sunk in yesterday

I don’t know if the sound was too low, Hu Zimo ignored it at all, his long and pointed nails creaked and scratched on the glass, as the piercing sound penetrated, the cracks spread in a network, and with a little more effort, the window would be scrapped up.

Xia Zhuo still has leisure time to appreciate Hu Zimo's irritable appearance. This house does not belong to them either. If it breaks, it will break. He is not in a hurry. Anyway, it is Wei Jiaxiang who is going to be frozen.

On the other hand, Guan Yuzhou watched and laughed: "Are you getting more and more courageous now?"

Xia Zhuo rolled her eyes slyly: "Teacher Guan is a good teacher."

"Come again."

"What do you mean come again? I was entrusted by someone to invite people in, here." Xia Zhuo was still smiling, holding a plastic bag with one finger in a casual pose, "If he ruins the supper again, it will be gone."

No light could penetrate, but he believed in the ghost's night vision ability.After seeing clearly what he was holding in his hand, Hu Zimo's movements really slowed down. After a while, he stopped screaming and knocking with his hands, and his constricted pupils gradually regained clarity.

"So sure he will be greedy for a bag of drinks?" Guan Yuzhou said lightly.

"Everything obtained in the dream is useful, you told me that." Xia Zhuo was silent for a while, "And anyway, this is the light he once had."

The heart of a person in the dark may be cold, but at the same time he will be hotter than anyone else. Because he knows that the kindness of others is hard-won, he cherishes it dozens of times and hundreds of times.

That kind of careful look like walking on thin ice is common, and he is sure that Hu Zimo will never forget it.

"I didn't dare before." Xia Zhuo said: "I have to thank Qiu Yinghua, that kid let me know that the ghosts in the dream are not all murderous villains."

Guan Yuzhou acquiesced to his words, but this kind of smooth communication is rare, and not everyone is so lucky.

But Xia Zhuo can do whatever he wants, with him behind him, just have fun.

"I can give you milk, but if you enter the teacher's dormitory, you have to be honest and obedient." Xia Zhuo shook the plastic bag filled with water in his hand, and his smiling face really showed a bit of the majesty of being a teacher.

Hu Zimo's eyeballs rolled around quickly, and passed the man standing beside him. Those eyes were as dark as ink, showing no emotion, but they made people feel inexplicably afraid.

He stretched out his hand and "clicked" to straighten his neck, and nodded in the cold wind.

In this way, he looked like a normal person, except that his skin did not have the color of a living person.Xia Zhuo murmured and went to open the window: "Obviously you can have a decent look, but if you want to make yourself look like a ghost, do you think you are following the fashion?"

The window just opened a crack, and the beard slipped in silently against the crack, like a boneless piece of paper.

As soon as he stepped in, he looked around, but he could see the end of the room at a glance. He didn't find the person he was looking for, and he stared at the floor in obvious depression.

"sit."

Xia Zhuo kicked the chair, and Hu Zimo sat upright without saying a word, clasped his hands slightly on his knees, and looked a little cautious, making the two people in front of him extra tall, as if they were preparing for a two-on-one interrogation .

"The old lady who opened the small shop misses you, so she insisted on giving this to you. Unfortunately, I don't have any tools here to heat you up. You can make do with it. Don't waste the old man's thought."

Xia Zhuo threw the bag casually, the water in it swayed and rolled, and was rushed into his arms in a panic.

"But you're already dead, it's more appropriate to drink it cold." Xia Zhuo held his chin and expressed his thoughts.

Hu Zimo scratched at the corners of the plastic bag with his nails, without saying a word.His head was drooped low, and his slightly longer bangs blocked his eyes.

Seeing that he didn't move, Xia Zhuo tilted his head curiously: "Or you can't drink it even if it's cold?"

Hu Zimo nodded slightly, but did not intend to return the milk.

"Why don't you talk? Didn't you yell loudly outside just now?"

