Qimen Dunjia

Chapter 4 There seems to be someone

It was the weekend and the weather was fine.

Sang Ya received a call from the girl who had kissed her after she was drunk. She said that some classmates wanted to go to the park together today and asked Sang Ya if they could go.Sang Ya said she was not interested and refused.

Then, she left home alone, took a bus, and wandered aimlessly.She doesn't want to listen to her mother nagging at home.

When the bus stopped at the park, she put on a straw hat and got out.

She doesn't want to go to the park with those classmates.Since she was a child, she has been not very gregarious and only likes to be alone.

The park is in the city center and there are quite a lot of people.

Sang Ya went in, found a lawn, and sat down.

It was April, and the flowers and plants were tender and tender.The wind is soft and smells very fresh.

It's quiet here.There is only a little boy next to Sangya, watching the ants on the ground.The ants were so big that Sangya could even see their eyes and mouths.They have their means of survival, their way of communication, their division of labor, and their order... It's just that they don't know that someone is observing them at this time.If you compare ants to humans, what is a little boy?
Suddenly murderous intent appeared in the little boy's eyes. He stretched out two fingers, caught an ant, and crushed it to death.It was a worker ant, which had just returned from collecting food outside, just like the female worker mentioned above, who was on her way home from get off work.It didn't know that a hand suddenly appeared in mid-air, killing it in an instant, just like the female worker who didn't know that a direct lightning strike at the fifth corner of the dead end would kill her.It was the little boy who crushed the ant to death, who was behind the lightning strike that killed the female worker?

The little boy looked around and chose the second worker ant.The worker ant's death is inevitable, because the little boy's hand has already been stretched out...

Sangya shouted: "Little friend!"
The little boy immediately withdrew his hand and looked up at Sangya—this human accident changed the fate of the second worker ant.

Sang Ya smiled and asked, "How old are you?"
The little boy said, "Eight years old."
What if one of its kind suddenly called out behind that mysterious force at the moment when the night shift girl or the shoe repairer was killed?

Then the little boy looked down for the worker ant, but couldn't recognize it.He stretched out his hand to the third worker ant.If the third worker ant was crushed to death, it should be purely accidental, but at that time just now, Sang Ya must have interrupted the little boy's actions, and now, the death of the third worker ant is inevitable...

When Sang Ya was about to call him to stop again, someone shouted: "Sang Ya!"
Sangya turned her head and saw the girl who asked her out. She walked over with several other classmates and said, "Don't you say you won't come?"
Sang Ya said apologetically, "I'm waiting for a handsome guy."
The girl said: "Haha, I see, there is a date! Let's wait for him together."
Sangya said, "Don't make trouble, please."
The girl said: "The few of us have now become friends and despised sex. It seems that we are getting old."
While they were exchanging pleasantries, the little boy killed the third worker ant and ran away happily.

After several classmates left, Sangya sat down and continued to watch the ants.

If several of Sangya's classmates hadn't come over, if Sangya stopped the little boy again, then the third worker ant would have taken a life, and the bad luck of death might have fallen on the fourth worker ant...

It is impossible for ants to know these things.

Even if they have religion and philosophy, they will never be able to understand the existence of human beings, their computers, emotions, dictionaries, etc.

In another way of thinking, if those of us who live in this world are all characters in the book, then who is the author?Who is arranging our life and death?Who is arranging our joys and sorrows?Who arranges our good and bad luck?

After watching the ants for a while, Sangya raised her head and looked to the north.

That's the opposite direction from Dad.

At this time, she and Lou Xiaolou had known each other for more than a month.He is a Chinese medicine doctor.The two often chat online, but they haven't talked on the phone, sent photos, or watched videos.

He and she are blurred with each other.

Sangya likes this feeling.

It was almost noon when we left the park.

At the gate of the park, someone is recording, it should be someone from the TV station.Surrounded by some passers-by to watch the fun.

Sang Ya went around, but was stopped by the TV station: "Are you a middle school student? We want to interview, do you like Andy Lau?"
Sang Ya covered her face with a straw hat and said, "I'm sorry, I don't know you."
Then, she hurried over.She felt like being interviewed as a passer-by would look silly on TV.She didn't know that it was this shot that saved her life.

At [-]:[-] p.m. that night, this program was broadcast on the entertainment channel of Huadu TV Station. It was a special feature, "Talk about idols, talk about fans".

Sang Ya turned off the TV and went back to the bedroom to read.

Although she is a middle school student, she has never worshiped a star.She has her name, she has her experiences different from others, she has her dreams, she has her fingerprints, she has her personality and temper, she is her.As soon as fans are mentioned, a noble individual immediately becomes a group that lacks individual characteristics, blindly follows the crowd, and has no facial features.Vermicelli, without bones, is soft; without toughness, it will break when pulled; without taste, it tastes like what it is stewed with...

The predecessor of vermicelli is potato.

Sangya felt that she could be an ordinary person, she could be the silent majority, but she would never be anyone's fan. She would rather be a potato than be destroyed by some kind of fanaticism.The potato is whole, even though it is hidden in the ground and unknown, it is also a kind of low-key that no one dares to underestimate.

