As night fell, the elves who had been silent during the day would wake up and extend the tail sound of the car infinitely. Occasionally, there would be awakened birds screaming, piercing the night sky, and killing the staggering cockroaches. I stumbled in fright. The building of Ding Chaoyang’s house is too high, on the 21st floor, I said: I always feel like I’m sleeping on a cloud. He laughed at my rich imagination and my head full of weird ideas. He is a calm and realistic man, and he thought I was too obsessed with novels and DVDs.However, he always leaves me alone in the lonely daytime, because I am a little woman who lives on code words, 24 years old, and sells my endless imagination to make a living.

In this night, our bodies have just experienced a blissful cleansing. His warm hands are on my waist, and the hazy orange floor lamp illuminates the ceiling into a warm scene. My head rests on the On his chest, he was about to fall into a deep sleep. In a trance, it seemed that there was a doorbell ringing, and his fingers moved around my waist. I raised my head and listened attentively. Sure enough, the doorbell knocked out a crisp sound in the silent night. I looked at him, and his face was sullen: "Who could it be? It's so late." Yeah, who's going to be a nuisance in this warm midnight?

Ding Chaoyang said: "It doesn't matter." He hugged me even tighter as he spoke. However, the unrelenting doorbell rang and my mind was flustered, so I poked him in the waist: "Go and have a look, maybe someone is looking for you urgently?" While putting on his pajamas, he said angrily: "The communication is so developed, no matter how urgent it is, a phone call is all it takes. Is it worth making a midnight alarm?" It is always irritating to interrupt the peaceful happiness, and Ding Chaoyang looked very lively when he was angry. I got up and dressed, and planned to go to the kitchen to pour water for a drink.

I followed Ding Chaoyang, planning to go to the kitchen to get a glass of water. Suddenly, a scream rushed out of Ding Chaoyang's throat. I threw down the water glass and ran out. I saw Ding Chaoyang with a pale face, wide eyes staring in panic, and fine beads of sweat quickly oozed from his forehead. . In the one year of acquaintance, I have never seen him lose his composure like this. I shook his arm and asked, "What's wrong?" He pointed straight at the cat's eye on the door and was speechless. I was about to climb up to look, but Ding Chaoyang pulled me back suddenly, as if there was a scourge outside the door.

As much as I love fantasy, my curiosity is also very heavy. In the gap he dragged back, I still caught a glimpse of the scene outside the door. Under the dim stair light, there was a snow-white skirt floating away lightly Now, there seems to be a chuckle like fine porcelain rubbing against each other, hanging on the skirt all the way, pattering, and going away... All of a sudden, I thought of countless fragments of ghost novels and movies, and my hands and feet turned cold. I grabbed Ding Zhaoyang's hand and asked anxiously, "What did you see?" He shook his head vigorously, as if to make sure that everything just now was just a dream, but when he raised his eyes, he saw the panic in my eyes, which was real.

We sat on the sofa in the living room, staring at each other blankly, unable to speak a word. After a while, he gradually calmed down, and I asked in a low voice, "What did you see?" Ding Chaoyang didn't answer me, but said abruptly, "Turn on the light." I said turn on the light. He hurriedly said, "Turn on all the lights!" I got up and turned on all the lights in all the rooms. The colorful lights decorated the room magnificently. Ding Chaoyang looked around for a while, then suddenly said: "Turn off the lights." I looked at him inexplicably. He got up and quickly turned off all the lights. In the dark, I heard him mutter: "The color of the light is too weird."

Then, he locked the doors of all the rooms, and finally locked me and him in the bedroom. We sat silently in the dark, I was a little uneasy and confused, but seeing that he was still in shock, I endured all my curiosity. A year ago, I met Ding Chaoyang on the plane from Shanghai back to Qingdao. We sat side by side. The journey makes people feel lonely. The so-called travel is easy to lead to romantic encounters is probably because of this psychological reason. Humans are group animals, like Fear of the cold is the same as fear of loneliness. Therefore, the lonely men and women who meet on the road always have stories easily, and the process must be fast and sticky.