Huzi pursed his lips silently, and then glanced at Guan Yuzhou who was always embedded in the darkness. Seeing that he seemed to be looking at the young man in front of him, he shrank his head timidly and said, "Teacher Wei ignored me a few days ago." , that's why I amplified my voice, lest he can't hear..."

Good guy, this opening has refreshed the image of ghosts in Xia Zhuo's mind.

From the beginning when he felt that the beard was silent and unblinking to the muffled voice now, this sensory experience can be described as going downhill all the way, from stimulation to softness, and the suffocated small voice made him feel drowsy from running away and returned.

"Can't you hear?" He snorted, "I heard it upstairs and downstairs, your Teacher Wei is not deaf."

Apparently Hu Zimo also figured it out, so he didn't speak again.

"Anyway, I can be regarded as the teacher of your sixth class. Tell me about your homeroom teacher. Why do you seek him?" Xia Zhuo didn't waste time, and planned to get straight to the point.

Hu Zimo looked to the left, then to the right, and said for a long time: "I can't leave school, and I can't talk to Grandma Li, Uncle Wang. They are old, and they will be surprised when I appear like this..."

Xia Zhuo was delighted, and felt that this child was quite interesting: "Can Teacher Wei be frightened?"

"Teacher Wei is different!" Hu Zimo raised his voice suddenly, "He will accept me."

But obviously Wei Jiaxiang didn't, he just moved to the dormitory and didn't go to the third floor of the teaching building, he was hiding if he could.

But then again, if you really don't want to see him, why don't you resign and escape further?He is by no means a person who is dedicated to the students as he said. The school cannot continue to operate, which laid the foundation for his departure, but he still stays here.

"Then did you come here to see your Teacher Wei for the last time? Or did you want to take him away because you blamed him?"

Hu Zimo's lips moved, but he didn't make a sound when he wanted to say something.

Xia Zhuo waited for a long time, his patience was worn out, and he was considering whether to urge the little ghost, but he heard the other side crying.

Hu Zimo couldn't shed tears, his eyes were red from holding back, and blood dripped down in strings.He wiped while crying, half of his face was covered in blood in twos and twos, but he didn't look vicious at all, instead he looked like he was being bullied by someone.

"I don't, I don't want to die, but I, I already..." He cried bitterly, his twisted neck was broken to the side, hanging slantly on the flesh, he couldn't speak, and he couldn't breathe after a few moments After taking a breath, even the snot that came out of the nose was red.

It was disgusting to come so suddenly, Xia Zhuo leaned back.

If you stay here because you haven't lived enough, then this obsession is difficult to solve.They are not gods, they can bring people back to life with a wave of their hands.

"If you don't want to die, why commit suicide?"

Hu Zimo didn't answer his question. He hugged his neck, as if covered by some kind of fear, his legs began to twitch slightly, and his voice was dry: "It hurts so much when I commit suicide, I have to do it every day." Go through it again, I don't want to die, I don't want to die..."

Xia Zhuo suddenly remembered that on the first night when he came in, the figure of Hu Zimo hanging himself behind the window was also struggling to make a sound in mourning.

He asked Guan Yuzhou what the other party said, but Guan Yuzhou didn't hear clearly either.

Now he understands that what Hu Zimo keeps repeating is "I don't want to die anymore".

So Hu Zimo found it unbearable to repeat the death process every day. He didn't want to suffer in life and suffer in death, but he couldn't find a way to escape, and he didn't know what his last thought was before he died.

Forcing the question for fear of not being able to find any direct clues, Xia Zhuo thought about it, and planned to start from other places and talk about something else: "Do you remember the sports committee in your class? He said it was his fault before, and he kept thinking about it." I apologize to you again."

Hu Zimo's subconscious struggle slowed down, his hands hung from his neck to his sides, and there were already strangle marks deeply embedded in the rope on his pale skin.He stared at the ground, kept curled up and said dully: "I don't want to die..."

It's just this sentence repeated over and over again, Xia Zhuo is a little dizzy.He asked a few more random questions, but Hu Zimo didn't respond.