The TV in her house is off, but the TVs in thousands of homes are on.

She has appeared on thousands of televisions.The reporter asked: "Are you a middle school student? We want to interview, do you like Andy Lau?"
She covered her face with a straw hat and said, "Sorry, I don't know."
This is also an attitude, so the TV station kept it in the program.

Sang Ya never expected that she would catch an unexpected pair of eyeballs as she flashed across the TV screen.This person quietly stepped into the door of her lonely life in a way she never expected.

There are still two months before the college entrance examination, and my mother is already busy with work, asking around for supplements for her, which college entrance examination sprint class to enroll in, which volunteer software to buy for the college entrance examination... Sang Ya is too lazy to think about these, and goes to school as usual.

On Monday, after school, she sat alone in the classroom reading idle books, and did not leave until it was getting dark.

Walking on the road, she suddenly felt a little strange.

She looked back, in the twilight, an old man was chatting with another old man on the side of the road; a young mother was pulling a naughty little boy with difficulty, and the little boy was holding a water gun and firing it from his mouth; Five or six people were riding bicycles with expressionless faces, staring straight ahead; three cars were driving slowly...

She watched for a while, then turned around and continued walking.

If someone reaches out and touches your spine, you will feel it.If there is someone behind you who keeps staring at your spine, you will also feel it.If you don’t believe me, you can do an experiment: close your eyes, stretch out your left palm, and use one finger of your right hand to draw circles against your left palm. Keep the left palm and right finger away from each other by one centimeter.Soon you will feel the circle spinning in the palm of your left hand.

Recently, there is a boy in the class named Zhu Xi who has been chasing Sang Ya.His father is a real estate agent, and every day a special driver drives him to school and picks him up after school.He was pampered and spoiled since he was a child, and he always spoke with a little awkwardness.

Zhu Xi is 17 years old this year.

For a while, Sang Ya was in a bad mood, and Zhu Xi drank wine with her twice.That kid can't drink enough, he gets drunk every time, and it was Sangya who sent him home.In Sangya's eyes, he is a child who will never grow up.

One day, he sent Sangya a courtship text message that was widely circulated, which smelled like a mobile phone.Sang Ya thought he was joking and didn't care.Unexpectedly, since then, similar text messages have been appearing in her mobile phone, and they are all ready-made text messages flooding the Internet.It caused her to have a physical labor every time before going home, which was to delete his nasty text messages.She didn't want to be discovered by her mother, and felt ashamed.

Sang Ya has always disagreed with the idea of ​​puppy love.Love happens naturally. If you kill this love because you are young and have to wait until you are older to create another, is there anything more stupid than this?

Her rejection of Zhu Xi has nothing to do with her age.

Once, Sang Ya was rowing in the park with some girls, and received a text message from Zhu Xi again: When you are there, you are everything; when you are not, everything is you.She replied: I heard that Shuangxi Spring is good, and I plan to go on a light boat.I'm afraid that the boats in Shuangxi will not be able to carry them, so many goosebumps.

Once again, Zhu Xi asked Sang Ya to have dinner, but Sang Ya refused.When school was over, he blocked her at the school gate, his eyes were red, and asked her why she rejected him?She faltered for a long time, but did not say Ziwu Maoyou.

She really couldn't tell why.

That night, she sorted out her emotional world, and found that not only Zhu Xi, but she was not interested in any boys around her.Why is this so?After much deliberation, she seemed to have finally found the reason - because of that northern man named Lou Xiaolou.The answer surprised her.

Although Zhu Xi is entangled, but after all we meet every day, he will not be a tail.

Thinking of this, Sang Ya felt a little paranoid.

She let go and continued walking towards the house.

The eyes behind her seemed to be still following her, she was fast and he was fast, and she was slow and he was slow.

Is it mom?impossible.If my mother doubted her, she would call her in front of her and ask her to understand.is teacher?It's also impossible. In the eyes of the teacher, she has never received such attention.

She turned her head again and saw a young man wearing a peaked cap and a mustache, much like a spy in the 20s and 40s.When he saw Sangya turn her head, he moved his eyes away from her buttocks.

Sang Ya gave him a hard look, and continued to walk forward.She thought he would give up following her, but when she walked for a while and turned around again, he was still walking behind, at the same distance as before.Seeing Sang Ya looking back at him for the second time, he even smiled at her strangely.

At this time, Sangya was walking on the street, and had to cross an alley for a while before returning home.She lives in Miyun Community.

She looked down, and today she took off her sneakers by accident and put on a pair of hemp wedges.These shoes are obviously not suitable for running.

The feeling of loneliness accompanied her since she was a child, and now she suddenly added fear.She thought that she had undoubtedly encountered a pervert, or a perverted murderer.She even wanted to send Zhu Xi a text message, asking him to save her.I took out my phone, and it ran out of battery!She thought she couldn't let the stalker discover the secret, so instead of putting the phone back in her pocket immediately, she pretended to make a call.

Several of the girls once talked, what should they do if they are really powerless to resist when they encounter a pervert?Some people say that if you have to carry a condom with you, you have to take measures yourself.Some people say, discuss it with the pervert and make it for him with your mouth.In this way, both physically and psychologically, the loss will be minimized...

