Xin Yanlai was at the junior high school on Xinxiao Road. The senior high school and junior high school were relatively close, with the teaching building just opposite and the teacher's office building in the middle of the two buildings, overlapping in part.
Over the past two years, Xin Xiaolu has become familiar with the life of a primary school student. Mr. Xin treats her well and never lacks pocket money. Ms. He Rumeng is not a problem except that she is a little cold to her and doesn't talk to her. As for Xin Yuan, this guy is a little timid towards her now, and he will never stay with her alone if he can avoid it.
In Xin Yuan's words, "Xin Xiaolu is weird. I get creepy when I sit next to her. She has watched too many ghost movies and she is like a ghost."
I have to say, this kid is quite perceptive. But after Xin Yan heard this, Xin Yuan suffered for a while.
Xin Yanlai, the stepbrother, has been the one who has taken the best care of Xin Xiaolu in the past two years. It should be said that he has taken extra care of his younger brothers and sisters, and is much more competent than Mr. Xin and Ms. He. Because Xin Xiaolu is "quiet and introverted", he is even more attentive to Xin Xiaolu. After two years of stewing soup, Xin Xiaolu's classmates are familiar with him, and other grades also know that there is a girl in the elementary school who must not be bullied, otherwise she will be taken to the office by the famous academic bully in the school to be scolded.
This directly led to Xin Xiaolu's life being uneventful for the past two years. His daily life consisted of going to school and doing homework. The only time he could use his previous experience was when the class gathered together to tell ghost stories.
As we all know, students are one of the most enthusiastic groups in the world to commit suicide. They are always particularly interested in ghosts. Maybe it is because their study life is too boring, so some people want to actively seek some excitement. Therefore, every night when they have evening self-study, various ghost stories are always particularly popular.
Xin Xiaolu is a famous ghost story teller in their class. He is recognized as the one who tells ghost stories with the most atmosphere and feeling. His most amazing achievement was scaring all the female classmates and most of the male classmates into tears. That night, all the students in the class went to the toilet in groups of at least four. No one dared to be alone.
Later, his reputation became more and more famous, and even students from the next class came to listen to his stories. They went back so tired that their legs became weak, and came back the next day, fully demonstrating the mentality of "the more afraid you are, the more you want to listen."
When I first entered junior high school, there was not much fluctuation in the number of students in the class, and most of them were still from the original class. Because the school had just started, there were no teachers teaching in the evening, so a group of people had to study on their own. However, these kids were at the age when they were in a playful mood, and the vacation had just ended, so how could they be willing to study so obediently? As soon as the teacher left, a group of students started thinking about doing something exciting.
"Tell a ghost story!" After a classmate said this, everyone subconsciously looked at Xin Xiaolu who was sitting in the corner.
A new classmate was puzzled and asked his deskmate: "What's wrong? Why are you looking at her when telling ghost stories?"
Her deskmate sympathized with her: "You used to be in Class 5, you don't know how good Xin Xiaolu in our class is at telling ghost stories."
"Today, I'll let you see it."
At dusk in September, there were large patches of fiery clouds in the sky. Although the sun had already set, there were still red clouds covering half of the sky. Some students who wanted to create a better atmosphere turned off the lights and the classroom door. The originally bright room suddenly became dim, with only the three large windows on the left casting red light on the side faces of a group of students.
Outside the junior high school building is a small forest. At this time, the trees that are green and vibrant during the day have turned into a group of dark shadows, crowded outside the window and swaying in the wind.
Xin Xiaolu told them stories in a vague voice. She happened to feel a little bored today, and wanted to see the expressions of these children who were so scared that they wanted to cry but had to hold back their tears, so she chose a school ghost story.
She is the best at this, and what she tells are all real things that happened. The details are so terrifying, and the sense of reality and immersion is so strong that a group of naughty kids couldn't help trembling when listening to her, and they huddled together for courage.
The light outside was getting dimmer and dimmer, and the classroom was getting darker and darker. The windows were not closed, and the cool breeze blowing in made the children, who were sweating from fear, feel cold on their backs.
Xin Xiaolu spoke in a gloomy tone, "… She and her friends hid in a classroom and blocked the footsteps outside the door. 'It's okay for now.' She sat down on the ground with weak legs, wanting to take a break, but she found that the classmates who had escaped here with her did not move. They stood straight beside her and surrounded her. The girl finally felt something was wrong. She slowly raised her head and saw the faces of her classmates, all looking at her expressionlessly. Those familiar faces seemed like strangers reflected in a mirror in the darkness. She suddenly realized that the people who had escaped with her from that place did not seem to be her classmates. She was the only 'alone' here…"
The children who were originally sitting next to other classmates subconsciously moved away a little and dared not get too close to others. In addition, many timid children looked at the faces of their classmates next to them at this time. I don’t know if it was due to psychological reasons, but they also seemed strange, like the expressionless mirror man described by Xin Xiaolu.
Xin Xiaolu continued talking for a while, and just said: "At this time, there was a knock on the door, dong dong dong..."
There were sudden knocks on their classroom door, and the same knocking sound almost drowned out Xin Xiaolu's last words.
"Ah—" The students couldn't hold it in anymore and screamed collectively.
The door was pushed open, and the person turned on the light. The eyes behind the glasses stared at the group of panicked and frightened children: "What are you arguing about? Why are the lights on in the evening study room?"
Under the bright lights, the cool boy had a red armband on his arm representing the senior grade discipline committee member, and was holding a class score sheet in his hand. He looked like he was being inspected by a superior.
