"...I want to ask, what did you send me?"
between classes.
Xu Jiao stood outside the teaching building, deliberately avoiding the road of people coming and going, standing next to a willow tree, and dialed the "home" number she took last night. The one who answered the phone was the original owner. Father Xu Dashu.
"You will know if you take it apart and take a look. The master said that it is something that his son wore before his death. If you wear this, that person knows that you are his wife and will bless you underground, maybe. … When you work in the future, your boss will appreciate you, and the teachers at school will like you too…”
Behind it were some long-winded feudal fantasies. Xu Jiao moved the phone away from her ear and looked up at the willow tree beside her.
It is the season of the late spring and summer solstice, the city is still a little cold, as if it will not be honestly shrouded in the heat until the summer solstice, the streets are also full of messy clothes, some people get cool in short-sleeved shorts early, and others man in woolen coat walks by.
The willow tree has sprouted new shoots, and the catkins fluttered about half of the campus in the first two months. Now it is much more honest, only the branches occasionally show a little white, and the rest are graceful and fluttering green, which is very spring.
Looking at the luxuriant willow tree, Xu Jiao heard that the brainwashing voice from the phone weakened a little, and put the phone to her ear again, interrupting impatiently:
"What are you wearing?"
"Did you send it wrong, why did I receive a tablet from a woman?"
Xu Dashu was talking nonsense about telling her not to be disrespectful to her "dead husband". Since she took money from others, she would do things for them. Halfway through the conversation, when he heard Xu Jiao interjecting impolitely, he was just about to educate him. , suddenly realized what he heard.
"You, what are you talking about?" The man's rough and vicissitudes voice came from the phone.
Xu Jiao repeated her words unhurriedly: "I said, why is the courier I received a tablet for a woman? It says her surname is Zheng, and her name is Zheng Zhiyu."
"What is the surname of Zheng, that family is also surnamed Xu. When my son died, he was only eighteen. Where did he come from with the surname of Zheng? Don't tell me nonsense!" Xu Jiao was lying to him.
Xu Jiao didn't know what happened to the old father, and was too lazy to explain to him, she just said lightly: "Since you didn't send it here, then I'll send it back to that address as it is."
"Don't send me that kind of weird stuff. Next time I will refuse it. If you want to make money, just earn it yourself. Selling your daughter is nothing, and I'm not your wishing pool."
She still spoke in the same flat tone, without much emotional ups and downs.
However, in Xu Dashu's ears, it is this daughter who has always been silent and stubborn. I don't know why she suddenly learned to resist. Originally, she was just a student who could read and didn't care about other things. She was as quiet as the air at home, but now she will be with him. Talk back
"... I just said girls shouldn't read too much. You're going out now because your wings are hard, and you don't listen to my words—"
"beep."
Xu Jiao raised her hand and yawned, then set the phone to mute, and then blocked the number just now, and prepared to go back to the classroom with her slightly moist eyes.
She thought about the money left in her meal card.
There are still 20 days until the end of this month, and the card is only 100 yuan. The money in the bank card in my memory is saved by working part-time. It is necessary to pay for school fees.
Maybe it was because she had never lived a poor life in the first few worlds, and Xu Jiao found that she had no way to make money for a while.
Wrinkling her brows, she was about to walk towards the road beside her, and followed the road back to the teaching building, but she suddenly stepped on the roots of this lingering tree, and there was a sudden chill on the back of her neck.
Based on the skills she had left in the previous worlds, Xu Jiao instinctively lowered her body and avoided the wind whistling overhead. Before she could tell what it was, she heard another sound coming from the sky. movement.
She quickly looked at that place, ready to dodge according to the source of the attack. However, due to the low blood sugar caused by not eating breakfast all the year round, she just crouched together, and the line of sight suddenly turned black, followed by a golden star. Come.
It was at this moment of pause that the wind whistled to the side of her face, and then, the burning pain spread from the right side of the face near the ear, extending all the way to the neck.
Xu Jiao took a deep breath.
She raised her hand and touched the side of her face, waited for the golden color in front of her to dissipate, looked up again, and found that there was nothing in front of her, the blue sky and white clouds above her head, and the big willow tree whose branches fluttered in the wind.
Using the phone with the black screen as a mirror, Xu Jiao glanced at her own appearance on the screen, and found that a red mark appeared on the right side of her face to the neck. The whip-sub is pulled out the same way.
Can cause this kind of injury...
She narrowed her eyes and looked at the willow tree in front of her.
Some legends about the willow tree suddenly appeared in my mind.
There is a saying that the willow trees planted by the river are useful for warding off evil spirits, and the willow branches can also fight ghosts. Soul lock, those dirty things like to live on the willow tree.
