The evil ex-boyfriend came to the door

Chapter 1

"pain……"

Small sobs filled with fear sounded in the quiet dormitory. On the bed near the balcony, the young man hugging the quilt and huddled up tightly closed his eyes, suppressing his sobs, as if caught in some terrible and inextricable predicament.

His complexion was pale, his delicate facial features were wrinkled into a ball, his slender eyelashes were a little wet, and tears dripped down the end of his eyes into his temples, and the temples by his ears were all wet.

A short sob came out of the nasal cavity, the young man's eyelashes fluttered twice, and he finally struggled to open his eyes.

"Xingruan, what's wrong?"

The roommate who was about to go out took the bag lightly, and asked worriedly when he heard the sobbing.

"It's okay, I just had a nightmare." Ning Xingruan said hoarsely.

"...Okay, then I'll turn on the light, and you get up and drink some hot water."

There was a slight clicking sound, and the dim dormitory suddenly lit up, followed by the sound of the door opening and closing, and after the person left, the surrounding fell into silence again.

The light rain outside the window was still pattering.

Ning Xingruan stared blankly at the window blurred by raindrops. After a few minutes, he realized that his left foot exposed outside the quilt was icy. .

He had nightmares again.

He couldn't remember the chaotic scene in the dream, but he only remembered the ruined temple in his hometown, the gloomy sky, and a pair of hands with sharp bones.

Ning Xingruan rubbed his temples, got up and poured a cup of hot water, the steam brought some warmth to his face, and the lingering feeling of suffocation in the dream slowly dissipated.

Looking up at himself in the opposite mirror, his hair was disheveled, his face was haggard, his slightly pale skin made the dark circles under his eyes more conspicuous, and his whole face was filled with deep fatigue.

Ning Xingruan squeezed her face and sighed lightly.

The constant urging from the thesis supervisor and the phone call from his uncle urging him to go back to his hometown a week ago made him stressed and had nightmares. Fortunately, he finally finished the thesis yesterday.

Picking up the phone from the table, when the screen lit up, a missed call from my uncle popped up.

Ning Xingruan clicked on the missed call, hesitated for a few seconds, then pressed the back button, reopened WeChat, and sent a message to his uncle.

The phone rang soon, and Ning Xingruan slowly moved his finger to the connect button.

"Hey, Xingruan, have you bought a ticket yet?"

The uncle seemed a little anxious, and asked immediately after connecting.

Ning Xingruan replied: "Ticket for nine o'clock, and I will arrive in the county after one o'clock in the afternoon."

"Two o'clock... that's fine, I'll pick you up."

"No, Uncle, I'll just go back by car." Ning Xingruan quickly declined.

"It's all right, let's see when the time comes...Xingruan, you, are you okay? I mean, be careful on the road, don't run around, I'll wait for you at home."

Uncle hesitated to speak, gave some instructions and then hung up the phone.

Ning Xingruan always felt that his uncle had something to say, but he couldn't think of what could make him so entangled.

A few minutes later, my uncle sent another message asking him to take good care of himself, followed by a photo, Ning Xingruan looked at the strange yet familiar old yard in the photo, couldn't help but bit his nails and wrinkled frown.The courtyard walls were more dilapidated than he remembered.

Throwing the phone aside, he lay down on the bed.

Ever since his grandmother died of illness at the age of 12 and he was taken to Quzhao City by his uncle, he never returned to his hometown.The small mountain village named Surabaya gradually became blurred in his memory, probably because he didn't have many happy memories there, so he had no nostalgia for it.

Grandma didn't like him when he was young.

In Ning Xingruan's memory, grandma always had a cold face towards him, and that wrinkled face was never associated with kindness and kindness.

Every time he walked into that small courtyard, what awaited him was endless silence. At first, when he was young, he would pester his grandma and act coquettishly, but he kept his mouth shut when he couldn't get the response he wanted.

Even though there were two people living there, the courtyard was always filled with a quiet and depressing atmosphere.Year after year of silence, he suffered a lot before he came out of his solitude and autism.

It's just that grandma raised him after all.

Maybe his uncle didn't let him go back a few years ago because he was afraid of affecting his studies. Now that he has finished his thesis and the internship time is set in June, it's time to go back to visit the graves of his grandma and parents.

After getting up and drinking the hot water in the thermos, Ning Xingruan stood up and jumped a few times when the heat came on, completely forgetting the heavy emotions, and started to pack her luggage.

Sipan County is located in the south, warmer than Quzhao City, Ning Xingruan picked out a few sets of spring clothes and put them in the suitcase.The shoes were hanging on the shoe rack on the balcony, and a full-length mirror was hung on the wall to the right of the shoe rack. He took the shoes, and when he straightened his waist, a spring thunder flashed.

At the moment when the lightning flashed, he seemed to see a "person" standing behind him.

The black shadow lowered its head, clinging to his back, and its long hair covered his face and fell on his shoulders.

A hand protruded from the wide and ragged robe, wrapped around his left shoulder, crossed his chest, and clasped it on his right shoulder.

The shadow embraced him with an ambiguous posture, like a lover's intimacy, but Ning Xingruan seemed to have fallen into an ice cave, his blood became cold instantly, and he couldn't move.

