School grass is reborn to save me

Cen Qinghui suspected that her ears had misheard, "How am I like a prey?"

"Clean, lively, carefree, and without the power to resist evil, it makes people want to destroy it."

Cen Qinghui took a step back. For some reason, he always felt that the person in front of him was not in the same world as them.

However, every word and every word he said was true.

The watcher on the edge of the cliff appeared in Cen Qinghui's mind, he was a child playing on the edge of the cliff, and the other party was a scarecrow hiding on the edge of darkness, and behind him was the abyss.

"Scared?" Shu Yang put the phone back in Cen Qingyu's hand.

"No...no." Cen Qingxi gripped her phone tightly.

"It's fine if you don't. I'm scaring you."

After finishing speaking, Shu Yang walked forward, the street lamp shone on his body, the brighter it was, the deeper and longer the shadow appeared.

Cen Qinghui's cell phone rang suddenly, it was Chen Shuo and Mu Ning, the two current newspapers.

"Ah Qing! They let us go! It's because we got hacked and started all over again!"

Cen Qingyun rubbed the back of her head, thinking that tonight's "forced online dating" was done by these two guys, "Thank God that you two are still alive!"

"Reliable news, the grade leader will come to sit in on the math class tomorrow... to record a video of a famous teacher for Lao Wei! The group said that they will explain tonight's paper!"

"What? What time is it?" Cen Qinghui looked at the time, it was almost ten o'clock.

"Yeah, go back and do your homework!"

Although they are not the masters of studying hard, they are not so conscientious as to embarrass the head teacher publicly.

As soon as he stepped out of the elevator, Cen Qingyun found several folded cardboard boxes leaning against the wall in the aisle.

"Is there someone coming to live next door?"

Cen Qinghui looked suspiciously at the opposite side. A couple of university professors lived there many years ago, and the house was not disposed of after the old man passed away, but Cen Qinghui had never seen their only daughter.

Having no time to meddle in other people's business, Cen Qinghui hurried back to the bedroom and spread out the math simulation paper.

It really echoed the two sentences of Jay Chou's "Blue and White Porcelain" that Chen Shuo often hummed: "The sky is waiting for the mist and rain, and the homework is waiting for you; the pen was salvaged and I wrote in the middle of the night."

Their group was full of enthusiasm for discussing homework, but it was a pity that the elites who were the "first group" in the class were silent and refused to share the fruits of their labor.Among them are the narrow-minded Zhong Chun, He Bin, the physics class representative, Li Hengyu, the chemistry class representative, and Yang Jinyun, the current first grader.

The other students are working together at this time.

Chen Shuo asked the answer to a question, and was immediately beaten by the group.

Li Chenxia: [Student Chen Shuo, the brain is a good thing, may I trouble you to use it! 】

Cen Qinghui: [Chen Shuo's brain is for sale at a high price, it has never been used, private if interested! 】

Chen Shuo: [What right do you have to sell my brain! 】

Lu Shan: [If it wasn't for Cen Qingxuan who was willing to list you, I'm afraid no one would accept it! 】

After finally finishing up the paper, Cen Qinghui yawned, thinking that he really dotes on Lao Wei, the head teacher.

He glanced at his phone. It was almost eleven o'clock, and Cen Qingyu lay on the bed. After playing on the phone for a while, he fell asleep on his side.

The surroundings darkened little by little, and Cen Qinghui's body kept sinking, as if trapped in quicksand.

He frowned and groped around, only to find that he couldn't move, his eyes seemed to be covered with something, his mouth was sealed, and no matter how he shouted, he could only make two "woo hoo".

what happened?what happens?

The more Cen Qingxuan struggled, the more uncertain she felt.where is he?His wrist was so painful from being strangled by the rope!

A hand stretched out, first it pressed against Cen Qingyun's cheek, as if tasting fine porcelain, then the other hand turned his back, and his knuckles brushed against the tip of Cen Qingyun's nose.

"I've always wanted to be gentle with you."

The voice was gentle and calm, like an executive who was used to strong winds and waves, and Cen Qinghui was just a deer who fell into a trap and couldn't jump.

"You're tired of him, right? That's why you don't answer his calls or text messages. If he wants you to go east, you must go west. If he wants you to go to heaven, you must go to earth."

"Uh...uh..."

What's the matter?Was this kidnapped?He remembered that he was still playing with his mobile phone just now!

Who is that person talking across the street?Who is the "he" in the other party's mouth referring to?

Countless questions flooded into Cen Qinghui's brain, coupled with the fear of not being able to see anything, Cen Qinghui struggled desperately.

"You have two choices now - you can choose me. I promise to treat you gently, you like to stay up late, I will not persuade you to go to bed early. If you want to learn to smoke, I can teach you personally. You want this I can satisfy you with all the extravagant things in the world. As long as you give up struggling and don't pursue any results and answers, I can let you live your life indulgently."

Grass!Young master, is it lucky to know a big brother like you in this life?

You're raising me like this for no reason?Are you being nice to me or are you trying to support me?

Such a big pie fell from the sky, be careful to be smashed into a brain damage!

"You can choose him too. He hides his purpose with indifference and paranoia with indifference. He is worse than me-he wants to control you, from behavior to thought. You are gone, he must be looking for you like crazy now The world is so big, it's easy to hide a person." The other party leaned into Cen Qingyi's ear.

That breath passed by Cen Qingyi's ears, it was a kind of gloom that was completely opposite to the voice of the other party, withered and decayed in the airless darkness.

