Minors are not allowed to enter

college town.

There are seven schools from elementary school to university, and together they surround a commercial street. This street is about 400 meters long from east to west. The students selling along the street are all school supplies, stationery, books, light clothes, dormitory food... nothing. Not covered.

It was late June, and the schools that had earlier holidays were already empty, and the passenger flow dropped by half, even the shopkeepers and bosses on the street were quite free.

Early this morning, Xie Ran was braving the scorching sun and wanted to go to the end of the street to buy a bowl of red bean curd.

He has serious eyebrows, wearing a plain white T-shirt and faded light blue jeans, his skin is as white as hell, except for the short black hair and eyes, all other colors are plain, the whole person looks like a Siberian The cold wind blew incongruously across the hot commercial street.

Because he is so handsome, he keeps turning his head back when he is scratched.

The bean curd seller is a time-honored shop that is very popular. Every time Xie Ran goes, he has to queue for at least 10 minutes. If he goes late, he may not be able to buy it. Therefore, he is in a hurry when he walks, and he doesn’t pay attention to the pedestrians around him.

Unexpectedly, in the middle of the journey, he was suddenly bumped from behind and staggered, two skinny arms stretched out and hugged him tightly.

"Tongtong!!!"

The wailing and wailing resounded through the street, and passers-by who were buying breakfast on both sides of the street turned their heads one after another.

The touch of people's skin touching each other made Xie Ran tremble all over, he pulled those two arms apart suddenly, and turned around to see——

Looking at each other, both of them were stunned.

It was a middle-aged woman with sunken cheeks, sallow skin, messy long hair, cloudy eyes, and an unhealthy gray color on her whole face.

There were still tears in her eyes, but her expression was dazed: "You...you're not Tongtong...I'm sorry, it's too, too similar..."

Xie Ran let go of her, took a step back, was about to say something to comfort the other party, suddenly narrowed his eyes, and saw the scene behind the woman clearly.

Early in the morning, the middle of the long street was relatively empty, and I saw a boy with long hands and long legs squatting on the ground, his body was transparent, and he was full of cold black air, he was a dead soul.His eyes were not very clear, he just stared at the woman's back, muttering something in a low voice.

Xie Ran moved his ears, and he heard a bunch of swear words, and "There is no end" between the swear words.

"There's no end!" The boy tilted his head, and stood up from the ground as if he couldn't move. The voice in his mouth became louder and louder, "You're fucking endless!"

The last few words were almost distorted into screams, and monstrous black air gushed out from the male ghost, causing the surrounding temperature to drop several degrees in an instant.

If the resentment of the dead soul enters the brain, even the weakest ghost can turn into a ghost and hurt people on the spot. Seeing that the black energy that seems to be alive is about to touch the bent body of the middle-aged woman, Xie Ran frowned, and pointed his right hand The front stretched out, just passing her ear.

A cluster of blue to bright flames burst out from Xie Ran's fingertips, instantly burning through the gathered black air, and nailing the boy's eyebrows.

The chill dissipated so quickly.

Whether it is a ghost image or a blue fire, all of this is beyond the reach of ordinary people. In order not to make his behavior appear too abrupt, Xie Ran conveniently helped the haggard woman brush her messy hair from the sideburns, carefully Avoid the skin part.

"Auntie," he withdrew his hand and looked down at her, "are you looking for someone who looks like me?"

"Yes, yes." The middle-aged woman shuddered belatedly, and then she came back to her senses and wiped away her tears, "I have a son who disappeared a while ago... Sigh, your back and his It really looks like, I, I saw it wrong..."

, back image.

Xie Ran glanced behind her.

The ghost who wants to kill her...is her son.

Two meters away, yin and yang are separated, one side is a mother's most sincere love, and the other side is hatred that can be twisted into resentment.

Xie Ran looked at the male ghost and narrowed his eyes, and said softly: "Go home early and rest, Auntie, your complexion is too bad. Be careful on the road... remember to walk where there is sunshine."

