Wanjie takeaway

Wu Shu said casually, "Tell me what you say."

He realized that it wasn't Wei Dao who spoke just now, so he moved a little closer.

Wei Dao whispered to Wu Shulan, "You are like a sloth hugging a tree and refusing to let go."

Wu Shuyun smiled at Wei Dao embarrassedly.

Fu Snake began to tell the story, and started first: "Since I have gone this way, I have to tell a few ghost stories that I don't know how to add."

As soon as he finished speaking, a person walked in front of him. It was a young man wearing sneakers. His skin was not white, and it subtly appeared darker under the light. He was wearing a sweater and sweatpants, also long-sleeved trousers, and he was wearing an earphone. It seems to be jogging, the sound of panting sometimes disappears, sometimes louder and sometimes smaller, cheeks are flushed, sweating a little, coming from a distance, when I get close, I find someone here, I pause, take a look, and run away past a few people .

Several people didn't speak, and after the other party passed by, Fu Snake continued to tell the story as if nothing had happened: "I don't remember much, and I don't specialize in telling stories. Please forgive me if I don't speak well. , If you don’t have money, you’re welcome to the solo show. Don’t blame anyone, all the evils will be gone. Then everyone don’t talk, let’s start.”

There was another sound in the grass on the side, and a red-haired rabbit with a bald head appeared at the back of its head at first glance. Its ears drooped down, and it seemed to have no bones at all. One paw stretched out, as if combing its own hair. He put the tips of his ears to the back of his head, scratched his head, jumped out, turned around in front of Wei Dao, and tried to jump up a few times to make sure Wei Dao saw it, so he didn't jump up so much.

Fu Snake continued: "According to that student, I don't know the extras.

I was not here when I was a child, and the family only moved in when I was in junior high school.

I cried and cried several times at home. I couldn’t get my hands off the door frame. I ran out desperately. My shoes fell off and my clothes were ripped off. The neighbors outside watched. The person still wanted to hit him, and he stretched out his hand to pull, but if he couldn't get in, that person just wouldn't go back, or he just didn't want to enter the house.

The family members pulled their hats and clothes, and the buttons were all broken. In the winter, they had to take off several clothes, the zipper of the coat was broken, and the threads of the woolen clothes were pulled out, and there were not many pieces. In the end, there are only two or three pieces left. When you think there are three pieces left, and one is missing, then there are only two pieces.

After going back and forth like this several times, I finally ran out again.

She wasn't very disheveled, and she couldn't say she was glamorous. She just ran, ran out, wandered around outside and refused to go back.

The family members found out, one said, why haven't seen it yet, and the other said, what are you afraid of?I can't run out.At worst, call the police.

The light is on in that house, so just look for it.

The students ran around. Even at night, they didn't dare to go out, and they didn't want to go back. They went to those buildings outside, took the stairs, took the elevator, walked out from one side, and went back in there.

When on the first floor, look left and right for fear of being discovered.

When I was on the top floor and looked down, I thought in my heart that I should just jump down.

When the two family members over there were looking for it, they just walked around and shouted a few times to finish the job.

Several times, when the two people passed by outside, the students saw them and were unwilling to go out, so they hid themselves, not only did not respond, but also did not talk to them, they just squatted down on the spot, tried their best to hide in the shadows, and locked themselves in the corner Inside, huddled into a ball, waiting for the sound and footsteps to go away, frightened, and took a cautious look. "

The red-skinned rabbit Zhizhizhi added a voice.

Wu Shulan smiled and said, "I'm afraid you didn't make up everything, how do you know what others think?"

Fu Snake said with a good temper: "Isn't that a story? You don't need to contact a real person to listen to it."

Wu Shu carelessly rubbed against Wei Dao, snorted, but didn't speak.

Fu Snake paused, and said before: "Later, that student went back.

You still have to be beaten, you still have a bad relationship, you still have to be scolded, you are still unhappy.

Another time, when I ran out and wanted to jump off the building, it was the two family members who stopped me by grabbing a large dark purple blood stasis on my wrist.

It was forcibly pushed out by the window. The student wanted to reach out to open the window and jump down. The two men grabbed the student and pulled him. The student refused to let go, so the two men went to close the window, regardless of which hand was still on the window lattice. Close it hard, and there is a mark that has not healed for a few days on the wrist of that hand.

During that time, I didn't go to school anyway, and during the holidays, I didn't really want to go out, so the students stayed in their beds all the time.

The family is not rich. Although they live here, they don't have much money. They just borrow money from others and owe money to others. There are many people in the family crowded together. Living here seems out of place.However, that family lived here.

