delicate flowers and weeds

There used to be a big forest in Nancheng Junior College. After the school was abandoned and there were no specially built green workers, the forest grew up as it wanted.

Long and oddly shaped.

The cemetery is just behind the big forest, and cars cannot drive in.

All the way Tanghua uttered words with precious words like gold, either "hurry up" or "speed up".

If it wasn't for the 5000 yuan, the driver would have stopped on the spot and thrown this handsome but annoying little passenger down.

Before he could babble any more, Tang Hua had already opened the car door and ran towards the woods.

The driver opened his mouth behind him, not knowing what to say for a moment.

Until another car stopped behind him.

Same taxi.

The first one to come out was still a student in the No. [-] Middle School uniform. He looked around and ran towards the forest without saying a word.The last one who came out was also a driver with a stinking face.

Tang Hua is well-bred, even if her emotions explode, they are still cold.

Jiang Gaohan was different. He tried his best to use the charm of words along the way, and changed [-] ways to make the driver speed up.

The driver's temples twitched: "I'm already the fastest."

Jiang Gaohan was even fiercer than him, yelling: "What kind of trash car are you? You can't drive a motorcycle like me."

If it weren't for him looking at it, he wouldn't be easy to mess with. The driver really wanted to roll up his sleeves, tell him to roll off, and everyone would fight.

The two drivers looked at each other here, and each saw the "vicissitudes of experience" from each other's faces. They felt comforted in an instant, and they wished to be sworn brothers.

It's so fateful.

Too bad luck.

The branches were intertwined and confused, but Tang Hua didn't get lost. He ran in one direction completely by instinct.

Until I saw the old brick and tile house.

Tang Hua took a slow breath, also hunched over, pacing closer.

The house had only one window and front and back doors. He subconsciously went to the window, looked down, and could still see faint traces of fighting, and two drops of blood rolled into a ball in the mud.

Almost lost my soul.

Tang Hua touched a stone brick next to him and hid behind him. He got up slowly, trying to catch a glimpse through the window:

It's drowsy inside, and human sight isn't much use here.

Only two figures could be vaguely seen.

Fei Cao sat there, he was confused for a moment.

Zhang Guiduo was bundled into a ball and fell at his feet.

This is not the first time he has come here. It used to be the place where Teacher Fei of Nancheng Junior College worked.

Fei Cao has a good memory, and the map here is still clearly imprinted in his mind after many years.

He remembered that going forward here was a teaching building.

Next to it is a cafeteria, a sports building, and a large swimming pool in the building.

Mr. Fei's athletic talent is very poor. When he takes him by bike, he will point it out: "Hey, there are many brothers and sisters playing in the water there. It's very cool in summer, and swimming is good for the body."

If memory has color, that period must be warm orange.

But orange was ruined.

The ruined man lies at his feet.

This place should be very bright, whether it is Teacher Fei, the scenery here, or the students who are talking and laughing in it, it should be very bright.

But who let it get dusty here?

Who made it so dark that the sun couldn't come in?

In fact, Fei Cao didn't know why she hesitated.

It seemed that every time he got angry, every time he was on the verge of losing control, an old but gentle voice pulled him back and said to him, "Xiao Cao'er, you must be a good person."

Two kinds of thoughts mingled together in his mind, attacking the city and conquering the territory, splashing blood everywhere.

Pulling him in the orange and bloody memories, experiencing the desperate nine-year-old over and over again.

He seemed to go back to the past countless times, back to the self who could only stand waiting at the gate of the campus, back to the heart-piercing self crying in the morgue, back to the trial court screaming over and over again, "He is laughing." " on himself.

Until a voice came from outside the window:

"Fei Cao, Fei Cao, are you in there?"

"Fei Cao, can you hear me? Just call me back when you hear you. I have been looking for you for a long time, really long time, and you have been ignoring me."

"Fei Cao, do you remember, I said that no matter where you are, I will find you. I'm here, are you inside?"

……

The voice was a little hoarse, patting the window, calling his name over and over again.

Fei Cao got up and opened the door, and the dust spread all over the place.

When the light came in, everything seemed unreal.

Until the wind blew, and the special smell was blown to the tip of his nose, with a rush of momentum, he took two steps back unexpectedly, and Tang Hua threw himself into his arms. A boy of this age had just sprouted, There are two slight protrusions on the white shirt on the shoulder blades, and Fei Cao can see it when she lowers her eyes: she is very obedient and soft.

There was a fragrance in that embrace, and the two of them pressed each other passionately, everything became clear, and the truth was revealed.

The war of fighting in the brain stopped, and tenderness defeated the loss of control.

Because the gentle side has an extra bargaining chip from now on, besides an old and gentle voice, there is also a hoarse and light voice.

One said to him, "Xiao Cao'er, you will be a good person in the future."

One said to him, "Fei Cao, I'm here to find you."

Fei Cao felt that with these two voices, he would never lose again for the rest of his life.

Tang Hua hugged him, sniffing out a faint smell of blood from the tip of his nose, but he didn't care, he just felt full of grievances and worried that he would have an outlet, so he gave him a hard blow, and said with a nasal voice: "Fei Cao, I've been looking for you for a long time , why are you ignoring me?"

