Bai Yueguang doesn't follow the script

The lights are on, and dusk is coming.

Although few people went to the hospital on weekdays, the two stayed in the hospital for a long time.

When he came out, Song Shicheng was carrying a medicine bag in his right hand, and his eyes were fixed on the people around him, looking like he was waiting for an opportunity.

While being wary of Yu Huai who tried to snatch the medicine bag, he insisted that the patient should not be tired.

It's just a bag, how heavy can it be, Yu Huai complained.

Ever since, with one person as the midpoint, the other person circles around the midpoint, and the two are like children who love to play and have fun.

After Yu Huai circled around a few times, suddenly this behavior was too naive, and he was dizzy, so he stopped.

Forget it, he can carry it if he likes it.

When Song Shicheng needed help, he would just go back and help.

"I'll take you up." Song Shicheng parked the motorcycle downstairs in Yu Huai's rented community.

"No, I'll go up by myself. It's too late now, and you should go home early. Also, thank you for today."

"You're welcome, it's like meeting a new friend." Song Shicheng said with a smile.

The residential area Yu Huai rents is next to the old campus, and the original school changed to a new campus a few years ago.At one time, the housing prices in the vicinity fell sharply.The once-hot school district housing has become a hot potato, and the rent has also fallen along with it.

There is no elevator in the community, so you can only walk up the stairs. The voice-activated lights in the corridor above your head are in disrepair for a long time.

Yu Huai was not afraid. When he found a house to rent here, the owner smiled wryly and told him the truth.

There was once a suicide case here.

Because of the relocation of the school, many parents bought houses in the school district here for their children. Unexpectedly, the school moved out before the loan was repaid.Because of this, a parent jumped directly from the top of the building, and later, for some reason, rumors spread that there are ghosts haunting this place every night.

Since then, the houses here have been sold cheaply and hard to sell. They can only be rented to those courageous young people who come to the city to work hard and have no money.

The homeowner heard that Yu Huai was a student of Qingteng High School, and his academic performance was very good. He smiled and wanted to give Yu Huai a little more, hoping that his son would have some luck in his studies.

"Brother Huai, you're back." The owner's son Shi Guofei ran down with a basketball in his arms, ready to go out to play with his friends.As soon as he saw Yu Huai, he greeted Yu Huai with a loud voice.

"Yeah." Yu Huai glanced at the already tall third-year junior high school student, "Come to my room with my schoolbag at nine o'clock tomorrow night to find me."

Tomorrow is Saturday, but Qingteng High School implements a two-week home-home system for boarding students. Classes are still held on weekends every week, and holidays are on fortnightly. This week happens to be a single week, and only the evening is free.

Shi Guofei's happy face collapsed, and he wailed in response.

"Hey! That's right. When I went out, I saw a person standing at the door of our house, saying he was looking for you. I said you didn't come back, and he asked me where you were. I guess my dad has already invited me in for a drink Tea."

Yu Huai frowned, he knew who this person was without guessing.

Song Shicheng sat on the motorcycle with his body half crooked, staring at the window for a long time, but he couldn't tell where Yu Huai had gone.

Just as he got out of the car and went in, he heard a loud and rough male voice from above, and then he answered a few words in a low and clear voice.

Song Shicheng listened intently, then leaned against the outer door and waited for someone.

Shi Guofei slapping the basketball on the stairs made a lot of noise, and when the noise got closer and closer, a human voice suddenly sounded from the dark corner.

"Hey, kid."

Although Shi Guofei doesn't believe in ghosts and gods, and scoffs at the rumors that the neighborhood is haunted, people are more or less afraid of unknown things.

Shi Guofei was startled by the unexpected voice, almost dropped the basketball and ran away.

"Which floor is the person who talked to you just now?" Song Shicheng asked further.

When Song Shicheng made a sound again, the voice-activated lights in the corridor suddenly turned on normally.

Shi Guofei saw that the person who made the sound was a serious person with shadows under his feet, and he patted his chest and heaved a sigh of relief.

After the shock comes the anger.

"Why did I tell you? Hmph!" This man dared to scare me!

Children in the rebellious period are so dragged!

He turned around and left, but when he heard Song Shicheng's seemingly impatient 'tsk' behind him, he immediately raised his vigilance.

"Why do you ask this?" Shi Guofei changed his mind, stopped suddenly, and asked instead.

The one at the door seemed to be kind and kind to visit and find someone, but the one in front of him seemed to be looking for trouble.

The person is not good!

Brother Huai saw that he was a good student who had no strength to restrain him, and he was so kind to him, so he couldn't let others bully Brother Huai.

He squeezed his fist and approached Song Shicheng.

Song Shicheng straightened up, and he was half a head taller than Shi Guofei, who was tall and burly.

"Forget it, don't argue with little kids." Song Shicheng tugged at his collar.

"Don't worry, I'm his friend and I'm not here to cause trouble." He raised the medicine box in his hand, "He left his stuff with me."

Only then did Shi Guofei hum and say.

After learning which floor Yu Huai lived on, Song Shicheng stepped up the steps in three steps and two steps, and when he was approaching, he slowed down and listened attentively.

Zhou Yangshen and Yu Huai were at the door.

"...Don't come here if you have nothing to do in the future. I'm renting at someone else's house. It's not good to bring someone back."

Song Shicheng tilted his ears and gently squeezed the medicine box in his hand.

"It doesn't matter, this landlord looks friendly and hospitable, he won't mind." Zhou Yang said deeply.

Yu Huai frowned.

Zhou Yang saw that his face was not right, and immediately begged for mercy.

"Okay, okay, I won't come up next time, just wait for your head office below. You haven't answered me yet, why didn't you tell me when you left, you went to the hospital alone?"

Yu Huai lowered his eyelashes, and suddenly saw a familiar motorcycle parked downstairs. Song Shicheng hasn't left yet?

Zhou Yangshen couldn't wait for an answer for a long time, so he smiled awkwardly.

"It's okay, I'll just ask, it doesn't matter if you don't want to say it."

Looking at Yu Huai's indifferent and delicate side face, Zhou Yangshen became more and more fascinated. He couldn't get tired of seeing this person in front of him for two years. The more he watched, the more he liked him.

Even if Yu Huai always ignored him, he didn't feel discouraged.

Just when Zhou Yang thought he would not get a response, Yu Huai said.

"Xu Sining didn't tell you?"

"Huh? What?" Zhou Yangshen didn't react.

"Xu Sining came to the infirmary on the way, I told him to tell you, he didn't look for you?"

……

When Zhou Yangshen left, Song Shicheng stood still in the blind spot of the aisle, holding the things in his hands and rubbing his thumbs constantly, with a thoughtful expression.

"Are you following me?" A clear voice rang in my ears.

Song Shicheng suddenly raised his head.

The dark orange street lamps outside were vaguely reflected on the young man's face, with deep browbones and a high bridge of nose.

He tilted his head slightly, his light brown pupils were guarded and cold, completely different from the indifferent but easy-going appearance when we got along in the afternoon.

Song Shicheng walked out of the darkness and raised the things in his hands.

"The medicine fell into my car."

Yu Huai stared at him with a slightly suspicious look, and took the things with undiminished vigilance in his eyes.

Several boxes of medicine were hung in the handlebars with a knot tied in the bag, and the things would not fall out unless the hands were reached in to take them.

Song Shicheng did it on purpose?

"Thank you."

Defenses can not do without.

In the dark night, the hum of motorcycles faded away.