After a moment of silence, Guan Yuzhou opened his mouth: "Hu Zimo, if time goes back and everything starts over again, what would you most want to do?"

Xia Zhuo realized that this question was the most critical.The thing I want to do most should be the last thought when I die.

Hu Zimo raised his face, the blood on his face covered a large area of ​​paleness.His mouth opened slowly, but the fog outside the window dissipated at this moment, and the moonlight drew a circle around him, making those eyes even redder.

"Think..." he murmured.

Xia Zhuo cast an encouraging look.

"Want to see..."

The voice was swallowed into the night, like a lament, and his figure disappeared little by little along with this lament.

Xia Zhuo got up to stop him, but only grabbed the air.He looked at the bloodstains all over the floor speechlessly, "I should finish my sentence!"

The scene outside the window was still the same scene, Hu Zimo left nothing but a mess.

"Go back to 201 first, there's nothing to do tonight." Guan Yuzhou patted him on the shoulder.

"Okay." Xia Zhuo stood up, took a few steps towards the door, and lowered his head to hook his clothes: "Teacher Guan, did I make a mistake?"

Guan Yuzhou grabbed him back and held him, "No, he wouldn't answer this question originally, at most he would only give the participants a general direction."

And wanting to see something or someone is the so-called direction.

Xia Zhuo felt more comfortable, he put his ears on the door and listened carefully for a while, then hesitantly said: "There is movement outside."

"Someone?"

"Well... yes, someone is chatting, let me listen..." Xia Zhuo held his breath, and turned his head after ten seconds: "What are you talking about about the decline in birth population? The voice is not Wei Jiaxiang's. Shall we go out?"

"Well, let's go out." After Guan Yuzhou finished speaking, he stretched out his hand and opened the door.

The two of them closed the door and went out, and the person leaning on the corridor who was talking in a low voice also turned his head when he heard the sound, Uncle Yang and the floral skirt were still awake at this point.

A few people greeted them from a distance, and when they approached, Uncle Yang bent over and drooped his sore legs: "It's over? I stood here the whole night, if I didn't have someone to accompany me to say a few words, I would really get angry .”

The floral skirt bent her eyes and said with a smile: "Uncle Yang is getting nervous, he will go to the stairs to take a look every now and then, for fear that Wei Jiaxiang will come back suddenly."

"He will come back when he comes back. Anyway, Wei Jiaxiang is just a rookie now, and he can't make any splashes." Xia Zhuo shrugged indifferently, and then sighed: "It's a bit different from what I expected. The important information has not been pried out. Tomorrow will still Let's deal with the mailbox first, and see if there will be any new situations."

"I'll follow your arrangements. Anyway, as long as you don't mind, I'll hang out with you!" Floral skirt heard about the canteen from Uncle Yang, and made it clear that she wanted to be a little tail.

More importantly, Uncle Yang begged her to act together with a bitter face. Although she didn't know the reason, she wanted to be with these people, and Uncle Yang's invitation solved her trouble of not knowing how to speak.

After making an appointment for a gathering tomorrow morning, the four of them dispersed on the spot.

Maybe because he was thinking about tomorrow, Xia Zhuo slept very restlessly all night.

In the dream, for a while it was Hu Zimo's swaying shadow, for a while it was a smoky grave, and for a while it was Guan Yuzhou looking at him indifferently with red eyes.

When he opened his eyes before dawn, his whole body was covered in sweat. Guan Yuzhou was still sleeping lightly beside him. He hadn't had a good rest for several days, and he had no intention of waking up yet.

Afraid of waking him up, he froze half of his body and did not dare to move. He grabbed the ring on his chest and slowly slowed down his breathing, but he could no longer fall asleep.

He thought he would be exhausted until dawn, but in the torment, he patted his back twice with one hand.

"Where did I tell the story last time?" Guan Yuzhou's voice was close to his ear.

Xia Zhuo was stunned for a moment: "It is said that the queen is pregnant."

"Well, the queen is pregnant." Guan Yuzhou didn't open his eyes, and tucked the quilt on his shoulders with his hands, and said slowly: "The rich country is about to add a prince or princess. The king is very happy and decided to hold a grand ball .”

