girlfriend's brother

After a long time, Zhou Hui thought she was asleep, so she raised her eyes and looked at him: "I heard my sister mentioned you, saying that you are Xiao Nuan's object."

"Hmm. Why..." Zhou Hui nodded in confusion, not knowing why he suddenly told him this.

"Can I trust you?" The old lady's eyes were dim.

"Of course. Would you like to tell me? What happened during this period has anything to do with Song Han?"

Zhou Hui squatted in front of her and put his palm on the back of the old man's hand.He needs to know the truth about Song Nuan's tragic death.

"When Xiaohan was about 14 years old, my sister noticed that he no longer came home on time, no longer devoted himself to learning what they arranged, and rarely communicated with others. They thought that his rebellious period had come, and they knew that their demands were too much. Strict, so they relaxed their control over him. But gradually, my sister and brother-in-law found that something was wrong with him, so one day, after Xiao Han went out, they sneaked into his room... and saw that they never wanted to see him for the rest of their lives s things."

"what!?"

"I don't know, neither of them said anything." The old lady shook her head.

"Then what did these things make them discover?"

The old lady hesitated for a moment, licked her dry lips, turned her palms around the head of the cane, and said, "He doesn't like girls..."

"It's just...just like that?"

Zhou Hui's tense nerves suddenly relaxed. He thought it was some big secret. He thought the old lady would tell him that Song Han was actually a girl, or something from outside the sky.

He didn't like girls until he was 16, until he established a relationship with Song Nuan.

"He's in love with boys."

"what??"

Zhou Hui stared at the old lady's mouth, suspecting that he was hallucinating.

The old lady suddenly shifted her gaze to somewhere on the second floor, and said coldly: "How could the Song family allow such a thing to happen? Starting from Xiaohan's great-grandfather, the Song family has a prominent family background and has been passed down for several generations. How could they allow this to happen?" Such a descendant who violates the secular ethics?"

The old lady stared fixedly into the distance, her eyes were full of haze, Zhou Hui suddenly felt scalp numb.

"so what……"

"Not long after, they sent him abroad. As for how to 'treat' him, no one knows except the couple." The old lady got up and put the photo back in place, with her back to Zhou Hui, "After that, it was A few months ago, I only found out that he was in a car accident."

"Car accident? Where?"

"After many years, my sister called me and told me very happily that Xiaohan finally returned to normal. In the past few years, he studied, worked, and socialized, just like all normal boys, even better than other boys. Excellent. My sister and brother-in-law thought they could finally hand over the family business to their only son as they wished, but unfortunately..."

When the old lady said this, her eyes shone with a strange brilliance. It couldn't be said that it was ridicule...or pleasure?

"Unfortunately, on a certain day, Xiaohan heard some news from nowhere, suddenly went crazy, dropped everything and ran back to the country. After returning home, he drove out without any explanation or listening to anyone's persuasion. I did. I ended up speeding and got into an accident.”

……died.

Although he was very surprised, after all, he and Song Hansong had never met or even spoken to each other. Zhou Hui regained his composure after a slight unseen turmoil stirred up in his heart.He turned around and went to the second floor by himself, the old lady's voice sounded behind him: "Do you want to ask, is the death of my sister's family related to Xiao Han?"

"What do you know?" Zhou Hui turned around and asked.

The old man shook his head: "I don't know, but I hope he did it. My sister and brother-in-law have done a lot of wrong things, and he has suffered too much. His closest relatives are all dead, maybe... I am also the next one. one."

He stepped up the stairs: "I have experienced a lot of strange things recently, do you believe in ghosts?"

"I would rather there be ghosts in the world, so that Xiaohan and my dead husband can come back to visit me."

The old lady said while looking at the dolls in the album.

"You should know. You know that there are things in this world that we can't believe, and that your 'Xiaohan' has indeed returned..." Zhou Hui picked up a photo in the corner.

