Phantom Skeleton Painting

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But for a moment of effort, the bean-sized raindrops smashed and cracked down. Ji Leshui and Lin Banxia pulled their legs and ran. When they reached the stairs, both of them fell into the shape of a soup chicken. Ji Leshui couldn't laugh or cry, saying that the boss was really powerful, even knowing that it was going to rain, but unfortunately the two still slipped a little slower, but within a few minutes, both of them were covered with water.

Lin Banxia sighed and said, "Go, just go back and take a shower."

After arriving home, Lin Banxia saw that the small cave was still sitting on the sofa, what they were like when they went out. The piggy page is still playing on the TV. It shakes its thin leg bones, watching with relish. Lin Banxia walked over and touched the smooth back of his head and said: "I have watched it for a day, don't you look tired?"

Xiao Cave shook his head, indicating that he was not tired at all.

Lin Banxia couldn't help smiling, always feeling like he had a little boy. He took the changed clothes and took a shower. When he came out, he heard the wind grow louder and he went to the balcony to check if the windows were tightly closed. The wind outside the window was weak, and the heavy rain swept the world. The thin glass seemed to be unable to hold it, and it creaked uncontrollably. Lin Banxia glanced downstairs, actually seeing Song Qingluo standing in the empty place downstairs, talking to people. The man opposite him was wearing a raincoat and didn't see his face clearly, but could vaguely feel that the atmosphere between the two was a bit bad.

Lin Banxia knew that Song Qingluo hated water, but he was soaked at this time, and he didn't mean to go to other places to avoid the rain. Lin Banxia looked a little worried, turned back to the house, grabbed an umbrella, and ran into the elevator.

After going downstairs, Lin Banxia rushed into the rain curtain with an umbrella, and soon found Song Qingluo, who was not far away, and a man standing opposite him.

"Nu." Knowing that the two of them were definitely talking about things, Lin Banxia didn't dare to say anything. He simply handed out the two umbrellas in his neat handle. Song Qingluo saw Lin Banxia slightly surprised, but still suffered. Lin Banxia kindly accepted the black umbrella. The person standing opposite Song Qingluo did not reach out, turned his head and looked at Lin Banxia, ​​"No, thank you."

"Shall we go in and say? The rain outside is so heavy--" Lin Banxia shouted.

"No, we have finished the talk." The humane, he finished, turned and disappeared into the rain curtain.

Song Qingluo looked at him standing still, his expression looked a little cold. He was soaked all over his body, his black hair was touching his cheeks, and his face was as pale as paper. The rain was too big, and raindrops were hanging on his lashes. He blinked and the raindrops fell. At first glance, it looked like a tear. But this gentle tear, and his indifferent expression, so out of place.

"Go back." Song Qingluo whispered softly.

Lin Banxia followed him, and the two entered the elevator one after the other. The atmosphere in the elevator was a little quiet. Lin Banxia was entangled in how to break the embarrassment, but Song Qingluo spoke first. He said: "The heresy of No. 47777 was out of control when the stress was released and three monitors died. "

Lin Banxia stunned: "Out of control?"

"Huh." Song Qingluo said.

Lin Banxia said: "Need you to pass?"

"Not for now." Song Qingluo said, "They are still trying other methods, if it fails, it will be very troublesome."

Lin Banxia Road: "What is No. 47777?"

Song Qingluo looked at Lin Banxia and said softly, "It's a dream."

Lin Banxia froze, revealing his doubts.

But Song Qingluo did not intend to explain in detail. Judging from his solemn expression, this thing seemed to be more troublesome than he said. I did not know whether it was because the previous injury was not complete, or it was rained. Song Qingluo came out At the elevator door, he staggered a step under his feet. Fortunately, Lin Banxia reached out and helped him: "Are you all right?"

Song Qingluo: "... It's fine."

He said it was okay, but it was not like it was okay at all. Lin Banxia felt that there was no temperature in his hands, and he was cold like a dead man. Lin Banxia pursed her lips and said, "Go back to take a bath first and change your wet clothes."

Song Qingluo nodded.

When Song Qingluo was taking a shower, Lin Banxia was waiting outside. He noticed that the small cave originally sitting on the sofa and watching TV jumped from the sofa, and did not look at the piggy page. Heading toward the bathroom, Song Qingluo seemed a little worried.

Lin Banxia touched his head and calmed his emotions.