"The dragon in women's clothing also appeared at the ball?" Xia Zhuo asked.

"He didn't come." Guan Yuzhou said: "The ball went very well, and many witches also came to send their blessings. They wished the queen's child to have a healthy body, a beautiful face, a smart mind, and the support and love of the people. love..."

"Is this the so-called winner in life before birth?"

"That's it."

Afraid that he would start with the introduction of each witch's name, Xia Zhuo hurriedly protested in a low voice: "Can't you just skip to the October month of pregnancy and then give birth?"

Guan Yuzhou seemed to have guessed that he would be impatient, and said with a light smile, "Kiss me, and I will activate the member skip service for you."

Xia Zhuo said, "Aren't you becoming more and more rascal?" You will be molesting him now, right?

Guan Yuzhou said even more rascally: "If you don't sign up as a member, the story will end here."

Xia Zhuo was speechless, stretched his neck and gnawed on his mouth like a compromise, "Are you alright?"

For him, taking the initiative to kiss Yuzhou is something to be complacent about taking advantage of, but being forced to kiss is equivalent to being overwhelmed. The two situations are completely different.

Guan Yuzhou was barely satisfied, and continued to talk: "Ten months later, the queen's child was born. The first child was a princess. It was indeed like the blessings of the witches. She had golden hair and a pair of blue eyes. The most beautiful person..."

Xia Zhuo: "...??"

Damn, did you just talk about the first child?

Xia Zhuo puffed up her cheeks and became angry.

But he laughed out of anger, his whole shoulders trembling slightly.

Guan Yuzhou... What's going on!

Is this why my man has a filter in everything he does, and he still finds the story cute when he tells a bad story.

When he was tired from laughing, Guan Yuzhou asked warmly, "Are you feeling better?"

Xia Zhuo looked at him in the dark, and his tone became more cheerful: "How do you know that I am in a bad mood."

"I can feel it. If you're not happy, I'll wake up."

"Are you tied to my emotions with your nerves?"

"It's possible." Guan Yuzhou said.

"I was a little unhappy just now, but I was happy listening to your story." Xia Zhuo said honestly, he suddenly felt relaxed inside and out, and almost forgot all the messy scenes in his dream.

When he was in a good mood, he didn't turn over the old score anymore, and arched Guan Yuzhou's chin affectionately: "Let's sleep together for a while, Mr. Guan."

Guan Yuzhou agreed softly, hugged him and fell asleep again.

Early the next morning, Xia Zhuo woke up refreshed, without being called for the first time.

It was almost time for the morning class, and the rest of the participants also went out to act. Some of them couldn't bear to stay in the classroom. After spending the day in peace, they realized that the danger of this dream was not high, and they planned to look around today.

The two met Uncle Yang and the others in the corridor, went to the cafeteria to have breakfast together, and met Bing Yan who urged them to deal with the mailbox.

"All right, all right, we'll get it for you right now." Xia Zhuo couldn't bear to be disturbed again and again, and promised again and again, hoping that she wouldn't come around to remind her every 2 minutes like a mosquito.

"Now?" Bing Yan asked strangely, "You don't have class in the morning?"

"The mailbox is not as important as the class. Isn't it because you are afraid that you will be scolded by that old man if you are late?"

"No, I'm the one who'll be scolded by him when you go now." Bing Yan shook her head: "Don't go now, go there at noon, go there after school, and I'll cook you a big meal when I'm done."

He said "Farewell" twice, which clearly entered Xia Zhuo's ears.

After thinking for a while, Xia Zhuo nodded: "Then go at noon."

Bing Yan repeated for the second time: "Yeah, let's go at noon."

After leaving the cafeteria, Xia Zhuo stretched his waist: "Okay, stay in the classroom in the morning, and we will gather at the door of the activity room after school."

The floral skirt wondered: "Really listen to her and go at noon?"

