i was my mistake

"When are you in military training?"

"Cough...you can sing...can you remind others not to run into us?"

"Tch, your fear is written all over your face."

"How can you see my face from behind me..." Ye Chen joked, then was taken aback by himself for an instant, turned his head and glanced at Wan Qing subconsciously, as if to make sure that the person behind him hadn't been caught It's the same as ghosts being replaced.

Wan Qing helplessly patted her on the back: "You can't do it, why don't I think I'm so afraid of ghosts?"

"...Maybe, maybe it's because people are getting old, and their imagination is not so rich, right?"

"..."

Crossing the 'ghost shaking' concrete road, I finally saw the lights of the city ahead.

Although the lights of the rows of street lamps are somewhat dim, in Ye Chen's eyes at this time, they are the lights of civilization. Stepping here means that ghosts will not follow behind...

As the apartments got closer, the streets became busier and the streetlights denser.

The flashing neon lights on the buildings that I have been used to for a long time, in Ye Chen's eyes at this time, they are so kind.

The roadside is full of night stalls, and the roadside is crowded with pedestrians, which is very lively.

In fact, the time is not too late, after nine o'clock, it is the busiest time of the night market.

——In another hour, the place will almost be deserted.

The watermelon knife in the hand of the cake-cutting man made Ye Chen feel very safe.

"You said, when the ghosts walk at night, will those ghosts also set up stalls like this? Maybe it's quite lively." Wan Qing suddenly said.

"Huh? Hundred ghosts at night?" Zhao Jinyu hadn't followed her train of thought.

But Ye Chen pressed his lips hard, and shouted angrily: "Don't try to scare me, I'm not so easily scared!"

"Oh, is that right? Well, it must be me who was trembling just now?"

"Hey!"

"Is uncle still setting up a stall?" Zhao Jinyu helped them change the subject.

"Father? Uh... the stalls in front of the junior high school must be finished by now, but I don't know if they will come to the night market to continue."

"Go back and have a look and you'll know." Ye Chen curled his lips.

"It would be great if we were setting up a stall, and it would be nice to let Dad eat fried sausages." Wan Qing smacked her lips.

Ye Chen took a mouthful of saliva that seemed to have flowed out: "Stop talking, besides, I'm really hungry!"

"There is a stall selling iron plate tofu over there."

"Jinyu—" Ye Chen's voice seemed to be coquettish.

"Eat?"

"Ah...it's getting late."

"If you eat it, your stomach might become bloated, and you won't be able to sleep." Wan Qing has experience with this, "Anyway, I won't eat it."

"I want to eat..." Zhao Jinyu seemed to be tempted by the snacks, "Chen'er...do you want to eat? Buy a piece, and we can share it between the two of us. It shouldn't be too much, right?"

"Ah... it seems... okay?"

"Yeah!" So she pushed the cart and ran over excitedly, without asking the price, "Boss! Here's an iron plate tofu!"

"Okay, do you want it spicy?"

"I don't need it, what about Chen'er?"

"I don't need it either, it's not good to eat spicy food at night..." She scratched her chin and muttered softly, "It seems that the period is coming soon, so I can't eat things that taste too spicy..."

"Huh? Are you coming again?"

"what?"

"Then I seem to be fast too?"

"You don't even count..."

"Too lazy to count."

"..."

……

9. Jiang Xing Over the Wall

Yinjiang High School actually has more than one front door.

There is also a perennially locked back door.

Students who have completed three years of high school here probably have never seen it opened.

In fact, it was as if it had been forgotten and hadn't been opened for many years.

The chains on the iron door were already covered with red rust, as if they would be fragile if hit hard with a hammer.

The back door of the school is behind the playground, and there is even a long distance from the cafeteria.

This open space was originally covered with green floor tiles, but now it has long been broken into pieces, and weeds have emerged from the gaps and are growing vigorously.

Weeds are overgrown here, and no one will come here on weekdays. In fact, there is nothing outside the back door, only a large piece of farmland and the farmer's house located in the field.

In the last class this afternoon, all the teachers went to the meeting, so only the students were left to study by themselves in the classroom.

However, Wan Qing, the class monitor, was not in the classroom.

She pretended to go to the class teacher to get homework, but actually came to the back door of the school.

The setting sun had already slanted, and she stood in the sunlight shining through the iron gate, her shadow was long and long.

Of course, it's not because you have some leisure time to come over to see the scenery, or if you suddenly feel sad and come out to relax.

In fact, coming here is to wait for someone.

Finally, a figure sneakily appeared beside the wall. Although he hid behind the wall and did not come out, the long shadow had completely exposed him.

"Jiang Xing——what are you doing over the wall?"

"I'm stupid! I was scared to death...Why are you the monitor? I thought it was another teacher..."

"Yang Zeng said that you jumped over the wall and went out when the last class was over, so I came over to see what you were doing over the wall."

"How did you know I would come back from here..."

"Of course it was Yang Zeng who told me." Wan Qing rolled her eyes, "Did you go shopping?"

"Cough..." Jiang Xing coughed dryly, and handed a crimson plastic bag through the gap in the back door with some embarrassment.