But I don't know why, when Cen Qinghui heard the phrase "he must be looking for you like crazy now", all the fear in his heart disappeared, as if that "he" was the truth and answer he had been pursuing.

The man opposite put a car key into Cen Qinghui's left hand, and put another thing that looked like a folded paper, maybe a paper crane or a star, into Cen Qinghui's right hand.

"Come with me, just choose my car keys. When he comes, you just hold on to that piece of paper."

Cen Qinghui let go of her left hand, and the car key fell to the ground with a "click".

There was a low laugh from the opposite side, depressed and disappointed.

"Sure enough, I shouldn't expect anything from you. You will always be a bad boy who doesn't know how to cherish."

There was a stabbing pain in Cen Qinghui's neck, and she gradually lost her strength and collapsed to the side, falling into the arms of the man.

The rope binding his wrists was untied, and he was picked up and put into a narrow space.

"This is my punishment for you. You will experience the fear of gradually losing your breath in the dark, uselessly asking for help, and despair. There is not as much sympathy between you and him as you imagined."

Then came the sound of the door closing.

The car shook, as if lifted into the air by a huge force.

Cen Qinghui's consciousness became more and more blurred. When he fell down with the car, his whole body trembled and he opened his eyes.

The light from the bedside lamp made him wake up gradually. He looked at the ceiling and smelled the fragrance of laundry detergent from the newly changed quilt cover.

He touched his phone and checked the time, it was 11:30.

God, was he dreaming just now?

He obviously fell asleep for only a few minutes, how could he have a dream?

Cen Qingxuan scratched her hair, and when she sat up, her heart beat a little faster.

He has been really bewitched recently, he always has some weird dreams.

He put on his slippers and planned to go to the kitchen to pour some water. He clenched his fist subconsciously, as if the feeling of the piece of paper was still in his hand.

He found that compared to the big villain who blindfolded himself in the dream, he was more attached to the things in his hands.

At this time, the sound of closing the door and changing slippers came from the living room. It was my mother who came back.

Cen Qinghui opened the door and went out, only to see a white flower in her mother's hand.

"Mom, it's ok - which little milk dog is trying to curry favor with you? Hurry up and take a picture and post it on Moments, so that my dad can be jealous." Cen Qinghui said with a smile.

Jiao Ting said angrily, "What nonsense! You are the only puppy I ever raised! I haven't seen you give me anything during the three festivals of the year."

Cen Qinghui walked over, "Then are you hungry? I'll cook something for you."

"What do you know? Instant noodles?"

"I can also boil eggs." Cen Qinghui replied.

"It's a good thing you didn't tell me that the boiled water you boiled is very fragrant."

Jiao Ting casually placed the flower on the table, and Cen Qinghui picked it up curiously, only to find that it was a rose made out of white paper, with layers of petals, meticulously imitating the The shape of a rose.

"Who is so ingenious?"

"I don't know. When I came back, I found it was on our door." Jiao Ting said.

"How could you bring back such an inexplicable thing! It seems that Dad hasn't given you flowers for a long time, and roses made of paper can make your heart move." Cen Qingmei half-jokingly said.

"Your skin is itchy, right? I originally wanted to throw it away, but after seeing how good it is, I wanted to ask you!" Jiao Ting walked up to Cen Qingyu with her arms folded, and looked at him with scrutiny.

"Ask me? What?"

"Did you fall in love early! Lost more than 20 catties and lied to a certain female classmate? Is this someone sending you a confession?" Jiao Ting looked a little serious.

"Mom! Are you okay! First of all, I am very grateful that you think highly of me! Just my weight of 150 pounds... Hey, wait, I'm thin now!" Cen Qinghui ran to the TV after finishing speaking Facing the black screen before looking in the mirror, he deliberately looked like a narcissus flower, "Maybe this is really a gift from a female classmate! Folding roses with paper is so romantic, it is very similar to those Things that elementary school girls can do! Mom, did you hide the cards written by others?"

Jiao Ting couldn't help rolling her eyes when she saw his deliberately frightened look.

"Come on! Without my and your dad's genes, no one will look at you even if you lose thirty pounds!"

"That's right! Why am I so handsome, thanks to my father, queen, and queen for giving me this nonsense mouth~"

Jiao Ting knew her son quite well. If Cen Qinghui really fell in love early, she would definitely hold her mobile phone 24 hours a day and get bored with girls.

Moreover, although the son looks out of tune, he still has a gentleman's little romance in his bones. If he really has feelings for a girl, he must buy flowers and small gifts to coax her even if he tightens his belt, instead of the girl taking the initiative Come and bring him flowers.

"Maybe it was delivered to the wrong floor." Jiao Ting felt sorry for it, "Or pin it back on the door tomorrow morning. Maybe the wrong person will come and take it away."

"That's unnecessary, I'll study it in my room." Cen Qingmei said with a smile.

"What are you doing the research for?"

"After learning how to fold, I will make a big handful in the future and use it to coax girls." Cen Qinghui said solemnly.

"I believe you are a ghost. You have always been the master who can't be put back after being dismantled."

Cen Qinghui returned to the bedroom with the paper rose. He really wanted to take it apart, after all, maybe he would find words written on it after taking it apart.

But when Cen Qingyun gently held it in his palm, the familiar feeling was like a previous dream.

It was obviously a nightmare, and he fell into the hands of a certain psychopath in the dream. He couldn't wait to forget it, but he was curious about the person who was looking for him all over the world, and... he didn't want to throw away the waste paper he was holding.

A ridiculous thought flashed through his mind. In his dream, what he held in his hand...could it also be a rose made of paper?