Jiang Ren went to wash his hands with cold water. Meng Ting stood by the door waiting for him. She always felt that there was something behind her, but she didn't dare turn around.

  Jiang Ren knew she was scared, he wiped his hands and came out to hold hers.

  "Want to see my old photos?"

  Meng nodded slightly.

  Jiang Ren pushed open his own room and took out a photo album from the drawer.

  Meng Ting also knew he had to do something to shift attention, so he flipped through it. He was quite curious about what Jiang Ren looked like in the past.

  "Was your hair always silver?"

  "What's wrong, not handsome?"

  The boy in the photo wore a military green uniform, but his silver hair made him stand out from the other boys wearing hats. He looked lazy, while others stood at attention, he had his hands in his pockets, probably often punished.

  She finally smiled and nodded: "Handsome."

  Jiang Ren was just teasing her, seeing that she really said he was handsome with sparkling eyes, he snorted: "Little cheat, thinking I don't know what's going on in my heart?"

  He started dyeing his hair from the first year of junior high school, and he was so cool that there were no girls in the class who didn't like him.

  Later on, after much difficulty, there was finally one who saw Wen Rui and liked him at first sight.

  He closed the album with a sigh.

  He lazily asked: "What do you think Wen Rui looks like?"

  Meng Ting naturally remembered Wen Rui's appearance. That night when she saw him, Wen Rui was wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses and looked refined. To be fair, he didn't look bad.

  Meng Ting thought for a moment and said honestly: "It's okay." However, she didn't like him. Just looking at his appearance made her feel uncomfortable.

  "Is he handsome or am I?"

  She couldn't help but laugh, her lips curving upwards: "Jiang Ren, I said it and you wouldn't believe me."

  "Speak."

  Handsome.

  He believes in ghosts. If he's handsome, why didn't anyone chase him in junior high? Wen Rui came to his school once and many little girls liked him. When they saw themselves, they were like quails.

  He irritably scratched his hair and didn't bother to pursue the matter anymore.

  "Seriously, it's almost eleven now, and school is far away. Let's just stay here for the night."

  Meng Ting had never stayed overnight at a boy's house, but Jiang Ren was her boyfriend. Although she felt a bit embarrassed, she nodded in agreement. She had watched horror movies and didn't dare to walk back home at night.

  Jiang Nian glanced at her.

  "I found a shirt in my closet for her: 'My old clothes, washed and dried, quite long, just make do.'"

  Then he handed her a new towel and toothbrush along with that bag of disposable underwear: "Use this first."

  Meng listened in confusion: "Just bought?"

  "Uh-huh."

  So he had already expected that she wouldn't be able to return to school today, right? Her cheeks flushed red, and Jiang Nian lightly chuckled: "Go take a bath, don't do anything else, there's a room next door."

  Although he is muddle-headed, what he says can often be done.

  But Meng listened to the sound of the faucet and thought of a horror movie plot again. One scene was that the male protagonist saw a female ghost with seven orifices bleeding from the mirror in the bathroom.

  "Kō no jiritsu."

  "Huh?"

  "Are you outside?"

  "In." Jiang took a deep breath and said in a hoarse voice, "Don't be afraid."

  He listened to the sound of water and muttered a curse under his breath.

  Meng Ting suppressed his fear and quickly finished washing up, including his hair. Jiang Nian was already quite tall in middle school, but not as sturdy as he is now. His white shirt was made of soft material, but it was also a bit see-through, so Meng Ting had to make do with wearing his own undershirt underneath. After buttoning it up and adjusting the collar, he finally opened the door.

  Jiang Ren leaned against the wall and turned his head to look at her.

  Sun!

  The shirt is indeed long, it can be as short as her skirt. The girl is delicate and small, with a face that has been steamed by the hot air for a while, looking tender and pink. The key is that she has breasts and buttocks.

  The waistline was empty, and the slender white legs were straight and long.

  Her proportions are good, perfect everywhere.

  Meng Ting raised her small porcelain face and said nervously: "Jiang Ren, I think..."

  He didn't let her finish speaking for the first time and silently walked into the bathroom. Bang! He slammed the door shut.

  On a summer night, it was just windy, and suddenly it started raining. He didn't speak, Meng listened with a nervous heart, she originally wanted to tell him that it seemed like it was raining outside.

  She was alone outside in the empty space, her heart was racing with fear.

