School grass is reborn to save me

While cleaning the table, Cen Qinghui lightly touched Shu Yang's fingertips with his elbow. Shu Yang didn't respond. Cen Qinghui's elbow was directly on Shu Yang's elbow, but the other party still didn't respond. , he continued to wipe the table, deliberately making his own table collide with Shu Yang's.

Shu Yang finally let out a muffled voice.

"I know you are my deskmate."

Cen Qinghui pursed her lips and smiled.

I have to say that the view from this location is very good. When you turn your face sideways, you can not only see the back of Shu Yang’s neck, but also the sycamore trees on the campus and the school gate. As soon as school is over, you can enjoy the sight of the students running towards freedom. picture.

It's just that after the preliminary exam, their senior high school students have two hours of evening self-study. From seven to nine o'clock, teachers from various subjects are on duty to answer students' difficult problems.Although it is said that it is voluntary to choose whether to participate or not, but basically they will choose to stay.

Shu Yang has been sleeping on his stomach, and at six o'clock he scratched his hair and got up, "Let me out."

"Then what... can you prevent me from having a deskmate on the first night of self-study?" Cen Qingmei said.

"The takeaway I ordered has arrived." Shu Yang replied.

Upon hearing this, Cen Qing immediately turned to let Shu Yang go out.

Not long after, Cen Qingyu's cell phone rang, and the delivery boy told him that he had met his classmate, and asked him to come along for him.

Then I watched Shu Yang come up with two takeaway bags, put one of them on Cen Qingyi's table, and stepped over his lap with a long leg, causing many students to look sideways.

"Mom, I thought you were going to sit on me!"

Shu Yang snorted softly, sat down and opened his own takeaway bag, then neither moved his chopsticks nor spoke.

Cen Qingxuan leaned her head to take a look, and found that it was a rather expensive business meal, and the main course in it was deep-fried prawns.The soup that comes with it is Buddha jumping over the wall, which also contains sea cucumber, fish maw, abalone and shrimp.

"You are allergic to shrimp, don't you know?" Cen Qinghui frowned, and pushed his order towards him, "Eat my dish! Braised Niu Nan! The local delicacies are also delicious."

Who knew that Shu Yang directly raised his hand and changed the meals for the two of them.

Cen Qinghui doesn't like carrots, so Shu Yang left him the broccoli with garlic in the set meal.

"No... your set meal is precious, will you eat it for me?" Cen Qinghui asked in a low voice.

"Do you want me to keep accounts for you?" Shu Yang asked.

"No...you want to exchange it with me, so I don't accept it."

"Then eat yours."

As a result, after eating, Cen Qinghui found that Shu Yang didn't do his homework at all, and just slept on the ground, not afraid of becoming a pig at all.

Since evening self-study is also sleeping, Cen Qinghui doesn't understand why Shu Yang doesn't go home?

There is a bed at home, don't you fall asleep soundly?

Or is the teacher's voice more hypnotic?

At nine o'clock in the evening, self-study ended, and Cen Qingyun had to take a taxi or take the bus back home without a bicycle.

He walked out of the school gate, and the cold street gradually became more lively, and many students were buying snacks and ordering supper.

Cen Qingyun looked up, and suddenly saw a man smoking a cigarette behind a stall selling pancakes and fruits not far away.

The other party was wearing a peaked cap, and the flickering light from the fire happened to illuminate the scar on his face.

Isn't this the pickup truck driver he saw when he took a taxi in the morning?

How could he appear near the school?

Inadvertently, Cen Qinghui met the other party's eyes, and a cold feeling came to his heart. He felt like a prey, locked by the other party.

He just wanted to go home early at the moment, turned around and saw Shu Yang walking towards the bus station, and followed without saying a word.

The two stood side by side on the platform, and the mobile phone showed that the next No. 11 bus would arrive at the station in 2 minutes.There were still classmates chatting around, and this excitement made Cen Qinghui feel more at ease.

The car was much more empty than it had been in the morning, and almost every passenger had a seat.

Shu Yang sat down by the window. Seeing that other students were about to sit next to him, he suddenly put his hand there, without saying anything, that classmate walked inside tactfully.

Cen Qinghui hurried over, he didn't care whether Shu Yang didn't want to sit with him or reserved a seat for someone else, Shu Yang was his deskmate, so he had to sit in the same row on the bus.

He hung his schoolbag forward and sat down directly.

Shu Yang's hand retracted a little slowly, or the car was shaking, so his hand supported him.

