Nightmare GL

The mulberry has not fallen, and its leaves are ferocious.

Sangshen is a teaching staff member of Yunshan Primary School, and she is responsible for organizing copywriting for the school and other large and small matters on weekdays.This job is not busy even if it is busy, and it is busy if it is not busy. All in all, Mulberry is quite satisfied with this job.

Mulberry's health has not been very good since she was a child, because she was born prematurely and weak, and she always needs to take a lot of traditional Chinese medicine to make up for her deficiency.Parents didn't want Sangshen to be too far away from home, so they dragged their relationship and found a job that wasn't too tiring for Sangshen on their own initiative.

It may also be the impact of premature birth, Mulberry can always hear some faint voices.

For example, under the stone bridge on the embankment, there are always several malicious voices repeating, "Come down!"

"Come down!"

As long as pedestrians walk on the stone bridge, such a sound will definitely sound.In the hot summer, the children in the village love swimming and the cool water on the river bank, but Mulberry never gets close to the river, even if the sweat on her back wets her clothes, she just watches from a distance.If it was unavoidable, she must walk to the opposite bridge, and she must have walked quickly.

The voices below the river bank repeat that sentence forever, but the number of voices is increasing.

The young Mulberry once followed her parents to the mountain to pay homage to her grandmother. It rained on the day of the worship, and the family stepped on the mud up the mountain.

Everything went well during the worship, and Sangshen even helped burn the paper money.When she came back, the little Mulberry kept turning her head to look back.It wasn't until she was about to go down the mountain that she waved her hand, "No need to send it off."

The parents looked very strange and asked her what was wrong.Mulberry said that the grandma with a mole between her eyebrows on the tombstone had been following them all the way down the mountain.

Hearing this, Father Sang's face changed, and he brought his wife and daughter to bow to the mountain frequently.Mulberry saw her father's eyes turn red.Mother Sang held Sangshen tightly in her arms with a complicated expression.

Sangshen is vaguely aware that her own words will unconsciously bring panic to others.The originally gentle and quiet personality has now become completely restrained and silent.

When Sangshen reached the age when her parents were worried about marriage, Sangshen was still not in a hurry.

Mulberry is good-looking, she belongs to the type of lady, and with her gentle and quiet personality, everyone can't help but praise her when they see her, "Good girl."

For marriages that are nagging by parents, mulberry usually enters the left ear and exits the right ear.With such a nonchalant attitude, as time goes by, the parents are not too worried about this matter. Mulberry is so good, it is unlikely that she will not be unable to get married.

Because on the way home from school, I will pass a vegetable market.So every day before going out, Mulberry always asks her parents if she needs help bringing vegetables back after get off work.

Near the vegetable market is an old house, which is where the old people in the village live.In the past two years, commercial buildings were built in the village, and most people moved to live in new buildings, only a few old people were reluctant to move out because of the old days.Last winter, the weather was extremely cold, and the old people in the village couldn't make it through... so this old building became a deserted and uninhabited place.Only a few larger ancestral halls have been vacated in the village, barely serving as places for outsiders to visit.As for other old houses, they are all locked.

On the day I met her, fluffy snowflakes fell in the sky...

Mulberry pushed the bicycle slowly through the vegetable market.

The dim yellow sunset fell on her body with a rare softness. Mulberry was dressed thickly, and she was very afraid of the cold.

There are nearly half of the vegetables in the vegetable basket. Mulberry has a weak stomach, so she can't eat too much greasy food. Over time, she got used to a light diet.

The snow fell very late this winter.

The fluffy snowflakes fell on her nose, bringing a touch of coldness.Only then did Mulberry realize that the snow was coming.

She looked up.

The snowflakes all over the sky danced little by little in the air, like a jubilant and jumping snow elf.

The snow fell harder and harder.Seeing that her padded jacket was getting more and more wet, Sangshen had no choice but to push the bicycle to a nearby old house to avoid snow.

Once the padded jacket is wet and the cold wind blows again, she probably will lie down for two or three days.

She didn't want Sang's mother to work hard to take care of herself in her old age.

Let's go back when the snow falls a little bit.she thinks.

The nearby old houses are locked, just as Mulberry expected.If you want to hide from the snow, you have to go to the big ancestral hall a little further away.After pushing the bicycle for a while, Mulberry turned back silently.

In the house I passed by just now, the old wooden doors were not locked, and there was even a gap between the two doors.

Is there any family still living in this area?

She parked her bicycle in front of the door.

The wind in the snowy day suddenly picked up, and Mulberry was so cold that she rubbed her hands together.She breathed a sigh of relief, clasped her hands together and gave a salute, "Excuse me."

she said to the door.

Pushing open the gate, white smoke was already rising from the chimney in the inner courtyard.

The shoes made a "rustling" sound when they stepped on the snow.

Mulberry walked to the door, she knocked on the door tentatively, "Is anyone there?"

The crisp sound echoed in the courtyard.

Nothing moved in the house.

Mulberry knocked again, "Hello, is there anyone?"

This time she didn't wait long.There was a brief screeching sound from chairs being knocked over in the room.Immediately afterwards, the door opened, and a woman's face came into her eyes.