  "Jiang Ren, it's raining."

  Rumble...

  When the thunder rumbled, Meng Ting finally couldn't help but move closer to the bathroom door.

  "River endurance." She was scared to death, "Thunderstorm."

  Yes, it's thundering.

  So he covered up his panting, closed his eyes and didn't make a sound. Meng heard it because he was afraid of the female ghost "broadcasting the weather".

  The girl's voice was filled with a sob of grievance, soft and sweet.

  Jiang Ren knew she was afraid, and since there was no one in the room, she wouldn't leave until he went out.

  The wind outside was blowing strongly, and it blew onto her legs, feeling icy cold. Meng Ting, however, did not dare to close the living room window.

  "Will the rain drift in?"

  Jiang Ren's attention was all on the movements of her hands, and the tone of voice she relied on, she perfunctorily said: "Mm."

  "Jiang Ren, hurry up and wash, I'm scared." The curtains were blown by the wind, Jiang Ren's apartment was not high, so you could vaguely see the trees swaying outside.

  The bathroom was unusually quiet except for the sound of running water.

  It was like in a horror movie, the whole room fell silent.

  The autumn wind blew strongly and made the crystal lamp ring, she spent twenty minutes washing her hair and taking a bath.

  He didn't know how long he had washed, estimated over 50 minutes, but that thing still couldn't come out.

  Jiang Ning said in a low voice: "Listen, Meng."

  She responded subconsciously.

  Jiang Ren's asthma was severe, and after a long while, his dark pupils relaxed slightly.

  Jiang Ren pursed her lips and then spent six minutes washing her hair and taking a bath.

  He came out of the shower and met a pair of tense and misty eyes.

  She wrapped herself in a towel, shivering with cold. Meng Ting raised her eyes and looked at him.

  Jiang's shoulder bone was exposed, he frowned and picked her up: "Why didn't you close the window?"

  "I just told him that the window wasn't closed, I didn't dare to go over." Her originally rosy face was now pale as a sheet, "But he said yes."

  “……”

  Jiang Ren stuffed the person into the quilt in the guest room. Fortunately, it was summer, and although it was raining, the air was only sweltering.

  Jiang Ren brought a hair dryer to blow her hair, she was wrapped in an air-conditioned quilt, with two delicate feet and a small head exposed. Jiang Ren blew her hair without looking up.

  He had been blowing cool breeze outside for an hour, fearing she would get sick.

  Meng Ting felt a bit safer, so he said: "This is the second floor. When it's windy, the tree shadows look really scary. In a movie once, a female ghost was on the tree, and the male lead turned around and saw her..."

  Her hair was soft, and Jiang Nian listened absent-mindedly as she spoke.

  He first blew it for her, then blew randomly a couple of times and stopped. Then he closed all the windows in the house and unplugged all the electrical appliances.

  "He said: 'Go to sleep, if you're afraid, just leave the light on and I'll be in the next room.'"

  Meng nodded.

  Jiang Ren lay on the bed, re-tied his belt tightly, and now his veins were bulging.

  After watching that horror movie, more than half of the kids from Jun Da Yuan had nightmares when they got back.

  The thunder rumbled loudly, he looked out the window with a poker face and then closed the curtains again. Out of sight, out of mind. He didn't turn off any of the lights in the whole house.

  It was around 3 am when he heard the knock on the door, a very faint knock. If he hadn't been paying attention all along, he wouldn't have heard it at all.

  Jiang endured and got out of bed, opening the door. She lowered her head, looking at her toes, without speaking.

  "Had a nightmare?"

  Meng Ting nodded: "Sorry." She had originally just tapped lightly, if he was asleep then he wouldn't have heard it, didn't think he was still awake.

  "Come in."

  He pulled the person in and slammed the door shut with a bang.

  The rain has stopped at this point, and the night is quiet.

  Jiang Ning lowered his head and looked at her: "Afraid of what?"

  She raised her eyes, and the man's pupils were pitch black: "You know that's fake, right?"

  Meng Ting nodded: "But..."

  He glared at her fiercely: "I'm going to be driven crazy." He pinned her against the door, "Ghosts are fake, I'm real. If you're afraid of it, you'd better be afraid of me instead."

  Meng Ting was stunned, he grabbed her hand, half coaxing and half deceiving: "Good girl, help me undo the seatbelt."

  She withdrew her hand and looked at him in terror.

