I heard that you are the illegitimate son of Hades?

Just now that was... Sun Siming?

No, it's that hungry ghost Wu, why did he come to school again?

"Zhang Zongze is gone, let's continue." Li Nan yelled, and the crowd that had just dispersed gathered together again, all of them with gossip expressions on their faces, and squeezed next to Jiang Han's seat.

"What were you talking about just now? That Sun Siming..." Before Jiang Han finished speaking, Li Nan touched him with his elbow, motioning him to shut up and listen to her.

"Let me continue. When I came to school this morning, I saw the door of Aunt Zhang's house was open. I couldn't help wondering, and wanted to go in and see what happened. After all, the screams last night were really scary."

"In the end, when I went in, I saw Aunt Zhang fainted behind the door. Her family Ah Hei was lying in the middle of the balcony with his skin ripped apart, surrounded by black hair and black blood. His intestines and kidneys flowed all over the place. I almost vomited on the spot. land."

"It turned out that Aunt Zhang had a heart attack. My mother and father called 120 and called an ambulance to send her to the hospital. She seemed to have fainted from fright."

"Wait," Jiang Han raised his hand and asked her, "Who is Ah Hei? What did you cry last night? What are you talking about?"

"You...you were in a daze and didn't hear what we said just now?" Li Nan was a little helpless, and said to Yan Shuo who was next to her, "You tell Jiang Han again, I don't want to say it anymore, it's a waste of spit." She walked out of the table pocket He took out a thermos from inside and took a sip of water to moisten his throat.

Jiang Han turned his gaze to Yan Shuo, Yan Shuo sighed, pulled a bench from behind and sat down at Li Nan's desk, and whispered to him: "Li Nan just said that Ah Hei from her neighbor Aunt Zhang's house last night Died tragically on the balcony. Ah Hei was a black cat, and Li Nan said that she heard the cat meowing terribly last night, but when she saw it today, the cat was dead and disemboweled."

"And it's not just Ah Hei, but also Ah Cun from my grandfather's family." Cai Tingting listened for a long time, and couldn't help mourning for those kittens who died tragically, "Little life that died tragically, may God be gentle with you in heaven .”

"Okay, okay, Cai Tingting, stop messing with you," Luo Shishi patted her on the shoulder lightly, "It's better to find a good place to bury her when you have time."

"Hey, tell me, why have so many cats died in Baicheng recently, and they all had their stomachs cut open, it sounds like a leak." Wang Yifan said to the people in the front row lying on the table.

"Who knows? I guess Hades wants to fuck the cat." Li Nan said lightly.

When Jiang Han heard this, he thought of Chu Ci.

I don't know where that guy is now, and here... is it the real time and space or the memory of the hungry ghost?

Over the past two days, he has been trapped by various memories and dreams, and the more he feels real, the more fake it is.

Jiang Han pinched his arm lightly, and the pain was transmitted to the center of the brain, it seemed that he was not dreaming.

"Li Nan, don't mind if I pinch your arm." Before Li Nan could react, Jiang Han had already made a move.

"Fuck/Why are you pinching me?" Li Nan was about to get up from the bench and rolled up his sleeves to have a fight with Jiang Han, when Jiang Han suddenly said, "What's the number today?"

"Ah? Are you stupid?" Li Nan said helplessly, "Brother, today is September [-]th."

September fifteenth?

Shouldn't it be September 22?

Li Nan and others looked at him with strange eyes, which seemed to be true.

And Sun Siming, Jiang Han remembered that Sun Siming died on the night of September [-]th.

Did I go back to a week ago?

That is, before Sun Siming died of myocardial infarction?

Just as Jiang Han was thinking, Zhang Zongze, who was called by Lao Li, ran back to the classroom and sat on the seat panting.

"Old Li is coming soon, you all go back to your seats first." He said something to the crowd on Jiang Han's side, and they all hurried back to their seats and took out books to pretend.

"Zhang Zongze, what did Lao Li ask you to do?" Li Nan lay on the desk and asked Zhang Zongze who was sitting next to him.

"It's nothing serious. If you want to hear it, I'll tell you after class. By the way, there is a transfer student in our class today." He said to Li Nan in a low voice.

"Transfer student?"

As soon as Li Nan said it, Li Qingyuan arrived at the classroom door, knocked on the classroom door, and coughed twice.

The classroom, which was still whispering a second ago, fell silent for a moment, and more than 40 pairs of eyes were staring at Li Qingyuan who was at the door.

Jiang Han sat by the window, his position was a bit off, and he could just see that Li Qingyuan seemed to be following someone behind him.He couldn't see his face clearly, and he could only see the red and black school uniform from a distance.

Another transfer student from Chengnan High School?

Looking at it... it feels a little familiar.

Li Qingyuan came in, stood on the podium, and shouted into the classroom with his unique loud voice: "You guys are busy today, aren't you? Cai Tingting!"

Cai Tingting, who was sitting under the desk, hurriedly stood up, and Li Qingyuan glanced at her, "How many copies of composition have you collected?"

"No one has paid yet." Cai Tingting replied in a low voice.

"Pay in all by evening self-study, whoever doesn't hand in will wait to copy the model essay tomorrow, three times!" Li Qingyuan stretched out three fingers and gestured in the air.

"You sit down first." He nodded to Cai Tingting, then changed his tone and said, "Today, a transfer student came to our class from the High School attached to the south of the city, so you... get along well." Li Qingyuan Some words were poor, so he didn't say anything more. He waved his hand towards the door, and the boy standing in the corridor walked in slowly with his schoolbag on one shoulder.

