Look at that pair of school grass

The teaching building was empty and quiet, so quiet that they could hear their own heartbeat and breathing.

Across the walls and outside the glass windows, there are rustling insects, which are the melody of the night alone, making the surroundings even quieter.

"Is there... is there someone up there?" Liu Chengwei looked at the door, lowered his voice, and made the same guess as Su An thought, "Did any of you hear them open the door just now? "

Su An and Qi Wenxuan shook their heads, Wang Xinba stared at the door thoughtfully for a while, pushed open the door and walked over without saying a word.

There was a long "squeak" sound as the iron door shafts rubbed against each other, especially in the silent corridor.

"You'll know if you go and have a look." Wang Xinba said with a handsome back.

It stands to reason that the person who can open this door in the school will not be any dangerous person, but two companions have just gone up, and the situation is unpredictable, and the rest of them are inevitably a little worried.

"Why don't you call Dazhi?" Su An asked while walking.

"It's probably a teacher at the top. If the phone rings, it will expose us." Liu Chengwei disagrees, "They haven't been away for long, let's hurry up and see."

The four of them quickened their pace, but their feet were dark, they were afraid of being discovered, and they didn't dare to turn on the lights on their mobile phones too brightly, and they walked cautiously before going up two steps.

"Why didn't they move?" Su An took a look at the floor marking at the bottom of the stairs, and they had already reached the third floor.

"If there is any movement, it's not really a ghost." Wang Xinba replied with disdain, as if he felt that their behavior was very naive in his heart, "Hurry up and find them and go back, I have an appointment with someone to play games."

"Who did you date?" Su An yelled in a low voice, "Aren't I your favorite teammate?"

Qi Wenxuan squeezed his hand secretly, and said with a smile, "Su Xiaoan."

Su An touched his nose, and the corners of his mouth couldn't stop rising. He knew that his college bully would be jealous again just by saying a word, the smell of vinegar was really good.

Taking advantage of the darkness around him, Su An turned his head, rubbed his lips against Qi Wenxuan's cheek, and smacked quickly.

"What sound?" Liu Chengwei asked alertly and strangely.

Wang Xinba walked in the front, and he knew what was going on as soon as he heard it. Both parties laughed softly, and Su An urged the innocent outsider while laughing: "What kind of sound, don't be dazed, go and go!"

Full of doubts and unable to get an answer, Liu Chengwei was pushed straight up the steps.

The fourth floor appeared in front of the four of them in an instant.

The floor is marked with a red Arabic numeral "4". Right above the gate, it is eye-catching red. In the dark, the mobile phone shines on it, and the red font is slightly reflective, and it is dyed with the darkness of the night and turns dark red, like blood. Dried color.

If it was normal, Su An would definitely not feel that way, but how he looks at it now is evil.

Sure enough, the rendering effect of the atmosphere is very powerful, all thanks to Meng Ying's detailed description of the strange stories of this building on the way to the teaching building...

Yes, plural, Su An doesn’t know how a school building that looks like it was built in this century can bear wonderful stories that it shouldn’t bear at its age. It's like a century-old ghost building that has been weather-beaten.

Among these stories, there is the women's toilet at the end of the corridor on the second floor that has been dripping in the middle of the night.

I don't know who provoked whom in the women's toilet. It seems to be one of the birthplaces of ghost stories. Thinking about it, I feel sorry for the girls.

In the story here, it is said that there were girls in this building who stayed in the classroom until very late before going back. It was past ten o'clock in the evening when they left the classroom, and they went to the bathroom before leaving.

At first, everything was normal except for some jumping overhead lights.

And just as she was about to leave after washing her hands, there was a knock on the closed compartment door behind her from the inside.

The girl was taken aback. Logically speaking, there would be no second student in this building at this point, but thinking that in case some students encountered any difficulties, she still bravely walked over and asked, "Who is there?" Yeah? Is anyone in there?"

The voice fell, there was no response, and even the knock on the door disappeared.

Feeling flustered, the girl took two steps back and was about to leave when she heard a clear "tick, tick" coming from the compartment.

Just like the protagonists in all horror stories who died, the girl didn't know what to think. She was so scared that she walked over and opened the door of the cubicle.