Song Qingluo went in quickly, and came out quickly. He came out with a bath towel around his lower body. Lin Banxia saw his distinct abdominal muscles. The wound that fell in Russia last time was almost okay. , But you can still see a faint red line running through it. At first glance, it's a bit obtrusive. He rubbed his wet black hair, half-down eyes, walked to the sofa and sat down, turned his head, looked at the pouring rain outside the window, and sighed slightly inaudibly.

Lin Banxia handed the hair dryer to him.

"Is it serious?" Lin Banxia asked.

"Fortunately." Song Qingluo said.

Lin Banxia said: "That ... was the watcher just now? It looks so young." Now I want to think that the man's face is too young, and he is not tall. If you don't look carefully, you might think he is still a high school student .

"He has a long face." Song Qingluo was not spirited.

Lin Banxia saw that he was uncomfortable and didn't bother to bother him anymore. He raised his hand and turned off the TV. He took a blanket from the house and put it on him. He said, "Sleep for a while."

Song Qingluo said: "Hair is not yet dry." He didn't like water, and he didn't like wet hair, but he put his hands in his wet hair to blow dry, as if it was not comfortable, so he sat on the sofa. , Looked at the hair dryer in front of him, and didn't move for a while.

In this way, Lin Banxia laughed at him. In front of him, Song Qingluo has always been a pronoun of reliability. It seems that he will only show his childish side when he encounters water. Lin Banxia said: "Otherwise I'll blow you up?"

Song Qingluo looked up at him and agreed: "Okay." He turned his head over.

Lin Banxia walked to Song Qingluo, picked up the hair dryer and started to blow his hair. Song Qingluo's hair was slightly longer and felt smooth like silk. This is the first time Lin Banxia blows hair to others. He moves very carefully, fearing that he will hurt Song Qingluo.

Song Qingluo's expression relaxed, and his eyes closed slowly.

Lin Banxia blew halfway, and he heard Song Qingluo's breathing sound becoming more and more even, as if it was like falling asleep. He quickly quickened his movements, and after drying his remaining hair, carefully left the sofa.

Song Qingluo was leaning on the sofa, sleeping soundly.

Lin Banxia looked at his sleeping face, but suddenly remembered his sister. When his parents went early, he almost didn't have any concept of family, and it was impossible to enjoy the family's warmth. No matter how good the relationship is, there is no way to take the place of family members. Without a younger sister, Lin Banxia may not be able to live to this day. Those obscure memories are too torturous. He simply forgot to be clean, and even the appearance of his sister became blurred.

The night was getting deeper, but the rain didn't stop, but it didn't matter. The next day, the sun would rise as usual.

Although there is a small episode, Lin Banxia's return to his hometown still mentioned the itinerary according to the plan. He bought the ticket a few days in advance, and prepared the luggage again, and set off with Song Qingluo.

Perhaps it was the timidness of the near hometown. After getting on the train, Lin Banxia was a little nervous and fidgeted in position. The hometown is remote, there is no plane, only the train, they have to sit in the car for a day and night, and then transfer to the county bus.

Song Qingluo asked: "How long have you not been back?"

Lin Banxia said: "I didn't go back to college, and if I had to do a hard calculation, high school would hardly go home ..."

Song Qingluo sighed.

"My parents left in a car accident, there are no relatives at home, only one aunt," Lin Banxia told his story, "No way, they can only take my burden, in fact, I understand them At that time, no one was rich, and suddenly there was one more child, which was always a burden. "

Song Qingluo said: "They are not good to you?"

Lin Banxia smiled: "It's not too good. It's commonplace to beat and scold. I'm used to it." He reached out and grabbed his hair, showing a helpless look.

Song Qingluo's eyes stayed on Lin Banxia's hair. Before, he always thought that Lin Banxia had dyed his hair, but later asked him to find that Lin Banxia had not dyed his hair, but was born with hair. The color is lighter than ordinary people. In this case, Song Qingluo was only seen in some malnourished children, and his brows were wrinkled invisible.

Lin Banxia's attention was elsewhere, and he didn't notice the change in Song Qingluo's expression. He continued to say the previous thing: "Actually, the memory at that time was not clear, but I felt hungry." He rubbed Rubbing his belly, he smiled and said, "The children of that age were all greedy, so they didn't have enough to eat."

Song Qingluo's lips did not speak.

"My aunt has a son, a daughter, and my daughter is my cousin." Lin Banxia said, "but at that time still family planning, so the daughter was simply sent to someone else's house to raise, wait until they are older, then recognize it, probably because Well, they do n’t like my sister very much. "

Song Qingluo said: "What's your sister's name?"