The surrounding voices gradually receded and disappeared, and Ning Xingruan felt for a moment that he was dreaming, his whole body was light and light, and he lost all perception and consciousness, including the instinct of breathing.

Lightning flashed, and the incandescent lamp flickered for a while. After a few moments of darkness, the lamp came on again.

The sound of pattering rain and the noise from downstairs in the dormitory brought Ning Xingruan back to reality. He gasped for breath, held back his fear and looked in the mirror again. Everything in the mirror was as usual.

He leaned back a little weakly, and felt at ease when he touched the cold and hard wall.Rubbing his temples that throbbed a little due to excessive tension, he chuckled self-deprecatingly.

It turned out to be a hallucination... I had so many nightmares that I started to hallucinate myself.

He suddenly had some expectations about going back to his hometown. Maybe he would leave the familiar environment and not be troubled by nightmares without pressure.

After packing up the luggage, roommate Lin Yuetao came back with the two of them's breakfast. He looked at Ning Xingruan's suitcase and asked in a low voice, "Going in such a hurry?"

Ning Xingruan smiled wryly: "The family keeps urging me."

Otherwise, he wouldn't have stayed up all night trying to catch up on his thesis until his head exploded.

After eating something, when he picked up his suitcase and was about to leave, Lin Yuetao stopped him and gave him a box.

"Happy birthday, have a good trip, I have to go to my tutor to revise my thesis, so I won't send you off."

Ning Xingruan froze for a moment, a smile appeared on his face: "Thank you!"

Saying goodbye to his roommate, he left the dormitory with his suitcase.

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At nine o'clock, the train from Quzhao City to Sipan County started. Ning Xingruan found his seat, put his suitcase and sat down, and opened the box that Lin Yuetao gave him before leaving.

Seeing what was in the box, he blushed silently.

A tie, a small bottle of whiskey, perfume, and a box of...ahem.

You don't need to think about it to know that Chen Linbo did a good job.

The photo was posted in the group, he @陈林博 and expressed his doubts with a panda head emoji.

He can still understand the perfume, that box... what the hell is that!

"Stylish men's adult gift box, you deserve it~"

Chen Linbo sent a cheap emoji, but it wasn't enough, so he sent another voice message.

"You know what you know. You will need it sooner or later. Brother, I have prepared it for you in advance. It is safe to be prepared."

Ning Xingruan silently exercised the power of the group administrator and silenced him.

After closing the box and stuffing it into the backpack, the heat on his face faded after a long time.

There were not many people in the carriage, and it was very quiet. Ning Xingruan bought a seat facing the window, and the sunlight poured down warmly through the glass. He leaned on the backrest and gradually became sleepy.

Putting on earphones and closing his eyes to rest his mind, he seemed to smell a very strange smell during the half-dream and half-awake period, like the smell of incense burning in a temple, mixed with a little cool lily fragrance, which was long and distant.

Ning Xingruan smelled the fragrance, his eyelids became heavier and heavier, a trace of doubt flashed in his heart, but he was unable to open his eyes due to fatigue.

Before falling into a deep sleep, the bottle of perfume in the box flashed in his mind... The perfume seems to be called Hades, is this the smell of Hades...

In a deep sleep, there were noises slowly coming from my ears, sometimes distant and sometimes near, like the lines of a movie being slowed down, I couldn't hear clearly.

Ning Xingruan was restless, opened his eyes with great effort, but "seeed" that a layer of veil was covered in front of his eyes, everything he "eyes" saw was blurred.

The compartment was still the same as it was before he fell asleep, with a few people sitting sporadically, but apart from the passengers, there were countless black fog clusters whose shapes could not be seen clearly, they were layered on top of each other, and they were all squeezing towards him.

Ning Xingruan was horrified, he wanted to ask for help, but found that he couldn't move, and the other passengers didn't respond as if they couldn't see the black mist.

Run away!

Thinking together, his "gaze" instantly passed through layers of black shadows, and saw an ancient ancestral hall lying in the withered grass.

The ancestral hall was empty, only a wooden chair was placed on the main seat facing the door. The wooden chair was covered with dense yellow talismans. The old and new talisman papers were intertwined and dragged to the ground layer by layer.

When the wind picked up, a few talisman papers were scattered, revealing a wooden sign placed on a chair,

Ning Xingruan "looked" over, the wooden sign was mottled and old, with three bright red new handwriting deeply engraved on it, giving off a gloomy look.

Is his name.

A chill lingered up, wrapped around his fingertips, slowly climbed up his back, and finally stuck to his neck.

When Ning Xingruan was terrified, he suddenly heard a sharp voice exploding in his ears, and the scene in front of him dissipated windingly like smoke, and finally it was fixed on the vague and huge gray shadow on the wooden chair.

While the whistle was still ringing, Ning Xingruan suddenly opened his eyes, looking at the scenery passing by outside the window, his heartbeat that accelerated due to fright slowly slowed down.

Another dream.

He took off the earphones, let out a long sigh of relief, stretched out his hand to touch his forehead, and felt cold sweat on his hand.