Xu Jiao touched the skin near the wound on the side of her face. For a while, she couldn't tell whether it was the tree in front of her who saw her recent bad luck, wanted to exorcise her, or she was playing a prank on her for some other reason.
Anyway.
Her face hurts a lot.
Feeling the burning sensation on half of her cheeks, Xu Jiao stepped out of the grass without expression and made a decision—
The culprit that made her so unlucky.
She will never let go.
…
"My God, Xu Jiao, what's wrong with your face?"
"Are you going to take a leave to visit the school doctor's office? I just heard from your roommate that you fell off the bed last night... Your dormitory has been unlucky recently, right?"
"Yeah, Xiaoli just accompanied Qian Ai to the infirmary, why don't you ask the teacher for a leave of absence?"
After returning to the classroom, because it was a small professional class, all the classmates were sitting in the classroom. The marks on Xu Jiao's face were too obvious to be easily noticed by the girls, so they all gathered around her with concern and greeted her. Play a friendly classmate love.
She blinked, originally planning to make do with another class, but when she heard what they said between the lines, she couldn't help frowning: "What's wrong with Qian Ai?"
While talking, Xu Jiao looked at the old wooden desks and chairs around her. The classroom was only a few dozen square feet. Twenty or thirty people were easily swept away by her, but she didn't see Qian Ai and Zhou Qili.
"You don't know yet?" A girl sitting in the front row turned around, she was secretly eating bread during the break, but now she gestured to her: "Qian Ai went to the toilet just now, the toilet in this building is not It's very old. It's the kind of flushing water every time. I heard that Qian Ai accidentally twisted his foot and stepped into the pit, and then he fell for no reason. It wasn't too disgusting when…”
Saying that, she picked up the bread she had put on the table again, but somehow lost her appetite and had to put it back.
Xu Jiao's face changed again and again, she thanked the female classmate, and then walked to the podium. Because the injury was so obvious, the teacher who was lecturing was startled. He also told her to walk carefully and not get hurt again.
Xu Jiao thanked her teacher, returned to her seat, and threw her notes into her schoolbag. When she slung the schoolbag over her shoulder, the strap of the schoolbag fell down inexplicably, as if it contained something heavy.
The girl naturally noticed this. When she walked out of the classroom, the class bell rang, and there were no other students in the corridor. Xu Jiao counted the stairs and went down, all the way to the open space outside the teaching building. When I need to turn it, I catch a glimpse of a familiar piece of wood.
It was the wooden tablet that she had deliberately left under the quilt in the morning and didn't bring it out.
Xu Jiao: "…"
She pushed the book aside, stared at the dark tablet, and said suddenly, "Is that you who whipped me with a wicker just now?"
The rectangular wood was motionless, and he didn't know if he didn't want to interact with her, or if he couldn't respond.
Xu Jiao was not in a hurry. She stared at the piece of wood for a while, then stood in the middle of the road and said slowly, "The wood used for this tablet seems to be pretty good. It must be used as firewood to burn for a long time, right?"
Tablet: "...!"
It shook violently in Xu Jiao's schoolbag, as if provoked by her words and wanted to protest something.
Seeing that it could respond, Xu Jiao raised her brows immediately and did something that was a bit bizarre to others, she whispered to the tablet: "Is it you who hit me with a wicker just now? A shock, not a shock twice."
The plaque shook.
Xu Jiao got the answer and saw a student coming from a distance, in a hurry, as if she knew the teacher was calling for a name, so she rushed over from the dormitory. She didn't pay much attention to the others, and just zipped up her schoolbag. , put the original owner's dirty backpack on his back again, and followed the location of the school doctor's office in his memory.
When no one was around, she patted her schoolbag slowly with her backhand, and said in a low voice:
"Don't come out with me next time."
"You are so heavy, so tired to carry you."
Tablets that are strongly disliked: "… "
…
"Xiao Xu... What are you, hiss, this... on your face?"
in the school doctor's office.
Zhou Qili, who had just been with Qian Ai to deal with her foot injury, just came out, and she bumped into Xu Jiao who was coming this way. Her eyes were full of joy, and then she saw the shocking look from the right side of her face to her neck. Wound.
Xu Jiao didn't look like she was so-called, but Zhou Qili didn't know what she was thinking, her pupils shrank suddenly, her whole body started to tremble in this broad day, her teeth were shaky, and she took Xu Jiao's hand and pushed her Pulling to a more secluded place next to him, he looked around nervously, his throat moved, and he said again:
"Xu Jiao."
"Yes, did we yesterday... Yesterday afternoon... "
Perhaps the latter content can give people great fear, and Zhou Qili couldn't tell the story of the pen-immortal, as if she was afraid of being heard by some creature, and then gave her fear according to the script she gave.
Xu Jiao understood what she meant. She raised her hand and patted her on the shoulder with her other hand. The force was neither light nor heavy, as if to comfort her. At the same time, she stared into Zhou Qili's eyes and answered seriously:
"no."