  Jiang Ren was about to go crazy, his lips wildly kissing her, his voice muffled and unclear: "Will it? The end is pulled out, there's a button..."

  He almost dragged her away.

  Meng Ting almost cried: "I'm no longer afraid of horror movies, I want to go back to sleep."

  Jiang Ren didn't bother with her.

  Her slender waist was full and plump in his grasp, he was very moved.

  Meng Ting wasn't in the mood, for her, she just wanted to find someone to talk to and release her fear of horror movies. But Jiang Ren didn't think so.

  Her mind is full of horror movie plots, and no matter how he thinks about it, it's all about her.

  "He said he wouldn't touch me."

  "Can I touch it?" Jiang said impatiently.

  Meng Ting's face turned red: "I wasn't mentally prepared."

  He wanted to scold someone, but after a long while he muttered: "Do you want to play me to death or what?"

  "No."

  Jiang Ren wrapped her in his own quilt, his sword-like eyebrows stern and fierce, with a kind of youthful ferocity that was hard to resist: "Sleep! I'll keep watch while you sleep!"

  He picked up the stool and put it at the head of the bed, his angular face had already lost its greenness. Because of his short hair, he looked fierce.

  Meng looked at him with a pair of eyes.

  "What are you looking at? Don't look anymore."

  She pulled the quilt up a bit, covering half of her face, only revealing her delicate eyebrows and wet eyes, with each blink of her long eyelashes giving off a pitiful feeling.

  Natural beauty advantage.

  He sneered: "I owe it then. Alright, go to sleep, there are no ghosts, how about I beat one up for you?"

  "Good." She pulled the quilt over her eyes and laughed uncontrollably in a place where he couldn't see.

  Jiang Ren crossed his legs, he couldn't sleep anyway, so he simply kept watch as she slept.

  She didn't fall asleep until the second half of the night, and he just dozed off for a while.

  Meng Ting still had class the next day, so she set her alarm clock and had to return to school early. At the subway entrance in the morning, her sleepy appearance attracted frequent glances from people on their way to work.

  Jiang Ren pressed her face into his chest.

  Meng Ting was startled awake by the sudden noise.

  "I'm going out today, if there's anything at school, you can look for Sun Yi."

  Nothing will happen.

  He frowned: "The project on the H city side is tight, I don't know when I can come back if I leave again."

  "Then I'll take time off and come home to see you."

  "Don't come over," he said lightly. "It's under construction on that side, and it's dirty and messy."

  His appearance with a body full of cement mortar and wearing a safety helmet is enough for her to see once in this lifetime. Moreover, he's not usually so gentle, what if she sees something and thinks too much?

  Jiang Ren said: "When you come back tell me, I will pick you up."

  It's still early when I got out of the subway station, not yet seven o'clock. There were only a few people on the street. Before parting ways, Meng said: "When I was in junior high school, my mom always said that I don't easily take a liking to someone."

  Jiang endured and lowered his eyes to look at her.

  She mentioned her mother for the first time, with a very gentle look in her eyes.

  "She said that even if I loved dancing, but in order to give the opportunity to Shulan, she would not learn it. In my life, there is no father, so there are not many people who dare to be brave. When I was a child, I saw other little girls being bullied, their fathers came to school and fiercely warned the classmates who bullied them. I was very envious in my heart, but I could only listen more obediently, because I didn't have such a father, and my mother couldn't bear any more burdens."

  Jiang Ren said: "Don't be afraid from now on."

  In the morning light, she smiled sweetly: "I've fought for many things in this life, but they can all be given up. There's only one thing I won't give up easily, and that's you, Jiang Nian."

  Jiang Ren's heart was racing rapidly under his chest.

  Meng Ting rarely said such words, and after finishing speaking, she was also embarrassed. She pulled his hem, her slightly red cheeks rubbed against his chest, then didn't say a word to him, just as the green light came on, she ran across the road.

  She is very cute and lovely.

  People can become more lovely as they live for love.

  He chuckled softly and scolded her, the more she was like this, the more he felt sorry for her. Other people's university boyfriends were highly educated, caring and attentive, always available at a moment's notice.

  He is far away in H city, with a high school diploma, and doesn't know when he can accompany her. Even now, she lets her classmates see that her boyfriend is not refined and has a crippled right foot.

  But he has strength, entrepreneurial capital and a business mind.

  He wants to give her the best in the world.