C22 Midnight Ghost

"No, Yukun, wake up. All of this is in the past. We have to face up to reality. We have to face the past and the future bravely …" Shi Liang still hadn't left. In this lonely hospital, Shi Liang and Zhao Mengxuan had been accompanying me and talking.

"Don't be like this, Sirius. Don't cry. We both don't cry. It looks like something has happened. I think you're very weak too. Do you remember Ai Zheng?" Ai Zheng, how is he now? " I looked at Sirius, and I saw his tears running down his cheeks, and I felt that he was weak, and I wanted to despise his weakness, so I smiled to show my strength, and I felt that I was smiling so brilliantly, so confidently.

"Ai Zheng is good, he's good, he's strong, he's already set foot on the path of a solo entrepreneur. I think if he uses his own knowledge and relies on his own strength, he will be able to create a new career. But who knows how tough he is?"

"I knew he was strong. I wanted to see him, but my mother wouldn't let me. Do you know how depressing it is for me to be here? It's been a long time since you've come to see me. "

"Ai Zheng will come to see you as well. When we talk about you, he becomes anxious …" "He will come to see you …"

"Tell Ai Zheng not to worry about me. If you see him, tell him I'm really good. You're a good friend of mine, Sirius, a rare friend... Ai Zheng is a pure person, once I almost misunderstood him … "

"I know all that is over. Why mention it again?" Sirius said.

Since our meeting in the forest, our relationship had been even more extraordinary. Every day, every time I think of Zhu Tong heart, her gentleness and beauty deeply attracted me.

But we still agreed not to see each other again for a while, partly because meeting too much would certainly affect our studies, and partly because we didn't want our parents to know yet. As the competition for the research examination is getting more and more intense, the study is also getting more and more intense. But there are exceptions. The graduation season is here, and many of our classmates are playing around, or busily applying for resumes to look for a job. However, we, the students who are preparing for the college entrance exam, are even busier …

This learning atmosphere also reminded me of my high school graduation season. In the spring of that year, Tongxin and I were in the same class, and the studying atmosphere was really tense as if we were facing a world war. However, there was also a group of classmates who were playing around and didn't have the mood to study at all. Who had ever said: The graduation season, the graduation season, there were people who were relaxed and anxious!

It was three or nine years in the dead of winter, during those decades-long years of study. At that time, he thought that as long as he could survive that last moment, it might be the best time for the blooming of flowers in the spring. Every day is important to us in order to get a good grade.

But in those years that seemed like the burning of a beacon, in this medieval darkness of abstinence, there was still someone who was secretly meeting someone in the dark of a certain night. It was even called the 'decompression movement'.

It was the graduation season again! I never thought, in my mind, fate has not completely changed, perhaps people's satisfaction, happiness really has nothing to do with school and wealth, but what is it? Who would have an accurate answer?

They rented a house outside and started a life together with Zhu Tong. To be honest, I was really envious of them, but even so, I was still a little envious of them, and our hearts remained reserved. Even though it was our first kiss, but at the start of our love life, it was just a whistle, and in the future, we would still need endless effort and acceleration …

However, one night, I suddenly realized that Ai Zheng was even more radical than I was. This made me excited …

It was around eleven o'clock that night, and it was still very cold in the early spring of the north, when I finished the classes I had planned for the next few days. It was very late at night. I felt a bone-piercing cold as I rode my bicycle. The street lights were still dim, and there were no pedestrians on the streets. I hurriedly rode the bicycle. There was still a slight tension in my heart as I looked around from time to time.

Actually, my courage is quite small, even in this street with lights, walking alone will have a bit of unease. Strangely enough, I wasn't particularly afraid today. Because in my heart still think Zhu Tong heart: If she can walk with me in this lonely street, how good it would be...

Her red sweater and white neck, warm as the summer sun and the white clouds, wrapped around my heart. My heart was lit up in an instant, and I felt my longing, like a firework, ignited by a spark of light. In a flash, the brilliant firework soared into the night sky, radiating bright rays of light in the dark …

The light was gone for a moment, then lit up again, but this time it was the sun in the woodland, the little orchids in the snow, the budding branches, the yellow grass.

The bicycle rolled on the ground, emitting hurried breaths. The dim yellow light seemed as if it was dead silent … Suddenly, I saw a figure flash past the corner of the wall. The light from the intersection was shining on his body. I could clearly see that I was not mistaken, but my heart was very puzzled. Why was he here at ten minutes past midnight? I couldn't help but stop the car for a moment and watch the figure...

He was hurrying towards the alley, his steps hurried, as if he had some urgent matter to settle. Curiosity and concern made me follow him from a distance, I wanted to know what secrets he had to resolve in this dark night.

I got out of the car and pushed gently. My hands ached from the night wind, and my eyes were tired. I felt dizzy as I looked at the dark figure in the distance. However, he did not go too far. He turned another corner and entered a courtyard. I saw him turn around, so I quickly got on my bike and rushed over …

This was an ordinary courtyard. It seemed like a courtyard with four floors. The main and side rooms had two floors. Although it was already midnight, the yard was still lit. However, the walls of the corridor were gray, as if they were surrounded by a thick layer of dust that did not match the bright lights. I stood at the entrance to the courtyard. When I raised my head, I saw that the figure had appeared on the second floor. I didn't know what was going on, but I couldn't control my curiosity.

This small building was simply too ordinary. It was made of pure brick and the decorations were simple, the windows were old-fashioned and full of dust. I timidly observed everything here, and an obscure thought and an indecent atmosphere enveloped my heart.

Suddenly, a weak, urgent moan entered my mind. It was so soft, weak, and suppressed … Curious, I turned abruptly and walked to the small window, which was emitting a faint sound. I tried to look in through the window, but the window was covered in paper and I couldn't see anything.

"Don't move, just hang in there for a while. It'll be fine soon," a familiar voice said. Not bad, it was Ai Zheng. It really was him. Our long friendship and concern made my blood boil with anger, and I immediately pushed open the small wooden door.

An obscure stench of corruption immediately rushed into my face and rushed into my windpipe. I couldn't help but cough. But the smell was so strong that it rushed into my esophagus, and I almost vomited …

I stood there, cold, in the doorway, and for a moment I felt my image grow larger, in the shadows of the lights, spreading out into the darkness of the void outside the window. My brow was in focus as it burned vigorously on Ai Zheng's body. He was half-crouching by the bed when he saw me rush in. In his panic, he was at a loss.

He turned his head and looked at me powerlessly. I felt that my image was a powerful pressure bearing down on him. His actions were so stiff, as if he had been frozen stiff … At this point, I feel we are so unfamiliar, I don't know what he is doing indecent thing...

"Yu Kun, you … "Why are you here...?" There seemed to be countless pleas and grievances in his language. He was begging for my forgiveness. He must have felt wronged. Desire might be something inherent, or it might be indisputable.

"You … This place is so dirty. How could you come here? " My voice was full of reproach and scorn, but either anger or indignation did not dispute it. My tall figure continued to spread, to the point where this small space seemed so insignificant. I looked around.

It was a small room, about ten square meters. Near the wall was a table with nothing on it but a handful of blue flowers, stuck in a potbellied vase so similar to the flowers in the woodland that they were almost withered now. But its bright colors were so dazzling and beautiful under the incandescent light, that they reminded me of those romantic days in the woods. I feel a bit of an unexpected pleasure...