monopolize her

The two kept holding hands, and soon walked to the side of the car.

The little girl let go of her hand and got into the car.

Wen Yuran grasped it vaguely, the touch of the fingertips disappeared, bringing a subtle sense of loss.

"I'll walk you home?"

Wen Yuran sat in the driver's seat, grabbed the steering wheel, and asked a question.

"Hmm..." the little girl let out a sigh.

A little reluctantly.

Wen Yuran heard this reluctance, and chuckled in his heart.

do not wanna go Home?

Where do you want to go then?

The little girl's hint was clear.

Wen Yuran turned his head and glanced at the little girl.

The sun was half-set, and a thin layer of yellow sunlight floated up, obliquely penetrating through the car window, and floating on the little girl's face.The little girl's eyelashes are very long, slightly curled, lightly catching the thin sunlight, so beautiful that one wonders how it looks like it is stained with water vapor and trembling slightly.

And the petals on the bouquet of roses in the little girl's arms lined up very well with the little girl's lips, the same softness, the same redness, and the same desire to make people close.

Wen Yuran interrupted his thoughts of slipping into the dangerous area in a timely manner.

If you think about it any longer, you will be led astray.

Wen Yuran inhaled lightly and turned his gaze back.

Then he started the car and drove towards the little girl's residence.

There was not much traffic jam along the way, and after a while, we arrived at the alley downstairs of the little girl.

Arrived.

Time to get off.

Wen Yuran sat and waited for a few seconds, but the little girl slumped on the seat, showing no intention of getting out of the car.

"Here we are, get out of the car." Wen Yuran said.

The little girl lowered her eyes and was silent for a moment.

Then, the little girl's eyelashes fluttered twice: "Won't Mr. Wen come up and sit down?"

The voice of this sentence is small, as if the end of the downy whiskers is lifted from the tip of the heart, with a magical allure.

As Wen Yuran listened, his heart beat twice rapidly.

Shaken for a moment.

No, this is too fast.

Wen Yuran tried his best to stabilize his mind, and spit out two words from his throat: "No."

The little girl lowered her head even more, looking very disappointed, but in the end, the little girl opened the car door, stretched out her feet and walked out.

"Goodbye."

"Well, goodbye." Wen Yuran replied, avoiding his eyes.

After saying goodbye, Wen Yuran put back those messy thoughts and drove the car home.

After returning home, Wen Yuran took a shower.

She has always felt that taking a bath is the most helpful way to relax and calm down, but since meeting the little girl, this method seems to have lost its original effectiveness.

After taking a bath, Wen Yuran looked in the mirror, and the roots of his ears were a little red.

After all, it is normal for the skin to be red after taking a shower.Wen Yuran thought.

So after a while, Wen Yuran went to look in the mirror again, and found that the roots of his ears were still a little red.

It's really evil.

After being with the little girl, one evil thing after another happened one after another, and his mind was often in a mess. Wen Yuran had doubts about his self-regulation ability more than once.

In the next few days, I got busy with work and went on a business trip, so I haven't seen the little girl.

But wechat contact has been constant, and occasionally make two phone calls.

This feeling of maintaining communication is complicated, a little tense, a little reassured, and accompanied by tinges of excitement and sweetness.

Such complex emotions are quite unfamiliar to her, and she can't say whether it is good or not, but she is willing to continue.

As for other aspects, nothing major happened, just a little health problem——

Perhaps it was because of being too exhausted. One morning, Wen Yuran felt that something was wrong with his body. It was not like a common cold. It was as if his heart was covered with a piece of ice. clear pain.

Wen Yuran has always been concerned about his physical condition, so he made an appointment with a private doctor that day and went for a full set of examinations.

Cardiopulmonary function is all normal, and no problems have been found.

"Mr. Wen, are you busy with work recently?"

"A bit."

"It may be that the nerves are too tense, and it is recommended to relax properly."

After hearing the doctor's advice, Wen Yuran's first reaction was to call the little girl, but after thinking about it, she gave up.

She felt that if she met the little girl, she would definitely be more nervous.

So, Wen Yuran put down his work and came over to take a walk by the river alone.

