lame brain

The warmth of the man's palm just now seemed to remain on his shoulders, and this distance was longer than all the roads that Fang Weiming had traveled in his limited life.And the small piece of skin on the shoulder seemed to be burned. This terrible burning sensation gradually spread to his whole body, making him no longer able to think about other things.

So when he first arrived at the haunted house, Fang Weiming was still at a loss, and didn't even realize that this was a haunted house.

It was only when the surrounding area began to completely darken and the gloomy aura rushed towards his face that Fang Weiming froze and realized his situation.

But because of the lighting problem, the two people around him didn't notice anything wrong with him at this time.

Fang Weiming turned his head, tightened his hands, and tried to focus his gaze on a beautiful place.

But it was pitch black, and even Jiang Yeqing's figure was a black blob at the moment...

He stared at the tall ink blob as if absorbing the last bit of warmth in the dark and cold, trying to recall some memories related to warm people in his mind.

Fang Weiming remembered that at that time, Guan Yanqing came to his class to ask him to come out to play together during the Mid-Autumn Festival holiday, and by the way, relax before the monthly exam and prepare for the first month of admission.

At that time, Jiang Yeqing, who was lying motionless on the table, suddenly cheated on his body, and suddenly said that he would join them in the amusement park...

As soon as he thought of the word "fraudulent corpse", Fang Weiming, who was thinking wildly, suddenly felt a cold hand grabbing his ankle. He was startled, he was stunned, and subconsciously stepped back a few steps. Responding to the sudden grip, he couldn't keep his balance, and fell back on his head without making a sound.

Before he could touch the imaginary cold ground, a man grabbed his arms from behind and hurried over to catch him with his warm chest.

Fang Weiming, who was still in shock, stared at his eyes, his arms were tightly squeezed by the owner of his chest, and his whole body was embraced.

"What happened?"

Guan Yanqing's voice came from the side, Fang Weiming thought, then the person behind him...

"Let go."

Sure enough, the voice that belonged to that person was very close at hand, and even the heat from his words sprayed to half of his ears, the breath of two words made Fang Weiming's ears red, and this heat spread to his whole body in a short time. face.

Fortunately, the light is too dim, even if they are very close, no one will notice.

Fang Weiming thought happily.

Jiang Yeqing felt that the layout of this haunted house was extremely childish, and the staff inside were all for the sake of scaring people. Who would be scared? It's so boring.

He looked at Guan Yanqing, who had finally let go of Fang Weiming, and sprinted to the front. A staff member wearing fake vampire teeth who was standing there, who was about to scare people, was startled by Guan Yanqing who came out from behind. With a jump, even the teeth in his mouth fell to the ground in fright, and he silently retracted the previous harsh evaluation.

It's not easy being a haunted house staff either.

Jiang Yeqing took advantage of the only red light used to create the atmosphere in the dim haunted house to find his deskmate, the god of learning, and unexpectedly found that he was still a few steps behind them, staying behind, and unlike Fang Weiming, who had mild astigmatism Being nearsighted, his eyesight in the dark is not bad. After looking at him for a while, I always feel that he is a little inexplicably absent-minded.

Could it be that it was just raining a little and it was so cold?

Just as Jiang Yeqing raised his foot and was about to walk towards him, he suddenly noticed that the place where he was staying was a dilapidated desk. Before he had a bad feeling, he saw that he seemed to have noticed a tourist walking there. The staff member dressed as a ghost stuck out a hand from under the desk, just in time to grab Fang Weiming's ankle, who was walking very slowly.

I rely on.

Jiang Yeqing rushed over and hugged Fang Weiming who fell backwards. He almost shivered from the cold, as if he was holding an ice cube in his arms. He felt that the heat from his whole body was sucked away by this person. up.

But let alone, the sense of accomplishment of warming up the ice cubes is quite high.

In a short period of time, Jiang Yeqing, who is accustomed to the temperature of ice cubes, saw that the staff member's hand, which had been specially painted with red cardamom and long nails, was clasped firmly on the foot of the person in his arms. Let go.

This nerd who only knows how to study hard and has never seen him exercise except in physical education class can be poked down with a weak finger. If he is caught like this, his feet must be blue. At that time, Jiang Yeqing thought so in his mind.

As a result, after getting out of the fast lane opened by the staff, he got rid of the darkness and saw the light again. The first thing Jiang Yeqing did was to squat down and take a look at the hem of his jeans. Sure enough, no, white and porcelain It seems that there is a red mark on the ankle, which will turn blue in a short time, but Jiang Yeqing's focus was attracted by other things. A big man, although he is a bit handsome, how could his legs be so white? Is it whiter than a woman? Jiang Yeqing, who had never looked at a woman's ankle up close, had his dark thoughts spread out. The exposed part was so white. Isn't the whole body whiter...

Realizing what he was thinking about, Jiang Yeqing's face turned dark, and he decisively tore away his convulsive and scattered thoughts, and the shadows disappeared, because he hadn't recovered from his irritability when he looked at this leg. The owner is still chatting with the staff of the haunted house, especially the girl who just hid under the table and scratched his leg green.

The girl looks like she is in her 20s. According to her, she is a novice who just came here and started working here for the first time. She keeps apologizing.

"It's okay, there is no need to apologize." Fang Weiming's face is not paralyzed now, but in his opinion, he is still very flexible, and a pair of girls showed his gentle smile.

