Phantom Skeleton Painting

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Will you see people you don't know in your dreams? After thinking for a while, Lin Banxia replied, "Should there be some?"

Song Qingluo said: "Can you remember his name and appearance?"

Lin Banxia was stunned. In fact, he often dreams a lot, but most of the content in the dream is related to reality. For example, when he is under pressure, he always dreams that he is taking an exam. As for Song Qingluo's dream, there may be people who do not know him, but they almost never see their faces, let alone remember their names ... So Lin Banxia shook his head: "I can't remember."

Song Qingluo uttered.

Lin Banxia hesitated: "Do you know the person who died last night?"

Song Qingluo said: "I shouldn't know."

This answer is very strange, knowing or not knowing, but what is meant by not knowing? The doubts in Lin Banxia's expression were too obvious, and Song Qingluo lightly explained: "I have no intersection with the person I dreamed of in reality. No, to be precise, I don't know this person at all."

Lin Pinxia: "Ah?"

Song Qingluo said: "But we have seen it in a dream, and I can even call out his name."

Lin Banxia was stupid. He felt that Song Qingluo was not the kind of casual joke. That is to say, what he said was true: "Wait, if not, even Qin Xu ..."

"Yes." Song Qingluo confirmed Lin Banxia's doubts. "I dreamed of him."

Lin Banxia did n’t know what to say. This thing was really ridiculous. When he was thinking, Song Qingluo said: "You just told me that it was because the student asked for help before he went to open the door. Right? "

Lin Banxia said, "Yes."

"I have to tell you something." Song Qingluo said.

Lin Banxia said: "What?"

"His death time is in the afternoon." Song Qingluo slowly stated an impossible fact, "so you couldn't even hear someone calling for help ... unless ..."

Lin Banxia said dryly: "Unless the dead can speak."

"Yes." Song Qingluo said, "Unless the dead can speak."

This is an extremely ridiculous conclusion, but Lin Pinxia has not encountered it for the first time.

The day before, he watched Qin Xu's fall and fall, but that night, Qin Xu himself handed the phone to his hand.

Lin Banxia swallowed a bit and felt that things seemed beyond his imagination. No matter how he thought, he seemed to have no way to explain the matter with scientific principles. When excluding other possibilities, there is only one answer-there are ghosts.

Song Qingluo interrupted Lin Banxia's thoughts. He said: "It's time for class, you go back first."

Lin Banxia suddenly realized that it was almost two o'clock in the afternoon. The time he and Song Qingluo seemed to pass was extremely fast. Unconsciously, more than an hour later, he did not even realize it.

"Dine together at night." Song Qingluo said, "I'm waiting for you here."

Lin Banxia hesitated: "But ..."

Song Qingluo interrupted him: "At half past six, I'll see you all-don't let me go find someone in the classroom."

Lin Banxia: "..."

"Go." Song Qingluo waved his hand.

Lin Banxia turned and walked back to the classroom with a little trance. He turned his head and looked out of the window. There was a clear sky outside, just like the weather yesterday. Spring rains should be continuous and mild, but the heavy rains of the previous two days quickly and decisively swept away two lives with the thunder.

The piercing class bell rang, and Lin Banxia saw the teacher walked to the podium and picked up the textbook to explain the next class.

He lowered his head and saw his workbook. The picture in front of him suddenly twisted. When he refocused, the picture just now seemed to be just his illusion.

Dinner time was also spent with Song Qingluo, there was no conversation between them, Lin Banxia actually felt that he was inexplicably in agreement with this male student who had only a few connections. After eating dinner, he came out of the office. When he passed the stairs on the fifth floor, he heard a low weeping accompanied by a low curse.

Lin Banxia remembered that the upper floor was a balcony, which was usually locked. Lin Banxia wondered if something was wrong with her classmates, so she climbed up the corridor for a distance, but just halfway through, she realized that No, the sound became more familiar with the sound-it seemed to be Li Su.

Why is Li Su on the top of the building? ? Lin Banxia hesitantly slowed down, stopped at the corner, quietly leaned over, did not expect to actually see Li Su.

The one who was with Li Su was Li Ye who returned home with Li Su yesterday. Li Su was forced to the corner. Li Ye's tall figure almost covered most of him. Lin Banxia could only see his side Face and shoulders trembling slightly, it seems that Li Ye is bullying Li Su, Li Su sobbing quietly. Seeing this scene, Lin Banxia was shocked, thinking that this was the reason why Li Su did not like Li Ye. This younger brother actually carried his parents to bully his brother at school? ! But don't blame Li Su, after all, Li Ye is so much taller than him, really want to fight, Li Su is not Li Ye's opponent in any way.

