sprite house

"——A Yuan! A Yuan! Wake up!"

Someone whispered in his ear and pushed him hard.

A Yuan didn't sleep soundly enough, it took a long time before he woke up in a daze.

In the dim light, he saw Cong Wu's face, looking at him anxiously.

"A Yuan!" Cong Wu's expression was obviously relieved, "You finally woke up!"

"What happened?" A Yuan wiped his wet face, it was difficult to distinguish whether it was a dream or reality, he said, "Pinch me, harder."

"We fell from that pipe, and you fainted." Cong Wu obediently pinched him with two fingers, "Are you still awake?"

Ah Yuan was hurt by his nails, and he was barely sure of the reality in front of him, "I recall who I am."

Cong Wu couldn't figure it out, "Huh? You still lost your memory?"

Ah Yuan fell silent, he not only remembered who he was, but also remembered all the memories of Chang Anzai.Every time that person appeared so abruptly, but always disappeared so hastily.

He didn't dare to think about it any further, and turned to look around.With just one glance, he immediately took several steps back in shock, "What kind of place is this!"

More than a dozen people in all directions took several steps back.

"Hey! Don't panic, don't panic," Cong Wu hurriedly said, "Look carefully!"

A Yuan regained his composure temporarily, and when he took a closer look, the surrounding walls were actually covered with long and narrow mirrors, which seemed to surround doors after doors at first glance.

Two arm-thick white candles were lit in the middle of the room, and the wax dripped all over the floor, obviously it had been burning for a long time, the candlelight couldn't cover the surrounding area, and the figures in the mirror were all dim and ghostly, following their actions with the same action.

A Yuan raised his head and found that not only the walls, but even the ceiling was inlaid with large mirrors. He was stared at by so many people, as if he was secretly peeped by countless pairs of eyes that did not belong to him. Mirror."

Cong Wudao, "I was scared to death when we fell just now. Fortunately, we fell to this place. Just now there were people walking around outside, and I didn't dare to go out... As a result, I can't even find the door now. But I heard that the mirror wards off evil spirits, so it should be quite safe here. I think we should just hide for now.”

Ah Yuan didn't want to look at himself in the mirror, so he lowered his head and focused on the burning candle. Hearing the words, he couldn't help saying, "Mirrors ward off evil spirits? How did I hear that mirrors attract ghosts?"

"Don't talk nonsense," Cong Wu stared like copper bells, and kept looking around like a thief, "You probably don't know in your city. There is a saying in our hometown that if you are haunted by alternate ghosts , we need to put a mirror on the opposite bed. Once you catch alternate ghosts like this, you will not be able to tell them apart, and you will mistakenly think that you are in the mirror. When it goes in, it will be trapped in the mirror. I guess Huang Anna The family wanted to do the same."

This statement was unheard of, so A Yuanquan thought he was telling a story, and said casually, "So, don't there be ghosts in the mirrors in this room?"

"Don't talk nonsense that you're addicted!" Cong Wu squatted down, looking at A Yuan from below with two distinct black and white eyes, he whispered, "But don't say it, I just heard someone shouting outside Your name."

A Yuan was taken aback, "Who?"

"It's a male voice," Cong Wu rubbed his hands, he looked a little cold, "Actually, I've wanted to ask you since I saw you... Who were you talking to all the time?"

A Yuan is almost 100% sure that the person who called him is Chang Anzai. Could it be that Chang Anzai is not dead?He was overjoyed for a moment, and then calmed down again—could it be said that he also became the same as Xu Fan and the others... the evil ghost who caught the substitute?

No—he recalled what happened in his childhood, and he was almost 100% sure that the haunted house they were in now was a replica of the mansion in the forest, whether it was the people or the appearance of the house—but why was the haunted house in the deep mountains Are you going to the city now?What is the relationship between them and Chang Anzai?

His mind was very confused, and he realized the second half of Cong Wu's words, "What are you talking about? I have been talking to Chang..." The words got stuck in the middle, and he looked at Cong Wu's nervous expression. With an expression on his face, he said softly, "Didn't you see my companion?"

Cong Wu stared at him like a ghost, "No, we only saw you from the beginning."

A Yuan's face turned pale, but Cong Wu suddenly gestured for silence, he opened his mouth and mouthed, "Listen."

It was the familiar sound of footsteps again, dong, dong, dong—it stopped and stopped on the third floor, as if circling behind each mirror, accompanied by the sound of things falling to the ground, clattering, The man outside the door seemed to be looking for something.

A Yuan listened nervously to the voice, but his thoughts were always entangled in Cong Wu's words.

Didn't they see Chang An here?So is Chang Anzai, who has been following him, a human or a ghost?No, no, no... Maybe Cong Wu and the others are ghosts!

A Yuanmeng remembered Chang Anzai's words, "Don't believe too much in what you see."

who?Cong Wu in front of him is still the one who has been by his side all the time...