"Hey, okay, I'm sorry." Although she didn't quite understand the meaning of his last sentence, the middle-aged woman nodded in embarrassment, and walked away wiping her tears, "I'm really confused, why is June It feels so cold..."

The male ghost was temporarily suppressed by a cluster of flames from Xie Ran, but the dark resentment on his body has not been completely removed. If he lets it go, he might lose his mind and become a ghost. Xie Ran raised his eyelids and glanced at the dazzling light in the sky The sun is scorching, so I decided to let him bask in the sun for a while.

The sun can dispel the cold, and it can also dispel some things that are not on the table.

He left a few clusters of small flames, pulled up a cordon around the boy that humans couldn't see, and turned around to buy bean curd.

……

The popular red bean curd in the commercial street is really hard to buy. When Xie Ran walked back to the original place again, half an hour had passed, and the students who were still buying breakfast nearby had already returned to school. Xie Ran took advantage of no one’s attention. , Lifting the male ghost up.

Half an hour of exposure to the sun not only eliminated all the grievances in his body, he couldn't even stand up straight, and the whole ghost lay on the ground, dying.

If Xie Ran came back later, he might be directly sunburned here.

Xie Ran just held the bean curd in one hand and dragged the male ghost in the other, walking quickly towards his studio.

Although his studio is small, it is very famous among the surrounding students.

Firstly, the commercial street has a stable source of customers, and the surrounding merchants are eager to come in. The rent is naturally rising, but his studio is so empty that it was once suspected that it was opened for the rich second generation who loves to generate electricity; secondly, I don’t know why There are rumors that the owner of this studio is so beautiful that people complain about it, so that curious students ran to his door every three days to look around. Xie Ran was so annoyed that he simply hung a piece of black cloth behind the glass shop door as a curtain.

The last point is the most topical - four of the seven surrounding schools have underage students, but there is a warning sign saying "Underage No Entry" at the door of his studio.

Originally, the simple and unsophisticated signboard at the entrance of the studio store clearly wrote a romantic and suave regular script - "Hongling Studio", but unfortunately the name is too literary and not easy to remember.Later, the students probably felt that the warning sign was bullying, so they gave it the nickname of "Underage Studio", so it spread.

When Xie Ran came back to the store, the owner of the canteen next door was holding the glass door at the door of his studio, trying to look into the store through the gap of the black curtain behind the door.

There was a black shadow on top of his graying head, which also jumped left and right with his movements, which looked very funny.

It's cloudy.

Xie Ran frowned.

Old man Zhang usually does business with nearby primary and junior high school students, and cares most about the children; Xie Ran is young, and it is said that he is an orphan. Old man Zhang sees that it is not easy for him to run a studio by himself, so he often comes over to ask about his health and send some delicious food.

Over time, the two became acquainted, and Xie Ran usually called him "Uncle Zhang".

The yin qi was on the old man, and it had to be dealt with as soon as possible. Xie Ran put the bag of bean curd into his mouth, and quickly passed the top of his head with his free left hand, pinched the black shadow with three fingers and took it off, and gently rolled it away. Burned with fingertip flames.

Old man Zhang saw his movements in the reflection of the glass door, and turned his head suddenly: "Oh, Xiao Xie! Are you here?"

Xie Ran took the bean curd back into his hand, turned his eyes around the other person's face, and saw that his expression was the same as yesterday, so he felt relieved and asked, "Uncle Zhang, what are you looking at?"

Old man Zhang went to pull Xie Ran furtively: "Xiao Xie, please call the police! I just heard someone talking in your shop, but look, you just arrived now!"

Xie Ran was still holding a ghost in his hand, and he didn't like being close to people's skin, so he hurriedly avoided to avoid running into Uncle Zhang as much as possible.

"It's okay, I'll go in and have a look." After he finished speaking politely, the corner of his mouth twitched, as if he wanted to smile but failed, and he added in a flat tone, "Thank you."

He was about to walk into the store, but Uncle Zhang was in a hurry, and quickly blocked his way: "Don't make trouble! What if there is a thief? You are so skinny..."

