All Girlfriends Are Ghosts

Yang Xuming has heard a folklore, although in his opinion it is a more feudal superstition.

That is, if you encounter a snake blocking the road while driving, if the snake does not go in the middle of the road, you cannot continue forward and you must turn around and go back.

Otherwise, bad things will happen.

In the past, Yang Xuming didn't care about this kind of folklore, after all, he didn't need to drive.

But at this moment, when he was about to enter the Xuanshan Group, a snake that shouldn't have appeared in the early winter unexpectedly appeared in the early morning mist?

Snakes in this season should all go to hibernation, right?

Why would you stay in the middle of the road and stop walking?

Yang Xuming sat in the car, frowning at the snake on the road outside, and did not move.

The snake still had no thought of moving its body, it seemed that it was going to hibernate in the middle of this road.

The confrontation between the two sides lasted ten seconds.

In the mist in the distance, a figure walked over from the village entrance of the Xuanshan Group.

"Is this classmate Yang?"

The other party's dialect accent is slightly strong, but Yang Xuming can barely hear it.

This is Wang Ling's father.

As the distance approached, Yang Xuming could see the other side clearly.

It is about six feet tall, not tall, and looks a bit dark and thin, wearing a plain gray cotton coat, and his face is the brown skin that a weather-beaten farmer would have.

There are wrinkles in the corners of his eyes, and he seems to laugh a lot. He is very optimistic and cheerful about life.

Yang Xuming lowered the car window and heard the other party's voice.

"This is Wang Ling's father, why did you stop, Student Yang?"

The other party came over, a little curious, "Broken car?"

Seeing Wang Ling's father standing by the car, Yang Xuming hesitated for a few seconds and said, "Did you see Uncle Wang?"

Wang Ling's father was a little surprised, "What do you see?"

"See the snake on the road...huh?" Yang Xuming looked forward and was surprised to see that the middle of the road was empty.

The snake that was originally there has disappeared without any trace.

As if it had never appeared before.

Obviously, when Wang Ling's father passed by, the snake was still curled up there.

In the end, I just looked away for a second, and the snake is gone?

Yang Xuming frowned, then shook his head under the confused gaze of Wang Ling's father, and said, "It's nothing, I'm afraid I didn't know the way I went wrong, so I wait for Uncle Wang."

Wang Ling's father showed a hearty smile, "It's okay, I'll go ahead, you can follow me. Just drive a few steps forward."

With that, Wang Ling's father ran to the village, leaving only the back of Yang Xuming.

Yang Xuming drove the car slowly, and followed Wang Ling's father into the Xuanshan group.

After passing the place where the snake was curled up just now, Yang Xuming's gaze paused a little.

He looked in the rearview mirror.

However, there was only an empty concrete road in the rearview mirror, and no traces of snakes were seen.

It seems that everything just now is just his illusion.

But the illusion... is it really an illusion?

Yang Xuming did not speak, and continued to drive forward, and soon saw Wang Ling's father standing in front of one of the private houses.

Under Wang Ling's father's instructions, he parked the car at the door of Wang Ling's house.

It can be seen that Wang Ling's father was a little more cautious about his classmate who drove a luxury car to see Wang Ling.

Although he may not recognize what the license plate is, the characteristic of most luxury cars is that even by looking at the appearance, they know that this car is not cheap.

Wang Ling's mother was a very enthusiastic rural woman. She was also dark-skinned and weather-beaten, but she smiled very comfortably.

There is also Wang Ling's grandmother at home, but the old man is a bit older. When Yang Xuming arrived, the old man was sitting by the fire.

Under the leadership of Wang Ling's father, Yang Xuming entered Wang Ling's room and finally met the classmate Gu Wen and the others said.

Adolescent young girls may not be so beautiful, but most of them are not ugly.

The girl lying quietly on the bed has her eyes closed and her hair unraveled, like a sleeping beauty.

Because there is no air conditioning, this room is slightly cold.

But Wang Ling's parents thoughtfully added warm blankets and bedding to their daughter's bed to prevent her daughter from being cold.

Because the quilt was so tightly pressed, Yang Xuming could only see the girl's exposed head and her body completely wrapped in the quilt.

Wang Ling's father was telling Yang Xuming about Wang Ling's situation and asked about the school's situation and why the two female classmates did not come together.

After chatting with Wang Ling's father in Wang Ling's bedroom, Yang Xuming asked about Wang Ling's current situation, including whether there was anything unusual about Wang Ling.

But Wang Ling's father said that everything was normal for his daughter, except that every time he woke up to eat something, go to the bathroom, at most, after sitting by the fire for a while, he would get too sleepy to go to bed again.

They chatted for a long time, and talked a lot about what happened before and after Wang Ling dropped out of school.

It wasn't until Wang Ling's mother had already prepared lunch and called them out for dinner, and the two stopped.

Faced with the warm hospitality of Wang Ling's parents, Yang Xuming did not postpone it, and directly sat down to have a meal with them.

But while eating, Yang Xuming found a strange place.

That is, Wang Ling's father didn't seem to like Wang Ling's grandmother, that is, his mother very much. He only talked to Yang Xuming when eating, and didn't look at his mother at all.

And when they were eating, the old man was curled up in a shadow in the most corner, eating silently, without interrupting, like a transparent person.

This situation brought Yang Xuming a little attention.

Halfway through the meal, he smiled and spoke to the old man.

"Old man, how old are you this year?"

Faced with Yang Xuming's initiative to speak, the old man seemed a little cramped.

"Eight... Eighty-two," the old man said nervously.

Yang Xuming nodded and said, "Eighty-two? The old man is in good health. Can he still work in the field now?"

Wang Ling's father sneered and did not speak.

But the contempt in the sneer was obvious.

Obviously, if it were not for Yang Xuming, an outsider, he would have ridiculed his mother.

The old man lowered his head in embarrassment, "No... I haven't worked on the ground for several years... His body is broken."

Yang Xuming nodded and didn't ask much.

After eating, he went out with Wang Ling's father and took out some small gifts prepared in the trunk of the car.

It's not a precious gift, just a few ordinary pieces of milk.

Although Wang Ling's father was postponed several times, Yang Xuming was very resolute and the other party couldn't say anything.

When moving things, Yang Xuming asked, "Does grandma often be away from home?"

Wang Ling's father nodded, "I came back two months ago. I have always been outside before. Even I don't know where I have gone..."

This sentence instantly made Yang Xuming's heart clear.