Have you ever wondered if ghosts really exist?
Perhaps it was a cool breeze behind you when you were walking alone at night.
Perhaps it's an extra reflection you see when you look in the mirror...
...
The temperature control system in the music room seems to be broken.
Ye Xi subconsciously shrank her neck, feeling a cold wind blowing against her back.
The protagonist of the story is Xia Dongqing.
A college student preparing for postgraduate entrance exams,
Reclusive, silent, and friendless.
He has a pair of very special eyes.
Yin-yang eyes.
Ye Xi's fingers slid across the screen slower and slower, and her breathing became lighter and lighter.
She looked at the world described in the words:
The world in Xia Dongqing's eyes is crowded.
On the street, besides the living people hurrying by, there were also those drifting, incomplete, and pale-faced "things".
Some of them were crying, some were laughing, and some were searching for their way home.
He had to pretend he didn't see it.
Because once you make eye contact, you'll be entangled with them.
"This setting..."
Ye Xi murmured to herself, a look of amazement flashing in her eyes.
This is hardly a case of following the trend.
This is clearly misinterpreting the concept of "ferrying".
From the romantic clouds, we were dragged into the muddy and cold reality!
Jian Shen's "The Ferryman" is about ferrying souls to higher levels of life, and about trials of love and courage.
The dream weaver's "Soul Ferry" seems to be ferrying... those obsessions and regrets that linger in the human world.
Just as Ye Xi was engrossed in watching, the doorknob of the music room suddenly turned.
"Click".
Ye Xi was so frightened that her whole body trembled.
With lightning speed, he shoved the phone into the gap under the piano bench.
Then he slammed his hands down on the piano keys.
"when--!!!"
A discordant, deep bass voice boomed.
The piano teacher who walked in was stunned.
Looking at my usually elegant and perfect prized student:
"Ye Xi? What's wrong with you? This chord progression... is a bit avant-garde."
Ye Xi turned her head stiffly, her face instantly displaying an impeccable, obedient, fake smile.
"Teacher, I'm trying to... break free from the constraints of tone."
She was talking nonsense with a straight face.
"I wanted to express a kind of...sudden fear."
The piano teacher raised an eyebrow, his gaze sweeping over the piano bench beneath her.
They obviously didn't believe it, but they also didn't expose the genius girl.
"Good idea, but next time you want to express fear, don't smash the piano."
Ye Xi was taken aback, her cheeks flushing slightly.
After the teacher closed the door and left, Ye Xi breathed a sigh of relief and quickly took out her phone.
Where were we just now?
Yes, Xia Dongqing found a part-time job working the night shift at a convenience store to make a living.
His name is...
Convenience store number 444.
Looking at that number, Ye Xi felt a chill run straight to the top of her head.
444.
In this country that values auspiciousness, this number itself carries an eerie aura.
Not only that, but the convenience store described in the book...
That red sign, that ever-flashing neon light.
She suddenly remembered,
On my way to school, I always pass a gloomy intersection.
It seems... there really is a convenience store.
The lights on the sign also blinked like that.
Ye Xi swallowed hard and subconsciously glanced back at the empty corner of the music room.
Is there really no one there?
Suddenly, I felt the temperature in the music room drop a few degrees.
Although my spine felt cold, my fingers were quite honest.
She swiped her phone and continued reading.
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