sprite house

Ruan Yuan was woken up by urinating.Sleepiness clung to his eyelids, and he lay there for a while before he could not hold back and crawled out of the quilt.

The temperature of the air conditioner in the room was set too low, and goosebumps appeared on his exposed arms. Chang Anzai was buried under the quilt, his head and face were tightly covered, as if he was in a deep sleep.Ruan Yuansheng was afraid of disturbing him, so he held his breath and moved down the stairs in small steps while holding on to the glass railing on the side.

The toilet is adjacent to the main door, and there is a porch light.The faint yellow light can only illuminate the corner of the door.

Ruan Yuan wanted to go straight to the light source, but when he came to the edge of the corridor lamp, he stopped suddenly.

There seemed to be an extra person in the living room immersed in darkness.

He felt that someone was watching him, Ruan Yuan was too familiar with this feeling.It was a look full of resentment, like a night owl hunting voles, hiding among the hideous branches, firmly nailing his eyes on him, trying to hit him with one blow.

singing.It was singing again, a faint singing sound came from the next door, and in the dark night, the ending sounded like a mournful cry.

Ruan Yuan looked in the direction of the singing.Although the living room was pitch black, he could still vaguely see the maroon stains melting on the living room wall.It slowly seeped down from the wall like bleeding, and the sofa leaning on the side was dripping with blood bubbles.

For a moment, he thought that the haunted house hidden in another world was chasing him, and the coolness rushed up from the soles of his feet, almost freezing his heart. He shouted, "Brother!" and ran to the second floor.

Some liquid was poured on the stairs.It was wet and sticky, Ruan Yuan almost rolled down several times, until he climbed to the last few floors, he suddenly found that the wetness was all blood... gurgling and flowing along the stairs.

The blood was scalding hot, as if it had just been cut from a human body, but Ruan Yuan only felt cold all over.

The singing next door was silent and hoarse, but there was a vicious laughter from the side, which pierced the eardrums.

Ruan Yuan looked up subconsciously, the girl in the baggy school uniform was standing outside the glass railing and staring at him.

He stared blankly at the girl, his brain was blank, he stepped over the last few steps in twos and threes, and crawled back to the bedding side by side.

The quilt was bulging, and the people inside were so tightly wrapped that Ruan Yuan could only vaguely see the darkness through the seams.

He wanted to lift the quilt, but when his fingers touched the edge of the quilt, the quilt suddenly moved automatically.

The man in the quilt dragged the quilt on himself slowly, an inch or two... with jet-black hair, so long.It meanders to block the head and face, seeing that face is about to be exposed in the field of vision——

Ruan Yuan opened his eyes at once, he saw the ceiling, and the light outside the window shone palely on the wall, everything just now was just a dream.

He struggled to get out of the bed, the temperature of the air conditioner was turned down very low, and his hands and feet were cold.

Chang An didn't know where he went, the place around him was empty, and there were no lights downstairs.

There seemed to be whispering voices lingering.

Ruan Yuan panicked and almost rolled down the stairs.

Unlike the darkness in the dream, the moonlight streamed into the living room unimpeded along the bay window.

And Chang Anzai was standing at the door, holding the door frame with one hand, lowering his head and talking to someone.

Thinking of the previous dream in the haunted house, Ruan Yuan almost suspected that this was a repeat of that nightmare.

He couldn't help but pinch his palm, and boldly called out, "Brother?"

Chang An looked back at him, his face seemed to be covered with a layer of frost, covering his face like a mask.

Ruan Yuan's heart tightened, he clenched his fists to hold back his fear, and shouted loudly, "Brother!"

- pat.

The chandelier in the living room suddenly lit up.

The incandescent light made his eyelids black, and he couldn't help closing his eyes. When he opened them again, Chang Anzai had already closed the door, and walked to his side, "What's wrong, I had a nightmare."

Ruan Yuan stretched out his hand to touch his face, and the touch was warm. The ice sculpture-like person just now seemed to be his hallucination. He breathed a sigh of relief, and half complained, "You are the one! The sleepless station in the middle of the night What are you doing at the door?"

Chang An raised his hand to cover the back of his hand, and the palm was also hot, which made Ruan Yuan's remaining fear disappear, and he said, "I heard a sound at the door, come out and have a look."

Ruan Yuan also wanted to go out and have a look, "What's outside?"

Chang An was holding him back, "Didn't we not throw out the garbage at night, it was the mice that climbed up to dig through the garbage."

Ruan Yuan asked strangely, "Why are there rats on our ninth floor? Do we take the elevator or the stairs?"

Chang Anzai couldn't help teasing him, "It's the rats that climb up the building that are more physically fit."

Ruan Yuan stared at him with distrust, his eyes were slightly red, like a nervous little rabbit.

Chang Anzai couldn't help pinching the tips of his ears, put his arms around his shoulders, and took him to the second floor, comforting him in a gentle voice, "Ah Yuan, you should go to bed."

Ruan Yuan was coaxed into a daze, and subconsciously followed him upstairs. Just as he was about to turn up to the second floor, he caught a glimpse of the wall from the corner of his eye. Carbon, as if it had been burned by a fire.

After Chang An watched him go upstairs to lie down, he went back to the living room and turned off the light before climbing up to the second floor and lying down in the bedding.

The two of them, each with a quilt, squeezed into the large bed, each occupying one side of the world.

Ruan Yuan couldn't help but crawled out of his quilt after lying down for a while.

He knelt on the quilt in a daze, Chang Anzai closed his eyes for a moment, and opened them to look at him again.

Ruan Yuanzheng stared blankly at him with downcast eyes, he stretched out his hand and gently touched his face, "Can't sleep yet?"

Ruan Yuan shook his head, lifted his quilt suddenly, and slipped in like a big carp, "Brother, I'm so cold, let's build a bed together."

The quilt was originally cold, but it became hot because of the body temperature of the two of them.

Chang An stretched out his long arms, half wrapping him in his arms.He lowered his head slightly, his chin rubbed against the top of his hair, and then lowered a little bit, his lips almost touched Ruan Yuan's forehead, the deep and pleasant voice sounded like it was ringing in Ruan Yuan's heart through his chest, "Should I turn up the air conditioner?"

"Don't!" Ruan Yuan felt guilty after shouting, he lowered his voice and whispered, "It's better to sleep when it's colder."

"Why are you still the same as when you were a child?" Chang Anzai patted him on the back and smiled, "Now sleep well."

The older brother got closer and closer, inexplicably, Ruan Yuan's heart settled down.

So a good night's sleep.