Lin Banxia said: "It's called He Xiaohua."

Song Qingluo: "It's a lovely name."

Lin Banxia didn't smile: "They said that the cheap name is good to feed ... just pick one." He put down his phone and yawned, "I'm a little sleepy, go to sleep first."

Song Qingluo said yes.

Late at night, the train's clanging sound did not stop, Lin Banxia had a dream, dreaming that he returned to his hometown in memory. In my hometown, there are all kinds of trails, and lush flowers grow on the paddy fields. He led a girl with unclear face and walked up and down in front. Someone behind him suddenly called his name. When he turned his head, he only saw a black shadow. The black shadow slowly reached his In front of him, he was about to ask who you were, but he saw his hands stretched out in the black shadow and pushed him hard.

He was staggering under his feet, and his body was slanted and he was about to fall off the paddy field next to him. The sister he was holding was trying to reach out to hold him. He was too late to find it, but found that his hand became bare bones.

"Ah !!!" Suddenly waking up from the dream, Lin Banxia saw Song Qingluo's face close to him. He gasped heavily, his face covered with cold sweat, and even the body shuddered involuntarily.

Song Qingluo asked, "Are you all right?"

"No, nothing." Lin Banxia raised his hand and wiped his face.

"Did you dream of something terrible?" Song Qingluo asked.

Lin Banxia said: "... um."

Song Qingluo was silent for a moment and suddenly said, "Do you remember the kind of perfume you smelled when we first met?"

Lin Banxia said: "Perfume? Is it the one he brought with Li Su when he first met?"

"Well," Song Qingluo said, "that perfume is also a heresy."

Lin Banxia was stunned for a moment, didn't understand what Song Qingluo suddenly said about perfume.

Song Qingluo said: "It's function is to remind you of the most beautiful change in memory ..." He said slowly and very lightly, "but at the time, your reaction seemed to be a bit wrong. Did you remember anything at that time? "

The most beautiful change? Lin Banxia thought that although he couldn't remember what he remembered when he smelled the perfume, he still had the impression that it seemed not a pleasant experience. But since it was not a pleasant experience, why did he think it was the best change in his life? What do you think it is wrong logic? !

Lin Banxia couldn't figure it out: "I don't remember, but the most beautiful change should also be beautiful?"

Song Qingluo said: "Normally."

Lin Pinxia: "Normally?"

Song Qingluo said: "There are some exceptions."

Lin Banxia laughed bitterly, thinking that he was these exceptions. When he thought of the pictures in the dream, the uneasiness in his heart grew stronger. Song Qingluo noticed Lin Banxia's uneasiness and said softly: "It's alright, I'm here."

Lin Banxia raised his eyes, just in front of Song Qingluo's black eyes.

"Thank you." Lin Banxia heard his voice, a little dry, "Thank you for coming back with me." Thinking carefully, Song Qingluo can only be regarded as a good friend with him, but I don't know why he is willing to stay with him. Return to your hometown far away.

Song Qingluo said: "Don't think too much, go to sleep."

Lin Banxia nodded and slept sideways.

The day and night on the train finally passed through, and the surrounding scenery gradually changed, from the vast plains to the rolling mountains, the dense forest is endless, and in the morning and evening, you can see floating in The dense fog above the mountain.

As the train hissed, it stopped on the tracks.

Song Qingluo carried the luggage and got off with Lin Banxia. After walking out of the station, he saw the small city in Lin Banxia's description.

Over the past few years, this small city has also undergone great changes. Most of the low-rise bobbin buildings have been transformed into tall buildings, and the greening has also been done well. From the county seat to Lin Banxia's home, he had to take a bus for more than an hour. Lin Banxia went to the nearby station to buy a ticket.

"The change is quite big," Lin Banxia sighed. "These places used to be factories, but now they have changed."

"Where did you study before?" Song Qingluo asked.

"In a small school in our county." Lin Banxia said, "At that time, my grades were good, the class teacher helped me apply for the scholarship bonus, and sometimes I worked part-time in a nearby small shop on weekdays. Okay."

Song Qingluo said: "Now that school is still there?"

"Here." Lin Banxia said, "My sister should go to school there." He looked at the surrounding scenery, his expression was confused. In just a few years, the changes around this area were too great, only from some subtle The place can only see what it was like.