A Yuan looked at Cong Wu in front of him, feeling suspicious for a moment.Didn't Xu Tong trick Yu Li into being her substitute as usual?

But... If Cong Wu really wanted to, shouldn't he strike while he was drowsy.

A Yuan tried his best not to think about the wooden sign he saw at the door of the room on the first floor...the wooden sign that confirmed Chang Anzai's death.

Just when his thoughts were confused, he suddenly heard someone calling him outside the house.

"—A Yuan."

"A Yuan, where are you?"

It's Chang Anzai's voice!

Cong Wu looked at him with horror on his face, and A Yuan stared at the mirror, in which he was shaking like chaff.

That voice continued all the time, but amidst the calls, A Yuan suddenly became sleepy!

This drowsiness seemed to be like a quilt that covered the sky and the earth, and even fear was no match for it, and it instantly enveloped him in the chaos of his thoughts.

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The window covered with newspapers was slightly gray.

A Yuan smelled the fresh smell of meat buns, and when he sat up, he found that Chang Anzai had already bought breakfast, which filled the lame table.

A Yuan was a little confused, he stretched out his hand and pinched himself, it hurt a little—is this a dream or reality?

Chang Anzai was sitting by the bed looking down at his phone, turned his head when he heard the voice, saw A Yuan and said, "Wash up, get up and have breakfast."

A Yuan was dizzy, got up from the bed, and went to the sink to wash up briefly.

The two of them didn't say another word until A Yuan sat down at the rickety table, then suddenly said, "I remember the past."

Chang Anzai took the soy milk and poked the straw and handed it to him, "Really."

A Yuan took it, and still said, "Where did you go after college?"

Chang An was silent for a moment, "I just went back to where I should go."

"My hometown? You are lying, I went back, and that house has been demolished." A Yuan stared at him, "What are you doing back now?"

Chang An said with a smile, "I want to see you, what does my brother look like?"

A Yuan was a bit aggressive at first, but he didn't know what to do when he heard what he said, so he lowered his head and took a sip of soy milk. He hugged the other person and asked him how he was doing afterwards. However, in the end, all the turbulent thoughts were pushed back to the depths by reason, and he just pretended to be calm, "I'm doing well now, and you - I've been I've been looking for you, but I haven't been able to find you."

"I'm doing well too." Chang An stretched his arms and stroked his hair. "I'm on annual leave recently, so I'm free. You're busy selling wontons every day, why don't I help you?"

A Yuan looked up at him in surprise, "You help me?"

"How about helping you with the bag," Chang An said with a smile, "My craftsmanship is pretty good, don't you want to try?"

"How can I do that?" A Yuan was embarrassed to say that his daily wontons were pushed directly from that house, he just said, "I'm used to coming here by myself, don't bother you..." He wanted him to directly When I went back, there was a table full of breakfast, and it was not easy to say the words to expel people directly.

Chang Anzai said, "I bought my bones and meat, so you can treat me as me and experience life with you. Then it's settled."

A Yuan was confused and forced to agree.

After breakfast, Chang Anzai actively chopped up the minced meat.

Seeing him like this, Ah Yuan had no choice but to bite the bullet and go out, went to the small building and pushed his cart back.

Even though it was a scorching summer day, the streets were still covered in thick fog during the day, and there was not a single person in sight along the way.

A Yuan didn't think it was strange, so he just pushed the cart back to the residence, and then climbed upstairs with the pot on his shoulder.

Chang Anzai moved very quickly, and within a short time, he had already rolled out the dough, chopped the meat stuffing, and was wrapping small round wontons one by one.

The rice cooker has been simmering bone soup, and the strong aroma even overflows the corridor.

Ah Yuan smelled the scent and felt familiar, very similar to the soup he sold every night.

He wanted to help Chang Anzai, but was rejected because of his clumsiness.

He had no choice but to move Zhang Wei's foot stool and sit aside to watch Chang An busy, and fell asleep without knowing it.

When Ah Yuan woke up again, the room was empty and the sky was dark.

A Yuan supported his heavy head, he thought for a long time, and only remembered that he was watching Chang An making wontons for him before falling asleep.

What about Chang'an now?

Is it already gone?

A Yuan didn't know whether he was disappointed or lucky, he checked the time and it was close to ten o'clock in the evening.

The pot that I had resisted during the day would have disappeared. Could it be that Chang An was carrying the pot to sell wontons for himself first?

A Yuan hurried downstairs, only to find that Chang An was already waiting for him pushing a cart, "A Yuan."

A Yuan said, "Why don't you call me?"

Chang Anzai said, "I called, but you haven't woken up."

A Yuan lowered his head, "I'm sorry."

Chang An wanted to touch him, but as soon as his hand touched his hair, he was dodged away.

Chang Anzai withdrew his hand and said softly, "It's okay."

The two of them didn't speak any more, only the clatter of the cart echoed in the long street.