"I'm really worried about you. I've been calling you and I haven't slept well."

Fei Cao hugged him very tightly, breathing in his ears.

There are only three words: "I'm sorry."

Three words, very light, very gentle.

Three words, it sounds very short, but it is enough to coax a young master carved with gold and jade.

Tang Hua felt that these three words were worth it, it was worth his not sleeping well last night, it was worth his non-stop running all the way, and it was worth his going deep into the tiger's den and breaking into this place.

Just these three words are enough.

Tang Hua pouted his nose: "Are you okay?"

Fei Cao shook her head: "It's okay. The blood is not mine."

The two were stunned for a moment, Tang Hua felt his throat was a little dry, he swallowed twice, and asked shyly, "What about him? Is he okay?"

There was a moment of silence.

Fei Cao "puchi" laughed out loud: "It's okay, I'm alive and kicking."

Tang Hua breathed a sigh of relief, if Fei Cao hadn't pulled him, he would have almost collapsed to the ground.

He patted his chest, with the taste of the rest of his life on his face: "It's okay, it's okay, Fei Cao, I knew it, you won't."

You don't do that.

You said that you will never become like your "father".

Fei Cao opened his hand, there was a small recording pen inside, he pressed it.

The conversation between him and Zhang Guiduo just now was all recorded.

Tang Hua almost died of anger: "Before we call the police, let's beat him up first!"

Jiang Gaohan's naive voice came from afar. He didn't know the way like Fei Cao, and he didn't have the help of a god like Tang Hua. He went the wrong way and ran farther and farther.

Tang Hua hooked her lips, her eyes were a bit sly: "At the same table, I have a bold idea."

Fei Cao laughed so much that her eyelashes were shaking, even Tang Hua couldn't stop when she tied the rope to him.

Fortunately, he gave me a few instructions in a good mood: "Go around from left to right, so it's tight."

Tang Hua lowered his voice and said gloomyly: "At the same table, aren't you afraid of what I might do to you?"

"For example, kill first and then X." He put his hand on his neck, making a murderous movement.

Fei Cao curled her lips, expressing a deep meaning: "If it's yours, I'd be more than happy."

"However, why not kill first and then kill? In this case, I will feel extremely honored."

Tang Hua was taken aback for a moment, boys of this age would occasionally speak yellow accents.

He is well-bred, and he doesn't use dirty words when swearing, and he doesn't know where he learned it, so he just said so.

When he reacted, his face turned red.

He also heard Fei Cao say with a smile, "It's a great honor."

He blushed even more.

My heart is full of fireworks, thinking, this is too foul.

Does Fei Cao understand...

Fei Cao himself not only understands it very well, but also borrowed some yellow to open a dyeing workshop, taking advantage of the situation: "Hey, so at the same table, why not kill first and then kill? Peony flowers die, and being a ghost is also romantic."

Tang Hua: "..."

Why didn't he feel that his tablemate was so coquettish before?

Tang Hua viciously took out a piece of cloth and stuffed it into Fei Cao's mouth. After the noise disappeared, he bent down and took out the phone from Zhang Guiduo's arms, took two "click" photos of Fei Cao, and sent them to himself .

After finishing all this, he stooped down and went out to clean up the blood stains under the window, and pinched Zhang Guiduo twice, causing his original wound to open, leaving blood stains in the room.

Tang Hua took off the disposable gloves and put them in the bag.

He is outside and Fei Cao is inside.

The two looked at each other, and Fei Cao blinked at him.

Tang Hua nodded, then walked in the opposite direction.

……

He found Jiang Gaohan easily, and led him around without showing any trace.

For all questions, he always has an inscrutable face, and don't enter in the cold.

Jiang Gaohan was almost frozen to death.

After walking around for a long time, Jiang Gaohan was discouraged and broke off a branch and scratched on the ground: "Young master, little ancestor, why on earth are you here, let's go."

Tang Hua didn't give him a look.

Jiang Gaohan frightened him: "Little ancestor, do you know where this is? One of the top ten horror legends in Nancheng, it is said that more than 30 teachers and students died here a few years ago. , come here every night to seek people’s lives, drink human blood and eat human flesh, and like to collect human heads as treasures, they like you the most, a young master with delicate skin and tender flesh.”

Tang Hua asked coldly, "How old are you?"

Jiang Gaohan hurried to chase him: "Hey, young master, wait for me, what I said is true, let's go, no matter how you look at it, this kind of place doesn't look like a good place."

Tang Hua squinted at him: "Are you scared?"

Jiang Gaohan puffed up his chest like a hopping cat: "I'm afraid? Just kidding! How could Master Jiang be afraid? Nancheng inquired, what did Jiang Xiaoye ever be afraid of when he was so big...Tang Hua, don't go so fast, wait for me ah!"

Until a hut appeared in front of them.

In order to show off his masculinity that he was not afraid of at all, Jiang Gaohan held his breath and kicked open the door.

The dust scattered all over the floor, and there were two people inside the door: one was tied into rice dumplings, and the other was lying on the ground, life and death unknown.

"Ah!!!" He instantly turned into a screaming chicken, his eyes closed tightly, "There is a ghost!"