The evil ex-boyfriend came to the door

Chapter 4

When it was daylight, Ning Xingruan was pulled out of sleep by the alarm clock.

After getting dressed and washing up, he took the candle paper money that his uncle had prepared long ago and went out.

There is a custom in Sishui village that on the second day after returning from other places, one should go to the grave to offer incense to the ancestors before sunrise.

The temperature was very low in the morning, and the night fog hadn't cleared away. The bluestone slab was wet with fog. Walking in the fog, Ning Xingruan's hair and eyelashes were stained with dampness.

After leaving the village and walking west for more than ten minutes, he crossed a wasteland with deep forests and dense grass, and followed his memory to find his parents' tombstones among stone monuments.

After burning the incense, lighting the Minglu candles and standing carefully in front of the tombstone, Ning Xingruan burned the bag of paper money in silence, then looked at the tombstone and opened his mouth in a low voice.

"I... I graduated from university, and I have found a job. The salary is very good. Don't worry."

After a few dry words, he fell silent again.

His parents left too early, and his only impression of the words "mother and dad" is the cold tombstone in front of him. When he was a child, he was forced to cry at the grave by his grandmother, and he could still shed two tears. I feel strange.

Without forcing himself any more, he stood up and bowed deeply, then turned around and came to another grave.Unlike the tombstone of his parents, the headstone of this tomb is engraved with a head, but after years of consideration, only the outline of the head is left.

"Grandma, I'm back."

After saying that, Ning Xingruan unconsciously brought a smile on his face. He looked at the familiar silhouette on the tombstone and explained the recent situation in detail.

Before he came here, he thought that he would never forget the complaints he had kept in his heart when he was a child. It was only when he stood here that he realized that rather than complaining, he was still close to and missed this old man who brought him up from two or three years old.

After finishing speaking, he sighed slightly, and said softly: "I will visit you often in the future."

After squatting for a long time, his eyes went dark when he got up, and he shook his body a few times before he stood still. When the dizziness passed, he opened his eyes and found that there was a thick fog around him.

The surrounding fog was billowing, and the mountains, trees and villages in the distance were shrouded in fog, and only the silhouettes could be seen. Ning Xingruan looked around, feeling a little flustered.

Coming out alone at this time, or coming to the cemetery to offer incense, already made his heart pound, but when there was a thick fog and the surroundings were white, the panic in his heart was magnified countless times in an instant.

Finding the way back to the village in the mist by feeling, Ning Xingruan quickened his pace and wanted to leave the cemetery as soon as possible.Every time he passed a grave, his heart was raised high, and a mess of thoughts appeared in his mind, which made him covered in cold sweat.

After crossing the cemetery, Ning Xingruan not only did not relax in his heart, but became more and more afraid. The more he was afraid, the clearer his various scary thoughts became. He didn't dare to delay for a moment, and ran towards the determined direction.

There was silence everywhere, it was too quiet, Ning Xingruan could hear her own heartbeat, rapid breathing, and the sound of footsteps trampling on dry grass branches.

footsteps...

He suffocated suddenly, his mind went blank, and only instinct drove him to speed up the speed of running forward mechanically again.

He heard it, a voice behind him.

It was the sound of footsteps, feet on dead branches, trousers skimming the grass, soles of feet rubbing against the ground.

Someone...something was behind him, getting closer.

Footsteps are increasing.

one, two, three...

The chill ran down the strands of his hair into his scalp, Ning Xingruan's eyes turned white, his instinct to survive forced him to run forward, but the terrifying thoughts couldn't help obliterating his will.

Behind him is a cemetery, those... are chasing from the direction of the cemetery.

Who can help me!

Frightened, bewildered, and helpless, Ning Xingruan looked ahead, it was still the white fog, and no one came to save him.

"Xing Ruan?"

In desperation, a cry made Ning Xingruan's eyes turn red instantly, and he saw a figure walking towards him in front of him.

His throat seemed to be blocked by a ball of cotton, and he couldn't make a sound. Ning Xingruan rushed over eagerly. He wanted to make a sound to tell the visitor to run away, but he couldn't say a word.