The car drove for a stop, and when it stopped, Cen Qinghui looked behind the car window, but he didn't see the pickup, nor the man with the scar on his face, he let out a slight breath.

Others were either chatting, or listening to music and playing on their mobile phones. It was too embarrassing for Cen Qingmei to sit like this.

Shu Yang propped his chin, his face was reflected in the half-opened glass window, flickering with the light of the street lamp, as if floating between reality and illusion.

"Your face is much better. You must be handsome when you don't have allergies." Cen Qingxi wanted to get closer to see the other person clearly, but she didn't dare to get too close to appear arrogant.

Shu Yang didn't respond. It seemed that flattering him for being handsome didn't arouse his desire to chat.

After another stop, people got on and off the bus one after another. Cen Qingxuan muttered, "Aren't you afraid that you won't be able to sleep at night after sleeping so long during the day?"

"I can't sleep at night."

"Ah?" Cen Qinghui suspected that she was hallucinating, did Shu Yang talk to him just now?

"Why can't you sleep? Then you can sleep during the day?"

"You are here during the day."

The car door just closed, and Cen Qinghui didn't hear the second half of the sentence clearly.

But Shu Yang didn't answer any more.

The two returned to the community together. In the elevator, Cen Qingyu took the key out of the side pocket of the schoolbag.

Shu Yang looked at his key and frowned.

"Why haven't you changed it yet?"

"Ah?" Cen Qingyu looked at his hand, "Did you say the key was bent last time? It was replaced, it's a new one."

Shu Yang sighed faintly, and went back to his own home.

Cen Qinghui entered the house, threw his schoolbag on the sofa, took a shower first, and after drying his hair, he finished the rest of the questions before turning off the lights and going to sleep.

It's already autumn, and the night breeze is chilly.

Cen Qinghui was about to close the window when she saw a familiar figure running in the community downstairs.

The opponent's legs are very long, and the shadow cast on the ground is also long. He is wearing a gray sportswear, and the hem of the clothes bulges and shakes slightly with his movements.

It's so beautiful.

Cen Qingyi originally wanted to call the other party, but found that he seemed to be wearing a bluetooth headset. It is estimated that the whole community could hear the shout, and he might not be able to hear it.

Is he unable to sleep again?

Does he come out for a run every night when he can't sleep?

If this guy has such long legs and runs until dawn, does he count as Kuafu chasing after the sun?

Cen Qinghui lay on the window sill and watched for almost half an hour, and found that Shu Yang's physical strength was really good, and his speed had been very even, and he had run many laps.

It's almost 11:30, time to go to bed.

Cen Qinghui put her head back, and today is another day of full brainpower. If I study so hard, I can still crush Zhong Chun in the next monthly exam... If Shu Yang can still get all the questions in the monthly exam.

He fell asleep quickly.

After sleeping for an unknown amount of time, Cen Qingxuan felt stuffy and hot, and moved casually, as if his hand touched something, which looked like a car seat.

what happened?Isn't he sleeping at home?Why is it in a car?

Could it be... is he dreaming again?

Cen Qingyun's hand stretched out to the side, and sure enough, it touched the car window glass. It was pitch black outside the glass, and not even a single ray of light came through.

He groped up and down, and finally found the button for the dome light, but after pressing it for a long time, there was no electricity at all!

Cen Qinghui turned sideways and kicked the glass window with all her strength, but she couldn't open it after kicking for a long time?

He leaned back, let out a breath, and touched it before realizing that there was a mobile phone behind the seat.He took it over and tried it. After turning it on, there was only about [-]% of the battery left, and he could unlock it with his fingerprint!

There are many unread text messages and phone calls, all from the same person.

【I shouldn't send people to follow you, nor should I control your life. As long as you come back, I'll see a psychiatrist. 】

[I don't let you go to city B because you will have a car accident on the highway, even if you don't have a car accident, you will have an accident in the elevator! 】

[I'm serious, there is a person or organization hiding in the dark targeting you. 】

[It doesn't matter if you think I'm paranoid or paranoid, call me back and let me know you're safe. 】

Cen Qingxuan kept scrolling through the messages. He could feel that the person who sent the message was going crazy, but he didn't reply a text message.

He was obviously indifferent, but he didn't block the other party's information, so he had expectations for this person.

Indeed, if one receives such a message on weekdays, everyone will regard the other party as crazy.

But look at where I am now... Maybe the person who sent the message is not sick at all, but I have never trusted the other party.

Cen Qinghui turned on the phone's light and shone it out the window, but the light couldn't come out!

Could it be that the car was buried?

This conclusion made Cen Qinghui break out in a cold sweat.

