Deserted Village Apartments

Chapter 9 The Sixth Day

The mysterious phone call in the early morning made me exhausted, and my eyelids always drooped and couldn't be opened after dawn.But this day, I agreed to go to the editorial department of "Sprout" to discuss the manuscript, so I bit the bullet and went out in the morning.

When passing through the subway ticket gate, I suddenly felt something behind me. Looking back, I saw a long row of people, but I could feel a pair of eyes in the crowd staring at me.In this way, I stood at the ticket gate for more than ten seconds, and the people in the line behind shouted angrily, so I could only shake my head and walk in.

Entering the subway platform, the strange feeling still exists. I looked around vigilantly, and indifferent faces shuttled in my sight, just like this cold platform.

The subway train roared into the station, and I squeezed into the car with the noisy flow of people, facing a row of window seats.The train entered the dark tunnel, and my face appeared and disappeared on the window glass. Behind my face, there were many faces. "French film.

Yes, I can spot those eyes, and I'm sure she's stalking me somewhere, but I can't find her now.She is like a silent shadow, always keeping a certain distance from me, but not letting me slip away from her eyes.

She is following me.

Where are you?You come out for me - are you a shadow that intruded into my life, or a ghost that came out of nowhere?

Suddenly, I found that all the people in this subway car were staring at me, as if they had discovered a mental patient.It turned out that I was talking to myself so loudly that almost everyone in the car could hear me.

I lowered my head in shame. Fortunately, I arrived at the station at this time, and hurriedly lowered my head and squeezed out.I don't know if she followed behind, but I didn't dare to look back any more, and ran out of the subway station in a hurry, galloping as if I was about to shake off my tail, and ran to Julu Road in one breath.

At 01:30 in the afternoon, I came out of the editorial office of "Sprout" in a state of anxiety, hailed a taxi and went home.

When I got home, I was restless all day, afraid that "Nie Xiaoqian" would find me again, so I turned off my phone before going out in the morning.

In the evening, without even turning on the computer, I took out the fourth issue of this year's "Sprout", and turned to the pages of the novel "Desolate Village", and the two typefaces of "twigs" immediately jumped into my eyes.

Twigs?

Yes, in the novel "Desolate Village", I also wrote an important character, which is Mr. Ouyang's daughter, Xiao Zhi, who became the heroine of the novel and aroused the interest of many readers—however, this is just a novel. of fiction.

In fact I've never seen a twig.

I came to the deserted village a few months ago, and I only saw Mr. Ouyang in that old house, Jinshidi.He is a very strange person, sometimes silent and sometimes chattering.I still remember the face of Mr. Ouyang, appearing and disappearing under the dim light in the lobby of the old house.Like the unfortunate Xianglin's wife, he kept repeating the same sentence to me—he said that he had a beautiful daughter named Xiaozhi, who was very smart since she was a child, and she was the best child in the deserted village. A well-known university in Shanghai is studying Chinese.

During the two days in the deserted village, Mr. Ouyang mentioned his daughter at least a dozen times, and every time he mentioned it, he seemed to be a little sad.He said that he loves his daughter very much, but Xiaozhi is studying at university in Shanghai, and she hasn't been back to the deserted village for a long time.Mr. Ouyang said that he missed Xiaozhi very much, and sometimes shed tears unknowingly.

After returning to Shanghai, I immediately went to a famous university where Xiaozhi was studying to find her.In the Chinese Department of this famous university, there is indeed a girl named Ouyang Xiaozhi, whose native place is K City, Zhejiang Province.However, the result surprised me...

Ouyang Xiaozhi died in a subway accident as early as a year ago.It is said that she fell off the platform when the train came into the station and died instantly.

After knowing the news, my heart suddenly became cold, and I didn't dare to continue to investigate.I dare not tell Mr. Ouyang the bad news. He misses his daughter so much. If he knew that Xiaozhi had died a year ago—no, thinking of Mr. Ouyang's Xianglin's wife-like appearance, I would I don't think he could bear the news at all.

For the next ten days, I was haunted by a strange feeling.Even though Xiaozhi and I were strangers, or even met each other, I felt an unspeakable sadness and emotion, as if we had known each other for a long time.

So, I decided to write a novel with the barren village as the material.In this particular novel, Xiaozhi, who died a year ago, will become the heroine.In the novel, she also died a year ago, but her soul lingered, and finally returned to the deserted village, to the parents who gave birth to her and raised her, and found love.As for the description of Xiaozhi in the novel "Desolate Village", it is completely out of my imagination, but I would rather believe that it is what Xiaozhi looks like.

Although there is a lot of controversy about this way of writing, I think it is meaningful to commemorate the girl who came from a deserted village and died in Shanghai.

Memories flowed like a stream in my head until I closed my eyes and fell asleep.

In the middle of the night, the phone rang.

At this time, the rapid ringtone is easily reminiscent of a Japanese horror movie. My heart was so excited by the ringtone that I could only rub my eyes and pick up the phone: "Hello?"

"I'm Nie Xiaoqian."

At first I didn't wake up, but after a few seconds I suddenly realized: "Who do you say you are?"

"Nie Xiaoqian."

This cold and extremely magnetic female voice immediately made me break out in a cold sweat, and I quickly calmed myself down: "Is it you who called my cell phone this morning?"

"Yes."

"Why do you always pester me? Are you following me in the subway today? Tell you, I can feel your eyes." I felt like I was about to collapse at the time, "I turned off my phone today, Now you're calling my landline again, you're such a pervasive ghost."

"A ghost? I'm a ghost."

"Psychopathy." I finally couldn't bear it anymore.

But her voice was very flat: "It's okay, you will believe me."

"Don't bother me again, or you will regret it."

"No, I'll come to you again, bye."

Her phone hung up.

After putting down the phone, I realized that the cold sweat on my back had soaked my vest.I gasped heavily, as if I had just crawled out of the water.

Nie Xiaoqian?
Is she really a ghost who came out of Pu Songling's Liaozhai?

(End of this chapter)