Although Lin Banxia believed that the fight was not very good, fortunately his brain was still easy to use, so he thought about it and ran downstairs, shouting with his throat in his voice: "The teacher is here--"

The two above heard Lin Banxia's call. Lin Banxia thought that Li Su would thank him. Who knows he didn't hear Li Su's thank you, but Li Su shouted loudly: "Which king **** called there-- "

Lin Banxia: "..."

Then there was a series of panic voices. Although Lin Banxia didn't know what he did wrong, he also heard anger from Li Su's depressed tone, so he quickly turned around and ran away, hurried back to the classroom , Sitting on the seat, pretending that nothing happened.

After a while, he saw Li Su return to the classroom with a gloomy face, scolding in his mouth, Lin Banxia understood this very well, after all, he had just been beaten up.

"Fuck." When Li Su passed Lin Banxia's seat, he looked at Lin Banxia suspiciously and said, "Lin Banxia, ​​where were you just now?"

Lin Banxia had nothing to do: "Always reading in the seat, what's wrong?"

Li Su said: "I seemed to hear your voice just now." He leaned in front of Lin Banxia and wanted to see from Lin Banxia's eyes, but how to see it, the people in front of him were all innocent , "Have you seen anything?"

Lin Banxia sincerely said: "No, what the **** are you talking about?"

Li Su: "Really?"

Lin Banxia: "No."

Li Su: "Okay." He believed.

Seeing Li Su gone, Lin Banxia quietly wiped the sweat from his heart on his pants, thinking that this Li Su was also beaten and beaten, so he was afraid of being seen by others, so Li There are very few students of Ye's height who can beat him in the whole school. Alas ... It seems that the students who have been mixed up this year are not easy ...

In the evening after class, in order to prevent himself from being harassed by Li Su again, Lin Banxia hurried back to the dormitory, read the book for a while, and went to bed.

He was lying on the bed, but he remembered the questions Song Qingluo asked him during the day, and fell asleep. I don't know if he has dreams every day, but he really had a strange dream.

The dream is that Lin Banxia is in an unfamiliar empty room with only one bed and a cabinet, and nothing else. He lay on the bed and heard someone knocking on the door, yelling his name constantly. He was forced to get up from the bed, trying to open the door for the man, and when he walked to the living room, he saw the view from the window. Although it was daytime, the sky was covered with overcast clouds, and the whole world was bathed in the shadows created by the clouds, and looked up like the end of the world. The person with his name at the door still patted the door hard, and Lin Banxia saw the outside through the cat's eyes.

It was an unknown person. He was constantly flapping the door panels and screaming: "Quick leave here, leave here quickly-Lin Banxia, ​​come back soon-"

Lin Banxia was startled in his heart and heard another voice. He turned his head and saw that the dark clouds on the sky outside were getting thicker and thicker, as if the sky were to be covered like this. In front of the window, I do n’t know when a person with his back facing him, Lin Banxia recognized his back suddenly, it was Song Qingluo—

Song Qingluo turned to look at Lin Banxia, ​​stretched his finger to make a silent gesture to Lin Banxia, ​​and then fell straight down towards the back, Lin Banxia saw this scene dizzy, It was too late to rush to stop him, so he watched Song Qingluo fall out of his window from his front ...

"Don't--" Lin Banxia yelled in horror. He didn't know why he was so scared, but the feeling was as if his brain exploded at once. He almost ran to the window with a crawl. He leaned out of the body and wanted to grab Song Qingluo, but when he leaned out of the body and looked out of the window, he found a sea of ​​clouds rolling under the window. The sea of ​​clouds was like a tide, turbulently stirred. At the position where Song Qingluo jumped down, he saw below the sea of ​​clouds-a row of dense buildings, which seemed inexplicably familiar.

"Song Qingluo, Song Qingluo--" Lin Banxia cried out his name with a loud hissing.

Despair swept Lin Banxia. In his trance, he vaguely realized that he was dreaming, but how did he wake up? How can we wake up from this nightmare? At this moment, Lin Banxia actually saw the birth of clouds, and Song Qingluo, who should have fallen, reappeared. He stood among the clouds, with a light posture like a soft feather, aimed at Lin Banxia Waving, beckoning lightly: "Banxia, ​​come here."

Before Lin Banxia responded, he felt that someone pushed himself behind him. As soon as his eyes were black, he just fell off.

A strong sense of weightlessness hit Lin Banxia, ​​he gasped and woke up from a dream.

The top of the head was a mottled ceiling, and the thin bed of the dormitory was underneath. Lin Banxia was sweating and trapped in the darkness, breathing violently. He didn't know what time it was, the window was still black, and he wanted to come to dawn, there will be a long time.

Lin Banxia reached out and wiped his face, feeling cold sweat in one hand. Because of this dream, Lin Banxia had a little insomnia in the middle of the night, and he could not fall asleep in the bed, but he found that he could n’t sleep more than one in the dormitory. After a while, he heard the rustling below, and found out At first glance, it was found that a roommate named Jiang Xin was pouring water underneath.

