"He Yu is haunted by a ghost." Zhang Shiyu was deeply worried.
That ghost refers to Jiang Xiaozhen.
During the lunch break, Jiang Xiaozhen would go to the cafeteria to have lunch with He Yu. Sometimes when He Yuchi finished class, she would wait for him at the door of the classroom or the studio.
The school hours for senior one and senior three are different, and Jiang Xiaozhen will come to the studio after school. When He Yu was painting, she was eating snacks and doing homework.
The studio was closed, and she would leave behind He Yu and go back to her home after leaving the school gate.
Jiang Xiaozhen seemed to exist like a ghost.
There was no communication between her and He Yu at all, they just followed silently.
Zhang Shiyu said to He Yu many times: "My friend, if you don't want to be a bad person, I can do it. If you need my fist to do it, you can say it at any time."
It's a pity that He Yu may be too kind, and he has no intention of driving Jiang Xiaozhen away at all.
A few times Zhang Shiyu pulled He Yu to hurry up and get rid of the ugly girl dressed like a holiday cake. He Yu told him to wait, and then looked behind him.
The tail that could not be shaken off was still tightly stuck not far from them.
Zhang Shiyu sympathized with He Yu very much, and he acquiesced that He Yu was helpless.
Not helpless? How can it be!
Would someone voluntarily not want their own eyes, and take the initiative to send them to the door to be poisoned by dirty things? !
There really are.
One day, Zhang Shiyu didn't see Jiang Xiaozhen waiting for He Yu in the studio until the time they were about to leave.
At first, He Yu was normal. As time passed, the number of times he looked out of the window began to increase.
Finally couldn't hold it anymore, he turned his head and asked Zhang Shiyu: "Did you see Jiang Xiaozhen when I went out to wash the palette just now?"
Zhang Shiyu shook his head: "No."
He Yu continued to paint.
After a while, he looked up again, staring at the clock in front of the studio and talking to himself.
"School ends at 15 minutes, and it takes about 15 minutes to finish the work on duty, which counts as 20 minutes. It takes five minutes to throw out the trash, and five minutes to walk to the studio."
Zhang Shiyu scratched his head: "So, what do you want to say?"
"It's so strange," He Yu stroked his chin and thought, "Why hasn't she come yet?"
"Eh?"
Zhang Shiyu's jaw dropped in shock.
"Friend, what do you mean by that?"
He Yu didn't cooperate with his startled performance, and said calmly: "The literal meaning is just strange."
"No," Zhang Shiyu really knew something important: "She followed you, so you made an appointment?"
He Yu denied: "There is no appointment, she wants to follow."
Before Zhang Shiyu could catch his breath, he heard his next sentence.
"But suddenly one day she stopped following, isn't it also unusual?"
Zhang Shiyu patted the shoulder of the man next to him with a complicated expression.
"You're unusual, really."
He used a pen to draw the outline of a big human-shaped cake on the waste paper, pointed to the black lines and said to He Yu: "This dirty thing won't follow you anymore, you should burn incense and pray for blessings, and kneel down to thank God for his salvation." That ghost."
"You actually, how should I put it, I saw... worry on your face?"
"puff."
He Yu couldn't help laughing.
"Your drawing skills have improved a lot. You still look like her."
Is that the point? Zhang Shiyu covered his forehead.
The studio was all gone, and when it was time to turn off the lights, Jiang Xiaozhen still didn't show up.
"Let's go." Zhang Shiyu urged He Yu.
"Understood." He Yu looked both sides of the corridor, and closed the door.
Seeing his reluctance, Zhang Shiyu persuaded: "It's impossible to come. No one will stay at the school at this point. We may be the last to leave."
Zhang Shiyu was right.
When they walked on the school playground, it was deserted and there was no one in sight.
At this moment, He Yu stopped in his tracks again, appearing very nervous.
"You go home first, I'll go to the teaching building of the first year of high school to have a look."
