I scanned my surroundings. The house was still the house, my brother was still my brother, and I was still me.
It turned out to be a dream. I often let out a breath and my heart fell back into my stomach.
"Brother, did you dream that you were strangled by a ghost? I saw you crying so hard.”
I always thought that my brother was the reincarnation of an evil spirit. He loved to watch others fight or fight himself. He was as mischievous as a lynx beast. There was nothing he didn't dare to do. When he grew up, I suspected that he would be a bastard who did all kinds of evil.
"Go away, you're the one who was strangled by a ghost!”
"Then why are you crying? She cried like an old lady and woke me up.”After the younger brother finished speaking, he fell back onto the brick bed and went back to sleep.
Was this a dream? I was shocked to see the open window. I remembered clearly that I had closed the window tightly before I went to bed. His younger brother definitely couldn't open it because he was too small to reach the latch on the window.
I went to the window and looked out. I looked outside with the help of the morning light.
There are some late autumn vegetables planted in my yard. I can clearly see that those vegetables have been trampled on.
I looked at the wall again.
The walls here were all made of stone. The top of the wall was made of mud, and there were some thorny branches and glass shards on it. It was mainly to prevent people from stealing things from the top of the wall. However, a lot of the branches and mud on the wall had fallen off. There was even a place where the stone under the mud was exposed.
This meant that something had indeed passed by the wall last night, and it was not just one or two.
I was confused. Was last night's experience reality or a dream?
There was a writer who said that reality and dreams were like day and night. Sometimes, you were in reality but felt like you were in a dream, and sometimes, you were clearly in a dream but you were in reality.
When I first saw this, I immediately gave up on this book. A book written by a psychopath wasn't worth my time, but now I couldn't tell reality from dreams.
For a few days, I felt like I was living between reality and a dream. Sometimes, I couldn't tell if I was awake or living in a daze.
I think I'm going to become a lunatic.
It was strange. During the past few days when I couldn't tell the difference between dream and reality, nothing happened around me. It was so peaceful that it made me puzzled.
Today is Meng Jiao's birthday. When I went to school in the morning, I told my mother that I wouldn't be coming back tonight. My classmate invited me to celebrate his birthday.
Of course, I didn't tell her that she was a female classmate. My mother was an open-minded mother, but she would never be open-minded enough to allow me, a sixteen-year-old, to have a partner. Although it was common for people in the countryside to get married early, that was only for people who didn't go to school.
My mother also hoped that I would bring glory to my ancestors in Tsinghua University and Peking University. How could she allow me to think about men and women now?
Not only did my open-minded mother not stop me, but she even gave me 50 yuan. She said that it was not good to be empty-handed for a classmate's birthday celebration. It was necessary to buy some gifts.
I accepted the money, but it doesn't mean that I want to buy a gift because Meng Jiao has already prepared a gift for me.
Ever since we held hands that day, I felt that our relationship seemed to have become a little subtle. It seemed to have transcended the pure relationship between classmates.
After school in the afternoon, Meng Jiao's father, the middle-aged man who gave me the impression of being arrogant, sent a business car to pull the classmates who were invited by Meng Jiao to her house.
Meng Jiao's house was located in a three-story villa in the center of the town. Not far from his house, there was a hotel called Imperial on the wide road in the center of the town. It was also a product of her family.
Meng Jiao's birthday was held in this hotel.
There were a total of four boys invited. Other than me, there were a few classmates who lived in the town. The rest were all girls.
The birthday celebration was very lively. First, Meng Jiao's parents gave a speech. After a round of flowery words, it entered the banquet stage with applause.
The adults sat at a table. They could have wine and glowing-in-the-dark glasses, while we could only drink.
I was a little embarrassed by the delicacies. I didn't even know how to eat some of the dishes.
On my right is Meng Jiao. Tonight, she's acting as a teacher and teaching me how to eat.
The banquet lasted for more than an hour and ended with everyone's laughter.
The following ceremony was to sing the birthday song, cut the cake, make a wish, and blow out the candles.
This process took more than an hour, and it was already past nine o'clock at night when the entire ceremony ended.
A certain karaoke hall in the Imperial Hotel was filled with ghostly wails and howls. Zhang Han from our class went up and sang, and it came true to a sentence in Song Dandan's skit: Others needed money to sing, but his singing cost him his life!
However, this fellow was also a mic hog. He held the microphone tightly and did not let go. He completely ignored everyone's feelings and made noise one song after another.
If this fellow entered the Ghost Voice Circle, he would definitely be a flag-like figure.
We covered our ears like rabbits shivering in front of a lion, and looked at the figure on the stage with fear.
I was very afraid that this guy would summon a ghost. I already had enough trouble on my body. If he interfered again, would I still be able to live?
The other two boys and I exchanged a few sneaky glances before rushing forward.
Therefore, Zhang Han was silenced. The condition we gave him was that he could eat, drink, and go to the bathroom, but he was not allowed to speak.
Zhang Han couldn't take it anymore." This is fascist behavior. It's fine if you don't let me sing, but why can't you even let me speak?"”
I said,"After the baptism of your singing, we are now allergic to your voice!”
I also sang a song. It was a song called Dream Back to Yunnan. Unexpectedly, I received everyone's applause. Meng Jiao rushed up excitedly to sing with me.
Amidst the jeers of our classmates, we sang a song,"Intimate Lovers."
The lights in the karaoke room could only be described as dim, but Meng Jiao's eyes were sparkling. The way she looked at me was like a clear spring.
We sang until midnight. We came out of the karaoke room and went to the internet cafe to play games for more than two hours. When we came out of the internet cafe and walked back, it was already past two o'clock in the middle of the night.
The distance from the internet cafe to Meng Jiao's villa was nearly 400 meters. We laughed and laughed as we walked back.
There was a person standing like a statue under an extinguished street lamp.
We left our complaints on him.
"Why is this person standing here in the middle of the night?”The person who asked was a girl. As she spoke, she leaned closer to Zhang Han to show her shyness.
Although Zhang Han was singing four notes short, he still spoke with great vigor."My balls are hurting!"
The other girls giggled and called Zhang Han a hooligan.
Zhang Han was depressed again." I just said that my balls hurt, and you guys called me a hooligan. I know you guys don't have balls, but you can't be jealous of me!"”
As a result, Zhang Han's body was instantly left with several traces of the Nine Yin White Bone Claw. Fortunately, their martial arts were taught by their master's wife. If they were Mei Chaofeng's direct disciples, Zhang Han would have been reduced to a skeleton by now.# Daguan Review Passed: Daguan Time:021420196:27PM
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