It’s okay not to mention those past events. Chen Mo looked up at the sky with complicated eyes.
"I'll call you when the scores are announced tomorrow."
"good."
The two of them discussed this topic in a tacit understanding, and no one mentioned it again.
"Is your dad okay with you? He..."
"It's very good. His emotional state is much better now. In addition to drinking some wine, his daily routine is much better."
"Well, okay, that's good."
"Why are you crying? Are you okay?"
A gentle middle-aged male voice came from the other end of the phone, seeming a little worried.
"No, it's okay."
The woman responded. Then she said to the phone:
"Then you should also pay attention to your health. I won't disturb you at this late hour. You must remember to call me when you get your score tomorrow."
"good."
After hanging up the phone, Chen Mo looked at the phone for a long time and slowly put it into his pocket.
I was not in a hurry to go home, so I sat on the roadside, lit up a cigarette, and started smoking. After finishing the cigarette, I stood up, looked up at the boundless starry sky and the white moonlight, and stretched out sadly.
I dusted myself off and walked home.
When he opened the door, the lights in Lao Chen's room had been turned off.
Chen Mo couldn't help but smile. It seemed that he really had to get up early to wait for his results. He actually went to bed so early today and didn't drink until midnight with his drinking buddies.
commendable.
Through the window of the room, he saw Lao Chen sleeping soundly on the bed. Chen Mo's lips curled up slightly. He walked in quietly, tucked Lao Chen in, turned up the temperature of the air conditioner slightly, then closed the door and left.
I returned to my room, washed up, turned on my computer, exported today's photos, washed my hands, and opened the Weibo page on my phone with a pious attitude.
Then I found that the newly posted posts still only had a sporadic six or seven likes.
Chen Mo sighed helplessly, let's take it slow.
He felt that he must have been under some kind of curse. Any private job he took or the video he shot could become popular. On the contrary, no one recognized the works he shot seriously, whether on the Internet or in real life.
It seems that he still needs to participate in some formal competitions to get his reputation out, so that he can get out in the professional photography circle and let people calm down and appreciate his works.
…
Night enveloped the earth, and everything was silent except for the chirping of insects and the rustle of the breeze.
The night passed quickly.
Due to the biological clock, at five o'clock the next day, the sky was bright and Chen Mo opened his eyes on time.
There's no way around it, it's a habit I developed in junior high school.
By five o'clock he was no longer sleepy.
I got up out of habit and did more than a hundred push-ups. After sweating, I went to take a shower.
When I turned on my phone, it was still only 5:25.
Yesterday I saw on the website of the Provincial High School Recruitment Office that the score checking channel would be open at around 9 or 10 o'clock today.
There are still four or five hours left.
Chen Mo had no intention of spending these four or five hours at home.
It’s such a great time, it would be a waste not to take some photos.
However, I don’t know why, Chen Mo always has a very strange feeling today...
It seemed as if something important was about to happen.
Oh yes!
Today is not only the day of scoring, but also his eighteenth birthday on the lunar calendar.
Is it because of this reason?
But there is still an indescribable strange feeling in my heart.
That feeling is very strong.
I suppressed the strange feeling in my heart.
Chen Mo, who is willing to put down anything for taking pictures, is still strong and fearless wandering on the street.
It doesn’t matter, just love him. So many things have happened in recent years, haven’t you killed him?
Heading straight to the first destination today.
After walking around on familiar roads, we came to an abandoned building that was half demolished but not completely demolished.
After skillfully climbing to the top floor, Chen Mo stood on the edge of the roof, overlooking the earth, stretching out his arms and embracing the endless blue sky and white clouds.
Lifting the camera, watching the sun rise in the distance, just about to cross the horizon, the beautiful morning glow exudes extremely dazzling light, slowly pouring on the earth, it is so beautiful.
Find the right moment and press the shutter.
Click!
The back of a woman with disheveled hair appeared in the lens out of thin air, blocking his entire view of the lens.
!
It really just appeared out of thin air.
You must know that what he filmed was the scene outside the building.
The camera lens is completely pointed towards the sky and distant floors.
Suddenly a woman with disheveled hair appeared outside the balcony fence. A normal person would probably be frightened to death.
This is the beginning of a thriller.
Fortunately, Chen Mo is not normal.
He was just stunned for a moment and took a step back slightly to prevent the woman's blood from getting on the camera.
After looking at the woman carefully for a moment, Chen Mo put down the camera with a little bit of disappointment in his eyes after confirming that she was a living person.
Holding the fence with one hand, he jumped over directly.
He ran to the woman and squatted down.
It was as if we were not on top of a tall building, where if we step on the wrong foot, we would see the King of Hell outside the railing, but on the curb beside an ordinary street.
Two children squatted in rows.
The woman seemed to have been here for a long time, because there were blood stains all over the floor.
It leaks from a woman's body.
If there hadn't been some daylight at this time, it would have been like filming a ghost movie like The Grudge.
The temperature on the high-rise building was not high, even a little chilly, and a strong cold wind blew on the ruined and unfinished building.
Under the two of them were windows that had been partially demolished. All the glass and plastic had been removed, leaving only an empty building. There were spots of mold stains and moss spreading on it, staining the exposed red bricks. The iron fence was stained with spots.
It was also covered with large rolled up reddish-brown rust spots, poking precariously on the balcony, gently swaying with the cold wind.
There was an aura of silent terror everywhere.
Accompanied by the whistling of the cold wind, it seems to be digging into the biological instincts, fear of the unknown and loneliness buried deep in people's hearts.
In ordinary ghost movies, there is no need for a set.
The woman didn't look like a normal person. She seemed to have been soaked in water. Her skin was white, as if it had been painted with paint. It was an uncomfortable and extremely sickly paleness.
The whole person looks very frail and thin, like a paper figure, and the wind can ruthlessly tear her to pieces.
She was indeed like this, like a rag doll hanging on the railing, swaying in the wind, unable to sense danger or fear.
Even when a person suddenly appeared and squatted next to her, she didn't react at all. She just turned her head slightly and glanced at Chen Mo without saying anything or reacting at all.
It seemed that it didn't matter to her whether the person who came out was a human or a ghost.
The woman didn't look like a living person at all at this time.