This was the first time since his rebirth that he had encountered such a bold girl. Wen Liang was a little overwhelmed and did not respond to her words. He asked, "Does the medical school really have the legendary basement with ghosts crying every night, and the footless female ghost that wanders in the toilet at three o'clock in the morning?"
The girl giggled, but in the closed elevator, with only the dim light of a cell phone to illuminate the small space, how creepy did such laughter sound? Wen Liang suddenly felt a chill in his spine, and his mind, which had been influenced by horror movies for many years, immediately became active. Such an encounter, such a power outage, such a scene, how familiar it was...
Why didn’t I think of asking Blind Li for a talisman, even if it was just cutting a corner of his tattered Taoist robe
The girl didn't notice his strangeness and said, "Anyway, I've been at Beijing Medical University for five years and have never encountered any supernatural events. But I heard from seniors that someone did die in the underground morgue. There are still red ropes tied to the railings of the stairs. They say it's to ward off evil spirits, but I don't know if it's true or not!"
Wen Liang regretted bringing up this topic. The girl was startled just now, but now she was in high spirits when she talked about the rumors about the school. After talking about the morgue, she was about to talk about the girl in red who hanged herself on the island in the middle of the lake. Just as she started, Wen Liang coughed lightly and interrupted her, saying, "Let's not talk about this anymore. Let's talk about you. Is it fun to be a graduate student?"
The girl sighed and said, "What's so fun about this? He wants to stay in school and study for a master's degree, so I have no choice but to follow him..."
Wen Liang knew she was talking about the boy from before, and said with a smile: "Don't sigh, boyfriends and girlfriends always have quarrels, have you heard of "True Heroes"? You can't see the rainbow without going through the storm, and love can't be successful easily!"
"How can you change it randomly like that?" The girl laughed, but the smile faded after a moment. She lowered her head and looked at her toes, saying, "I know, we are really finished this time... Don't just blame me, what about you? What do you do? You don't look very old, but you are very experienced. Don't you go to school?"
"My family was poor and I couldn't afford to go to school. I followed my relatives to learn how to do business since I was young, traveling all over the country," Wen Liang said without blushing or beating his heart. Lying was easier than eating. "That's why I've always envied you college students. You are the pride of heaven and have a bright future!"
"You are so superficial," the girl pointed at Wen Liang and said self-deprecatingly, "Going to a good school, finding a good job, marrying a good husband, and building a good family, is that a good future?"
Wen Liang pressed the pager again, but still got no response. He said, "If this kind of life is superficial, I would rather be superficial for my whole life. No, I'd rather be superficial for three lifetimes!"
The girl found what he said interesting and relaxed. She said jokingly, "So it is necessary to popularize university education..."
Wen Liang turned around and smiled: "I think so too!"
The girl immediately understood what he meant. Her face turned slightly red. She stamped her feet and revealed a hint of cuteness. She said, "It's not like I learned how to curse in college..."
"Oh, actually I mean you know so many dialects."
"Well, my father is a railway worker. Ever since I can remember, I have lived in different places across the country like a migratory bird, constantly moving and changing schools." She showed a complacent look on her face and said, "Maybe I have a little talent for languages. Every time I go to a new place, I can learn the local dialect within three months, and even speak it better than the locals."
Wen Liang complained in his heart that he used all his talent to scold people, so he was not very proud. But he smiled and said, "I admire you, I admire you!"
He casually pressed the pager again. Unexpectedly, the call was connected this time. A weak male voice came from inside: "This is the duty room. Please speak."
"There's someone trapped in the elevator in Building A. It's been almost ten minutes, man..."
The security guard was startled and said hurriedly: "I had diarrhea tonight and ran to the toilet several times. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, contact the company immediately to send someone!"
Half an hour later, Wen Liang and the girl came out of the elevator safely. The property management apologized sincerely. The girl was furious, but Wen Liang just waved his hand and didn't care, so she didn't say much. The two of them took the flashlight provided by the property management and walked upstairs together.
"You are so good-tempered. If something like this happens, at least make them compensate for their mental damages!"
"It's not easy to be out and about. The security guard is in his thirties and is almost in tears. If we don't give in, he might even lose his job. Why bother?"
The girl tilted her head and looked at Wen Liang on the right side of her shoulder. Her eyes shone softly in the darkness, which made Wen Liang laugh. She asked, "What's wrong?"
"You are such a pushover!"
Wen Liang laughed loudly, climbed up a few stairs, and said, "Miss, don't be too fence-sitter. Who was guarding against me downstairs just now like a thief?"
The girl looked up at his back and pouted, "Stingy guy! I'm not guarding against thieves, I'm guarding against wolves, the wolves of perverts!"
Wen Liang had already walked around the corner. He leaned over and swung the flashlight downwards, saying, "If you don't move faster, the pervert will turn into a pervert!"
"Ah, wait for me! Also, don't call me Miss, my name is Miao Qingyan, and my friends call me Qingqing."