"Can't you sleep?" Lin Banxia asked quietly.

"Well." Jiang Xin said, "I had a dream."

"Nightmare?" Lin Banxia asked.

"Not counting." Jiang Xin answered a little vaguely. He looked up and looked at Lin Banxia. I wonder if Lin Banxia was too sensitive. He always felt that his eyes looked a little different from peacetime. By the time Lin Banxia wanted to ask again, he had climbed into bed and wrapped his body under the quilt.

Until dawn, Lin Banxia hardly fell asleep, ushered in the morning between half a dream and half awake.

It's a fine weather again, and there is no need for class today on Sunday. Students can get a rare lazy sleep. Unfortunately, Lin Banxia remembered the dream in his heart, did not sleep well, and woke up early. I was also worried about disturbing my roommates in the same bedroom. After a simple wash, I went out with my schoolbag on my back and planned to do homework and study in the classroom.

Today ’s day school students are not used for school, so the whole school is much quieter than usual. Lin Banxia walked to the teaching building and did not see a few people, but fortunately the classroom door was open, maybe there were classmates before Arrived first, Lin Banxia walked in, but did not see anyone, the whole classroom was empty. He walked to his seat, put down his schoolbag and began to do his homework seriously.

The spring sun is always very pleasing, and it shines warmly on people. Lin Banxia finished his English homework and felt a little tired. He raised his eyes and looked out of the window. His position was just in the direction of the playground. The lively playground on weekdays was also deserted at this time, but Lin Banxia noticed that there was a person lying on the lawn of the playground, who was languidly basking in the sun-it was Song Qingluo he dreamed of last night .

I do n’t know if it was because of that strange dream. When Lin Banxia looked at Song Qingluo again, he was inexplicably a little uncomfortable. His pen was unconsciously scribbling on the book, trying to get his attention back, but Yu Guang could n’t help himself Went towards Song Qingluo.

He looks really good, Lin Banxia thought, this is probably what he has seen, the best looking boy.

Song Qingluo didn't know anyone was watching him. He seemed to be in a deep sleep, and he didn't move for a while. Lin Banxia suddenly seemed to have lost his gaze, and quickly withdrew his gaze, but when he looked back at his draft, his expression stiffened, and found that he had unintentionally written many Song Qingluo names on the book.

Looking at Song Qingluo's three large characters, he was almost covered with his own draft. Lin Banxia's ears were slightly hot. Fortunately, he didn't have any around, so he pretended to tear the page off. He wanted to throw it away, but his hands were stretched out, and he remembered that there was Song Qingluo's name on it, so he hesitated for a moment, then folded it carefully and stuffed it into the middle of his schoolbag.

Song Qingluo basked in the morning sun. At about 12 o'clock, Lin Banxia looked over and found that others were gone.

Almost at lunch time, Lin Banxia wanted to go to the cafeteria to solve lunch.

However, as soon as Lin Banxia walked out of the classroom, he heard the ringtone of the mobile phone at the end of the corridor. He is familiar with this sound, and once heard it on Qin Xu's cell phone. At that time, the cell phone was supposed to be from Song Qingluo. Why did it suddenly ring? Is Song Qingluo in the corridor?

Thinking about this, Lin Banxia walked a few steps towards the side of the corridor. Before reaching the end, he saw a person appearing on the other side of the corridor. That was Jiang Xin, a roommate who couldn't sleep with Lin Banxia last night. At this time, he appeared in front of Lin Banxia, ​​holding a mobile phone that should belong to Qin Xu in his left hand, and was making a phone call in an angry tone.

Lin Banxia wanted to ask him where he got the phone, but he noticed what he was holding in his right hand-a fruit knife that he didn't know touched from there.

Jiang Xin shouted loudly at the phone, and the other hand waved the blade in his hand exaggeratedly. He looked crazy like a lunatic. Fortunately, Jiang Xin seemed to turn a blind eye to Lin Banxia and growled in his mouth: "Liar, Liar, you liar— "He blushed," You ’re lying to me, right? How could it be, how could-- "

Lin Banxia was frightened by his appearance, and could not help but retreat a bit, he did not retreat, he moved, but instead caught Jiang Xin ’s attention, Jiang Xin glared at Lin Banxia fiercely, Lin Banxia found out that he was crying. Although his eyes were fierce, his tears were not fake, and he almost exaggerated the whole face, which made him look terrible and terrifying.

"Is that what you said is true?" Jiang Xin asked again.

Lin Banxia knew he was not asking himself, but the person over the phone.

"Then I should always try." Jiang Xin said, "Who will try it?" When he said this, his eyes stayed on Lin Banxia.

