My House of Horrors

Back in the classroom, Chen Gong sat in his place.

“Dude, what's wrong with your eyes?” DUMING finds Chen Song feeling a little depressed: “Lost heart? ”

“I find there's a reason why you're so good at learning and so unpopular.” Chen Gong ignored Duming and twisted his head aside. He began to think about another question.

Even behind the door, Zhang Ya is still defending him.

In that situation, it was quite moving that a new teacher not only didn't help the director speak, but even volunteered to defend his students.

“Apart from his family, only the teacher was helping him in the world, and now I'm going to experience his experience, and the most I can rely on is Zhang Ya.” Chen Song is still optimistic. He is now experiencing what he saw, but the people around him are not the family he sees, but the family he weaves based on his memory.

“The lucky ones are cured all their lives by childhood; the unfortunate ones are cured all their lives by childhood. ”

“Even if you experience the same thing, different family and living environments can take a person's future in different directions. ”

“He wanted me to understand his despair, and I wanted to tell him the hope I had always held in my heart. ”

“I will do everything I can to help him before reality collapses and the sea of blood pours over him. ”

“The Midwife never wanted to save him, and I had to make him aware of that. ”

The second lesson finally passed, Chen Gong still lay on the table and looked out the window at Lywan Town.

In his mind, he had divided the entire town of Lywan into four regions, south-east and north-west, and if he didn't see it in school, he would search one region after another.

The class bell rang again, and Chan Song finally sat upright, turning the English textbook in defiance for a long time.

“After all these years, I still can't understand a single sentence. ”

There was an elegant voice in his ear, and Chen Sing single-handedly held his parchment. For the first time, he had no idea of escaping class.

The students can actually see clearly on the stage, and Zhang Ya's eyes will inadvertently sweep through Chen Song. She has a slight apology and worry in her eyes.

It took him a long time to get to noon school, and Chen Guo's family lived a long way away. He was not used to going home at noon, let alone now.

By the time the school bell rang, Chen Gong had walked out of the classroom, and he walked through the hallway alone with his backpack and came alone to the roof of the teaching building.

The sky behind the door is always cloudy and never sunny.

Chen Gong stood on the roof with pubic eyes and looked down at all the students.

“Can't find him. Where the hell is he hiding? This is his world, and he's gone.” Chen Song clearly remembered that when he first entered the door, there was a man's voice in his ear, and that man should have seen it: “He should be sinking in the abyss of despair, and he should also want to be searched for and rescued. ”

As he was thinking, Chen Guo heard the iron door behind him ring and Zhang Ya in a black suit dress appeared at the door.

She was also surprised to see Chen Song. A moment later, she walked over with a light yellow lunch box: "Aren't you going home? ”

“Don't want to go back, do you? Why did you come to the roof at noon? ”

“The dining room is too noisy, I prefer to eat in a quiet place, the scenery is nice and nobody bothers me yet.” Zhang Ya walked over to Chan Song and looked at Chan Song's backpack: “Are you still thinking about the day? The teacher didn't do it right, we didn't think it through. ”

“It's all right, I want to thank you. If you hadn't helped me, I'd have been chased by that old bald man. ”

“Old bald man?” Zhang Ya didn't expect Chen Gong to describe Director Shi so much. He almost laughed and hurriedly twisted his face to the side.

Chen Gong's focus was not on Zhang Ya. He stared at the students downstairs and frowned slowly.

Students are almost finished and still do not see the figure.

“You seem to have a lot on your mind? If you can, can you tell me? Speak those things out and you'll feel much better.” Zhang Ya's voice sounds nice, like a windchime blown by the breeze.

“Don't worry about me. Go to dinner. It won't taste good when the food gets cold.” Chen Song looked back at Zhang Ya, thoughtful and gentle. If that hadn't happened, Zhang Ya would be very happy now.

“Want to eat together? The aunt in the cafeteria gave me a lot of food, I had a very small meal, and I couldn't finish it alone.” Zhang Ya may just want to get close, she wants to understand Chen Song and help the child.

“No, you have to eat!” Chen Gong did run to the other side like a child and continued to look downstairs.

Normal people may not understand Chan Song at all and do not know what he is doing.

In other people's eyes, Chan Sing's face was full of worries, and his eyes bore an age-appropriate maturity.

Students have already walked away, no one can be seen on the empty campus, and Chen Song is still not found.

“Where would he hide? Do you really want me to turn the whole town of Lywan over? Is it too late? People around me look tired and tired, and dragging it down is likely to cause something bad to happen.” Chen Song is in a hurry, but there's no point in rushing.

He took the bag and turned around and found Zhang Ya sitting in a chair against the wall, looking at him all the time.

“I'm sorry to bother you.” Chen Gong would never hurt anyone who was nice to him, and he sat next to Zhang Ya with his bag.

Most of the tables and chairs on the roof have problems and are unused defects.

“You can really talk to me about something you're not happy about, maybe I can help you answer it.” Zhang Ya is really too gentle with people. Such people have it in real life, and they are often the first to get hurt.

Around Zhang Ya, even the world behind the door Chen Song had some unexpected peace of mind. He put down his backpack in his hand wherever he went and moved towards Zhang Ya.

“I want to find someone who's called Meet. ”

“Why him? ”

“Because he's the source of all the misfortunes here, I want to tell him something. ”

“The source of misfortune?” Zhang Ya doesn't understand what Chen Gong is saying: “Has he done anything to you or your family? ”

“No, I'm just trying to help him.” Chen Gong doesn't know how to say it, he's been through this a lot in real life. He was the one who came into contact with the ghost world, and he could not tell anyone about all the misfortunes, pain and despair he saw, but could bear it himself.

Even now, he knew that Zhang Ya was long gone, knew everything, but could not speak.

“Actually, I'm tired too.” Chen Gong leaned gently against Zhang Ya's shoulder, closed his eyes and let the wind blow through his face on the roof.

Leaning on her body, Zhang Ya initially tried to hide, but she looked at the familiar face and didn't have the heart to push away Chen Song.