She said: "There are always changes in people's fortunes. It just so happens that Ai and I have been unlucky recently. Don't think too much about it."
If it wasn't for Zhou Qili and Qian Ai being nice to the original owner, Xu Jiao wouldn't bother to soothe their hearts at all, especially when she spoke in a normal tone, the facial muscles involved a lot, which always made her feel more pain in her face.
Zhou Qili grabbed her hand and increased her strength uncontrollably. After Xu Jiao's words fell, she shook her head and repeated, "No, no, you don't know..."
"Ai Ai told me that she didn't have slippery feet at all. When she was going to the toilet, something grabbed her feet and dragged her down. She screamed so badly. Outside, I heard someone who rushed in and pulled her out..."
Zhou Qili's tone was a little bit depressed to the extreme, and she was afraid that she would speak too loudly to attract the attention of others, but the fear of climbing up her back made her unable to hold back her voice, as if the fears accumulated in her body were not enough. If she finds an outlet to vent out, she will be crushed to death by this mountain of emotions.
Her fingernails involuntarily pinched into the back of Xu Jiao's hand, causing Xu Jiao to look down. Before she could stop her, she heard Zhou Qili crying and asked fearfully:
"First you, now Ai Ai, is it my turn soon?"
"I shouldn't have dragged you guys to play this game out of curiosity. In horror, usually people who lure ghosts will die. I'm still so young, and the p I'm chasing haven't had a he yet. I don't want to die..."
Xu Jiao wanted to comfort her again, but when she heard the second half of her words, her expression changed to =. =
She expressionlessly pulled Zhou Qili's hand away from the back of her hand, and said casually, "Don't worry, no."
With tears in her eyes, Zhou Qili asked her, "How do you know?"
Xu Jiao pulled her sleeves and took her to the medical treatment room where Qian Ai was, and replied casually: "Because there, the person who encounters a ghost may also be the protagonist, and the routine of destroying the protagonist group is not popular now. , we must he."
Zhou Qili: "...?"
For some reason, when she heard Xu Jiao's words, she somehow felt a little less flustered.
At this moment, Xu Jiao glanced back at her, seeing that this little roommate who was addicted and unable to extricate herself was normal for a little while, suddenly she felt a little funny, and she couldn't help but wonder if there were any readers like Zhou Qili in real life. Type of.
That is, "My life may not be sweet, but the p that I knock must be happy".
After thinking about it, Xu Jiao added a more reliable comfort: "Don't be afraid, even if there is something dirty, you must find me first, and the two of you will be fine."
Zhou Qili asked, "Why?"
A bit of coldness flashed in Xu Jiao's eyes: "Because I plan to destroy it, I will try to stabilize their hatred."
Zhou Qili: "!"
I don't know why, it sounded like a sentence full of death, but looking at Xu Jiao's expression at the moment, Zhou Qili felt an inexplicable admiration in her heart.
She wondered in horror, is this the real Xueba? You are proficient in all walks of life, and you can also hunt ghosts across the line
…
When Qian Ai saw Xu Jiao, she felt a sense of sadness when she saw a brother in distress.
Before she and Zhou Qili stayed together, both of them were filled with panic and dared not go to a place where no one was there for a moment, so she just sat in this treatment room for a long time, even though the doctor and nurse had told her After many times, there is no big problem with her feet, mainly a little bruise and excessive shock, and even no bones are injured.
But Qian Aiquan pretended he couldn't hear him, took out his mobile phone and sat there cheekily, feeling the feeling of being surrounded by popular people, and finally suppressed the fear in his heart a little and regained some ability to think.
She remembered that she had relatives in the city, and she thought about all kinds of weird things in the dormitory recently. Qian Ai didn't dare to live in the dormitory anymore. Put incense in the place and watch a few rituals to calm down.
As soon as Xu Jiao came and put some colorless ointment on her face, Qian Ai told her and Zhou Qili this idea, and whispered:
"Really, I heard that the temple outside the city is very good... We are in trouble. The normal channel will definitely not work, and we occasionally need a little faith."
Xu Jiao stared at her, "Is Marxism-Leninism not good enough, or socialist core values not long enough?"
Qian Ai: "… "
She was dumbfounded by the questioning of Xu Jiao's soul, and she folded her hands and gave her a gesture of forgiveness: "Xu Xueba, you have seen our tragic situation these two days. What does it mean? It means that there are some things in Marxism-Leninism that are not within its jurisdiction, and that there are specialties in the art industry, and we should leave this kind of thing to special people to do.”
Zhou Qili was in a trance next to her: "Can you guys stop engaging in academic debates on this kind of thing?"
Qian Ai immediately turned back to the main point: "In a word, I think living in the dormitory is too evil. I want to live off-campus temporarily, will you come with me?"