"Okay, meow, hurry up!"
"Qingqing! Qingqing!"
"Got it, meow!"
"You've seen 'From Beijing with Love', so what? When I was hanging out in video parlors, you didn't even know what Category III movies were... What's your name?"
"My name is Qingqing!"
The girl chased after him, stretched out her hand to twist Wen Liang, and shouted, "I'll let you bully me, I'll let you bully me!"
Miao Qingyan lived on the ninth floor. Wen Liang saw her to the door, said good night, and turned and left without caring whether the girl wanted to invite him in to sit down.
"Hey, Qingqing, what room do you live in on the eighth floor?" The girl never asked Wen Liang's name, and later she simply stopped asking. Since you, a grown man, are not ashamed, she really called you Qingqing.
"801, come and play when you're free, but I'm usually not here!"
There was no sincerity in Wen Liang's words, but Miao Qingyan couldn't tell. She snorted and slammed the door.
Wen Liang found out that there were no candles when he returned to the room. The property management said that a transformer in the line had burned out and they were repairing it urgently. The power might come back soon or not tonight. But he didn't care. He took the sofa cushion and sat by the French window in the living room. He opened the curtains and looked at the night sky in the distance. He put aside all his worries and busyness, and thought about the girls around him and Qingzhou. It was so pleasant and comfortable to have a moment of leisure in life.
A knock on the door broke the silence in the room. Wen Liang opened the door with a flashlight. Miao Qingyan waved two candles in her hand and said with a smile: "I guess you don't have any candles. Here, I'll lend them to you for free."
"Thank you!" Wen Liang borrowed the candle, and then prepared to close the door, saying, "Good night!"
"Hey!" Miao Qingyan hurriedly pressed the door and said, "I can't watch TV anyway, why don't I go in and chat with you."
As she said this, she tried to go in, but Wen Liang smiled and stretched out his hand to block her. She immediately knew that this trick would not work, and said pitifully: "Qingqing, don't friends have the obligation to help each other?"
Wen Liang smiled and said, "I'm illiterate and don't understand. Speak bluntly!"
Miao Qingyan glared and said, "Sister, I have nowhere to go tonight. Can I stay at your place for one night?"
Wen Liang asked doubtfully, "It seems that our apartment types are similar, so a three-bedroom apartment can't accommodate one person?"
"How can I talk like that? My body is of such a big size?"
To be honest, her figure is indeed impeccable, but Wen Liang, who had experienced such stunning beauty as Ning Xi and Zuo Yuxi, was not convincing at all. She said, "Well, I need a reasonable explanation! Well, let me make it clear first, I am not rejecting you, we are just single, so in order to avoid me misunderstanding that you are interested in me, please tell me the reason first."
Miao Qingyan seemed to be looking at Wen Liang straight in the eye for the first time, and said with a chuckle: "Although you don't look that good at first glance, you are quite pleasing to the eye after looking at you for a long time. But even if I covet your body, that will be a matter for the future. I am too tired tonight and just want to find a place to sleep."
Wen Liang could see that she was indeed exhausted, so he stepped aside and walked back to the living room, asking, "What happened at home?"
"What else can I do?" Miao Qingyan leaned back on the sofa, moaned softly and said comfortably, "My roommate brought her boyfriend back again. The screams could be heard from two rooms away. I couldn't stand it anymore, so I ran away!"
Wen Liang had no intention of continuing to discuss such a topic with a girl who seemed very open-minded in the dead of night, so he decisively changed the subject and said, "You sleep on the sofa. I have only one room with a bed and bedding!"
Miao Qingyan was sensible. It was good enough to have a place to sleep when they met by chance. She did not rely on her status as a girl or a beauty to strongly demand to go to the bedroom. She made an OK gesture, stuck out her tongue, and said, "Forget that you are illiterate. Okay, I'll sleep on the sofa!"
Wen Liang went to the bedroom, took the quilt and put it on the sofa, saying, "One for each of you. If it's cold at night, don't take off your clothes!"
Miao Qingyan smiled and said, "You wishful thinking, even if it's not cold, I won't take off my clothes. Speaking of which, we are not that familiar with each other. If I take off all my clothes, what if you get wild?"
Listening to a beautiful girl saying such ambiguous words, it would be hypocritical to say that I didn't feel any impulse at all, but Uncle Wen's strength lies in self-control. People must draw a line for themselves in this life. Within the line, they can be unscrupulous and do whatever they want, but crossing the line is crossing the line, which is a precursor to losing control and the beginning of destruction!
Wen Liang ignored her and returned to the French window to admire the night sky again. Miao Qingyan crawled into the quilt, turned over, and then put his hands behind his head, blinked his eyes, and said, "Illiterate, what business are you in? Smuggling, drug trafficking, or pimping, buying and selling women?"
(I exploded today and dare not open a single chapter. I'm begging here. It's too sad to get one monthly ticket a day. I beg my classmates who have votes to vote for me.) (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian. to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation.) (To be continued)