The dream last night left no impression on Xiao Li.
The black-haired boy who was on the bed the next day opened his eyes and closed them tiredly. He only remembered that he slept very deeply last night, and seemed to have had a dream, but he couldn't remember at all what was in his dream. . He thought for a while but couldn't remember, Xiao Li simply didn't try hard and got up from the bed.
The sunlight of the day jumped playfully everywhere in the room, and even the doll lying in the window looking at the sky was covered with a hint of warmth.
Zhou Ying, who had disappeared without a trace last night, had returned and was bound in the little yellow book. Now that Xiao Li was awake, he appeared in the room and looked up at him.
It looks small, still in the form of a child, but its expression is as dull as a sandalwood, not very agile.
Xiao Li looked at the direction it left last night, and roughly guessed what Zhou Ying was going to do. He sat up and touched Zhou Ying's head: "How is it?"
"The game, he lost." Zhou Ying reacted for a while before he said vaguely, looking at Xiao Li with a little bit of flattery in his eyes, "I sent him to accompany them."
The "lose" in the ghost's mouth is nothing but death. Xiao Li had no sympathy for the person who wanted to harm him. He just regretted that he couldn't stop Zhou Ying to ask the identity of the person and the instigator. His eyes on Zhou Ying, praised it.
Zhou Ying looked away slightly excitedly - it was different from Tan Li, it had no interest in looking out the window, and instead stared at Xiao Li's mobile phone on the bedside.
Children are not used to asking for things on their own initiative. They just stand by and watch curiously without reaching out to touch them. They look pitiful.
Xiao Li followed his gaze, stretched out his hand, took the phone, and opened the screen: "Do you want to play?"
Zhou Ying didn't answer, just stared at the phone.
Its eyes looked terrifying, dead and lifeless, but Xiao Li lacked the sense of fear he should have - or on the contrary, these ghosts made him feel safer than humans.
He casually clicked on a game that he often played, pulled Zhou Ying over, and played a game in front of it.
After the end of the game, Xiao Li turned slightly to the side, and the kid curiously stretched out his hand and tapped on the screen of the mobile phone - his finger went straight through the screen like a sci-fi movie.
Xiao Li was slightly startled when he saw this, but Zhou Ying stretched his entire arm even more excitedly as if he had discovered something more interesting, and then the whole person got into the phone and disappeared into the room out of thin air.
The remaining second young master of the Xiao family took the mobile phone that fell from the air with a strange expression, and played with his fingers for a while, but still did not call the other party out.
He put down his mobile phone, and habitually flipped through the small yellow book to see if it spit out any new ivory—but at a glance, he found that it really was: [How was your sleep last night?]
Xiao Li considered it for a while and wrote, "It's okay."
Xiao Huangben: [That's good.]
[Why didn't you ask me how I was sleeping?]
There was a hint of grievance in that tone, and he didn't know what Xiao Li had done to him.
Xiao Li was in a good mood so far, so he asked along the meaning of it.
As a result, Xiao Huang said: [I didn't sleep well, I've been looking at you, I've been wanting to kiss you all night.]
[You were sleeping on the bed at that time, and it looked harmless. I wanted to press you against the wall, or beside the bed, and kiss you hard.]
Xiao Li: "..."
-It's all because of his cheap hands, and now he also really wants to press Xiao Huangben against the wall, or in the toilet, and flood it with water.
There was one more line left, but Xiao Li didn't read any further. He closed the little yellow book vigorously, and prepared to stop reading it before entering the next world.
He originally thought that Xiao Huang was a female ghost. In the previous conversation, the other party was not so outrageous. He was still like a innocent and considerate (?) girl. As a result, he didn't know what was wrong. Recently, Xiao Huang has become more and more indulgent.
The black-haired boy straightened his clothes, walked out of the room, and went to the living room downstairs to look for food.
After he left for a while, a figure came out of the cubicle, it was Xiao Ming, he was standing at the door, looking at the closed door with a complicated expression.
Since he was entangled by a female ghost because he entered Xiao Li's room that day, Xu Mei's supervision of him has become more stringent, which caused him to have no chance to meet Xiao Li again.
When Xu Mei asked where Xiao Ming went, Xiao Ming didn't tell his mother what happened in Xiao Li's room for some reason. He told himself that it was because it was too strange, and ordinary people would only think he was crazy when they heard it. Only he himself knows his true purpose.
He just heard about what Xiao Li did last night. He hijacked a taxi that he didn't know where he came from and drove home overnight. After all the hesitations, Xiao Ming came out and talked to Xiao Li again. Dare to enter that house again, just thinking of calling the second brother out from a distance.
Before Xiao Ming officially took this step, he heard a soft female voice behind him: "Xiao Ming, what are you doing here?"
"Mother..." Xiao Ming recognized this voice even when he turned into ashes, he immediately turned his head to please, and smiled at Xu Mei who was behind him.
Xu Mei graciously tucked her hair into her ears: "If you don't go to class, what are you doing here? Looking for your brother?"
Xiao Ming jumped to the side, walked directly downstairs, and said with a smile, "I just passed by and wanted to say hello. I'm going to go."
Xu Mei watched her son walk away, then she put her eyes back on the hidden door in front of her, stretched out her hand and pushed it in, making the door wider.
Xiao Li's room was nothing special. The bed was a messy bed, and there was a mobile phone on the bedside table. It looked like an ordinary room, or even plain.
Mr. Ye lost contact since yesterday, and Xu Mei could not contact him no matter what, she couldn't help feeling uneasy.
She was hesitating towards Xiao Li's room door when a voice suddenly sounded behind her: "Let me go."
Xu Mei turned her head, Xiao Li was holding a plate of delicate pastries in her hand, and was coldly passing her by sideways. Without waiting for her answer, she walked directly into the room and closed the door.
She didn't have time to speak, only to see that the door almost hit the bridge of her nose.
Xu Mei does not think that Mr. Ye's disappearance is related to Xiao Li, but...
She thought about the picture in the room, and always felt a little weird—
Xu Mei took a few steps back and leaned against the railing, absently looking at the vase on the railing on the second floor, recalling the scene just now.
Is... a cell phone
At first, the phone was at the head of the bed, but after Xiao Li appeared, the phone moved to the center of the bed like a puppy welcoming its owner!
The lady's eyes wandered without focus on the vase in front of her. Beside the colorful flowers, a strand of black hair suddenly leaked out. It belonged to a small doll.
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