Before he could say anything, Wan Qing took a look, then frowned slightly, and looked at him with a half-smile: "I didn't see it, Jiang Xing, you are a pervert?"

"What, what! This is what... uh... uh... there is a girl in our class who asked me to buy it for her."

"Why doesn't she ask someone to borrow it?"

"Probably because she's embarrassed? The main reason is that she doesn't talk much and doesn't have many friends. It's because she sits closer to me, so she is more familiar with me..."

"Really, she asked you to buy it for her? She's not shy asking a boy to buy it for her, but would she feel ashamed asking someone else to borrow it?"

"Ahem!! Well... I saw that she had been bleeding all afternoon, the chair was red, and she hadn't moved her position, so I thought... maybe it was embarrassing, after all, she usually doesn't talk to others of."

"Who?" Wan Qing quickly thought about the appearance of the girl sitting in front of Jiang Xing, but found that she had no impression.

"It's...it's Lu Jing."

A somewhat vague image of a girl appeared in Wan Qing's mind - she was not tall, with short hair that reached her ears, and seemed to always keep her head down, so she couldn't remember what she looked like.

Occasionally, I would see her name in the ranking of the class—it was always in the top ten or so.

Her name is also very common, which is the name that most girls of this era would use, such as Jingla, Lanya, Zhuya and the like.

So even though she was in Class [-] once in her third year of high school, Wan Qing hardly remembered her.

"No wonder Yang Zeng asked me to cover for you."

"Hey, this kid... mind your own business... Didn't the teachers all go to the meeting? You won't be arrested, right?"

"It's better to be careful, come in quickly." Wan Qing tied up the red plastic bag again, and urged, "Don't really get caught by the teacher then."

"I know, I know." Jiang Xing coughed dryly twice, spit into his hand, then rubbed it vigorously, then grabbed the gap of the iron door, climbed to the top in three or two moves, and then jumped again, He jumped down lightly.

Even though he was so big, he was as light as a monkey at this moment.

"Cough, monitor! Can you help me?"

"You won't give it yourself?"

"I'm a boy after all, wouldn't it be more embarrassing for her?" Jiang Xing scratched his head and said with a smirk, "It's good that I can help her, and I didn't go out to buy it just to get others to thank me. "

"You really ran out just to buy this?" Wan Qing looked at him suspiciously, "You didn't go out to buy cigarettes and lighters, did you?"

"No, I'm stupid, am I that kind of person? I usually don't climb over the wall, okay, I just go out to smoke two cigarettes when the time is long at noon... Ahem! Not very often!"

Wan Qing originally wanted to teach him a serious lesson, but she didn't hold back the expression on her face and couldn't help laughing out loud.

Because she remembered that she was also one of the members who climbed over the wall and went out to smoke.

Although the number of times was not many, he gave him the cigarettes every time he followed Jiang Xing. After three years of high school, he really smoked a lot of cigarettes.

I still remember that a few years after graduation, the two of them went for a walk near the school. When they passed by, they suddenly became cautious in their movements, as if they were afraid of being caught by the teacher.

But actually at that time...

The school is long gone, leaving only a pile of ruins that no one has taken over yet.

"Uh...what are you laughing at?" Jiang Xing scratched his head in doubt, and walked to Wan Qing's side. Compared with hers, his head was as high as a wall.

"Oh, nothing, do you have a cigarette?"

"No!" Jiang Xing immediately became vigilant.

"Ha, it's not fishing for law enforcement. What are you afraid of?"

"Cough, really, really not..."

Jiang Xing clutched his pocket tightly, Wan Qing gave him a sideways look, and didn't bother to ask.

In fact, for her, this best friend who used to have a good relationship is not so familiar with her.

It's just that at that moment just now, some feelings of the past rose again in my heart.

And that familiar feeling disappeared in his tense tone just now.

Now she is a girl named Wanqing.

There is an invisible wall between the two...

Stepping on the shadow dragged by the setting sun, the two returned to the classroom.

The classroom was somewhat noisy at the moment, but Class [-] and Class [-] next door were not too far behind. On the way here, I even saw two girls from Class [-] wrestling together, and a group of boys applauding.

In contrast, Class Five is just noisy, and the relationship is considered harmonious.

Jiang Xing coughed hard, hinting at Xia Wanqing, and returned to his seat on his own.

And she walked slowly to Lu Jing's side, and glanced at the blood oozing from her chair—she seemed to have wiped it with a napkin, but there were still some traces.

She was lowering her head, and she seemed to be writing her homework very seriously, but her face was almost pressed against the table, making one wonder if she could see clearly.

Wan Qing cleared her throat, and slowly put the crimson plastic bag on her desk.

Only then did the latter realize that someone was approaching, and slowly raised his head nervously.

It was a very ordinary girl's face.

Probably for the convenience of washing her hair, her hair was cut short, which made her face look a little big.

But actually it's a petite girl.

"Well, if you have something to do, ask someone else to help you. Don't hold back alone. Someone asked me to give you this."

"...Huh?" Lu Jing looked at the crimson plastic bag in a panic, hesitated for a moment, and carefully stretched out her hand to take it apart, her face flushed instantly.

"go quickly."