"Yes. The aborigines have said so, how can we go against the truth?" Xia Zhuo waved his hand, took Guan Yuzhou to the third floor and entered the classroom, and pressed the students to write the test papers all morning.

And he heard Guan Yuzhou tell the story of the birth of the second princess.

Not to mention the prince, there is no sign of the evil dragon appearing so far, Xia Zhuo scratched his head anxiously: "...the queen will not give birth to a female volleyball team in succession, will she?"

Guan Yuzhou only smiled and said nothing.

When the school bell rang, the name of the third princess was decided.

After killing a few hours of boring time, seeing Xia Zhuomu's face, Uncle Yang asked doubtfully, "What's the matter?"

Xia Zhuo wanted to complain, but she didn't know where to start, so she finally sighed sadly: "It's okay, I'm a little tired."

Why are you suddenly tired?Uncle Yang guessed: "Is it because of the plot?"

"Hey..." Xia Zhuo sighed again: "Yeah, the plot is so unpredictable, I am so worried."

Uncle Yang exclaimed, and comforted him: "Which dream cannot be dug to the bottom little by little, how can it be possible to enter the hole with a stick?"

Xia Zhuo only glanced at him quietly, and said to himself that you don't understand my tiredness.

Recently, I have been busy with various tests before the final exam, and there have been no students in the activity room for a long time.

Guan Yuzhou opened the lock with the key, and when he pushed the door open, the unique smell of chemicals accumulated over the years floated in the air.

Except for the locks on the cabinets where the bottles and cans are placed, the four large lockers against the wall can be opened with a pull.Three of them were empty, not even a scrap of skin could be seen inside, only the fourth one contained items such as toolboxes and iron boards, which seemed to be the materials Bing Yan mentioned for making mailboxes.

The floral skirt looked at those props eagerly: "What do I need to do?"

There are three able-bodied big men here, and there is really no need for a little girl to do anything.Fearing that she would feel uneasy, Uncle Yang picked up a medium-sized wooden plank and gave it to her: "Be careful, pay attention when walking."

Just as the floral skirt was hugged into her arms, Xia Zhuo stopped, straightened up and looked at the half-open door: "Don't make any noise."

The atmosphere suddenly became tense.Floral skirt and Uncle Yang listened attentively, there was no movement outside, even the wind died down.

The two were at a loss, they didn't know why, and they didn't wait for two seconds before they saw Xia Zhuo dragging Guan Yuzhou into the empty cabinet.

There was no need to ask anything now, she didn't even have time to put down the plank, so she hid in the nearest one.

As soon as this side was settled, the sound of conversation over there entered my ears.

"...Mr. Wei, the average score of your class dropped [-] in the last quiz. You have to pay attention to this. Although the school is holding activities recently, you understand the truth, and you should do it for the media. Just take a look, don’t really let the students relax, they still have to study.”

Xia Zhuo glanced out through a few outlets, and the speaker was indeed the Mediterranean who came to find fault yesterday, and his tone was completely annoying.

His waist circumference is two or three times that of a normal person, and Wei Jiaxiang standing beside him looks particularly thin.

Wei Jiaxiang pushed his glasses and said with a smile: "The difficulty of the last test was high, and the average score does not represent everything. Most of the children have also calculated the last big question. I think it should be—"

Before finishing speaking, Hai Hai interrupted impatiently: "Teacher Wei, you can't always think that. The leaders of the Education Bureau only look at the scores, and the first impression is the score. How can you go so far and explain it to them in person? "

Wei Jiaxiang didn't speak.

Mediterranean continued: "Stop all the physical education classes. Just tell the students that there are many people who have entered and left the school recently. For their safety, let them do self-study in the classroom. It will never go wrong if you write more questions."

"but--"

"Don't let it go, Mr. Wei. I'm thinking about you too. You should just calm down and think about it."

"..."

