When the magic stick summons cute pets

When Wu Xiu was about to deliver a glass of milk to his son at night, he accidentally discovered that the door of his room was locked from the inside.

Knocked on the door and shouted a few times, but seeing no response from inside, Wu Xiu frowned slightly, went back to her room, found the key, opened the door here, glanced into the room and saw Zhao Yizhou wearing dirty clothes Lying on the bed in a daze as if falling asleep.

Carrying the milk, she walked to his bedside, and gently pushed his shoulder: "Xiaozhou? Xiaozhou? Wake up, if you want to sleep, take a shower first, don't sleep here."

Called by Wu Xiu, Zhao Yizhou opened his eyes reluctantly, and his thick glasses slid to the side with his movements, hanging on the bridge of his nose, but his eyes were completely distracted, struggling to look at hers. Looking around in the direction, it seemed that he didn't understand what the other end was saying.

"Mom, I feel bad..."

Wu Xiu was startled when she heard the mumbled babble, she took off his eyes and put them aside casually, then quickly reached out and touched his forehead.Feeling the somewhat scalding temperature under her hand, she couldn't help feeling a little nervous: "It seems that I have a little fever... Wait for Mom to get a thermometer."

She put the milk on the bedside cabinet casually, turned around and walked out.

Zhao Yizhou was lying on the bed at the moment, his eyes slightly open, looking at the glaring lights on the top, without the aid of glasses, everything in front of him felt hazy as if covered by a layer of tulle.The brain seemed to be wrapped in a ball of paste, unable to think, and could only feel that Wu Xiu on the other end rushed towards the house with a thermometer and a basin filled with cold water not long after he went out.

Slightly drooping his eyes, he let Wu Xiu toss about, and the deep sleepiness from before soon came back.Zhao Yizhou felt that the other end was wringing out a wet towel to wipe his face, raised his head slightly, and suddenly asked softly: "Mom, is there someone coming to our house?"

Wu Xiu was slightly taken aback, and said in a strange way: "What?" He washed the towel again, folded it into a block and put it on Zhao Yizhou's forehead, "Xiaozhou, have you started talking nonsense, it's late at night Is anyone coming back to our house?"

He took the thermometer out of Zhao Yizhou's armpit again, and looked at the scale of rising mercury inside against the light: "38:[-]... I really have a fever." Wu Xiu frowned slightly, murmured, and sighed. He took a deep breath, covered Zhao Yizhou with the quilt, and said softly, "Okay, if you are not feeling well, go to rest today, cover the quilt tightly at night, and cover your body with sweat... If you feel uncomfortable again tomorrow, I will take it with you." You go see a doctor."

Standing up again, he turned on the night light by his bedside, picked up the basin, and muttered, "Hey, why did you suddenly have a fever this fine day? Is it because the pressure of studying is too heavy?"

As Zhao Yizhou said, he heard the sound of slippers being pulled on the ground, followed by the soft opening of the door, followed by the "click" sound of turning off the lights and the slight closing sound of the door, and the whole room recovered in an instant. Quiet.

nobody?

Zhao Yizhou struggled to open his eyes and glanced towards the desk. Through the light orange light of the night light, he could vaguely see a petite and slender figure over there.

He thought in a daze: If there is no one, who is it?

When he woke up the next day, it was almost ten o'clock, and both Zhao Zhe and Wu Xiu had already gone to work. He reached out and touched his head. Although he still had a low-grade fever, he seemed to be better than last night. few.

He stretched out his hand to lift the quilt, and saw a cup of honey water and a box of medicine on the bedside, and under the cup was the note that Wu Xiu had left for him.

"The school has asked for leave for you. If you are not feeling well, you can take a good rest at home for a day. If you are really uncomfortable, take antipyretics. If the honey water and breakfast are cold, remember to heat them in the microwave. Mom and Dad will not come back at noon today. Eat, I have already prepared lunch and put it in the refrigerator, remember to eat on time when I wake up. Mom."

Zhao Yizhou's eyes lingered on the "has already asked for leave" for a long time, and then he seemed to finally breathe a sigh of relief, and his whole body relaxed.

His body was still limp and he had no strength, and his throat was burning like fire. He picked up the cup of honey water and drank most of it, feeling that the water flowed down his throat and finally removed most of his restlessness. Get up, pull on the slippers and prepare to go to the bathroom to take a shower.

Although the autumn school uniform on his body was not thick, the long-sleeved trousers were definitely not light and thin, especially when it was mixed with the cool summer uniforms of the whole school, it seemed abrupt and awkward no matter how you looked at it.

Zhao Yizhou took off his clothes, and there was an obvious bruise on his left arm, which looked like a slender branch or a mark left by a pointer.

Probably because two days had passed, and the blood stasis had not been removed, the bruise had now turned black, and the surrounding skin was slightly swollen outwards, which looked a little scary.

Zhao Yizhou pursed his lips, sat on the stool and took off his pants.

On the thighs that normal outsiders couldn't see, the whip marks on it were denser and more exaggerated than those on the arms, intertwined one by one, which looked a bit shocking on his pale skin.

The pain associated with the whipping was second to none, and what made life worse than death was the strong sense of shame when they stripped off their pants in public and whipped them with the pointer.