His complexion is very fair, his hair is a little long, pine towering down, his eyebrows and eyes are provocative, just as stunning as when we first met, and the loose red and black school uniform on him looks extraordinarily energetic.

Jiang Han stared at him blankly, the boy stood on the podium and smiled, introducing himself with a lazy voice.

"My name is Chu Ci, Chu Di's Song Ci, it's a pleasure to meet you all." He slightly rolled his eyes and said with a smile.

"That's fine, Chu Ci, you can sit next to Wang Yifan first, Qin Xiao asked for leave today, so let's take a seat first." Li Qingyuan pointed to the seat in the fourth row by the window, Chu Ci said yes, and went down to sit. Down.

"There are still three or ten minutes before school ends. You can study by yourself." Li Qingyuan left after finishing speaking, closing the classroom door behind him.

Jiang Han sat blankly on his seat, he didn't dare to look back at Chu Ci.

When Chu Ci passed by him just now, he clearly felt that the man didn't stay on him for a second.

"Your name is Chu Ci, right? My name is Li Nan, and this is my deskmate, Jiang Han." Li Nan patted Jiang Han on the shoulder briskly, telling him to turn around and say hello to his new classmate.

"Jiang Han? This name sounds familiar." Chu Ci said casually.

Hearing this sentence, Jiang Han turned his head and looked straight at him.

His eyes were still dark and without any brilliance, but he asked Jiang Han with eyes full of surprise: "Are you Jiang Han? Have we... met before?"

I have seen it!You...you said that once we went to hunt hungry ghosts...

You, have you forgotten?

"Should have seen it." He was very conflicted in his heart.Jiang Han didn't know how to tell him, he really seemed to have no memory of himself at all.

Jiang Han turned his head, he remembered that he met Wu Erlou who claimed to be able to go back to the past and change history, and then she said...she went back to 1926 to live for the real Wu Erlou.

In other words, the real Wu Erlou died long ago? !

She survived for the second floor, so she changed the history indirectly? !

Because Wu Erlou didn't die, but the little boy died... so there are no hungry ghosts.

Speaking of Hungry Ghost, he thought of his first meeting with Chu Ci.

Huh... There are no hungry ghosts, so those memories don't exist.

With a wry smile, he took out the composition paper from the desk frame and spread it on the desk, holding the signature pen between his fingertips.

Jiang Han stared at the composition title for a long time - "Those Little Lucky Things You Don't Know About"

Obviously, I wrote (copied) the composition myself, but now I have no idea.

What little luck do I have that no one knows?

...a friend who forgets himself...

Does this count?

He secretly turned on his phone, found an article on Baidu, and moved it to the composition paper as it was.

Jiang Han saw that he was like a dog crawling over the characters in the square, and couldn't help turning his head to look out the window.

The sun and white clouds outside the window, the breeze is just right.

Forget it, don’t remember if you don’t remember, Jiang Han, why are you so concerned about it?

The school bell rang, and Yan Shuo and Wang Yifan came to find him to have dinner with him.The three of them packed three servings of rice noodles in a small shop outside the school, with disposable lunch boxes wrapped in plastic bags, and brought them into the school cafeteria to eat slowly.

The canteen of Baicheng No. [-] Middle School has three floors, and the most impressive thing is the long nails of Auntie Dafan.

Sometimes I can eat a whole nail from the fried rice, and I don't know if those aunts cut their nails while cooking.

The three chose a seat by the window and sat down. Yan Shuo and Wang Yifan sat side by side, and Jiang Han sat opposite them.

He opened the lunch box only to realize that he had forgotten to pick up disposable chopsticks, so he got up and went to the disinfection cabinet in the cafeteria to get a pair.

When the foraging students passing by the crowd returned to their seats, Jiang Han saw this scene:

Yan Shuo took Wang Yifan's hand, and after they looked at each other and smiled, they shook hands.

He looked at the two people, and as far as the simple handshake was concerned, he seemed to have done it with Chu Ci many times.

Sometimes he took the initiative to hold his hand, and sometimes he reached out to hold his hand.

But without exception, Chu Ci's hands were cold and had no warmth.

He couldn't cover the heat no matter what.

Hey, why did you think of him again?He doesn't know himself anymore, what are you still thinking about him?

Jiang Han walked over and sat down, eating the rice noodles filled with green onions and seasonings one bite at a time.

It was tasteless, and he had no appetite.

"Eat first, I'm not hungry, let's go to the playground."

He put his hand into the pocket of his school uniform jacket and sat alone in the auditorium of the playground.

The sun moved to the west, and it was setting sun again.

I don't know which "end of the world" the heartbroken man in the poem is wandering at this time.

"Are you alone?"

What came to his ears was the familiar greeting, just like the sentence he said to him for the first time, with an uneven tone, which was the attitude of talking to strangers.

Jiang Han knew it was him without turning his head.

Chu Ci sat behind him, taller than him.

"Do you know me?" he asked softly.

Jiang Han looked at the sky and smiled unconsciously, "Why do you ask that?"

"You have Su Yuan's aura on you, have you seen her?"

"Do you have another name?" Jiang Han didn't answer his previous question, because he didn't know who Su Yuan was, and he didn't know who Su Yuan was from Chu Ci.

"Answer me, do you have another name?" Jiang Han said, jumped off the auditorium, stood on the green grass and faced him.

"Is your name Yuanci?"

Jiang Han looked at him and remained silent.