The bus runs every 20 minutes. If it is full of people in advance, you can go straight. But now everyone's conditions are getting better and better, and there are more people with cars, so there are not too many people taking the bus. After Lin Banxia got on the bus, he chose the window position and sat down. Song Qingluo was beside, looking around with interest. Today is Friday afternoon, the school is on holiday, and a lot of students have come in the car one after another. The students are wearing blue and white school uniforms, and they all look like a youthful look. It's just that Lin Banxia and Song Qingluo and the simple style around them are really out of place, especially Song Qingluo, although the expressionless handsome face doesn't seem to feel how to get along, there are still a lot of little girls quietly He cast his gaze towards him, even whispering softly.

Song Qingluo didn't change his face, apparently he was used to the special care of others around him, but Lin Banxia was somewhat timid in his hometown, and he was restless in his seat. Song Qingluo didn't ask him what was wrong. Sugar, handed to Lin Pinxia.

Lin Banxia ripped open the sugar paper and stuffed it into his mouth, suddenly crying and laughing, saying: "How can sugar also taste cola."

Song Qingluo didn't think something was wrong: "Did it taste bad?"

Lin Banxia said: "It's delicious ... but why do you like Coke so much?"

Song Qingluo said he did not know.

Lin Banxia contained candy, and after seeing that the ticket seller got some people on the train, he asked them to fasten their seat belts, and then the driver departed. Because there were so many students and the bus was noisy, Song Qingluo casually asked, "How long will it take to get there?"

"It used to be four hours." Lin Banxia said, "I don't know if the road is being repaired now."

"Where are you going?" As soon as Lin Banxia's words came out, a young voice came out. Song Qingluo turned his head and saw a little girl with a ponytail. The almost goose egg face, all the hair was wiped behind her head, and it looked rounder. She held her head curiously, looking at Lin Banxia and Song Qingluo, and sitting behind him with a timid companion, seemed surprised that she dared Talking to a strange man, reaching for her sleeve.

The outgoing little girl just didn't feel it and continued to ask: "Where are you going?"

Lin Banxia Road: "Go to Dian Gupo ... Did you build the road over there?"

"Fixed, the road was repaired a few years ago," said the little girl. "You are the people here?"

Lin Banxia nodded and said, "Is the school and hospital still in town?"

At that time, Dian Gupo had a junior high school and a hospital, but because of the remote location, the facilities were very simple.

"Hospital and school?" The little girl touched her slick, smooth head. "The school is gone, and the hospital has changed places. How many years have you not come back?"

Lin Banxia smiled bitterly: "It's been a few years ..."

The little girl said, "There is no one in the school, it has long been deserted. If the hospital is, it is at the entrance of the town. You get off the car and walk a few steps." She looked at Lin Banxia and Song Qingluo curiously, "You The two came back to visit relatives? "

Lin Banxia responded vaguely, and Song Qingluo looked at him, and found that Lin Banxia's fingers on his knees were twisted involuntarily, and the blood on his fingers was hanged, as if from the moment he returned here. From now on, Lin Banxia became uncomfortable.

The little girl didn't notice the difference in Lin Banxia, ​​and was still excited to introduce what she knew, saying that the town is now rich, the house has been completely renovated, it is no different from the city, and a large park has been repaired ... …

Lin Banxia was still listening in the front, and he was a little distracted in the back. He did n’t come back until he was gently patted by Song Qingluo. He asked, "You said the high school in the town is gone? When did you not?" "

"A few years ago." The little girl said.

"What about the students inside?" Lin Banxia originally remembered that his sister was a high school in the town, but at this time someone told him that he would not do it.

"I don't know, maybe I have come to the city," said the little girl. "Aren't you comfortable? Why is your face so bad?"

Song Qingluo said softly: "He is a little tired, let him rest first."

When the little girl heard it, she obediently stopped.

Lin Banxia was indeed a little uncomfortable. He only felt tired when he was a little bit hard. He crunched the coke candy in his mouth into pieces and swallowed his throat in a panic. Song Qingluo saw that his face was wrong, and reached out his hand to touch his forehead. Who would have thought it was cold, even cold sweat.

"Are you all right?" Song Qingluo whispered.

"It's okay, I'm okay." Lin Banxia said. "I ... it's okay." He clutched the bag in his hand and forced himself to calm down. "It's just a little cold."

Song Qingluo looked up at the air conditioner above them and was sure it was turned off.

"Alas." Lin Banxia said, "It may be that I haven't come back in a long time, be nervous." He lowered his eyes and looked depressed and sad. "I haven't graved my parents for years, just because I don't want to come back."

Song Qingluo said: "Are you afraid?"

