Chapter 2 Urban Supernatural Story (Red and White Comedy) 02 Mark
Song Qingqing didn't see it.
A pair of pale, slender hands rested gently on her fair shoulders, their fingertips painted with blood-red nail polish.
It seems to be a bit of a protective attitude.
And because the girl has a slender figure, the two hands just lightly placed on her give people a feeling of being enveloped and controlled.
A thick, dark, ominous aura lingered around the fingertips, then slowly dissipated.
Bright red should be a very festive color, but the figure standing behind the girl seemed particularly cold and exuded a heavy aura of death, like a dead and rotten flower.
A few gray shadows in the distance were twisting, as if they were afraid of the existence in front of them, but also hated their companions because they were torn to pieces and devoured before their eyes.
But in the end, I could only leave unwillingly.
Song Qingqing frowned slightly, wondering if she was hallucinating.
Just as she turned around, she seemed to hear a shrill and sharp wail in her ears.
Zhou Yun hasn't come out yet.
The wind in the forest stopped at some point, and the summer heat started to stir again.
Song Qingqing's hair was loose, wet with sweat, and stuck to the skin on the side of her neck, which was not very comfortable.
She touched her wrist out of habit, but didn't feel the hair tie.
The red ribbon hanging on the tree branch in front of her was blown by the wind, and Song Qingqing looked over subconsciously.
The red color flickered before her eyes, and the girl's pupils gradually blurred. She stretched out her hand towards the red ribbon as if possessed by a ghost.
When Song Qingqing withdrew her hand, the red ribbon was already in her palm. She raised her hand and tied her black hair naturally. The ribbon was a little long, and the excess hung down along the tied hair, swaying slightly behind her waist from time to time.
When Zhou Yun came out, she saw Song Qingqing with her back to her.
The girl's long, thick black hair was tied with a red ribbon and hung down to her waist.
The plain white of the long skirt and the crimson of the headband interweave, which is beautiful, but a little weird.
And she just stood there quietly.
Zhou Yun rubbed the goose bumps on her arms from the cold, walked over and patted Song Qingqing on the shoulder, and asked casually, "Qingqing, when did you buy such a... vintage headband?"
The girl turned her head, her black pupils as dark as ink. She pursed her lips and smiled shyly: "I just bought it a few days ago."
Zhou Yun and Song Qingqing were walking side by side towards the road outside the forest when they happened to see a van driving slowly by with traces of damage and collision on the body of the van.
"Didn't the driver say he couldn't even see the shadow of a passing car? Why isn't it coming now?"
Zhou Yun waved towards the gray-white van, wanting to ask the people in the car to help, but the car seemed to drive straight past as if it didn't see them.
When Song Qingqing came to her senses, the two of them had already returned to the bus. Zhou Yun felt too hot and wanted to enjoy the air conditioning, so she sat separately from Song Qingqing.
Song Qingqing, who was always a step behind others, realized something, sat up straight, and reached out to untie the red silk ribbon on her hair.
Now, when I look at it closely, I find that the silk ribbon is still embroidered with patterns and is well-made, but it is a little faded due to age.
Song Qingqing unconsciously stroked the pattern on the belt, staring at the veins of the flowers in a daze, and her palms felt a little cold.
Suddenly, some blurry images flashed before my eyes.
The fair neck was stained red and purple by a red silk ribbon embroidered with peony flowers, and the throat was bulging from the constant swallowing. A pair of beautiful hands tried in vain to break free from the increasingly tightening restraints, but eventually they gradually lost strength and let go.
Song Qingqing was stunned.
What did she just see?
Just as she was lost in thought, trying to recall the scene that was so blurry that she couldn't see it clearly, she suddenly felt a biting cold touch on her fingertips, which flowed through the gaps between the girl's five fingers and then slowly stopped.
It was as if... someone's hand was holding hers, stroking the hairband in her hand as she moved.
Moreover, the cold temperature was very similar to the touch on her shoulder just now.
When Song Qingqing realized this, her hand trembled with fear, and the red silk ribbon that she was not holding slipped out of her palm and landed lightly at her feet.
The car had started moving again not long ago. Everyone was sweating from the heat and fell asleep again after being shaken, so no one noticed Song Qingqing's actions in the back seat.
Song Qingqing pursed her lips and tried hard to think, could it be that this headband was given to her by a ghost?
Song Qingqing asked in a low voice: "Did you give it to me?"
Afraid that the ghost would blame her, Song Qingqing thought for a moment and added, "I didn't throw it away on purpose."
No one answered.
But the red figure sitting on the empty seat next to Song Qingqing seemed to chuckle.
It's just a mark.
Thinking that one should not throw away things given by others, Song Qingqing bent down and wanted to pick up the red ribbon that fell on the ground.
As luck would have it, the red ribbon fell into the gap under the front seat.
The space between the seats was not big, so Song Qingqing could only try to get closer and reach out.
It was pitch black under the seat, and suddenly I felt a furry touch at my fingertips, which was completely different from the cool and smooth feel of the red silk ribbon.