"Guess what she saw?" Meng Ying asked mysteriously in a low voice when she was telling the story, her eyes were shining brightly under the night.

"She saw a pair of feet without shoes hanging in the air, painted with blood-red nail polish, and blood-like liquid slowly fell from those feet on the tiles, 'tick, tick'..." She continued, Say it slowly.

"Why only feet?" Liu Chengwei asked suspiciously.

"She didn't dare to look up, she screamed and ran away." Meng Ying ended the story hastily.

The previous story about the women's toilet in the dormitory was a child's hand, but this one turned into a woman's foot. Su An laughed at the poor imagination of the ghost story maker and sneered.

But all the inconspicuous ghost stories, when recalled in a truly eerie environment, are completely different.

The women's restroom was inconvenient for men to enter, so Meng Ying gave up on that spot, and at this moment, they were walking through the gate on the fourth floor, heading for another place where another story in the legend took place.

Art room 404 on the fourth floor.

"It is said that a few years ago, when the art exam was approaching, there was an art student who temporarily transferred to art and stayed up all night practicing in the 404 art room. He stayed up all night and could still see him sitting alone in the middle of the art room from the window every day until late at night. A figure waving a paintbrush." ​​Meng Ying was standing downstairs, pointing to a window on the fourth floor and said to them, "It should be that one."

It was pitch black inside that window, and nothing could be seen.

"Until one day, when the teacher of the art room went to open the door in the morning, he found that the door was unlocked. When he opened the door, he saw the art student still sitting there holding a paintbrush. The teacher walked over and wanted to say something."

"But the moment the teacher touched that classmate's shoulder, he fell straight to the side..."

"It turned out that as early as in the middle of the night, he maintained his painting posture and died suddenly." Meng Ying is really suitable for narrating horror movies, "He didn't close his eyes until he died, and he was still staring straight after he fell to the ground. Staring intently at the painting he couldn't finish... a plaster cast."

Since then, there have often been rumors of someone drawing in the art room in the middle of the night, just like the art student in this story, sitting in the middle of the classroom, waving his paintbrush intently, and his vague and serious shadow can be seen from the window.

The next morning, the students who went to the art room would find that the plaster statues had been moved. Some of the plaster statues that should have been placed on both sides would always be moved to the middle of the classroom, facing a drawing board in the middle.

It's as if someone had moved the plaster statue here in the middle of the night and sat in the middle of the art room to practice painting seriously.

In classroom 404 on the fourth floor, just a series of three "4"s is enough to become the protagonist of the campus strange talk. Meng Ying also told its story vividly. Su An rubbed goosebumps and suspected that Meng Ying must have added fuel and vinegar. .

He really wanted to ask her, what good would it do her to scare them to death?

Fortunately, there are no art students here. I really don't know how art students face that classroom.

The four turned into the fourth floor, and after walking two steps, Su An gave a soft "Huh".

In the far distance of the corridor, there is a classroom with light.

"4...404?" Liu Chengwei pointed there and asked uncertainly.

"No, I don't know." Su An stammered unconsciously, and silently raised her head to look at the door sign of the classroom closest to her.

Well, 401, counting from the two doors and one classroom on this side, there is really 404 there.

Is it time to go now?

Thinking that his poor friend Shen Dazhi might still be inside, Su An stopped for a quarter of a step back and grabbed Qi Wenxuan's sleeve nervously.

Qi Wenxuan laughed silently, and held Su An's hand down: "It's okay."

Wang Xinba had already walked halfway, stood in the middle of the corridor and looked back, urging the three people behind with an expression of impatience mixed with disdain.

It's all here, stretching out his head and retracting his head, Su An leaned against the other wall, grabbed Qi Wenxuan, and carefully moved to the place where the light was on, without moving his eyes from that classroom for a moment.

He was afraid that something would suddenly come out of it, so he could find out in time and drag Qi Wenxuan to turn around and run away.

"Fuck..." Wang Xinba, who arrived first, shouted.

The people following him quickly understood what he was shouting, and the classroom's glass covered with a layer of frosted window paper really reflected the shadow of a person.

A figure sitting in the middle of the classroom, moving his arms and drawing.

In addition, there are many human-headed shadows around. The motionless ones should be plaster statues in the art room. At first glance, it looks like a group of people are in a meeting.

