Pluto entangles marriage: this night is not too cold

His face was as clean as usual, and the abnormality didn't seem to have occurred at all, but I really saw the blood and tears dripping on the ground just now.

Subconsciously, he took a few steps back and leaned directly on the pillar to support his body that was about to fall to the ground.

There were so many things that happened that night, true and false, that it was hard for me to tell.

I don't know if it's because I moved too much, but Ronaldinho's sluggish eyes finally got focus, he tilted his head and grinned.

"Sister An, what's wrong with you?"

His tone was full of doubts, he looked like he really didn't know anything, but he was still holding on to the piece of paper that I just scribbled on. The ghost symbols were still there, but the color was much darker.

And the strange thing is that the position we were standing just now was not in the blind spot of the camera, but no one in the car control room came out to ask.

"Sister An? Your face is so pale. Are you feeling unwell? Why don't you go and have a rest? My grandma said that girls' pale faces are mostly due to physical weakness."

The word grandma once again made my hair stand on end. I subconsciously pushed away Xiao Luo's hand that wanted to help me, wrapped my coat around me, and finally found a trace of warmth.

"It's okay, I just feel a little dizzy all of a sudden, I'll just go and rest for a while."

"Oh, okay."

Seeing me pushing him away, Ronaldinho looked a bit disappointed, but the weird scene just now was still circling in my mind, making it impossible for me to communicate with him with a normal attitude.

In this way, in silence and uneasiness, I finally survived my first night shift.

When we went to the morning meeting in the morning, Song Chenguang, the station master on duty who came to take over the shift, was startled. While chatting with us about work, he kept teasing Sun Peng.

"Have you been abused on this platform at night? Look at the pale faces of these two people."

Sun Peng glanced at Xiao Luo and me, then looked down at the inspection records again, and couldn't help laughing: "There is no sports car this night, and you are still so tired, please explain to Brother Song, otherwise you will think I abused you!"

"That's right, you must have abused the little girl. Look at Anzhi's lips are turning purple."

The noise among colleagues made the station a little more angry, and my heart temporarily recovered.

When I changed clothes and walked out of the station, it was exactly eight o'clock, the sun was full of vigor, and also dispelled a lot of haze.

Just when Xiao Luo and I were about to separate and go home, Xiao Luo suddenly turned around and stopped me.

"Sister An, do you believe in retribution?"

Before I could answer, he shook his head helplessly: "Maybe I was thinking too much. I actually saw my grandma last night. She told me to save her."

That cold feeling surrounded me again, I stared fixedly at Ronaldinho's eyes, trying to find a trace of a joke in them.

But Ronaldinho gave me a weird smile, turned around and jumped on a bus.

I stood blankly on the side of the road, watching the bus disappear in my sight, because it is at the foot of Qibao Mountain, so it will appear on the street so early, either the residents of the old city, or come to offer incense Believers, the roads are not crowded.

There are even fewer private cars, and even if there are, they drive very slowly, and you can't hear any sound except for the wheels rubbing against the ground.

Because most of them are hearses, even in the daytime, the headlights will be on, flashing and flashing, illuminating the last road for the dead souls. Standing on the curb, I suddenly feel that everything in front of me is like this Strange, it seems that something has changed invisibly.

Because I could rest for two days after the night shift, I was not in a hurry to go home. I strolled slowly on the street alone, and even went to the famous bun shop in front of my house.

After a night of hot spicy soup, my stiff body finally warmed up a bit.

As soon as I walked out of the store, I saw my grandfather, standing in front of his shroud hall, talking with someone, his face was serious.

The figure seemed to be that of a woman, wrapped in a black robe with a white border, which almost touched the ground, and her face and hair were also wrapped by a silk scarf of the same style.

Falling down from the top, only a pair of hands were exposed, skinny like a dead person, gesticulating something stiffly there, but Grandpa's face was impatient, as if he was refusing. .

For grandpa, I have had an inexplicable fear since I was a child. Even if I live very close, I usually would not go to him.

This moment was no exception, just as he was about to run away, he heard that serious voice behind him.

"Anzhi, don't rush back, come to my place."