he is under the bed

Recently, Xia Xianqing discovered that he was not so afraid of being alone at home, nor was he so afraid of the dark.

Although he still couldn't sleep, his mood was very calm.

He no longer cares about the strange sounds at home, his heartbeat will not speed up when he stares at a dark, invisible place, and he doesn't feel like when he wonders if there will be hands stretched out from the sofa to drag his feet. what is there to care about

He even looked forward to it a little bit, because if, if these things really have a slight possibility of existence

Could there be such a chance that it has something to do with Ning Song?

Xia Xian hugged the quilt lightly, curled up on his side on the bed in an insecure posture, half dreaming and half awake thinking about messy things, his thoughts running wildly

He thought for a while that he and Ning Song would go to the canteen to buy marinated eggs after studying by themselves next night. , change the stewed egg that tastes very strong at first sight with him

When she thought about coming out with her mother for a while, although she was a little shocked, she obviously didn't want to get involved in the perfunctory, and even had a relieved expression

After a while, I thought about filling in the college entrance examination. Obviously, I can go to a school that is more suitable for each other, but I still choose a university in this city that can more easily plan each other into my future.

It seems that there are only these repeated fragments left in the whole life, and I watch them again and again

Just as he was grinding until almost midnight, when he finally fell asleep.

"Boom" there is a faint, uncertain sound

After a while, there was another

"Boom"

It seems that the sound of something tapping on the bed board came from under the bed

Crisp

Clear

Xia Xian woke up lightly

"Ning Song! Is that you? It's you, right?"

The knocking sound stopped, Xia Xianqing almost thought he was really crazy

"Boom" sounded again, directly below me, clearly, not a hallucination

It's Ning Song!Ning Song is back!

Xia Xian rolled over lightly and got out of bed, wanting to climb out of bed to see,

but where to see what

Because Xia Xian is lightly afraid, the bed and sofa at home are surrounded by four corners, tightly packed, airtight, not even a hole

After turning around impatiently for a few times, there was a sudden silence under the bed, as if nothing had happened just now

"Don't, don't go, Ah Song, you wait for me!" Xia Xian lightly tried to break the bed with his hands, but it was obviously in vain

Xia Xian panicked, and suddenly thought of something, rushed to the kitchen, took a kitchen knife, and fiercely chopped at the foot of the bed

But this solid wood can't be disassembled with a kitchen knife. With great strength, it got stuck in the seam and couldn't be pulled out. The ground pulled out, and the recoil sent him staggering backwards,

With a muffled sound, it hit the wall firmly

The back of his head was so painful that his heart ached. Xia Xian gritted his teeth lightly, but he couldn't tell whether it was physical tears or the anxiety of thousands of ants crawling across his heart.

All of a sudden, all the emotions came out

Surprise, Sadness, Expectation, Helplessness, Missing, Resentment

These emotions were never so vivid and clear when Xia Xian was wandering home from the police station half drunk and half awake.

The knife fell from Xia Xianqing's hand, and landed just next to his bare toe. When it hit the ground, it made a crisp sound. If you bring a lamp at this time, you can clearly see the ground on the floor. With a clear crack

But these don't matter.Will the residents downstairs be disturbed? It’s just too dangerous. I almost cut my feet. My head hurts and my hands are sore and painful.

The whole person, from the inside to the outside, is like a doll made of cotton cloth, every gap is filled with the gushing cotton of emotion, the sac is bulging, and the poor-quality stitches are opened to reveal some stuffing

He leaned against the wall, slid down it little by little, and shrank into the 90° angle between the wall and the floor