"Oh no! The discipline committee is checking and the class will be deducted points!" Almost all the children's fear of ghost stories instantly turned into the fear of being deducted points. They hurried back to their seats, not daring to say a word, grabbed the books and buried their faces in them. For a moment, the only sound in the entire class was the sound of chairs being dragged.
Xin Xiaolu: “…” Tsk, the story isn’t over yet.
Xin Yanlai took a pen and wrote a few words on the notebook, then closed the pen cap and walked to Xin Xiaolu's side. He looked at her empty desk and said softly, "There will be a baseline test in two days. Don't you want to review?"
Xin Xiaolu didn't like studying. She had been in school for so many years, but she was familiar with everything. Junior high school knowledge was not difficult for her. If no one was watching, she didn't want to do her homework. But with her brother Yanlai watching her, she could only complete her homework and take the exam seriously, so that he wouldn't assign her extra homework.
She admired him and was afraid of him.
Xin Xiaolu slowly took out the book and said, "I have a headache. I don't want to read."
Xin Yanlai: "You have a headache again? Didn't you sleep last night again?"
Xin Xiaolu nodded.
Xin Yan looked at the time on the wall clock and said, "You can't do this. Come here." He took his sister away openly, ignoring the wide-eyed eyes of the children in the class.
Xin Yanlai sent Xin Xiaolu to the school clinic. "I don't think you'll be able to sleep well at home. Lie down here and rest for a while. I'll call you after school. I've checked your attendance. I'll ask for leave from your teacher when we go to the teachers' building. You can sleep here without worry."
This was not the first time Xin Yanlai had done this, and Xin Xiaolu was also used to being lazy. She did have a headache when she thought about homework and exams. She thought being a ghost was worse than being a human. At least as a ghost, she didn't have to take exams or sleep. Damn, being a ghost was so good.
She lay on the bed and dozed off for a while. Not long after, she heard footsteps outside. Xin Yanlai came back again. He didn't have the score sheet in his hand. He probably finished inspecting the lower grade classes. He didn't have the score sheet, but he did have milk.
"I bought some milk from the grocery store and heated it up in the teachers' microwave. Drink it and then take a rest."
In her heart, Xin Xiaolu called Xin Yanlai "Milk Brother" because he would feed her milk all the time, so that she would think of milk whenever she saw his face.
"I'm going back to class. If you have anything, tell the school doctor outside, okay?"
"I got it, brother." Xin Xiaolu was a soft-hearted person. Just like Xin Yuan had to call her sister under pressure, she also had to call Xin Yanlai brother under pressure.
The stern boy's eyes lit up slightly when she called him brother, and he smiled very briefly, a shy smile of a very young man. When he taught people with a cold face, he looked like a mature brother, and at this time, he showed a cuteness that suited his age.
"You need to get some rest, okay?"
Xin Yanlai left, and Xin Xiaolu really lay there and fell asleep for a while. Human sleep is really a luxury, and having a good sleep is a gift from God. If it weren't for her young age, with her sleep quality, Xin Xiaolu felt that she might really lose her hair early.
After the evening study session, Xin Yan came to pick up Xin Xiaolu. Because Xin Xiaolu was still asleep, he waited for a while.
Xin Yuan also had to go to evening self-study, but his elementary school evening self-study ended an hour earlier than the junior and senior high schools, so he went home a long time ago. Xin Yanlai waited until Xin Xiaolu woke up naturally, and gave her a pack of wet wipes to let her wipe her face to wake up.
"Come on, I'll take you home."
Their community is not far from the school, only a dozen minutes' walk away, and they usually don't let their family driver pick them up.
When they walked out of the building, many classrooms were still lit. Xin Yanlai handed his coat to Xin Xiaolu, "You just woke up, don't let the wind blow you, put it on."
Because the milk boy was so nice, Xin Xiaolu took it even though she didn't think she needed it.
The two walked towards the school gate and passed by the bulletin board in front. On it was the red list of grades posted when they enrolled in school. Xin Yanlai was at the top of the list. Next to it were the commendation photos. Xin Yanlai's photo was particularly eye-catching and looked better than the others.
The boy's face looked a little childish under the streetlight, but his pursed lips revealed a serious look. He noticed that she lowered her head slightly and her long eyelashes drooped. Xin Xiaolu always wondered if his long eyelashes would brush against his glasses.
The two walked out of the school. There were small stalls outside emitting the aroma of food. Since stalls were not allowed in front of the school gate, these snack stalls had all moved to the street next to it. When you walked over, you could smell a mixture of various food aromas.
Xin Xiaolu pulled Xin Yanlai's clothes and said, "Brother."
Xin Yanlai: "Hmm?"
Xin Xiaolu: "I'm hungry and want to eat that." The reason why she called brother so bluntly was because she forgot to bring money when she went out today.
Xin Yan came to take a look at the barbecue stall. As a young master, he never ate this kind of roadside barbecue. He hesitated and said, "Eating this at this time? If you are really hungry, I will take you to eat, okay?"
If Xin Yuan was here, he would definitely yell "No" and beg for food from the barbecue stall. Xin Yanlai would never agree and would force him to go. But Xin Xiaolu was not stupid. She looked at the barbecue stall with longing eyes and said in a pitiful tone, "It smells so good. I haven't eaten it before... Forget it."
Sure enough, Xin Yanlai couldn't bear it and took her to the roadside barbecue stall, "I'll buy you some, and we'll go to the store in front to eat it with the porridge later."
Little Milk Brother only eats soft things and not hard things.
The author has something to say: I forgot to set the time! ! ! !