Not only have people died in the chapel at SU University, but there are also legends of being haunted.

This is not surprising.

Ghost stories are the repertoire of every university. If a university has not been haunted by ghosts, it only means that the history of this university is not long enough, or that the students of this university are not imaginative enough.

It was a winter night, the stars and moon were dim, and occasionally unknown small animals ran past in the grass, making strange rustling sounds.

The dim yellow streetlight lengthened the shadow of the building. As the wind direction changed, it seemed to move forward at a weird angle, swallowing up everything around it step by step.

The woods behind him were invisible, the air temperature was getting lower and lower, and fine goose bumps appeared on his neck. Lin Baiyao looked around and said with a wry smile: "Since no one is coming, can I ask more, why are we doing this so late at night?"

Are you here? Worship is not in the evening, right?"

Wei Zhu remained silent for a long time, his eyes showing unforgettable longing and incurable sadness.

Memory is like a flowing river. When you desperately want to hold on to the past, you always run away cruelly and hastily through your fingers.

Then he laughed arrogantly and unbridled, laughing at the delusions of those who cannot love, and those who are stubborn and stubborn...

Lin Baiyao seemed to understand something, tightened his collar, stepped back half a step, and quietly accompanied Wei Zhu.

Time passed slowly until snowflakes fell from the sky. Wei Zhu turned his head and asked with concern: "Is it cold?"

This is not the time to show off, Lin Baiyao answered honestly: "Cold!"

As he spoke, he stretched out his cold hands from his coat pocket and spread them out pitifully in front of Wei Zhu.

Wei Zhu chuckled lightly and said: "I can't help you cover your hands. That way we will be clear. I have a reason not to give up the title of technical consultant..."

Lin Baiyao immediately retracted his hands and said with a look of disgust on his face: "Men and women are not close to each other, what good things do you want, Consultant Wei?"

Of course Wei Zhu knew that Lin Baiyao was trying so hard to pretend to be a funny boy just to get her out of her previous emotions. He said with gratitude: "Old classmate, thank you. If it weren't for you tonight, I might not have the courage to be alone."

Come here……"

Lin Baiyao smiled gently, his character changed from a funny man to normal, and said: "It's my pleasure."

In fact, he had helped him so much, so it wasn't a big deal to be recruited as a tool to embolden him.

Besides, if it hadn't been for tonight's encounter, where would we have found such an awesome technical consultant for Huantu Network?

…

On the way back, in just ten minutes, the sky was covered with goose-feather heavy snow, and the surroundings of the church, which was like the underworld, immediately became bright and transparent, with branches and jade hanging, wrapped in silver, it was so beautiful!

Nothing is more miraculous than this.

"Wow……"

Wei Zhu exclaimed like a little girl, opened her hands and turned twice, her ponytail danced with the music of youth, and her dreamlike face was embedded in this picturesque snow scene.

On earth and in heaven.

boom.

A small snowball hit Lin Baiyao on the shoulder. Wei Zhujiao smiled and said: "Why are you standing there stupidly? Have you never had a snowball fight?"

Lin Baiyao shook his head and said: "Consultant Wei, you are asking for death..."

He bent down and rolled the snowball skillfully along the downhill road. In the blink of an eye, he rolled the snowball to the size of a football. He picked it up and held it up high. He showed off his power to Wei Zhu and said: "You know the policy of our army. Don't kill when you surrender your gun. Treat prisoners preferentially. Now

It’s not too late to surrender.”

Wei Zhu was stunned, with his hands behind his back, and his slim figure that could not be covered by his down jacket, he showed a smile that was a little sweeter than yogurt and honey ice cream, and said: "You won't be like this, right?"

"I am a young man..."

"What?"

Wei Zhu didn't understand this, so Lin Baiyao threw the snowball over and said, "Young people don't have martial ethics!"

Wei Zhu yelled, turned around and ran away, with Lin Baiyao hot on his heels. The two of them walked back and forth freely in this vast and uninhabited world, venting their joys and sorrows.

Until he was exhausted, Wei Zhu lay on the snow, with his hands and feet spread out regardless of his appearance, looking at the flying snow in the sky, smiling, and his eyes gradually turned red.

Lin Baiyao walked up to her, looked down at her for a moment, sat down cross-legged, and sang softly:

"A faded photo

It seems to bring me a little nostalgia

Hot noodle soup sold by the old man at the end of the alley

The smell permeates the old backyard

Stray cat sleeping soundly and rocking on the swing

The setting sun shone through his eyes..."

Wei Zhu thought slightly and turned his head, just in time to see Lin Baiyao's slender jawline.

He crooned softly, like an old friend whispering in his ears. The gentle and delicate tune was melodious, making people instantly quiet.

"Can't remember which year and day

Very long yet very short years

Can't go back now

The time that has passed long ago..."

Wei Zhu turned her head again, and what she could see was only a few feet in front of her. The rest was completely occupied by snowflakes. Her eyebrows, her lips, and her body were as white as snow.

"I don't know what it is that I can't forget.

Can’t let go of familiar parts

Looking back, it has been many years..."

Lin Baiyao repeated the last part:

"I don't know what it is that I can't forget.

I can't remember what it was like back then

A place you can't even see or go to

Maybe the tone of the old street belongs to my sadness

Leaning on you and drifting away..."

The song lingered around the tree three times, and Wei Zhu burst into tears. Lin Baiyao whispered: "Cry, it will feel better if you cry..."

He didn't say anything to comfort you. The most ridiculous comfort in the world is that I understand your pain. No one can feel the same way as someone who is suffering.

However, since I have seen your pain, as a friend, companionship is the greatest support.

You want to come to church, you want to have snowball fights, you want to vent your feelings, you want to do extraordinary things without restraint...

It doesn't matter, I'm here.

Wei Zhu's tears couldn't stop flowing down her cheeks. She had been suppressing them for many years. This was the first time she had an emotional breakdown in front of outsiders.

Lin Baiyao touched his pocket and found no tissue. With his demeanor, he would not wipe the girl's tears with his hands without restraint.

That would seem too intimate, and Wei Zhu might not refuse because of his excitement.

But inappropriateness means inappropriateness. The quality of a person's character is often hidden in these tiny details.

However, Lin Baiyao's little move also caught Wei Zhu's eye, and how could she remain indifferent in her heart? She sat up, wiped away her tears, hugged her knees with both hands, and suddenly asked: "Is this a song you wrote?"

Her voice became much gentler. She used to be kind and gentle, but that kind of politeness and generosity only reflected her personal cultivation and character.

The gentleness of this moment revealed some unexplainable trust and closeness.

Lin Baiyao said casually: "No, I heard it from a friend by chance..."

"Is that your high school classmate who was admitted to the Capital Conservatory of Music?"

Lin Baiyao said awkwardly: "You and I are in the same class, don't you know that no one in high school was admitted to the Conservatory of Music?"

He was so used to talking nonsense that he forgot that this routine had already been exposed at the welcome party.
Chapter completed!