"Hahaha, hahaha." I don't know what was said on the phone, Jiang Xin laughed again, and the laughter was terrible, "I don't have the kindness that you have, I can't do it like you ..."

He said that the pace under his feet kept on, and the distance from Lin Banxia was getting closer and closer. Lin Banxia realized that something was amiss and just stepped back and bumped into the person behind him. He turned his head in amazement, and found that Song Qingluo stood behind him somehow, looked down at him, and said softly, "What happened?"

"He ..." Lin Banxia hesitated. "He seemed ..." He had wanted to say that Jiang Xin was not right. When he looked back again, he found that Jiang Xin was no longer crazy. Jiang Xin's expression calmed down, even Hidden the blade in his hand behind him, his eyes fixed on Song Qingluo behind Lin Banxia. Only this time, the maliciousness in his eyes turned into vigilance and panic, as if the person with the knife had become Song Qingluo.

"Where did your phone come from?" Song Qingluo asked.

"I, I picked it up by the road." Jiang Datong said.

Song Qingluo looked at him without speaking, his eyes slightly colder.

Jiang Xin looked at Song Qingluo, but as if he saw a monster, he shivered all over and stammered: "Yes, I'm sorry."

Song Qingluo said: "Qin Xu is your friend?"

Jiang Xin was stunned.

"I remember your relationship is very good." Song Qingluo said, "Although not in the same class, but tired of being together all day, he died, are you sad?"

Jiang Xin gritted his teeth. Although he did n’t answer, his tears spilled out again uncontrollably, and a beast-like whimper came out of his throat. There seemed to be a painful part of it, but he had to suppress that feeling stiffly The whole person's emotions are falling apart.

Song Qingluo didn't force him to ask him any more, reached out to him, and motioned him to give the phone to himself.

Jiang Xin was reluctant. He couldn't say anything he refused. He took a deep breath and was very reluctant to give Qin Xu's cell phone to Song Qingluo.

"Also." Song Qingluo said, "Knife."

Jiang Xin froze.

Song Qingluo said: "You scared him."

Jiang Xin reacted for a while before realizing that Song Qingluo's mouth was Lin Banxia standing next to him. He was not very familiar with Lin Banxia. Even before, it seemed that he just remembered that the name of this classmate was wrong After hesitating for a while, he still didn't refuse Song Qingluo's request, and gave Song Qingluo the knife in his hand.

"Go." Song Qingluo said to him.

Jiang Xinru, who heard these two words, was pardoned and ran away without looking back, leaving Song Qingluo and Lin Banxia standing silently in the corridor.

Lin Banxia thought the whole thing was very strange. From the death of Qin Xu, it seemed that there was a sense of disobedience all around. This sense of violation is erratic and can only be discerned from some strange details. He even made him wonder if he was thinking too carefully.

"Why is the phone in Jiang Xin's hand?" Lin Banxia asked.

"I put it in the drawer of the office." Song Qingluo said, "According to normal circumstances, he should not get it."

Lin Banxia said: "But he got it."

Song Qingluo said: "So this is not the normal situation." He glanced at Lin Banxia, ​​"Where did you hurt?"

"No." Lin Banxia shook his head.

"Come on, just for lunch." Song Qingluo said, "I told you on the road."

Lin Banxia originally thought he was going to the office for dinner. Who knew Song Qingluo took him to the school gate. Lin Banxia asked him where he was going. Song Qingluo said, "Go eat what you like most."

Lin Banxia thought about how he knew what he liked the most. When he saw Song Qingluo walking towards a small shop on the roadside, he was surprised: "How do you know ..."

Song Qingluo said: "Listen to the truth or falsehood?"

Lin Banxia said: "To be honest."

Song Qingluo: "Dreamed in dreams."

Lin Banxia said helplessly: "What is that lie?"

Song Qingluo: "Guess."

Lin Banxia thought to you if it was the opposite. Guess it should be more reliable than a dream, but he remembered the strange dream he had done last night, and Jiang Xin ’s strange reaction. Silent.

Song Qingluo walked into the shop, looked at the menu, reached over the table and shouted, "Boss."

The boss is a middle-aged man, came over and smiled and asked what to eat.

"Give me a beef rice noodle." Song Qingluo ordered himself and looked at Lin Banxia. "Give him a rice noodle-all the ingredients are added again."

Lin Banxia suddenly froze, he really likes the taste of this rice noodle, but the only thing he has eaten is only the plain rice noodles that he didn't add. The whole rice noodles he hadn't thought about, he was flattered and thought quickly. To refuse.

Song Qingluo seemed to have guessed what he was going to say, without raising his head: "No talking, sit down, and eat well." He raised his eyes, and his eyes were picky, "Be fat ...." I didn't finish it, only a light smile of unknown meaning.