Seeing that he no longer refuted, Hai Hai had a smile on his face.He reached out and patted Wei Jiaxiang on the shoulder, and said earnestly: "You are very capable, and the outside world has already begun to estimate the enrollment rate of our school because of the first class. You can work harder in this final league, as long as you can get a good result When I come back, I will write a letter of recommendation to the city after I graduate this year. With the school's reputation and your reputation, if you want to transfer to the past easily, how can your mother run around looking for this and that? ? Spending so much money may not be effective, do you think this is the reason?”

As if being pinched, Wei Jiaxiang's voice weakened: "... I know, I will work hard."

"As long as you have the determination." The principal laughed heartily at this, and waved his arm to embrace him into the door, "Xiao Wei, there is one more thing, that student named Hu in Class [-] has a good relationship with you? Several teachers reported that they often saw you with him."

"His name is Hu Zimo, and his Chinese is pretty good." Wei Jiaxiang smiled a little more realistically, and wanted to continue to introduce: "The previous grade organized poetry readings, and he also—"

"Stop, no matter how good the Chinese is, how about the one in your class who won the first prize in the composition competition? I've seen his report card. He failed in mathematics and mathematics, and he was at the bottom of English and English. He also dressed like a girl all day long. I heard from their class teacher that home visits didn’t work after several times, and I think his parents are also out of their minds, and if something goes wrong and we report it, then we’ll all fall short.” It seemed that he mentioned something very irritating Regarding the matter, Mediterranean Sea sighed deeply: "Until the school is not stabilized, there is no tolerance for mistakes. You understand this situation? If he listens to you, you can talk to him later. I am not an unreasonable person." Well, it's normal for a child to be curious at this age, as long as he knows his mistakes and corrects them, the school will allow him to read this book to the end."

"..."

Seeing his hesitation, Hai Hai persuaded in a low voice: "The school's style of study is very important. It's fine for him to do it alone. I heard from the students that he always ran to your class during the self-study class of Class [-]. If this makes class [-] Those good children have been misled, how can I explain to the parents? How can you explain? I also think about you. "

Wei Jiaxiang opened his mouth, shrugged his shoulders for a while, "...I see, principal."

"Then I will leave this matter to you, and you can handle it yourself." The principal patted him on the shoulder again, as if he had entrusted him with something good, and stared at him for two more seconds. Then he turned and left with his hands behind his back.

"That thing is the principal?" Xia Zhuo looked at his fat back, and immediately put his disgust on his face, "He eats like a pig, how dare he mention the school atmosphere? I think if there is any unhealthy trend here, it is him attracted."

Guan Yuzhou squeezed his fingertips, signaling him to continue looking back.

Wei Jiaxiang stood in the open space for a long time, then raised his head, his empty gaze was on a row of cabinets against the wall.

Xia Zhuo thought he had discovered the hiding place of the participants, but before his eyes met, Wei Jiaxiang had already walked straight towards the materials that had just been taken out on the ground.

He approached little by little, picked up one of the iron sheets, and began to make inhalation sounds in his throat.

The trembling of his body made him shaky, the veins on the back of his hand protruded obviously one after another, and the sharp corners scratched his palm, but he kneaded it into a ball vigorously as if he couldn't feel the pain.

The blood soaked into the irregular ravines, and fell to the ground along the thin edges.

It was the first time Xia Zhuo saw him look so ferocious.

In the past, Wei Jiaxiang seemed to wear a mask all the time, gentle and elegant, but now he suddenly became a demon, with teeth bared.

He squatted down, holding the irregular iron ball in one hand, bumping back and forth into the blood on the ground, repeated words came out between his clenched teeth: "Why, why, why..."

With each impact, the wound on his palm deepened, and more blood trickled down his wrist and into his cuff.He no longer felt the pain, and all the gloom and dissatisfaction were going to be vented all at once, as if they were being destroyed.

Guan Yuzhou whispered in Xia Zhuo's ear, "He's sick."

It is not easy to maintain his emotions normally, and if he continues to be stimulated, he will definitely be pushed to the brink of collapse.

"Medicine, my medicine..." Wei Jiaxiang searched his pockets but couldn't find a single medicine. He had run out of stock, he paused for a few seconds, then got up from the ground and rushed out, "Zi Where is Mo, where is Hu Zimo? I want to find him, I have to find him..."