Zhou Qili's face showed a little hesitation, and she had to say that in front of Xiao Ming, going to relatives' houses to eat and drink with her classmates was no longer in her consideration.
She looked at Xu Jiao's face expectantly, and whispered, "Xiao Xu...?"
Xu Jiao replied calmly, "You can go if you want, I will live in the dormitory."
Zhou Qili took a deep breath and looked anxious. She wanted to persuade Xu Jiao to say something, but when the words came to her mouth, Xu Jiao had already raised her hand and made a stop gesture with them, and said lightly:
"I'm serious."
"You can just go out and live, you don't need to be mentally burdened, this is my choice, and I will bear the corresponding consequences—"
"Since the game is played together by us, and the death is also together, no matter what happens, we must be mentally prepared."
A few words calmed both Zhou Qili and Qian Ai.
When they returned to the dormitory to pack up and leave, they looked at Xu Jiao with a strange kind of worry and guilt in their eyes, as if they had already confirmed that she would not have a good life in the future.
Out of inexplicable psychology, the two roommates took out the snacks from the bottom of the box, as well as the fresh fruit they just bought, and said to her: "Xueba, it is troublesome for us to take these away, and they will expire after a long time. Now, eat them all if you have time."
Xu Jiao looked at the table full of snacks, wondering whether they were making her die and be a full-fledged ghost
But she didn't stop her, she just nodded casually, and after the two left, she also left the dormitory and walked all the way out of the school gate to the bus stop.
She was still carrying an old-fashioned faded backpack, and the people in the car didn't even look at her, so she led her to one of the most famous local attractions.
…
Late spring and early summer is a good time to visit the garden. The breeze blows over the lake, causing ripples, sparkling light blowing from above, and the graceful willows on the bank of the embankment, the sky is blue , the water is clear, the willows are green, the flowers are red, and the scenery is beautiful everywhere.
Xu Jiao squinted her eyes because of the wind. Instead of going to crowded places, she walked along the embankment all the way to those remote places. After avoiding tourists, she carried her schoolbag to the front and opened the zipper. Decided to make good use of the wood at hand.
"The willow branches by the river can fight ghosts, you know?"
"Help me pick a useful tree, I'll just break a willow branch, hurry up."
Wood didn't move and ignored her.
Xu Jiao looked left and right, and found that she was stepping on a piece of compacted soil, and there was a tall bush nearby, so she squatted down, touched the interlayer of her schoolbag, took out a lighter, lit it with a click, and put it on. At the corner of the tablet, innocently said, "What would happen if my hands trembled?"
Tablet: "!"
If it could speak, she would definitely scold Xu Jiao for being mean, it would only be a threat to her!
It shook humiliatingly, trying to jump away from Xu Jiao's hand and keep away from the fire. When Xu Jiao put away the lighter, it flew under a nearby willow tree and lay there motionless.
Xu Jiao followed him clearly: "Is this okay?"
…
It was noon when we got back to the dormitory.
Xu Jiao deliberately pulled up the curtains and did not turn on the lights. Even if the windows could fall to the direction of the sun, they were now half-dark when the door was closed and the curtains were covered. There was a quiet atmosphere suitable for sleeping. Makes you feel a little gloomy.
After all, it is a dormitory building halfway up the mountain. The students in the dormitory can still sleep in this room with quilts covered in the summer. It is because this dormitory building is warm in winter and cool in summer. The cold air remained in the house.
Xu Jiao looked around the room and saw the half-opened cabinet door, piled up boxes and the like. She didn't pay attention to it. Instead, she went straight to her bed, put her schoolbag in the bed, and everyone followed. Lying in, he closed his eyes to prepare for a lunch break.
I do not know how long it has been.
On the face of the embroidered old-fashioned quilt suddenly appeared a shimmering red, and the red quickly spread, covering the entire quilt, and when it reached the top, black and snowy colors appeared soon, which actually outlined a slender waist. women come.
Even though she was being pressed down, Xu Jiao, who was sleeping, was not at all uncomfortable, as if there was not much weight on her body, until the icy chill hit her face.
The man with his eyes closed didn't move at all. Just when the woman in red was about to come down, he suddenly opened his eyes. Then, the hand in the bed moved and was about to pull out—
The woman in red held her wrist firmly across the quilt, as if she had the ability to penetrate objects, and knew her plan at once.
In the next instant, Xu Jiao suddenly felt that the person on her body was heavy, and she couldn't move for a moment.
The other party leaned against her neck, so that she could not see her face clearly. The cool breath made the goose bumps on her neck come out. She moved her lips and said calmly:
"Who are you?"
The other party did not answer this question, her voice was like cold moss, spreading near the skin under her injured ear, low and low, with only two words:
"Burn me?"