"I don't know." Lin Banxia said, "It stands to reason that even if my aunt and uncle treated me badly, I shouldn't have reacted like this ..." He leaned on the seat and was a little confused.

Song Qingluo did not console Lin Banxia, ​​but just extended his hand and pressed it gently on his forehead. The warm palms brought Lin Banxia's body a steady stream of heat, letting the bone-chilling chill fade away Quite a lot.

The bus started and drove towards the town.

Three hours later, the bus finally reached its destination and stopped at the station in the town. Lin Banxia took the luggage and got out of the car with Song Qingluo. The little girl who just talked to them just got off here, and Lin Banxia asked by the way how to get there.

"Just next to it." The little girl pointed. "There, did you see it? Just there."

Lin Banxia looked up and saw a white building. Indeed, as the little girl said, but in a few years, the changes in the town are really great. The dilapidated buildings in his memory all became towering towers, and the muddy underground roads were also built into wide avenues. The whole town reveals a strange smell, almost the same as Lin Banxia's hometown in memory.

According to what the uncle said on the phone, his aunt should be in the hospital in the town now. As long as he took out his mobile phone and made a call, he would get the answer.

But the phone was in his hand, but Lin Banxia was hesitant. Song Qingluo waited for a while and suddenly said, "Come on?"

Lin Banxia hesitated for a moment, but still handed out the phone.

Song Qingluo directly pressed the number, Lin Banxia said: "Do you remember the phone?"

Song Qingluo said: "The last time your uncle called you, I wrote it down."

Lin Banxia felt that she should say something, but when it came to her lips, it became a cry.

The phone was quickly connected, and his uncle's accent voice passed from there. He thought it was Lin Banxia. With a complaint in his mouth, Song Qingluo didn't understand very much and directly interrupted his words: "I'm Lin Banxia's friend, which building are you in the hospital now? We've arrived in the town, and we'll be here soon."

Probably because his tone didn't sound too friendly, his uncle stopped immediately and said, "Three buildings 6-8, you really ... are you back?" Somehow, he became very careful just now.

"Well, see you later." Song Qingluo hung up the phone.

"Go." Song Qingluo re-handed the phone to Lin Banxia.

Lin Banxia nodded, and the two went in the direction of the hospital.

The hospital in the town is relatively small, and the in-patient department has only one building, and the time has come in the afternoon. The elevator ascended slowly and quickly reached the sixth floor. Song Qingluo walked in front and saw 6-8 with open doors. At this time, the door of 6-8 was open, and Song Qingluo walked to the door, where he saw two middle-aged men, a woman and a woman. The woman was lying on the bed, and it did n’t look very good. The man was sitting next to him, holding a box of lunch boxes in her hands and digging into her mouth.

Lin Banxia's footsteps about to go in, just stopped at the door.

Calculating carefully, he and his uncle and aunt have been missing for almost ten years. Once again, when they saw their faces, there was no fluctuation in their hearts. It was like seeing a stranger. He thought he would be sad, but he didn't have any extra emotions.

Uncle saw that Song Qingluo, who had come in first, was also stunned. He didn't relax until he noticed Lin Banxia behind Song Qingluo. He called Lin Banxia aloud and waved at him to signal him to come in and sit. Full of false and exaggerated smiles. He even wanted to help Lin Banxia to get his luggage, but Song Qingluo stretched out his hand and stopped his movement: "No need."

My uncle looked at Song Qingluo and wanted to say something, but it was probably that Song Qingluo was too impressed to be a stranger. Finally, he narrowed his neck and said in a small voice: "Okay, okay, sit down , You sit. "

Lin Banxia sat down next to her and saw her dying aunt on the hospital bed. It seemed that her condition was indeed bad. He said, "Aunt ... what's sick?"

"Brain hemorrhage, suddenly fell." Uncle said, "It was difficult to rescue in the hospital, and he was paralyzed. The doctor said he still needs to observe." He rubbed his hands and smiled, "I haven't seen you for so many years, you are long. So much older ... "

Lin Banxia glanced at him, and murmured softly.

"Have you eaten?" Uncle said, "If you don't eat, ask my boy to bring some."

"No," Lin Banxia said, "not hungry."

"Okay." My uncle said, "How are you doing? When I was young, I remembered that you were not thin enough, just eat ..." He said this, he suddenly stopped talking, obviously thinking of something.

There was no expression on Lin Banxia's face, but there was almost indifferent calm. He said lightly: "Yes, when I was a child, I was always greedy and always not full."