With a bang, the door of the activity room was slammed shut.

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After getting the points and waiting patiently for a while, the four of them came out of the cabinet one after another.

The principal and Wei Jiaxiang didn't talk for long or short, but they suffered from the little girl who was holding the board and didn't have time to let go.

The floral skirt didn't dare to make a sound just now, but now her arms were sore and swollen from exhaustion.

"What kind of leader is threatening people from the beginning to the end." She complained about this: "So don't let capitalism run schools. These people only see benefits in their eyes."

Uncle Yang shook his head: "Wei Jiaxiang is quite pitiful in this regard. He intends to be friendly to everyone, but what happened."

"Uncle, when you say this, I think I read a sentence before..." The floral skirt looked up into the distance, and shouted: "'Some people treat the world well, but they are not treated well by the world'. This is what I said on the Internet. I saw a question, and someone answered it below, saying that the ruling class exploits the people, and the people can’t fight back, so they can only hurt each other or even kill each other. Now it seems that this answer is quite good. He was just exploited by the principal. Turn around and look for Hu Zimo, I don’t think anything good will happen in this state.”

"Human nature is just like this, and it hasn't changed since ancient times." Uncle Yang sighed.

"Ah!" The floral skirt suddenly screamed, looking around in a panic, "He damaged the material, what should I do?!"

Xia Zhuo glanced at the ground and picked up the toolbox: "The rest should be enough. I should be glad that he didn't go crazy enough to give it all in one pot. Otherwise, there is nothing left for us, so don't build this mailbox." gone."

"Saving and saving is not a big problem." Uncle Yang kicked the discarded iron sheet aside, bent down and picked up a stack of wooden boards: "Go to the school gate now?"

"Well, let's go." Guan Yuzhou picked up the rest of the iron sheets, and walked past Xia Zhuo with the toolbox.

Xia Zhuo was empty-handed, he grinned, and took a few steps to hug Guan Yuzhou's arm: "Teacher Guan helped me get it, so I can only take Teacher Guan."

Uncle Yang slowed down his pace silently, leaned back and pouted in the floral skirt, "See? The wound I suffered yesterday hasn't healed yet."

Looking right in front of the floral skirt, she giggled and said, "Isn't it great? You can have cp here, I'm very happy."

"Hey." Yang Shugao glanced at her: "You young people..."

"Furthermore, there is no pressure at all following them, just like going out for a winter outing." The floral skirt said what was in her heart.She looked at the people who had walked out of the corridor side by side and basked in the sun, and her expression relaxed a lot. "Stay with them for a while, it seems that leaving here has become a piece of cake."

Uncle Yang shook his head: "We still have to keep a sense of crisis around us."

"I know! I just want to talk about my feelings, and I'm always vigilant."

Noon is the time when the sun is the warmest, and the wind doesn't cool down sooner or later. At this point, most of the students in the school are eating in the cafeteria, and they don't meet anyone during this time.

All the way to the main entrance, the guard was sitting in the room warming up the meal, watching the four of them carry their weight forward, and as soon as the bowls and chopsticks were put down, they came up to them in down jackets.

It's an unfamiliar face, I haven't seen it before, and it's probably because he resigned and left the mountain after the school accident.

Recognizing that these are all teachers, he turned around and opened the door neatly without saying a word of nonsense: "Are the teachers going out to do business?"

"If you don't go down the mountain, just set up a mailbox outside." Xia Zhuo answered him.

The guard rubbed his hands and followed a few steps, standing inside the fence to watch them pick a place to start piling, "Have you eaten yet?"

Xia Zhuo nodded: "I came here after eating, don't worry about us."

It's not easy to talk with him.

"Oh, that's ok, I'll cover the door first, and call me when I'm done, I'm afraid that there are too many people on the mountain recently, and I accidentally let outsiders in."

After leaving a sentence, the guard didn't interfere much, and turned back with his heels.

