Aoba Office

Ruan Yuxia shivered and took her hand back to her chest. She suppressed her trembling body, bit her lip, slowly squatted down and shrank her body.

I could feel her pain.

The thing she held in her hand was furry and soft to the touch, but the aura emanating from it was terrifying.

Ruan Yuxia opened her mouth and breathed out silently to calm herself down.

Gradually, she got used to the curse emanating from that thing. She stood up from the ground, staggered twice, then stood firm, and turned back to look at the stall on the roadside.

Tong Shuai is still selling things, with many people looking at it and few buying.

However, after more than half an hour, another girl took out her wallet.

Ruan Yuxia's hand that was clenched into a fist has been loosened. His hands were empty.

She followed suit and once again stole the pendant from the girl who bought it.

This is another ordeal.

When Tong Shuai closed the stall and left, she breathed a sigh of relief and dragged her heavy body towards the school.

There is a garbage room past the back door of the school. Ruan Yuxia should have some understanding of this. She squatted next to the garbage room for a long time, hugging her body. It was not until three or four in the morning that she heard the movement of a car and raised her head.

The garbage truck drove over, and someone got out and opened the door to the garbage room.

Ruan Yuxia walked behind the garbage truck, stretched out her hand, and found a few plush pendants in her palm. When she was about to throw away the pendants, she stopped.

Ruan Yuxia looked at the workers from the Environmental Sanitation Bureau and withdrew her hand.

She watched them busy and didn't mind getting dirty. After the people cleared away the garbage in several large trash cans and closed the door of the garbage room again, she watched the car go away.

Ruan Yuxia stood blankly for a while, looking down at the pendants hanging on her hands. She walked behind the garbage room.

There is a green belt there. The plants are not doing well.

Ruan Yuxia walked deep into the green belt, squatted down, dug a hole with her bare hands, and buried the pendants in it.

Her hands were muddy and dark.

Ruan Yuxia stared at her hands for a while, then stood up slowly and went to the sink next to the garbage room.

The faucet was turned on and water flowed gurglingly. Ruan Yuxia kept rubbing her palms and fingers as if she was rubbing her hands to peel off the skin.

In addition to the feeling of cold water, there is also that ominous aura remaining on my hands. It's like the fishy smell left after handling fish and shrimp. Even after washing it dozens of times, it can't be washed away.

Tears overflowed from Ruan Yuxia's eyes and mixed with the tap water.

She felt sad and sick, like she was sick.

But at night, she went downstairs to the boys' dormitory and waited until Tong Shuai arrived.

Tong Shuai went to his rental house and when he came down, he carried the big cloth bag on his back.

Ruan Yuxia followed expressionlessly.

I don't know how long she will repeat this life.

The dream skipped a lot of content, as if it had been edited by someone, and I only saw messy picture fragments.

In the distance is the bright and dazzling light of a street lamp. Nearby is Ruan Yuxia sitting on the ground.

She curled up her legs, hugged her knees with her hands, held the notebook in her hands, and rested her forehead on the notebook.

I heard her cry.

"sorry……"

Ruan Yuxia's sobs were mixed with vague words.

Many pictures popped up in my mind.

There are several tables of people in the hotel lobby, holding wine glasses, chatting and laughing, including students and people from society. There is also a banner hanging on the wall of the hall, which is the Minqing Jiaotong University Seaside Fellows Association. My vision kept shaking, as if I was looking for something.

In the flash of the picture, I seemed to see a familiar face.

This scene passed quickly.

I returned to the bustling campus, where bustling students were flocking to the dormitory area. It should be the end of the last class of the evening.

Turning around, I saw a figure on the quiet path next to me. The man walked in from outside the school gate and walked on the path without street lights, his steps staggering.

There was a familiar ominous aura about that man.

I seemed to hear the sound of keys and saw a small object falling out of the man's pocket.

Instantly, a name appeared in my mind - Chen Yiqian!

"I'm sorry...I'm sorry..." Ruan Yuxia's voice woke me up from those memories.

She had already discovered that Tong Shuai sold something on the day she was "absent".

"It's not your fault." I blurted out, looking down at the top of Ruan Yuxia's head.

She is much older than me. I wasn't even born when she died.

But at this moment, I seemed to be looking at a little girl, looking at my own sister.

"It's not your fault. You have done a good job. You have done a great job. You have saved many people." I said, reaching out and touching the top of her head.

My hand touched the notebook.

Suddenly, many pictures appeared in front of my eyes.

There was Ruan Yuxia's face, with a confused look, a shy look, a curious look... and then it turned into a boy's face.

That face looked familiar.

Sometimes he was serious and sometimes he yawned.

Sometimes, you can still see him playing with his classmates and showing a big smile.

"Hey, lend me your notes, Ma Guoping!"

The boy's voice made me excited.

I woke up with a start, opened my eyes, and found myself looking at the ceiling of my bedroom.

It was obviously not a scary dream, but my heartbeat was so fast that it felt like my heart was about to jump out of my throat.

Damn...Ma Guoping...

Director Ma? !

I forgot to breathe all of a sudden, and I also forgot about Ruan Yuxia and Tong Shuai.

I grabbed my hair, my mind in a state of confusion.

After a long while, I picked up the phone and opened the call history very skillfully.

In the call list, Wu Ling's name was at the forefront.

"Good morning, Lin Qi." Wu Ling's voice was calm, "Do you know who the owner of the notebook is?"

"Ah..." My mouth was a little dry.

"What's wrong?"

I rubbed my head, "I'm not so sure...but...Ma Guoping...Director Ma of the demolition office who is currently responsible for the overall publicity work...I have never asked about his school before...he..."

I was a little incoherent.

Director Ma's serious face, every time I see it, it seems like someone owes him money. And his eyes, that critical gaze...

Although, everyone has their youth...

No, no, it's not about remembering Director Ma when he was young.

Director Ma of the demolition office got involved with ghosts that Qingye had come into contact with before...

I just felt an inexplicable chill that was refreshing and refreshing.

"The person from your demolition office?" Wu Ling's tone also brought surprise, and he said "Oh" again, "Is it Ma Guoping? I will let Nangong Yao check it out. If it is him, I will send the notebook to his."

"Is this okay?" I hesitated.

"There's nothing wrong with the notebook. Ruan Yuxia is not a ghost. You must be dreaming about her, right?" Wu Ling said.

I was a little disappointed, "Yeah."

I couldn't help Ruan Yuxia with anything.

"Although the time gap is a bit long, it is the best result to be able to fulfill her wish." Wu Ling didn't know whether he was comforting me or simply stating the facts.

I hung up the phone, still feeling a little out of spirits.

However, you still have to go to work.

I arrived at the unit with a strange mood.

Director Ma didn't come today, which made me relieved.

Someone had already guessed it before. (￣▽￣“)