Sangya felt sick at the thought of this.

She had to turn into that alley ahead, and she didn't dare to go any further. She stopped and walked into a store, pretending to look at clothes.She looked out through the glass, and the man walked under the bus stop sign, just as a car pulled up, he stepped up, and when the door closed, he smiled at Sang Ya from a distance.

Sangya let out a long breath.

She walked out of the store and turned into the alley she had to pass.

The alley was very quiet, save for the sound of her footsteps.No, not a pair, there seems to be another pair on the back...

The young man in the peaked cap got on the bus, and she clearly saw the bus drive away. Could it be that he wasn't the real stalker?

She stopped, turned her head, the sound of those footsteps seemed to have stopped, the alley was quiet, and there was no one there.Her scalp was a little numb, she turned around and quickened her pace.

As she walked, she felt movement behind her, and when she turned her head again, her eyes widened—in the empty alley, a baby carriage appeared, with a hood of red background and black flowers, and a gauze curtain hanging in front, It can be vaguely seen that there is a baby sitting upright in the car, quietly looking at Sangya in front of him.No one pushes the stroller, it just keeps moving forward!Crooked, left and right, just like a person who can't drive is driving, walking the "S" route.

She turned her head around and walked forward at a faster pace. When she reached the gate of her own community, she looked back and saw that the baby carriage was far away from her, and it was still moving forward slowly. The baby is still looking at her through the gauze curtain...

She got into the door of her house, tired all over, and went upstairs slowly. The baby carriage kept appearing in her mind. It was slowly rolling forward quietly in the empty alley... that's all That's all, what scares her the most is the baby's eyes behind the gauze curtain!After much deliberation, there was only one explanation—maybe the baby had a naughty older brother who pushed the baby out, but Sang Ya couldn't see him because he was bending forward behind the car...

However, she herself felt that such an explanation was too far-fetched.

Finally home, she rang the doorbell hard.

Mom opened the door and asked seriously, "Why did you come back so late? The phone is also turned off!"
At this time, the puppy raised by the mother jumped out through the crack of the door and barked at her.Normally, as soon as she came back, Tiaotiao would rush over, rubbing and licking around her, but today it was a bit abnormal.Sangya didn't answer her mother, but went in.Before the mother closed the door, Tiaotiao squeezed out, and continued to scream with her head up.

When Sang Ya saw this scene, her scalp went numb. She felt that the people following her were standing outside the door!No matter how he yelled under his feet, his eyes still passed through the crack of the door, staring at Sangya...

Mom went out, hugged Tiaotiao by the waist, and muttered: "What's wrong with you today? Damn it!"
After her mother closed the door, Sangya walked over and looked out through the peephole. The corridor was empty, and her heart was empty, so she turned and leaned against the door.

Mother put down Tiaotiao, Tiaotiao snorted dissatisfiedly, turned and ran away.

Mom looked at her face and asked, "What's wrong with you?"
She lowered her head and said, "I miss Dad."
When school was over on Friday, Sangya turned on her phone, and the text message rang.

It's from Zhu Xi: Tomorrow is the weekend, let's accompany you to a Korean barbecue restaurant for a drink tonight?

Although Sangya has a strong personality, she doesn't like the word "accompany".She likes Lou Xiaolou's tone: I will take you to the past and to the future.

I'll bring you.

She needs a strong mature man to "take".

Moreover, Zhu Xi used question marks, giving the impression of hesitation, probing, and requesting.Lou Xiaolou used full stops, domineering, firm, and undeniable.

She returned a text message to Zhu Xi: No, I'm going home.

Then, he picked up his schoolbag and left.Unexpectedly, when she reached the entrance of the alley, she was about to turn in when a black car stopped beside her.The car door opened, and Zhu Xi got out of the car with a paper bag in hand. He turned to the driver and said, "Uncle Liu, you should go back first. I have something to do with my classmates."
The driver nodded and drove off.

Standing in front of Sang Ya, Zhu Xi said somewhat cautiously: "Sang Ya, why did you reject me?"
Sangya said, "I'm not in the mood."
Zhu Xi said: "Maybe, if you are with me, you will become happier. If you don't believe me, you can try it."
Sang Ya said, "I'm not even in the mood to try it, so go home."
Zhu Xi looked at Sangya for a while, then handed her the paper bag in her hand: "I bought you a skirt, you should like it."
Sang Ya took it over and took a look at the skirt, it was very high-end.She put it in a paper bag and stuffed it to him: "Thank you. I can't have it."
Zhu Xi asked, "Why?"
Sang Ya was a little annoyed: "We are classmates, what do you mean by buying me a skirt?"
Zhu Xi said: "I see you always wear jeans, never a skirt, so..."
Sang Ya said: "Okay, I have to go home, it's too late and my mother should scold me again. I will ask you out when I am in the mood."
After speaking, she turned around and left.

After walking a long distance, she heard Zhu Xi say: "Sang Ya, you don't need to like me, but you can't refuse that I like you."
Sang girl didn't answer and said, "It's up to you."
(End of this chapter)