The electronic door buzzed and closed under manipulation, completely blocking the connection between the school and the outside world.

Xia Zhuo was picking stones on the side of the road to draw lines on the iron sheet, when suddenly he felt dizzy and smelled the familiar scent of incense.

A thin layer of mountain mist diffused upwards, and the biting cold air rolled with white particles visible to the naked eye, rolling with the wind, as if falling into an ice cave for a moment.

"Hiss! It's so cold, what's going on, why did the weather suddenly change..." The floral skirt exclaimed and hid behind Uncle Yang.

The sun was gone, and the sky was gray and dark.Xia Zhuo held Guan Yuzhou's arm, and the two looked at each other and looked at the school gate at the same time.

Under the cover of whiteness, the clean and brand-new electronic door was rusty between changes, the people in the guard room disappeared, and the living utensils became inferior and dilapidated.The only remaining greenery was destroyed, and the dead branches struggled to stick out of the wall, as if they couldn't stand the loneliness and wanted to break out of the cage, but they were trapped in place and couldn't break free.

"This, isn't this what happened the day we first fell into the dream?" Uncle Yang, who has always been steady, was also dizzy and couldn't tell what happened.

Guan Yuzhou protected Xia Zhuo, his voice lowered, and he murmured as if smiling: "Three days... so I was referring to this."

"Three days?" Uncle Yang also came over with a floral skirt, "Are you talking about the reminder on the watch?"

Xia Zhuo looked into the distance, passing through the sea of ​​fog, the villages and towns under her feet were densely packed.

As if to confirm something, he suddenly took Guan Yuzhou's arm and hurried to the school gate.The unguarded boundary can easily be turned over, and when the line is crossed, the warmth descends from the sky again.

The smoky smell dissipates with the wind, and the air is as clean as the outside.

The people in the guard room didn't swallow a mouthful of food and almost spit it out.He looked at the two men who forced their way back and forth in surprise, pushed open the door and asked hesitantly: "The mailbox...is it ready so quickly? I just said just call me, it's too dangerous for you to just turn it over. Could it be that I didn't hear you when you shouted? Sorry, I may have been distracted."

He reopened the electronic door, and Uncle Yang and Floral Skirt came in.

Xia Zhuo ignored the guard, looked at the other two and quickly said: "The 'three days' in the reminder not only refers to the three days before Christmas Eve, but also the three days before the retrospective date. This school is The dividing line of time."

After speaking, he fell into thinking again, what is the meaning of this arrangement of the dream?

The only thing that comes to mind right now is to have the participants do something during the staggered times.

But what to do?Hu Zimo is dead, saving his life is nonsense, what else can they do?

He was thinking desperately, but his thoughts were twisted into a ball, and it seemed that there was an answer that was ready to come out, but the answer couldn't grasp the corners, and he couldn't see the whole picture clearly.

"Back in time...in and out of school..." Floral Quin murmured softly, and asked, "Among the participants, you are the only ones who have been out of school and out of school. Didn't anything special happen at the foot of the mountain?"

"Something special?" Xia Zhuo paused.

Guan Yuzhou lowered his eyes, lowered his head to his ear and exhaled and said a word: "Didn't you say you want to help them? Why can't I remember."

As soon as he reminded, Xia Zhuo understood.All the words are connected into a line, and his heart is beating like a drum.

By the way, it's a special thing, Hu Zimo's parents moved away on the day the time went back.

Although it was just a branch line to send letters for Wei Jiaxiang as a mailbox, it became a dream at this time to give them a reminder to go out of school to check for the change.

What he hadn't seen clearly in the illusion on the first night, were the two figures that landed in his pupils when Hu Zimo raised his head——

One tall and one short, a man and a woman, wearing worn-out shoes.

The drop that fell from the sky was not rain, but tears that fell one after another, and it was the existence that turned all the grief into reality.

"It's his parents that Hu Zimo wants to meet!" Xia Zhuo's goosebumps rose, "His parents haven't moved today, so there's still time to go down the mountain!"