Zhao Yizhou felt trembling all over when he thought of the scene at that time.

Although he lied to Wu Xiu before that the welt marks on his hands were just the result of being accidentally affected by his classmates fighting him, and he didn't seem to have much doubt on the other end, but how long will he continue to tell such an insincere and full of mistakes? Woolen cloth?

Should he wait until he graduates from junior high school?

Zhao Yizhou stood under the shower and turned on the faucet. The warm water rushed over his body, causing small and sharp pains from the slightly torn wounds on his legs.

But when he graduates, there is still one year... Another year!

No, if this continues, he will go crazy.

Zhao Yizhou covered his face with his hands in despair, since Wu Xiu and Zhao Zhe were not at home at the moment, he could finally not worry about them crying.

Slowly squatting down and shrunk himself into a small ball, letting the water continuously rush down from his head: But if he chooses to transfer schools now, who will they find next to make toys?

Song Xiao?Or other of his friends?

Thinking of this, he couldn't help crying even more.

After taking a bath in the bathroom for a long time, the heat that had already dropped seemed to rise again in an instant.He leaned against the wall and walked out dazedly, and returned to the bedroom after a while.

Obviously the bedroom didn't open the window, but there was a faint cool wind blowing by.

Zhao Yizhou didn't wear glasses when he woke up, and now standing at the door, he felt that the whole world was blurred.He leaned against the door weakly and looked inside with his eyes open. He paused slightly when his eyes fell on the direction of the desk, and then he managed to pull out some memories of last night from his brain that seemed to be stuffed with cotton wool. .

Pulling on the slippers, he walked over slowly and walked around the desk, frowned slightly, recalling the unclear figure of the girl in school uniform, and murmured for a while: "Is it really in the school?" Are you dreaming?"

Shaking his head, he sat down on the bed again.

The hot and cold that emanated from his body made him feel very uncomfortable, and his mouth was dry and he didn't have any appetite at the moment.Feeling the rise in body temperature, he hesitated for a while and took the antipyretics, then set the alarm clock for himself, lay down on the bed, and fell asleep again after a while.

This time he slept a little unsteadily, and he seemed to have a dream in the midst of his sleepiness.

In the dream, he was on the big playground of the school, there was no one else around, it seemed that the students were still in class.He stood there in a daze for a while, and then began to walk forward following his memory.

Walking out of the playground, I walked through classrooms where classes were in progress, and I was wandering aimlessly. Suddenly, there was a faint cry in the air.

He seemed to feel a little strange, looked around, and then walked slowly after looking for the crying sound.

The crying gradually became louder, but it sounded muffled, as if he was covering his mouth with his hand trying not to let the sound pour out—just like he did every night now.

Thinking this way, Zhao Yizhou walked a little closer to the place where the sound came from.

Then half a staircase away, he looked down, and suddenly a long-haired girl in school uniform appeared in his sight.

She sat on the lowest step with her back to him, her whole body curled up together, looking extremely petite.

Zhao Yizhou glanced at the color of the small part of the girl's bow tie protruding from the collar: pink, it should be a first-grade student.He was a little puzzled: shouldn't she be in class at this time, why is she hiding here and crying?

Before he could figure it out, he seemed to feel Zhao Yizhou's approach, the girl's crying stopped abruptly, and then Zhao Yizhou saw her stretching out her hand to support the handrail of the stairs, standing up slowly and looking in his direction come over.

The girl has a very beautiful face, but what is more eye-catching than her appearance is the red palm print on her left cheek.

Zhao Yizhou froze for a moment, feeling that this girl seemed familiar.He opened his mouth, just about to say "... you", but just said one word, his voice was suddenly interrupted by the other end.

"They are here."

She looked over Zhao Yizhou's shoulders and looked behind him, her dark and clear pupils suddenly became a little eerie.The bright red lips opened and closed, and let out a sharp sound.

"—Run."

Zhao Yizhou's whole body trembled, and he suddenly woke up from his dream.

Panting heavily, he slowly propped his body up from the table, picked up the alarm clock and glanced at it.It was 59:1, a minute short of the time he set the alarm to go off.

Panting heavily, he wiped off the cold sweat that was coming out of his head again, and turned off the alarm clock, his mind was still blank for a while.

Outside the house, the crisp doorbell rang suddenly, Zhao Yizhou was stunned, and subconsciously turned his head to look outside the door.

Someone come over?who is it?

Both Zhao Zhe and Wu Xiu have already said that they will not go home today... and even if they come back temporarily, they should have the key, right?

Supporting his still weak body, he got up from the bed, pulled on his slippers and walked towards the door.

The doorbell rang one after another, like a wake-up call.Zhao Yizhou answered "Come here" with a loud voice inside, and then hurriedly walked a few steps under the urging sound of the doorbell, leaned over and opened the door.

However, the moment he opened the door to see the faces of the group of people outside the house clearly, deep horror appeared on his entire face.

"I heard that you are sick, and we are all worried about you."

The boy in school uniform smiled at him: "After a morning's rest, do you miss us, classmate Zhao Yizhou?"

Zhao Yizhou's eyes went dark, and suddenly he felt dizzy.

—The devil is coming.