Su An leaned his back against the wall, looking at Qi Wenxuan with horror in his eyes.

play for real? ? ?No, I didn't see any lights in the classroom downstairs just now? !

And what about Shen Zhi and Meng Ying?Could it be... already inside, made into a plaster statue?

"I'll go and have a look." Qi Wenxuan said softly, let go of Su An's hand, and walked towards the classroom door.

Su An hurriedly grabbed her: "Wait!"

If they were going to die together, Su An felt overwhelmed, and stepped towards that side as if righteous, while Wang Xinba saw that they were deeply in love here, and he had already rolled his eyes and opened the door.

Without warning, the picture inside the door suddenly appeared in front of them.

The three people inside turned their heads together, looked at the four heads that suddenly appeared at the door, stared at each other for two seconds, and one of them said hello: "Are you here?"

The other person was Meng Ying, who also greeted: "Hey, have you finished using the toilet?"

The only person he didn't recognize was a thin boy. He smiled at them, turned his head, took some paint from the paint tray next to him, continued to paint on the drawing board in front of him, and asked, "This is what you just said?" Are you my classmates? Come in and sit wherever you want."

The four people at the door walked into the room in confusion, and Meng Ying explained to them with embarrassment: "This classmate is an art student at the same level as us, and he is practicing painting."

After thinking about it, she added, "Well...it seems that I often practice here at night."

"Haha, I didn't expect that kind of rumor to spread." The boy smiled, "After all, it's because the students in our school have too little homework."

The six people who were in a hurry laughed awkwardly.

"But wait?" Liu Chengwei asked, "Didn't we see the lights in the classroom downstairs just now?"

Speaking of this, Meng Ying couldn't help but support her forehead: "Don't mention it...we are looking at the other side of the classroom, of course there are no lights on."

Qi Wenxuan burst out laughing.

Meng Ying was annoyed immediately: "Don't laugh, you also read wrong together."

Su An also laughed, and Meng Ying stared, and she laughed too. Except for Wang Xinba, a group of people laughed together in their art room in the middle of the night because of their sand sculpture behavior.

"You art students are working so hard." Meng Ying sighed after laughing, "You are so good at drawing, do you still need to practice?"

"It's always good to practice more." The boy finished painting the last color of the painting in his hand, stood up, moved the drawing board to the side and put it away, "Okay, just put it there for a while, it's getting late, You should go back to the dormitory too."

Several people stood up, the boy packed the things in front of him, suddenly turned his head to look at Su An, then at Qi Wenxuan, and asked, "School grass?"

The two were taken aback for a moment, not knowing whether they should shamelessly agree or not.

"You are the two in the post bar, you are from the third (6) class of high school." The boy continued, took out a sharpened pencil from the pencil case, and compared it to the newly laid paper on the drawing board, "It's rare Captured a real person, mind if I draw a portrait of you?"

The two of them hadn't made a statement yet, when the other people became interested, they just sat back on the buttocks that had just left the bench, and Shen Zhi coaxed: "Okay, okay, I haven't seen a live portrait painting before."

Seeing that they didn't intend to leave, Wang Xinba went to the window and played games by himself.

Su An and Qi Wenxuan sat side by side opposite the drawing board. At first, they were a little uncomfortable, and they didn't know how to put their expressions on.

Getting tired of maintaining the same posture, Su An moved his shoulder, and Qi Wenxuan stretched out his hand to gently pinch his shoulder: "Is it comfortable?"

"Painting." Su An glanced at him and said.

"It's okay, you can move, I'm almost done." The boy said, the tip of the pen rustled on the paper, and the drawing was fast, and the three people watching behind him exclaimed from time to time.

The boy drew very quickly, and within ten or ten minutes from beginning to end, he put down his pen and said, "It's done."

Su An leaned over curiously, and the three heads at the back turned into five, and not long after, the sixth head also moved silently from the window.

The two people sketched on the paper are nine-tenths like the deity, both of them are half-length, sitting side by side, with their heads slightly closer to the middle, looking forward and showing a shallow smile.

This action, this composition, no matter how you look at it...

I don't know what Qi Wenxuan was thinking, but Su An's face became hot very slowly.

Like, wedding photos.