The person in the photo is about 20 years old, wearing a bachelor's cap, and facing the camera indifferently.He had seen that face on the day of the Song family's funeral, the lunatic who smiled and handed him flowers in front of the mourning hall.

He stared at the old lady's back, and found that her back shook suddenly, and couldn't help but feel sorry for her, there is no longer her close relative in this world.Everything I own has disappeared into this world.Zhou Hui knew that he was walking towards the old man's fate step by step.

"Believe me, he won't hurt anyone anymore, and he won't do anything to you." The old lady said in a trembling voice.

"He even killed his own parents, and would he let others go?" Zhou Hui smiled feebly, "But why did he kill them, but let them live like living people. What exactly is he trying to cover up?"

The old lady didn't answer, and walked towards the door on crutches.

Half of what the old lady said made people choke, Zhou Hui had no choice but to go upstairs to get things.

Fortunately, the room the old man pointed out earlier was not the one where Song Nuan lived, otherwise Zhou Hui would not have dared to go in. Horrible memories are sometimes a vortex that can plunge one into darkness, and he is not sure that he can climb out.

The room he went to was a few rooms away from Song Nuan's.When passing by Song Nuan's room, Zhou Hui lowered his head subconsciously, his internal organs tangled together, reminding him of the horrible and sad scenes that happened

Pushing open the door, he recognized the furnishings of this room, this is Song Han's room.

The things in the room didn't move at all, they were still those few pitiful things.

I don't know why I put Song Nuan's things in this room, since he came in, I feel uncomfortable all over.

Song Nuan's relics were just some of her usual things, and they were placed on the only table in the middle of the room. Zhou Hui walked quickly, took all the things in his arms, turned around and was about to go out.

But when he turned around, he seemed to see something behind the bookshelf, which looked like a human face.

"Damn it, I have gods on top of my head and the King of Hades under my feet. I don't believe that I can be scared to death by ghosts."

To embolden him, Zhou Hui cursed.

It is said that ghosts are most afraid of men with strong blood, full of yang and full of blood.Let's suppress him first.He thought in his heart not to be cowardly, but he still stopped and stayed where he was, not daring to look back.

If it was before, Zhou Hui would not be afraid, because he firmly believes that there are no ghosts in this world, and everything can be explained by science.But after so many things, Zhou Hui gradually discovered that there are really ghosts in this world.

Liang Jing, Song Nuan, Song's father, Song's mother...

He believes that the things he sees are real.

He took a deep breath, walked around to the side of the bookshelf in two steps...

Nothing at all.

There was only this half-open book on the shelf. The pages had turned yellow and stood upright like a human face when blown by the wind.

The bookshelf is about a step away from the wall, and people can still walk in between.Zhou Hui walked in and closed the book.

"Ah!!!"

After the book is closed, there is an empty space in the middle of the bookshelf.

In that crack, Zhou Hui saw a head hanging low, with a pair of thick black eyelashes trembling slightly.

He was a boy about thirteen or fourteen years old, with exquisite facial features and bright black eyes, staring motionlessly at something in his hand.

The wind was blowing from the window, the boy's hair fluttered gently, and the orange-yellow sunlight shone on his fair side face, showing a translucent strange effect.

Zhou Hui looked at the boy for a while, and then suddenly remembered something. He looked around blankly, and found that the surroundings had changed.The originally empty room has now been filled with some furniture, but the shelves full of books and clean beds remain unchanged—this is still the original room.

The kid was still looking down at something on the other side of the bookshelf.

Inexplicably, he came to someone else's room, and Zhou Hui was a little afraid that the person would suddenly look up.He couldn't help swallowing, and wanted to sneak away, but just after taking a step, he suddenly heard a "bang", the child closed the book in his hand heavily, and put the book in the space on the shelf.

His eyes are beautiful, between peach blossom eyes and almond eyes, and the bright black pupils are slowly dilated.Zhou Hui's eyes widened, and he met the other's eyes, not sure if the other party saw him, because he was now sure that he was in a dream or in a non-existent environment.