The woman looked two or three years older than her, with exquisite facial features that did not look like those of a villager, with fair skin and soft eyes.

"I'm really sorry. It snowed heavily outside suddenly. I want to come in and hide." Mulberry turned sideways to let the woman see the heavy snow outside the house, "I wonder if it's convenient for you?"

The woman's pursed lips parted slightly, she nodded, and let Mulberry into the room.

The configuration in the room is very simple.The woman followed Mulberry, "There is nothing at home. Do you drink water?"

Mulberry quickly waved her hands, "Thank you, thank you, it's too much trouble for you."

The woman poured her a glass of water from the kettle that was heated on the iron stove.

The two sat around the stove without talking, only the sound of thunderbolt firewood made by the woman adding wood to the stove from time to time.

In the end, Mulberry spoke first.After all, I was the one who took the liberty of bothering others, so I would be embarrassed if I didn't talk to him.

"Hello, sister, my name is Sangshen, and I live in the section of Baihe Lane on Shizhuo Street."

"What's your sister's name?" Mulberry said sweetly.

When she heard Mulberry's name, the woman glanced at her.

"My name is late."

Her voice is beautiful, soft, gentle and charming.

"Sister, isn't she from the village?" Sangshen quietly sized her up.

The temperament does not match the appearance at all.

"I grew up in this village and never met my sister."

"Does my sister live alone?"

"Ah."

"I'm 25 this year, how old is my sister?"

In the late stage, she tried hard to recall her age before she was alive. She wanted to say that she couldn't remember clearly, but in the end she added two years to the age given by Sangsan, "27."

she said hesitantly.

……

The atmosphere was awkward for a moment, and Late didn't intend to answer any more.So Mulberry had no choice but to continue picking the topic.

"It seems that the snow will fall heavily this winter." She turned her head to look at the snowflakes scattered outside the window.

Late followed her gaze and glanced out of the window, before returning to her face, "Mmm."

"I teach at Yunshan Middle School. Where's my sister?" Sangshen was at a loss.

"I'm not going out." Late said.

She can't get out either.

"I can only stay here."

It must be that the temperature of the stove is too high, drying up the atmosphere together.

"What about my sister's food and clothing?"

"Self-sufficient."

Now Mulberry has nothing to say.Originally, she was also stuffy, and she didn't pick up topics in the late stage, so she didn't know how to chat at all.

"I'll leave when the snow is young." She added, "It won't be too long."

She felt that she had left the scene cold, and she was a little embarrassed at this moment.

"It's ok."

"You can wait slowly."

In the early stage, I learned from mulberry and stretched out my hands to warm the fire.

Her body was ice-cold, and such movements were actually meaningless to her.She just wants to imitate her to feel the warmth.

The two sat in the house for a long time, and the snowflakes outside the window finally began to shrink.Mulberry stood up, "Sister, I put some vegetables in the bicycle at the door, can I send some to you?"

She didn't know what it was like to be self-sufficient, but she absolutely couldn't.

"it is good."

Late didn't refuse, she went out with Sang Li.

Mulberry patted the snow on the bicycle seat, and she took out a cabbage from the plastic bag in the front basket, "Here."

In the process of handing the cabbage, the fingers accidentally touched the other party.

Mulberry shivered.

The most intuitive feeling from the brain is only the word cold.It's like the freezing feeling of being soaked in cold water.

"Miss Wan Wan, go back quickly." She looked at the snowflakes falling on Wan Wan's head, "It's too cold. Don't catch a cold."

I thought I was afraid of the cold enough, but I didn't expect this one to be even more so.

She urges her.

"Okay." Late smiled, and she lifted the hair on her temples by her ears. "Safe travels."

"Ah."

Mulberry nodded.She pushed the bicycle slowly away.

If at this moment, Sangshen is willing to look back, if Sangshen is careful enough, she will definitely find out.The woman who followed her all the way across the courtyard left only footprints and wheel marks of her walking back and forth alone.

After closing the door, a bunch of green-faced and fang-toothed ghosts came out from everywhere.

"Miss Wan still has such a gentle side." said the male ghost who lost his eyes.

"The little girl has thin skin and tender meat, she looks delicious." The sloppy drunk swallowed.

Late glanced at the ghosts lightly.

"If you quarrel again, you will be eaten."

Probably a little lonely, so she couldn't help thinking about it.

Will she come to see her again?

The ghosts dare not speak.

Late raised her head and stretched out her hand to touch the snowflakes.

As she expected, light snowflakes passed through her palm, and then fell to the ground.She couldn't exhale hot air to warm her palms like a human.

Mulberries haven't gone too far.This girl is not simple, her soul is too clean, even fragile.Therefore, in her life, it is destined that there will be countless ghosts entangled and sucking her essence.

"Mulberry." Late said her name silently.

The author has something to say: I hope you like this story

I don't have much social experience, maybe a little nonsense

The heroine of this book is growing up slowly, there are some foreshadowings, there are many shadows of myself in this character, maybe the writing is too devoted, maybe the reality is too depressing, my heart is too fragile, and I slowly start to get sick , I'm sorry, but I don't want to express my negative self, and I know there is no need to say these things here. I hope everyone can understand the shortcomings of this book.This book is generally a bit depressing, I hope you like this story