Jiang Yeqing: When are you still flirting with girls!

The most disgusting thing is that the girl still likes his style. After some chatting, she blushes like Fang Weiming's fans in the school's support group.

When the staff member asked for her contact information, Jiang Yeqing, who was standing on one side, couldn't bear to interrupt them, "Does your foot hurt? Are you so popular that you can leave?"

The two turned their heads to look at him at the same time, and his eyes fell on Fang Weiming's face, which was fine, it was the same face facing the girl, and when they turned their heads and saw his same face, it was as rigid as a seamless face change up!

Changing facial makeup in Beijing opera is not as proficient as him!

"It's okay, I don't hurt." Fang Weiming said with a stiff face. The memory that just came out of Jiang Yeqing's arms kept replaying in his heart. Found.

His weak voice was quickly drowned out by the yelling of the staff girl and Guan Yanqing, and finally he was let go only after he applied a thick layer of Yunnan Baiyao provided by the girl on his ankle.

Fang Weiming: ...

No matter how strong a girl is, she can't catch him in any way, it just looks a little red, it's too exaggerated to paint like this...

Fortunately, under his insistence, he still has to walk the way back by himself.

Fang Weiming looked at the way Jiang Yeqing knelt down in front of him and gestured for him to go up on his back with his hands, his extremely fragile heart thumped: ...he will never go up!

absolute!

On the way back, Guan Yanqing was still angry at the fact that some shameless pervert who wanted to take advantage of her Pooh tried to cheat Pooh, and angrily went to the front of the taxi alone. Jiang Yeqing looked sideways at the Fang Weiming, who was looking at the scenery outside the window, suddenly thought about it, and felt that he seemed to have discovered something. He pretended to be very casual and asked, "Hey squad leader, are you afraid of the dark or ghosts?"

Fang Weiming turned his head when he heard these words: "..."

Subtly noticing that the paralyzed face had moved a bit, Jiang Yeqing laughed loudly, "I guessed it right! Could it be that he is afraid of the dark and ghosts?"

Fang Weiming, who was phished and successfully guessed: "..."

Jiang Yeqing continued on his own, "I didn't expect, I didn't expect that Fang Xueshen, who has beaten me and other scumbags for so many years, is afraid of the dark and ghosts! Suddenly I feel that every time the test papers and homework are handed out, I see me When there is a red cross on this side and a check mark on the squad leader, I don’t feel so blocked, hahaha, I caught your weakness, and you are actually afraid of ghosts..."

For the first time, Fang Weiming really wanted to plug his ears.

Jiang Yeqing seized this rare opportunity and taunted him for a long time, only to realize that Fang Weiming wasn't listening at all, and turned his head back to continue watching the passing scenery outside the window. He slowly stopped his voice, seriously After thinking about it, Fang Weiming heard some words from him when he was still puzzled by the lack of sound in his ears.

"I said, monitor, you are so smart, why can't you figure it out. You are afraid of the dark, there is no need, the matter outside has not changed at all, there is no difference between turning off the light and turning on the light, it's not because you can't see those things. As for being afraid of ghosts, there is no need for that. Ghosts are the result of imagination. There is no way to erase all your fears with an eraser. After all, I am not a god. At most, if I happen to be by your side when you are afraid, you can call my name, and I will respond when I hear it. Don't be the same as in the haunted house just now, it's the first time I saw someone who was frightened and fell back without saying a word..."

Fang Weiming, who was listening attentively, heard that sentence, but could no longer concentrate his attention. The beating of the heart in his chest gradually became rapid and clear, and slowly overwhelmed the sounds that entered his eardrums.

Such a scene, after so many years, is still very similar.

If you are afraid, just call my name, why hold back your voice and just cry!bother!

The little boy gave him all the pack of napkins he asked the little girl next to him before, "Wipe, wipe, look at me, do you want me to hold up my sleeve and wipe it for you?"

Seeing that he finally controlled his tears, the little boy who had been tense just now was relieved in his heart. Hearing the violent thunder outside and the crackling raindrops on the window that seemed to break the window, he murmured, "Isn't it just that there was a sudden thunder and rain in class, and then the lights in the classroom went out? You are really useless. Look at how many girls in our class are still lying on the window watching the rain. I don’t know if it’s raining like seeing the aurora, alas...” The little boy said a lot, and finally made a conclusion, “It’s great not to have to listen to the class teacher.” After thinking for a long time, he added a sentence Where did I hear it, "Let this storm come more violently!"

Thinking of something for a while, looking at him who was still holding a napkin in his hand, he wilted, "Forget it, let's keep the storm from coming."

He stared blankly at the little boy's aggrieved face, and smiled coaxingly through his tears, and the little boy continued to babble a lot of words. He probably didn't know that his nagging in front of him was actually the same as his The nagging mother who is often mentioned in disgust is no different.

He squeezed the napkin in his hand tightly, and in his little head, he didn't know why he hoped that the rain would last longer, longer.

Let the storm come more violently, he imitated the tone of a little boy and said silently in his heart.

【journal】

……

When can he remember me, it's like I've always treasured every bit of him, no matter how many years ago the memory is, it's an incomparably precious thing in my heart.

It doesn't matter, he can't see me anymore, so if I become better and better, will he notice me one day?

……

Supplement for today's harvest: a pair of jeans that the man lifted over the trouser legs.