Zhang Shiyu went crazy and pointed at their backs so that He Yu could see clearly.
"See the darkness over there? The school has pulled the switch, which means that all the classes in the teaching building are dismissed, and people have already left. What else do you see?"
"you go first."
He really stepped towards the blackness, and waved at Zhang Shiyu without looking back.
The campus at night reminds people of classic horror tales.
The wind was blowing, it was extremely cold.
The grotesque tree shadows are like a lot of ghosts and monsters with outstretched hands, and the teaching building of the first year of senior high school is eerily quiet.
He Yu stepped on the steps with his shoes, as if he was going to be sucked into that black world. He can only rely on the brilliance of a waning moon in the sky to support him to see the road clearly.
It's so dark, Jiang Xiaozhen won't be here.
In fact, He Yu didn't have much hope and just took a look.
But the door of Class 4, Grade 1 was not locked.
He looked in, and it was pitch black inside, and he couldn't see anything clearly.
"Is anyone there?" He Yu called out.
A black figure lying on the table looked up.
Both were solidly taken aback by each other.
"He Yu?"
The beating heart calmed down, and Jiang Xiaozhen recognized the person.
She couldn't figure out the situation: "My God, what time is it? Why is it so dark?"
He Yu was more shocked than she: "You are really at school! Why don't you go home?"
Here's the thing.
Today the teacher dragged the class for a while. After school, Jiang Xiaozhen routinely supervised the students on duty and threw away the trash. The school cleaning bell rang twice.
When she was back in class to pick up her schoolbag, she ran into some boys from the next class in the corridor.
They had obviously heard of Jiang Xiaozhen's notoriety, and when they saw her approaching, they winked at each other and came up with a bad idea.
"Old Liu, your destined other half is here, hurry up and get in touch!"
A short boy with pockmarks on his face was violently pushed onto Jiang Xiaozhen.
The boy grabbed the handle of the escalator and did not fall.
And Jiang Xiaozhen was behind him, rolling down like a ball.
"You guys are sick! You made me touch her!" The boy yelled at his companions, chased them and beat them.
The group of people ran away laughing and joking, without looking back at Jiang Xiaozhen who fell down.
"Then I found out I sprained my foot."
Jiang Xiaozhen tried to lift her foot, but it was still the same as before, the pain was excruciating.
"I reluctantly walked back to the classroom to get my schoolbag, and rested on my seat for a while. When I wanted to stand up, I found that I couldn't stand up. It seems that all the teachers and classmates in this building have left. I have been here for a long time, and no one has passed by. So I think, when the school is closed, someone will check it out, and just sit in the classroom and wait."
He Yu basically understood the situation: "In the end you fell asleep lying on the table?"
"Um."
"Can I go now?" he asked.
"..."
This is not something that can be solved by showing off, Jiang Xiaozhen struggled for a while, and said truthfully: "No."
"bring it on."
He Yu untied her schoolbag and knelt by her desk.
"You want to carry me?"
Jiang Xiaozhen was frightened by him.
"Did you forget that I'm a fat man?"
"I haven't forgotten."
In the indistinguishable darkness, He Yu judged the direction and found Jiang Xiaozhen's hand.
Her hands are much more icy and fleshy than his.
Taking the hand, he put it on his shoulder.
"you you you… "
Jiang Xiaozhen struggled, not daring to put her weight on it: "No way! I'm super fat!"
He didn't speak, and pulled her arm up.
Jiang Xiaozhen underestimated He Yu, and he successfully carried her back.
Difficulty is certain, He Yu's knees made a creaking sound, like an overloaded machine.
Holding He Yu's bag in one hand and her own bag in the other, Jiang Xiaozhen inhaled desperately, trying to lighten his burden a little.
"Don't inhale, you save the space for the air, not much."
"Oh." Jiang Xiaozhen exhaled in embarrassment.
The round belly pushed against He Yu's back, and he thought of his soft and thick sofa at home.
It's really heavy, Jiang Xiaozhen!