when get out of class was over.
"What's wrong?" I looked at her anxiously.
"It seems he's back."
"Impossible! How can the dead be resurrected?" I questioned.
"If you don't believe it, you can ask someone in his class. He is really back." Yu Siqi said excitedly.
But I clearly saw his ghost coming to me to burn something...
I learned about Wang Ming's class from Yu Siqi. His academic performance was top-notch and he was placed in the school's only elite class. Elite class? Wait, Lin Jie is in this class too! Then I can ask him.
After the evening self-study class, I hurried to the door of the elite class. They are in a classroom in another building. Although the classroom is not big, it is fully equipped with everything. It is simply a luxury classroom.
I stood at the door and looked inside. As a result, many people inside did not leave, and most of them were immersed in writing questions. I waited at the door for almost ten minutes before people came out one after another.
Before I saw Lin Jie, I heard someone calling me. When I turned around, I saw Lin Jie's surprised face.
His hair seemed to have not been cut for a long time, and it became more and more delicate like a girl. I almost didn't recognize it at first.
"Lin Jie, I have something to ask you."
He nodded slightly.
"Is Wang Ming from your class back?"
"Hmm. Why did you mention him?" Lin Jie looked at me with interest.
"Because of curiosity." It was indeed because of curiosity. Because Wang Ming is dead, how could he come back? For a person who jumped from such a high place, the chance of survival is close to zero, and his ghost even came to see me. Could it be that this Wang Ming is fake?
Lin Jie raised his lips and smiled. He lowered his head and said in a low voice, "Is it because you think you don't have enough homework?"
I was a little at a loss when he looked at me, and I felt like my face was burning.
Lin Jie saw that I was silent and thought I was angry. He smiled softly: "Let's go, I'll take you home."
Before I could refuse, he dragged me away.
The moonlight is beautiful tonight, and a breeze will blow from time to time. In all my life, no boy has ever sent me home. So I feel a little embarrassed. I also hope that it is best not to meet that annoying Han Wanting, otherwise he will talk too much again.
We walked one behind the other, some distance from each other, but not very far.
When he was almost home, he suddenly turned around and asked meaningfully: "Do you think there are ghosts in this world?"
I was stunned for a few seconds, and then said with a smile: "What age are we in, and we still practice feudal superstition. There are no ghosts in the world."
He didn't ask further. I'm also glad that I reacted quickly.
"When did Wang Ming come back?" I asked.
"Probably last week."
I was lost in thought. Lin Jie said that Wang Ming came back last week, but why did I suddenly think of Zeng Ke's bloody face?
"Has he done anything unusual recently?" I asked again.
"No. I usually don't pay much attention to him. But you seem to care about him very much." He looked at me, and I looked at him.
The lonely moon above my head is like the name of a poem.
Within a few seconds of looking at each other, I looked away in panic: "No. I'm just curious."
He said nothing. Finally arriving under a maple tree at the gate of the community, he slowed down. I was about to say goodbye to him, but he stopped me. After a few seconds of silence, he slowly said: "The moonlight is so beautiful tonight."
I smiled and raised my head to look at the moon. It was indeed beautiful. The bright moonlight flows all over the place, both true and false, like a dream or an illusion. I suddenly felt that everything started to become hazy. That kind of emotion is very subtle. It seems that a long time ago, someone said this to me under this moonlight. Maybe it's because I've had too many dreams and can't tell the difference between real and fake. So much so that it felt like I had experienced a similar scene a long time ago.
"It's getting late, thank you for taking me home." I smiled at him.
He lowered his eyes and smiled, extremely tenderly. Then he suddenly stretched out his slender fingers towards me. I reacted quickly and dodged directly.
"What do you want to do?"
"There's something on your face." Lin Jie retracted his hand in embarrassment.
"Oh. I understand. It's getting late. You should go home quickly. Be careful on the road."
"Goodbye." A trace of loneliness flashed in his eyes.
The moment he turned around, I seemed to see a figure under the streetlight not far away. When I locked my eyes there, I saw nothing.
Maybe something ghost passed by just now. I was not surprised, so I turned around and went home quickly.
The first thing I did when I got home was to look in the mirror, but there was nothing on my face in the mirror.
