Yin Qin Mu Xi Niang
On Monday, Fang Guo received an envelope from the monitor of the high school, a funeral invitation.
The person who died was Wei Wei.
Fang Guo thought for ten minutes before thinking of Wei Wei.
Wei Wei is Fang Guo's third-year classmate in high school and the class flower of their class.
Logically speaking, Wei Wei is the class flower, and Fang Guo should have a deep memory of her.
However, the fact is exactly the opposite. Fang Guo's memory of Wei Wei is very thin.
In my impression, she is a very beautiful and quiet girl with average grades and very little presence. It seems to be a paper figure, the only bright spot is its beauty, but that beauty also seems to be always covered by a shadow, making it hard to see clearly.
Not long after Fang Guo saw the envelope, he received a call from the monitor: "Fang Guo?"
Fang Guo: "Long live the monitor."
The squad leader was amused and said, "Did you see the envelope I sent you?"
Fang Guo bowed his head, still holding the envelope in his hand, which was as white as snow.
The characters on the top are like dragons and snakes, vigorous and free, and they are not inferior to masters of calligraphy.
"I see." Fang Guo hesitated for a moment, then asked, "Is it true?"
The squad leader was silent, and said in a heavy tone for a long time: "Who would make fun of such a thing?"
Too.
Fang Guo was disappointed.
No matter if you are familiar with him or not, you are my classmate for three years. Calculated now, he is only twenty-five years old.
This is an early death. Such a beautiful flower has withered like this, and it will never bloom again.
Fang Guo sighed: "The world is impermanent." After a pause, he said in confusion: "I remember we have not been in touch with Wei Wei for five or six years. Why did you suddenly find us to attend the funeral?"
Wei Wei was transferred from a remote area to a high school in a township, and he completely lost contact after graduating from high school. Now that Fang Guo graduated from university and worked for a year, he was suddenly contacted to attend the funeral.
He was a little surprised that he still went to a remote mountain village that he had never been to.
Squad leader: "I don't know either." She hesitated for a moment, and then said: "I was also contacted suddenly... Maybe Wei Wei was not close to us at that time, just because he was shy. In fact, she likes us very much."
Fang Guo nodded: "Maybe."
Monitor: "When are you leaving?"
Fang Guo: "Three days later. I have to wait for leave approval."
Squad leader: "Okay. See you then."
Fang Guo: "See you then."
The address of the funeral was very remote, and Fang Guo had never heard of it.
All the way trains, buses and vans go back and forth, starting early in the morning, and sitting in the van at dusk.
Fang Guo was carrying the luggage with a tired face. There were six people in the van including the driver.
The other three people, two men and one woman, were dark-skinned and seemed to be peasants. One of them was all in black, wrapped in a hood, and was in the shadows, so he couldn't see clearly.
They met in town in the afternoon, and only one van drove to their destination. The van was old and had a strong smell of motor oil inside.
Fang Guo endured the nausea and got into the car, bumping all the way, feeling sick to his stomach.
He doesn't get motion sickness, it's just that he changed cars all day today, and his body functions are protesting.
Fang Guo couldn't bear it any longer, and asked the driver: "Master, how long will it be until we arrive?"
Driver: "Come on."
Fang Guo didn't like to hear this answer, and he might not be able to persist without a definite answer.
"Master, can you be more precise?"
Driver: "Hey, it's going fast. What should I say? I've been on this road for more than ten years, and I know it's going to be fast when I get here without looking at the road. If I say it's fast, it's fast. Why are you in a hurry?"
Apparently the driver was short-tempered.
Fang Guo couldn't speak any more, and always felt like he was going to throw up.
Stomach churns, it's hard.
The woman among the three on the opposite side looked up, and seemed to see Fang Guo's distressed face, and said, "It's about a quarter of an hour, not far away."
She used the ancient time calculation method, a quarter of an hour is about fifteen minutes.
Fifteen minutes, a quarter of an hour.
It's not enough time for a round of puzzle games, but at this moment, as far as Yu Fang Guo is concerned, the days are like years.
Fang Guo squinted slightly, his stomach rolled, his throat felt uncomfortable, the smell of motor oil, sweat and various smells mixed together in his nose, making it even more disgusting.
Just when he was about to call the car to stop, there was a sudden burst of ink fragrance in his nostrils, with ice-like coldness. It's like the flowers just taken out of the refrigerator in summer, with air-conditioning on them.
It also has the fragrance of ink.
It relieved Fang Guo's churning and uncomfortable stomach.
Fang Guo caught a glimpse of an arm beside him, it was very white. Bloodless white, somewhat sickly.
Startled for a moment, Fang Guo looked up at the person sitting beside him.
It was dark in the car, and it was already night outside.
There is no moonlight, because it is in the wilderness, and there are no street lights.
Only because the lights are on, the interior of the car is slightly bright. The person beside him was all in black again, except for the outstretched arms, which were too fair to be clearly seen in the dark night.
The person beside him stretched out his hand and supported Fang Guo.
The pleasant scent of ink came from the man beside him, Fang Guo thanked him in a low voice, and retreated slightly reluctantly.
The man said nothing, and withdrew his hand.
Looking forward, the car was completely quiet.
There was a sudden bump, and Fang Guo couldn't sit still, and was about to roll towards the ground. That pale arm suddenly appeared again and wrapped around Fang Guo's waist, leading him into an embrace filled with the fragrance of ice and ink.
The car drove steadily again, and Fang Guo heard the complaints of two men and a woman on the opposite side, as well as the driver and the muddy laughter. At this moment, he felt that the voices seemed to be a little far away from him. He could hear the voices, but couldn't hear the content clearly.
Probably because at this moment, his mind is on the person beside him.
It was a man, tall and thin.
Fang Guo thought to himself, and then realized that the force around his waist was too strong, it was tight, but it wouldn't strangle him.
"thanks."
Fang Guo thanked in a low voice again, and then pushed the chest of the man beside him. I thought it would be difficult to push it away according to the strength of the waist, but I didn't expect him to let go of it casually and quickly.
This convinced Fang Guo that the man had a good heart, so he was full of gratitude.
He wanted to start a conversation, but he felt sick when he opened his throat.
After thinking about it, it’s better to get off the car in the village and chat again, anyway, a village is only that big. The driver master also said that he would spend the night in the village, and it is estimated that he should also spend the night in the village.
Thinking of this, Fang Guo closed his eyes and rested against the back of the chair.
So I didn't see it. When he closed his eyes, the noisy environment in the car suddenly became quiet. The man beside him turned his head slightly, his face hidden in the hood was covered with thick fog, and there were two eyes inside, staring at Fang Guo without blinking.
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Ghosts attack people, I'm cute.