The reason why he was so sure was that the child opposite was the young Song Han.He cannot appear in reality.

The young Song Han just put the book back on the shelf, ignored Zhou Hui, took another book from the other side of the shelf, turned and left.Zhou Hui subconsciously scanned where he was holding the book. There was a row of comic books on it, a series, and the one he took away was the ninth book.

Although Song Han was only about thirteen or fourteen years old at this time, this comic book is obviously more suitable for children under 10 years old to read.However, Zhou Hui sneered when he thought that the serious and indifferent person he saw in his childhood made him afraid, but in private he liked to read comic books.

Zhou Hui poked his head out from behind the bookshelf, and saw the boy wearing a high school white uniform, lying lazily on the bed, with his hands across his face reading with great relish.

The scene in front of him was so real, he touched the fluff on the pages of the book, and even smelled the fragrance wafting in the room.He stood there, not daring to come out in a fair manner.Just as Zhou Hui was hesitating, the child suddenly put down his book and stood up. After walking to the door, he turned his head and looked in his direction.

Zhou Hui felt that he was deliberately leading him to look at something, and ran over curiously.

He passed through the rooms, and the white figure in front of him was faint, but he couldn't catch up.

After walking for a few minutes, Zhou Hui became a little bored and muttered that he was a big man playing hide-and-seek with a child here.He glanced at the white figure that was gradually disappearing at the end of the corridor, turned and walked back.

After turning around, Zhou Hui found that the surrounding scenery had completely changed.

What I was in was no longer in the house just now, but outside the window of a classroom.He was surprised to find that the white-clothed boy who led the way just now was lying on the classroom window, holding the window pole with both hands, looking inside, with a very focused expression.Zhou Hui walked behind him and followed his line of sight to look in——

Small heads in the classroom are hanging down, or taking notes, or dozing off, or whispering.Standing on the podium was a middle-aged male teacher with a familiar face, who was eloquently lecturing.Zhou Hui followed his head and looked up. On the corner of the blackboard was written "Schedule of Class 3, Grade [-]".

"I'm in class 3 in the first grade of junior high..."

Zhou Hui scanned those shaking little heads, and suddenly felt that the scene was extremely familiar. He opened his eyes in disbelief: Isn't the teacher on the podium the head teacher of his junior high school?Those students, every scene and object in the classroom are all the same as they are in my memory.

"get out of class off!"

"goodbye teacher!"

Zhou Hui was suddenly attracted by the immature voices of children, and the little kid who shouted "get out of class" was himself.The dark and swarthy child who was at the same table with the young Zhou Hui mumbled and walked quickly while stuffing things into the schoolbag. Zhou Hui took a closer look, and that child was the miniature version of Liang Jing.His irritable temper and mouth curling behavior have not changed after many years.

The young Zhou Hui randomly stuffed textbooks into his schoolbag, zipped it up and swung it on his back, and walked out with Liang Jing swaggeringly.

The young man also followed the two young people towards the school gate.

Zhou Hui didn't keep up. He knew very well where he would go after school at night. He just went to a small bookstore on the street to read comic books, and then went home to have dinner with his mother.

He turned and walked back, only to find that the scene had changed again.

He was standing on a street, surrounded by noisy hawkers, and a pair of children crossing their shoulders were walking past him. He recognized that it was his older self, probably already in the third grade of junior high school.It was Liang Jing who hung shoulders and shoulders with him, and he had the best relationship with Zhou Hui when he was a child.He looked carefully at Liang Jing's slightly childish face, his nose sore.

Zhou Hui followed the backs of the two quarreling figures, and as he walked, he suddenly saw Xiao Liang Jing turning around and smiling at himself.He froze in place for a moment, he was pretty sure he was smiling at himself.

how come?

He suddenly remembered, where is he now?People came and went on the street, and even passed through his body.

Liang Jing in the distance and his young self were about to disappear at the corner of the street. He ran to chase after him. As he ran, the surrounding scenery suddenly changed, and he returned to the empty room.