That family didn't look like the people who lived in this place at all. They were noisy. They used to live here. The road was not deserted, and of course it wasn't that lively.

The students went on without eating for several days, and it seemed that they could go on like this for the rest of their lives.

After a while, the student finally didn’t want to go to school. After crying for a long time, I could hear the crying everywhere. Walking on this road, hearing the crying sound was very enveloping, as if it got into the ear with 360 degrees and no dead ends. The bustle outside. "

Wei Dao agrees with this metaphor, and at the same time has a little empathy for the students in that story.

Although not quite the same.

Fu She's voice also slowed down: "Of course students have to go to school.

After crying, the student went to school with his schoolbag on his back.

The eyes are red, the tears have just been wiped, and the tear stains have not yet dried up, and there are new tears on the face, and the sleeves are half wet.

The clothes are loose and loose, the ears are red, and the marks on the wrists have healed, and they are not visible at all, but it seems that when they are not beaten or scolded at all, they try their best to escape like running for their lives. It seems that it is all a dream.

Totally fake.

The student went to school, jumped off the building, and died.

There was no news from the school, they were crushed to death, and the corpses were cleaned up, and the rest of the students who went to school did not see it.

The student is still like a dream in the end. When the person in the dream opens his eyes, the dream is over.

The end of the dream is tantamount to disappearing, and no one cares about a dead student.

The family quarreled for a while, and all moved away, never seeming to come back.

The school is still the school, the family is still the family, life goes on, other children are being beaten and scolded, but there is no such student anymore.

If you are scolded, you will be scolded back, if you are beaten, you will be beaten back, if you are disliked, you will not be happy, if you hate others, you will speak out, if you walk on the road, you will be scolded by other students with swear words, crying is useless, but you still want to cry, There are tears all over his face, it's useless to cry in front of anyone, but when he's sad, he doesn't care who the person in front of him is.

The family members said not to cry, scolding him for nothing.

The teacher handed the paper to the students, smiled helplessly and indifferently, wanted to explain and comfort, but didn't care about it afterwards.

Students continue to cry, continue to live, continue to go to school, continue to go home after school, beaten and scolded, saying that they hate those people.

So some people say that they have no conscience, no filial piety, no education, no brains, stupid, stupid and poisonous.

The student finally died.

Probably, for this student, death is the best relief. "

Wu Shu carelessly rubbed Wei Dao and said, "Then the student who died like this will never become a ghost?"

He muttered to himself next to Wei Dao: "It's a pity, if you die like this, don't you only know about those sad things?

No one cares about death, but when alive, those annoying people will not be happy, although it is exchanged for their own pain, but is there no time to be happy?

Anyway, I can't be happy anywhere, can't say what I want to say, can't do what I want to do, what's the point?

I can't say that, it's too bad, at least, this student did the only thing he wanted to do and could do it, he did it completely, even if he couldn't become a ghost, he would be a little happier, right?

I mean, ah, if that's the case, at least I won't be so sad anymore, I won't meet annoying people, and I won't be forced to do annoying things anymore.

Those around you can't empathize at all.

This is normal, but for that student, it hurts like hell.

Anyway, no one else would care, so why did you pretend like you didn't want the students to die?

I don’t care when I’m crying, I don’t care when I’m beating or scolding, I don’t care when I’m sad, I don’t care about anything, when I start beating and scolding, I don’t care?

Disgusting. "

Wu Shulan hugged Wei Dao and rubbed and rubbed, and didn't want to let go for a while. At this time, he still remembered to whisper to Wei Dao: "Head fairy, he really doesn't have talent for telling stories, and it's not good. Die, no one is willing to listen to, read, or care about this kind of story, ah, yes, just like the end of the student in the story. Shall we go back?"

His purpose has not changed.

Of course Wei Dao was unmoved and pushed back: "You are too hot."

Wu Shuyun didn't expect Wei Dao to say that, felt his own temperature, originally wanted to say, I'm not hot at all, but after feeling it, I really became hot.

Wei Dao glanced at him, because he was very close, so he could see clearly, and he said, "Your ears are all red."

Wu Shulan didn't know how to walk. Hearing Weidao's words, he almost fell to the ground. At least he held onto Weidao to stand firm. He limped along the road, scratched his hair with the other hand, and groaned. , almost turned an ankle, leaned against Wei Dao, seemed to be out of breath for a while, and whispered: "Xianchang, I don't seem to be normal."

Wei Dao checked the temperature of Wu Shulan's forehead, and said in a gentle voice: "It's okay, I haven't had a fever yet."