Song Qingqing frowned in confusion, lowered her head to see what it was, and her eyes met with a head under the seat.
When the head saw that Song Qingqing could see it, it immediately grinned excitedly and opened its mouth to bite Song Qingqing's hand.
Song Qingqing was so scared that she straightened up suddenly, and hit her head hard on the edge of the car window, and her forehead immediately turned red.
Afraid that screaming would scare everyone in the car, Song Qingqing didn't make a sound even though her palms were cold with fear.
But fortunately, the red ribbon had been picked up.
When Song Qingqing was rubbing her forehead with tears in her eyes, a foot wearing embroidered wedding shoes kicked under the seat extremely fiercely without any warning.
Before the head could even let out a wail, it rolled away along the aisle between the seats.
She sat back in her original seat, but she felt a little uneasy when she thought of that head.
Song Qingqing couldn't help but wrinkled her nose and thought to herself, this ghost is really stingy.
She just accidentally dropped the red ribbon on the ground, and it scared her like this, but she was too honest to say it out loud.
Song Qingqing was afraid that this hot potato would fall to the ground again, so she carefully wrapped it around her wrist several times, making it look like she was wearing a very unique bracelet.
The car continued to drive steadily towards Xiangyun Ancient Town.
Song Qingqing's legs became numb from curling up so much, and she carefully moved to the empty seat next to her.
In the evening, the car finally arrived at the first stop of the ancient town tour, Zhaozhuang, which Zhou Yun had just mentioned.
Although Xiangyun Ancient Town is a tourist attraction, as the president introduced to everyone, it has not been officially developed and promoted. Because it is in the mountains and transportation is inconvenient, it is very likely to maintain its original appearance. It is estimated that the folk customs and habits will also be very interesting.
Even the homestay booked by the president is said to be an old house in Zhaozhuang.
However, the owner of the house had long passed away, and it was handed over to an old woman named Li from Zhaozhuang for management.
Granny Li was old, her eyes were cloudy, and she hunched over as she handed a bunch of keys to the president. She specifically reminded everyone not to go to the area behind the homestay, as that was where they lived, and not to disturb others.
But when she was leaving, Granny Li suddenly turned around.
The president thought she had something else to tell him, so he politely asked, "Grandma, is there anything else?"
Granny Li stared at Song Qingqing who was standing next to Zhou Yun. Her eyes seemed to glance at her wrist unintentionally, and she suddenly smiled with satisfaction.
The old man's eyes were cloudy, but his look made Song Qingqing feel uneasy.
Because the look that Granny Li gave her was very much like the look of a matchmaker selecting a spouse.
Granny Li smiled and said, "It's nothing. I just see how happy you young people are. Especially the girls, they look like scallions."
After saying this nonsense, the hunchbacked old man waved his hand and turned away.
The sun had just set, but the ground still retained some of the day's heat.
As soon as they stepped into the house in Zhaozhuang, the cool breeze that hit them made everyone exclaim in surprise.
Especially Zhou Yun, who has a lively personality, looked around curiously.
"This is the wisdom of the ancients. You can stay warm in winter and cool in summer without air conditioning."
Another boy, looking at the apathetic boy, said coldly, "Maybe it's because of the heavy Yin energy that he feels cool."
Song Qingqing lowered her head silently.
To some extent, what this student said came true.
Zhou Yun lived in the same room with her boyfriend. The other students in the club had an average relationship with Song Qingqing, so she lived alone.
Song Qingqing had no objection to this decision and walked into the room dragging her small suitcase.
This Zhaozhuang B&B is really retro. There isn't even any electric light. Now that it's getting dark, the room is extremely dim.
Song Qingqing groped her way to the table and lit a pair of candles on it.
The dim light came on.
Song Qingqing was stunned when she saw the pair of long white candles.
There were words written on the candle with a gold pen. Song Qingqing moved closer to look and could clearly see the four words "Chang'an Pingle".
But maybe the writer's skills were not good enough, so these words were connected together.
If you don't see it clearly from a distance, you might mistake it for the word "dian" (meaning "to offer a memorial").
While she was observing, Zhou Yun called her outside the door to take a shower together.
When I came back after washing up, it was already completely dark.
After sitting in the car for a whole day, Song Qingqing was so tired that her bones were about to fall apart. She changed into pajamas and lay comfortably in the quilt, but then she got up again.
The long white candle on the table had not been blown out yet. She walked over and blew it out, then walked back to the bed and lay down based on her memory.
The light in the room dimmed instantly, and the pale moonlight poured in through the gaps in the window, making it look eerie.
At first, Song Qingqing felt a little hot in her sleep, so she kicked off the thin quilt covering her body and unconsciously moved closer to the coolness that emerged from the room.
But when I got closer, I felt a little cold.
The girl shrank back and tried to retreat.
But that cold aura had already silently shackled her.
Song Qingqing's vision gradually became blurred. She thought she was probably dreaming. She also heard the sound of gongs and drums outside the door. The rhythm and tune were very joyful.
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