He picked up his cell phone and tried desperately to call back the call, but there was no signal at all.

The power dropped to three percent all of a sudden.

Excessive tension caused the rapid consumption of oxygen, and Cen Qingxuan became extremely dizzy.

All he could hear was his own heavy breathing.

In the past, you desperately wanted to break free, but you insisted on wrapping me in an airtight cocoon.

Maybe I was wrong, I didn't give you enough trust, and I didn't give you a sense of security.

I really want to see you...

Afraid that you will hurt yourself, afraid that you will give up on yourself.

"what--"

Cen Qinghui took a sharp breath and sat up, with sweat on her forehead and neck.

"My God..." Cen Qinghui stroked her hair.

Wait, what is the mobile phone number that was texting in the dream?

I was only looking at the content of the text message and didn't pay attention to the mobile phone number!The number at the end seems to be 39?

Cen Qingxuan touched the mobile phone next to the bed and opened the text message. He did not delete all the messages sent by the master. The mobile phone number is... 39 ending!

His mind was a little confused, he had dreamed of yellow-haired gangsters stealing money in the alley before, and now he dreamed of being trapped in the car and unable to get out, and the "Master" sent himself so many messages.Obviously they knew each other in reality, and they were very familiar with each other.

There is also a possibility that he only had an impression of the "Master"'s mobile phone number, and the dream was a feedback from reality, so he grafted the "Master"'s mobile phone number into the dream.

The phone shows that the current time is two o'clock in the morning.

He lifted the quilt, stepped on his slippers, and was about to go to the kitchen to get a drink of water.

As soon as he stood up, he heard a "click", which sounded like the door of the house being opened.

Mom is back?Was she on the night shift and forgot something?

But it’s already this time, if you forget to take something, you can wait until dawn.

Could it be that the father who was busy with the project outside came back?Is this guy's lame healed?Big night back and forth?

Cen Qinghui suddenly thought that Jiao Ting had said that a certain household in the community had been robbed in the past few days, could it be their turn to be patronized?

Holding her breath, Cen Qingxuan grabbed her own doorknob and pressed down very carefully, the door was slightly opened a crack.

He saw the back of a man walking towards Jiao Ting's bedroom, this figure is definitely not Cen Weiqian!

And the man's hand was holding something reflecting light, it should be a knife.

Cen Qinghui swallowed her saliva, she was very glad that Jiao Ting was not at home tonight, otherwise this man would go in with a knife and do not know what he would do!

If you go to the kitchen to take a knife to defend yourself, the master bedroom is closer to the kitchen, and you may be spotted by the other party as soon as you go out.

He closed the door silently, turned the lock, and took out his mobile phone to call the police.

Is that man really a thief?Look at the way he walks, although he is light but confident.

Jiao Ting's old bag was placed on the sofa in the living room.If that man came to steal something, he didn't even touch the bag when he saw it?

Burglary, do you need to hold a knife in your hand as soon as you come in?That is to kill people!

Cen Qinghui's heart felt cold for a while, and the call to the police was connected. Cen Qinghui spoke out in a brisk manner: "This is Unit 8001, Building X, Huatinglianghe Community. A gangster entered the house with a knife! The purpose is unknown! Please rescue immediately!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the operator on the opposite side was about to ask a question, when he heard footsteps coming from outside the door, and the man came towards the bedroom!

He could only hang up the phone immediately.

In such a quiet night, even the sound of water dripping from the bathroom could be heard. No matter how low Cen Qinghui called the police, the other party would definitely be able to detect it.

It's over, the guy outside the door has a knife.And it's not a folding dagger, it's a knife enough to pierce people through!

Cen Qingxuan looked around her bedroom, but couldn't find any self-defense tools.

If the other party is really a thief, he should leave when he realizes that the head of the household may call the police. Why does he still stay in the house?

In other words, his goal is not money.

Suddenly, Cen Qinghui thought of the man with the scar on his face that he met today.

Could it be that he has been following him?

He would sneak into their house in the dead of night and put Cen Qingyu unconscious or dead before putting them in that pickup truck?

Cen Qinghui stared at the crack of the door, the moonlight came in from the window, gloomy and cold, the man's feet left some shadows between the crack of the door and the ground, Cen Qinghui's heart seemed to be soaked in crushed ice, Breathing even lungs are hurting.

His sense of hearing has become infinitely sensitive. Maybe that man is now pressing his ear to the door, listening to the movement inside.

Should he just call the police again and scare him away?

A man's low voice came from the door, "Are you asleep, or are you calling the police?"