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Back on the second floor, I planned to put the quilt in front of Qu Yanyun's door and leave quietly, so as not to disturb her rest.

But as soon as I reached the door, the closed door opened, and a soft light shone out from inside, and it also illuminated my tired heart.

In the house, Qu Yanyun held a cup of milk tea in her hand and handed me the milk tea with a smile.

She had been waiting for my return, and it turned out that she heard me coming downstairs and was afraid that I would freeze so she just made this cup of milk tea for me.

Seeing that I finally came down safely, Qu Yanyun smiled: "You finally came down, I've been waiting for you... ”

Slowly drinking the milk tea she made for me, I felt that my body and mind were not so cold, maybe this ordinary cup of milk tea could really relieve the bitterness and helplessness in my heart. In the next second, I raised my head and drank the remaining milk tea in the cup...

At some point, the snow fell outside the window, and when I looked out of the window, the playground in the distance was already a blanket.

Looking at the snowflakes sprinkled in the sky, I couldn't help muttering: "Is this snow for Liu Yuping?" Even God knows that this flower-like girl died unjustly! ”

After listening to my words, Qu Yanyun couldn't help but ask curiously what I saw on the fourth floor.

I was in a bad mood, and I told Qu Yanyun unreservedly how I saw Liu Yuping's clothes slip off, as well as her painful experience, and the uncomfortable feeling I felt at the time, maybe I hadn't confided in anyone for a long time, so I didn't think too much about it at that time.

When I raised my head again, I found that Qu Yanyun, who was sitting opposite, had crimson cheeks and a shy face.

Unconsciously, the two of us looked at each other, and after Qu Yanyun looked at me deeply, her face was even more red, she lowered her head like a mimosa, and muttered in a low voice: "I hate it, how can you tell people about this." ”

Eh, looking at Qu Yanyun's demeanor, I was a little confused, because what I just said was true.

Just as I was about to ask her what was wrong, the mobile phone in my pocket rang at an inopportune time.

I took out my mobile phone and found that it was a neighbor calling, I picked up the phone full of doubts, but my father's voice came from the other end of the phone: "How are you busy over there?" Nothing dangerous, right? ”

Me: "It's okay, I'm done looking, I'm ready to go back." ”

Dad: "Then come down early, it's snowing outside, and if you go late, you will leave footprints, which will have a bad impact on other girls." ”

I thought what my father said was very reasonable, so I hurriedly said goodbye to Qu Yanyun, and before leaving, I specially told her to lock the door and sleep.

When I got downstairs in the dormitory, I found that there was already a layer of snow on the ground, so I didn't delay and hurriedly ran towards the back wall of the school.

Although I left footprints on the way out of school, I was not worried because the snow was still falling, and I believe that it would not be long before they covered my footprints.

Climbing up the wall, I almost slipped and fell due to the snow on it, but I was able to stabilize my center of gravity in time.

At this moment, my father's deep voice came from outside the wall: "Slow down, the wall is slipping, you step on my shoulders with your feet... ”

At first, I thought I had misheard, but I quickly looked down and found that the person under the wall was indeed my father, who was holding a neighbor's mobile phone in one hand and a thick bandage in the other, which was particularly eye-catching on this snowy night.

Falling snowflakes and a bitter cold wind had blown his hair white......

After coming down from the wall, I found that there were several cigarette butts left in the place where my father had stayed just now, and it seemed that he had been waiting for me here for a long time.

When I observed my father, he raised his hand and patted the snow on my head and body for me, but he didn't say anything.

In this way, he and I braved the cold wind and heavy snow together, and rode home together in our respective cars.

The road was not easy to walk, and by the time we got home, it was already half past one in the morning.

I will always remember what my dad did for me on that snowy night, even though he never said anything to me...

The cold wind along the way gave me a headache, so when I got home, I just lay down on the kang.

My dad was afraid that I would catch a cold, so he warmed a glass of pure milk outside, and when he came into the house with the milk, he found that I had fallen asleep, and he couldn't bear to wake me up, so he covered me with a quilt and went out. During the night I had a very strange dream.

It was a state of half-dreaming and half-waking, and I was lying on the kang like this, but for some reason the door of the house opened by itself, and I tried to go down and close the door but found that my body couldn't move.

At that moment, the milk on the table seemed to move on its own, and then I heard the sound of drinking water, which seemed to be someone drinking milk from a cup.

The zipper of the pencil case on the table was also opened, and the pen inside actually moved on its own, rustling in my notebook, and writing by itself.

When I thought it was all over, I suddenly felt a chill on my neck, as if a cold hand slowly crawled on top of me, pinching my neck little by little, tighter and tighter......

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When I opened my eyes again, I found that it was already dark, and I moved my body and was running as usual, but my whole body was sore, and it seemed that I was too tired last night, so I had a nightmare.

"Did you get up and drink this glass of milk last night? Why don't you finish it? ”

At this time, my father came into the house to bring me breakfast, looked at the half glass of milk on the table and asked me.

I was secretly shocked and a little scared when I heard my father's words, but I didn't show it in front of him.

After my dad left, I hurriedly went down to the table to check and found that there was indeed half a glass of milk missing.

Could it be that last night's ...... Not a dream?

Holding this half glass of milk in my hand, cold sweat broke out on my back, and in the dark, there seemed to be a pair of eyes staring at me tightly.

At this moment, an inexplicable gust of wind suddenly blew in the closed room, blowing and turning the notebook I had placed on the table.

The gust of wind came inexplicably, and it went quickly, lasting only a few seconds.

When the wind stopped, I stepped forward to take a look, and there was a line of beautiful messages on the paper:

The answer is in my journal and the candle is in my ...

Someone who has slept in the same bed as you

Looking at the signature on the paper, I was at a loss, I rarely slept in bed when I was so big, I usually slept on the kang, and I have never slept with others since I was sensible.

Could it be Dad?

Dad does have the habit of writing a diary, but I am familiar with his handwriting, I like to even pen on weekdays, and sometimes I can't understand the words he writes, obviously, it is not written by him.

Last night, when I was in No. 4 Middle School, I fell asleep in Liu Yuping's bed.

Could it really be her!!

And candles, what candles?

Lying on the grass! I remembered that I was in a hurry last night, and I forgot to take the candle I lit in Liu Yuping's dormitory, if this was discovered by the teacher, wouldn't it be terrible!

At this point, I couldn't help but swallow my saliva and wanted to read the comments on my notebook again.

But when I looked down at the paper again, I found that the message on the original paper had disappeared silently without realizing it......