In fact, Wen Yuran had always had the habit of taking a walk at night, but for some reason, he always felt that there was something eerie and scary behind him, so he didn't continue.

Now, in the name of being sick, it's good to relax.

My heart was still a little uncomfortable, but after walking a few steps against the sun, it was still a lot better.

Go further and you will reach the square.

The music of the square dance was faintly heard, it was very festive, the flow of people increased, and amidst the noise, Wen Yuran felt a lot more relaxed

"For fortune-telling, even if some money comes in these few days... This beautiful woman, I see that your complexion is dark and cloudy, and there must be a curse entangled in it. You can't get rid of it. This master is proficient in everything. The service can be discounted by [-]%, do you understand?"

Wen Yuran turned his face to the side, and saw a man in yellow clothes standing there - a string of black wooden beads was hung around the man's neck, and a stack of copper coins was pinched in his hand. come to live by it.

"no need."

Wen Yuran smiled politely, walked around this person, and prepared to move on.

The man in yellow refused to let go of the business: "Come on, beauty, haven't you felt unwell recently? Like having nightmares..."

"I didn't have a nightmare, thank you." Wen Yuran's voice had cooled down, and the smile on his face was extremely perfunctory.

The man in yellow continued to work hard: "Then, is there a cold in your heart, the chill is overwhelming, and you can't find anything wrong when you go to the hospital..."

Wen Yuran's smile disappeared.

"Excuse me." Wen Yuran said with a cold face.

After all, she is used to being a superior person, so the coercion and courage of a word are different from ordinary people.

The man in yellow stopped talking all of a sudden, and stepped aside.

When I got home, it was already evening.

At home, Wen Yuran couldn't help recalling what the man in yellow said, feeling a little ridiculous.

Although she is afraid of watching horror movies, she is a firm atheist. Those Taoist masters who exorcise ghosts and tell fortunes are nothing more than psychological tricks.

As for the symptoms that happen to be right...

The so-called master probably said this to everyone, and it is a one-off if it hits one.

Wen Yuran chuckled, but didn't take it to heart, after all, his health has improved a lot after going out for a walk, and it should only be due to nervousness.

Thinking of this, Wen Yuran relaxed, picked up the phone, and wanted to chat with the little girl, but found that the little girl hadn't replied to the last message.

Should be in class.

Wen Yuran thought.

As a result, that night, Wen Yuran had a nightmare.

This was the first time she had a nightmare in a long time. In the dream, she was being chased by something, and behind her was the face of a mutilated man, which could not be distinguished clearly.

One second before being caught up, Wen Yuran woke up with a start, and turned on the light with a "snap".

There was cold sweat dripping down his back.

Originally, the nightmare wasn't much of a special event, but if it was paired with the Taoist priest today, it would be scary.

Wen Yuran called the little girl almost instinctively.

After dialing the number, Wen Yuran regretted it.I don't know what time it is now, and I'm not afraid to disturb others to rest on the phone, it's too irrational.

After recovering, Wen Yuran was about to hang up the phone.

One second before the finger touched the hang up button, the call was connected.

It seemed that he had woken him up, Wen Yuran put the phone back to his ear, feeling a little guilty.

"Hello, Mr. Wen?" The little girl's voice was a little fluttering, she might have just woken up.

Hearing the little girl's voice, Wen Yuran felt a lot more at ease: "It's nothing... just had a nightmare, it's much better now, go to sleep."

"what……"

There was a trace of surprise in the little girl's voice.

"I'm really fine, good night." Wen Yuran breathed out.

"Don't hang up."

Wen Yuran listened, paused, did not hang up, and waited for the little girl's next words.

The little girl's voice was in a hurry, but it was still soft, sweet, and even coaxing: "I'll come over now, Mr. Wen, don't be afraid, let's keep talking, shall we?"

Wen Yuran was amused.

What did the little girl think, making such a fuss over a molehill?

Wen Yuran felt no fear at all after being made such a fuss. She held the phone and was about to persuade the little girl.

But I didn't want to, the little girl's voice continued.

"It's really not scary. I'll be here soon." The little girl was still persevering in her coaxing.