The story I want to tell is a ghost festival that happened many years ago.
In the summer of 1998, my college entrance examination fell off the list, so I had to find a cram school for another year. The awful thing was that the results of that year’s exam were too sorry for the country’s training, even The tuition line of the key high school did not arrive, so I had to go to an ordinary high school in the suburbs for “study”. I rented a bungalow near the school, and it only took 20 minutes to go to school by bike. The room is very small, with a bed and a writing desk. If I come back and put the bicycle in the house, there is basically no space.
Because it is in the suburbs, I often have power outages here. Fortunately, the school requires that I study in the evening every day, and I can chat with others when there is a power outage at night.
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I was staring at her in a daze, she seemed to be a little flustered, her hands were shaking, the rubber fell to the ground, we almost picked it up at the same time A piece of rubber, I accidentally touched his hand, so cold, she retracted her hand, I put the rubber on the table, I only found that the girl’s skin is very white, or even can not see any blood, may be The relationship between fluorescent lamps in the classroom, I did not think about it a lot, and smiled at her. She finally paid off for my efforts and gave me a light smile.
At this time, I suddenly felt a chill in my back, biting, and even made me feel that my whole body pores were open. I couldn’t help but look back. Immediately, I found the source of the cold. A boy in the front row was looking at me. I would never forget his eyes at that time, resentful and vicious. My chest seemed to be covered by a huge rock It’s the same as holding it down, and it’s hard to even breathe.
He stood up and walked to me, but those creepy eyes kept watching me, I tried desperately to get rid of his eyes, but somehow, I Even with the strength of the whole body, he couldn’t take his eyes off his eyes.
“She is mine!” He said this in a slow and weak tone. I opened my mouth and wanted to say something, but I couldn’t hear what I said. “Forget it, let him go.” The girl said lightly, the boy’s eyes finally left my sight, and suddenly I felt relieved. Quickly left the table and took a few deep breaths next to me. I looked back at the girl and she sighed softly.