Xie Ran is as thin as those big stars on TV who have to keep in shape. Old man Zhang is afraid that he will be blown away in a typhoon, let alone face the gangsters. Just thinking about the scene makes people feel uncomfortable.

Xie Ran was a little helpless.

Is it his fault for looking thin?It's their family who can't get fat at all, okay?

A simple old man, kindness is always so straightforward, Xie Ran didn't want to neglect his enthusiasm, and said: "It's really all right, Uncle Zhang, if you don't worry, just go in with me to have a look."

In fact, he could probably guess what was going on—the door lock showed no signs of damage, and normal people couldn't get in, so the ones inside were probably some other "guests".

"You child!" Uncle Zhang couldn't stop him, so he hurriedly pulled a big broom for sweeping the streets from the door of his shop as a weapon.

Xie Ran opened the lock with the key, and the glass door hinge made a muffled sound.

There was a gust of cool wind blowing in front of the hall, the coolness was almost piercing, and old man Zhang shivered unconsciously.The black shadow on his head was swaying in the wind, as if very comfortable.

The wind blew, and the light finally shone into the small studio.

"It's June, it's too cold in your store..." Old man Zhang muttered, walking side by side with Xie Ran into the small storefront, "I told you not to hang black curtains all day long, it looks unlucky, It's still cold, why would guests want to come!"

Xie Ran: "It's fine."

Anyway, he didn't really care if he had guests or not.

As for the cold...Of course it's not this cold in his shop.

Xie Ran's eyes wandered around the corner of the dark ceiling calmly, and his brows frowned slightly.

There is clearly a ghost, but what about the "guest"?

The vigilant old man Zhang followed Xie Ran around and made sure that there was no third living person in the shop, so he felt a little embarrassed.He scratched his thinning hair, his face flushed: "Hey... It's really weird, I clearly heard someone talking... Maybe the old man is old and his ears are not good, so he must have heard it wrong."

"I believe you, Uncle Zhang. But there is nothing valuable in my store, just a pile of paints and paintings, and thieves have nothing to steal when they come in." Xie Ran said, "Thank you anyway."

"Don't say that, the paintings are all drawn by you... Hey! Anyway, it's good that you didn't lose anything. Look at me. You have breakfast, ah, I'm going back to the store first."

Old man Zhang turned around and wanted to leave, but Xie Ran stopped him: "By the way, Uncle Zhang, did you come from the back alley again today?"

"Huh?" Old man Zhang was taken aback, "Yes."

"I told you before, it's almost July and a half, the elderly are weak, so don't keep walking in cold corners."

Uncle Zhang was amused by him: "Hey, you kid, you are more superstitious than an old man like me at a young age."

"I'm serious." Xie Ran stared at him.

"Okay, Xiao Xie cares about Uncle Zhang, and Uncle Zhang knows it. I'll take another road tomorrow, okay?"

"Ah."

Xie Ran nodded, sent old man Zhang to the door, watched him go back to the store, and then closed the store door again.

As soon as the door was closed, the room was completely dark. Xie Ran threw the male ghost who was about to melt on the ground, turned on the overhead light, and sat down at the round table in the corner.

"come out."

The tone that was still mild just now was instantly cold like a blade in the ice and snow, Xie Ran said while undoing the plastic bag outside the bean curd with two slender fingers.

A spoonful of bright red chili red oil was poured on the white and tender tofu, and as soon as he stirred it into his mouth with a spoon, the fresh, spicy taste permeated instantly, dyeing his light-colored lips bright red.

Food is the most pleasant thing, until now, Xie Ran showed a stingy smile at the corner of his mouth.

"Aren't you coming out? Also—"

Before he could finish his sentence, a cloud of misty black mist suddenly "grown" from the ceiling above his head, swooped down like a bird, and followed Xie Ran's ears with a beautiful curved trajectory. In a circle, a series of numb ripples flowed down Xie Ran's somewhat sensitive back of the neck from the cold and ethereal touch.

It's like an overvoltage.