Before falling to the ground, his arm was pulled, and then he slammed into the person's arms.

It's hot, alive.

Ning Xingruan couldn't hold back any longer, tears streaming down her face instantly.

He tightly grasped the visitor's arm, as if grasping the hope of being alive.

"Let's go, let's go." He squeezed out a broken voice from his throat. Before he could stand still, he pulled someone to continue running, but he was stopped.

"Go? Where are you going? What's the matter with you?" There was a smile in the deep voice, and the warm hand wiped the teardrops from the corners of his eyes.

Ning Xingruan's mind froze for a moment, and then he said in a panic: "If there is something chasing me!"

"Who is chasing you? No." The man asked doubtfully.

Ning Xingruan turned his head, and behind him was a bridge, the bridge at the entrance of the village. Several old people on the bridge were standing on the bridge with crutches, looking at him in surprise.

The fog dissipated, and the cemetery disappeared. He was not in the wasteland at the west end of the village, but at the bridge entrance into the back mountain.

what happened?what happened!

He obviously... obviously went to visit his parents' graves. Just a few minutes ago, he was standing in front of his grandma's grave talking.

This is wrong, Ning Xingruan's mind is in chaos, this is wrong!

At this moment, the fear in his heart reached the extreme.Looking around blankly, he suddenly bit the back of his hand hard.

pain.

The real pain came from the arm, Ning Xingruan was even more confused.

"Why are you biting yourself?" The hand was pulled, and the warm touch conveyed the fact that the person in front of him was alive, so Ning Xingruan pulled his attention back.

Ning Xingruan was stunned at the first sight of the person holding her hand. This person is very good-looking, so good-looking that he doesn't fit in with the surroundings.

In this era of advanced information, all kinds of photo-retouching software emerge in endlessly, there are countless handsome men and women on the Internet, and Ning Xingruan himself has been praised countless times for his beautiful face.

However, no matter how good-looking a face is, it is not as good as the one in front of him. Ning Xingruan didn't know how to describe it. The moment he saw this face, only one thought flashed through his mind. This person has broken away from the concept of good-looking. Does anyone look like this?

"Who... are you?" He pulled out his hand and asked in a low voice.

He was very sure that he didn't know such a person, otherwise it was impossible for him to have no impression based on this face alone.

"I am your friend, we are friends." The man's very affirmative tone made Ning Xingruan feel at a loss for a moment, does he have such a friend?

"is it?"

"Yes, we are friends, I live next door to you, remember?"

After asking softly, a picture appeared in Ning Xingruan's mind. A child with a delicate appearance like a porcelain doll was holding his hand and playing under the tree in front of the old courtyard.

"It's you?" Ning Xingruan hesitated, and his vague memory told him that he did have such a friend who was good-looking, gentle, and treated him very well...

Is that right?

Being led home, Ning Xingruan was still very confused.

Along the way, the old people in the village seemed to have come out for a walk. They were standing by the side of the road. When Ning Xingruan walked by, he clearly felt scorching eyes on him.

He looked sideways, and found that the eyes of the old man looking at him were full of... hunger and greed, as if he would pounce on him and devour him in the next moment.

Startled by his own thoughts, Ning Xingruan subconsciously leaned towards his "friend".

Walking all the way to the house, Ning Xingruan felt completely at ease until he saw his uncle push open the courtyard door and come out.

"Are you back?" Uncle said slowly, "Is Xingruan alright?"

"It's okay, maybe it's because the fog is too thick, he ran to the back of the mountain." Before he could speak, Ning Xingruan heard the people around him say.

"Come in, have breakfast," Ning Pingyang said as he opened the door, motioning for the two to come in.

Being pulled into the door, sitting at the dining table in the main room, hot porridge and side dishes were served, everything was normal and could no longer be normal.

Until Ning Pingyang sat down, picked up a spoon and took a sip of porridge.

Then, his face split open.

Ning Xingruan watched helplessly as a black crack stretched from his uncle's brow to behind his ear, a piece of skin fell off his cheek and fell into the bowl.

He didn't know it, and still held the spoon to send it to his mouth.

Ning Xingruan had no other thoughts, her eyes went dark, and she completely lost consciousness.