Master Zhili is too difficult to understand

When he was about to go out, Cobb went back to the room and packed a few clothes and brought a few necessities. After finishing, he walked out and walked out. There was no one in the living room. He walked out of the room and finally caught Zhili's sight. He put his hands in his pockets and looked directly at the warming sun in winter.His side face shakes Cobb's sight, is it the reason why he didn't dare to look at his face seriously during this period?Is it because the vision in the house was too dark during this period?Or maybe, you're actually adding heart-rending, deadly toxins every second.

"What about the rest."

"Go to the station first."

"En." Cobb stepped forward step by step, and covered Zhili's eyes with his hand: "Don't look, the sun will feel inferior." He stood on tiptoe and kissed Zhili's mouth lightly.

After putting down his hands, Cobb pretended to be nonchalant and locked the door, hiding what he wanted to hide.He looked up at the house. After returning from the trip, he went directly to school. This house, which carried the joy and sorrow of Cobb's childhood, was the last period of his family. He had to leave forever after being deprived of his occupancy qualification.

The hand behind him blocked Cobb's eyes: "Don't look, the house will cry." He leaned over and kissed Cobb's mouth lightly.

Those things that have been concealed just now can't be concealed no matter what.

After meeting at the station, the noise never stopped, even on the train, a few people with distinctive clothes and personalities would always attract attention. They were squeezed into a sleeper car, and the spacious upper berths on the left and right were reserved for Zhou Xinhe. , Su Youyan, Zhili, and others squeezed into the lower berth, and Cobb took the seat by the window first. The darkened sky made it impossible to see the outside scenery from the window, but everything in the carriage could only be reflected.

The smell of various snacks was mixed, and the books and magazines he brought were thrown around. Zhang Luo took out his laptop and played music.Cobb is no stranger to this scene, it happens every time he takes the train with them.

It’s time to turn off the lights in the train carriages. It’s the first time they set out at night. The suddenly darkened space is silent, and Zhang Luo’s voice resounds faintly in the darkness: “It’s time for storytelling.”

"Here it goes again. The last time I told a suspenseful story, what are you going to tell now." Cobb asked weakly.

"To cater to the atmosphere of the night, of course it must be a ghost story." Zhang Luo turned on the flashlight and shone his face from below. Several people didn't look at him, but looked at Chu Haoyu who was sneaking up to the girl's upper bunk while it was dark, He probably didn't expect that Zhang Luo would turn on the flashlight, stopped in embarrassment, sat back silently, pretended nothing happened, and asked curiously: "What ghost story?"

"Chu Haoyu's Road to Nine Springs." Cobb replied.

"Why do you always target me!"

"What do you say?"

Ying Xiujie motioned the two of them to stop talking: "Telling ghost stories might actually lead to ghosts coming out. My boy's urine will finally come in handy."

"If you urinate here, you will immediately become a ghost."

"Also, let's not tell ghost stories and tell warm stories, what do you think?" Zhou Xinhe's tiny voice was ignored by everyone.Gong Zhu leaned against the wall with his pillow in his arms, urging: "Speak quickly."

"Wait a minute, I want to choose the protagonist."

"You can't use your name casually? Last time you used my name and Zhili's name, if you use it again this time, I will kill you."

"It's so boring to use the same name. Isn't it just to make it easier for you to listen? I use Xiao Bang, Xiao Coax, and Xiao Hong to talk, and you won't know who is who after a while."

"Who can tell the difference like you!"

"So the protagonist is very important, you play first, let me think about it."

"What are you playing? I'll go to sleep if I don't talk about it."

Ying Xiujie suggested: "Just use Cobb and Zhili and it will be over."

"No, Cobb is an atheist. He doesn't believe in any ghosts, so it's not suitable." Zhang Luo fell into unnecessary entanglement, and he shone the flashlight on Zhili: "Zhili, do you have any recommendations for ghost stories? There must be someone who is afraid of ghosts." Zhili didn't answer, took out his phone, and just picked it up, Zhili mechanically repeated the question just now: "Do you have any recommendations for candidates for ghost stories? At least one person who is afraid of ghosts must people will do."

"Chenge and Moka." The other end hung up the phone after saying the two names.

On the recommendation of an unknown person, and just like that, the protagonist's name was decided.

Zhang Luo smeared thick powder on his face, painted lipstick, and illuminated it with a flashlight. He is also a person who has no bottom line. Now he looks more terrifying than a ghost: "Please keep quiet during the storytelling, so that you can tell the story." Guaranteed not only you, but also the ghost lying on your shoulder can hear it. Hush, it has begun, the name of the story is: The world is a little dark."

[The black smoke from the factory smears the sky, the corpses of various fish float on the river and sea, and the garbage piled up on every mountain looks like an abstract painting, the color of the world is getting darker and darker, and the smell is getting more and more pungent.

People on the street wore masks, and environmentalists disappeared, because it was too late to protest or pay attention to it.The sound of the door lock twisting sounded in the house. The man wearing a mask was holding food in his hand, and the food was covered with dust. He threw the food on the sofa and complained: "The price is getting more and more expensive, this kind of broken thing Is it for people to eat? Hey, are you listening to me?" Hao Shuai took off his mask and pointed at the boy on the balcony, who didn't turn around and replied softly: "Listen."

"What are you looking at."

"A man like a landscape."

"What are you talking about, Moka?"

"Did I say something?" Moka didn't seem to notice what he blurted out. Hao Shuai covered his mouth with a mask, pushed open the floor-to-ceiling windows, and sighed: "The 19th floor was originally a place where you can see beautiful scenery, but now you can see everything. It's not here."

"I can see it now." Moka's sight was not in the distance, but below, the boy standing on the balcony on the 18th floor, with a light-colored shirt, so clean and pure, it reminded Moka of the man who was about to forget The sky was so blue, several times he wanted to ask the boy what brand of washing powder he used, and even more times he wanted to ask the boy's name.In today's world, there wasn't much Moka wanted to know.

"That guy is standing on the balcony without a mask on, doesn't he want to live?" Hao Shuai used the word 'also' because the news of suicide is so common nowadays that he doesn't even bother to report it on the news.He squinted his eyes and carefully observed the side face of the boy on the 18th floor, and suddenly thumped his hands: "I remembered, he is a freshman who just entered our school, his name is Chen Ge, he is very popular, have you been looking at him?"

"Who, who's watching him! My ass and I are not interested in that aspect, what's so out of place, I will forget this hard-to-remember name in a second."

"Why are you reacting so excitedly? I was just joking."

I don't know if it was an illusion, but Moka thought that the boy's line of sight collided with him for a second.

That boy named Chen Ge looks so abrupt in this world.