Of course, there are also many men and women who will rely on this seemingly strong reason to make the encounter come faster and more directly. Knowing this, during the journey, I was reserved and silent, trying not to give men a chance to be frivolous. But even though I always try to sleep with my eyes closed on the plane or train, there will still be men who find all kinds of excuses to strike up a conversation.My seat is by the porthole, and Ding Chaoyang's seat is by the corridor. I pretended to sleep for a while, opened my eyes, and saw that Ding Chaoyang sitting next to me seemed to have fallen asleep. At that time, I didn't know his name was Ding Chaoyang.

I laughed at myself for being sentimental, and started to read an aviation magazine. He didn't pretend to care about the content of the magazine like some floating men, and leaned his head to read it with me and find opportunities to strike up a conversation. Until the stewardess came to deliver the drink and put the magazine on, I actually spilled a whole glass of Coke on his high-quality slacks. I still remember my appearance at that time. The man adopts similar means to get close to the strange woman Fangze, and tries to start a story. I stared blankly at the empty glass, looked at Ding Chaoyang who was still a little dazed after being woken up by the water, repeatedly said I'm sorry, I didn't know how to clean up, the place where the glass of water spilled was too sensitive.

He finally understood what was going on, looked at me, smiled slightly, said nothing, then got up and went to the bathroom, and we met when he came back. Until now, Ding Chaoyang still insisted that the glass of water was my deliberate plan, which made me angry and anxious to defend him, so he smiled wickedly and said, he just loves to see me defending him begging for nothing It looked like a ferocious little beast with sharp but harmless teeth. After returning to Qingdao, I took the initiative on the first date, because he insisted on refusing to accept the money I lost my trousers, so I invited him to dinner. I don’t like to be in debt to others, which makes me uneasy. After a long time, Ding Chaoyang said, This is one of the reasons why he liked me in the first place: to be upright and clean.

Gradually, dating became more and more frequent. He always traveled all over the country. I jokingly called him a trapeze artist. Then, I asked him what kind of occupation he was in to go to other places so frequently. He suddenly fell silent, his face gradually darkened, he smoked a cigarette, and then slowly said: "I'm going out of town, it has nothing to do with work." I smiled and clinked glasses with him: "Okay, just pretend I didn't ask." I am a curious person, but I never take the initiative to touch other people's privacy, one of which is lack of self-cultivation, and more importantly, privacy is the most secret pain in everyone's chest. I consider myself a kind woman. But he smiled lightly, and took the initiative to say: "I frequently go to other places to find my wife. She disappeared 5 years ago. In order to find her, I almost abandoned the company and lost all my wealth. Every time I go to a city, I will post revelations about missing people in the local media, and then I walk and walk in the streets and alleys of that city without taking a car. I hope that one day, we will suddenly meet on the streets of different places, 5 Years..." In my heart, I suddenly felt an indescribable feeling of loss and admiration. In this era of advocating fast-food love, such persistent and dedicated men are so rare that they are as precious as national treasures. The loss is because, in my heart, admiration has been quietly born, but he has his own heart. I tried my best to pretend that nothing had happened and chatted and ate with him. He stared at me blankly for a while and said, "Actually, many people say that she eloped with her lover, and many friends persuaded me to go to the court to declare her dead. In this way, my marriage with her will be dissolved, but I don't want to do that. I always feel that I want the court to declare her dead, as if I killed her with my own hands. I want her to live, even if it is only in my life My wish is in my imagination." That night, we stood under the desolate moonlight to bid farewell, and the sadness filled his eyes and soaked in my heart. For a long time, we did not contact again. About three months later, he called me and said he had gone to court.Then he said, "Can you come out and sit with me for a while?" At that time, I was on the fan tower in Zhouzhuang, overlooking the emerald green river that runs through Zhouzhuang. I was so excited when I heard his voice that I accidentally dropped my sunglasses into the river. Without even a moment's hesitation, I said okay. After picking up the line, I flew back to the hotel, packed my luggage, hailed a taxi and went straight to Shanghai Hongqiao Airport. At 6:30 in the evening, I dragged a huge suitcase, and I appeared in the dusty environment where I was hanging my coat. In front of Ding Chaoyang. He looked at me, then at the suitcase behind me: "Are you going out of town?" "No, I just came back." As I said that, I sat down, raised my chin and looked at him: "Thank you for welcoming me." He obviously guessed something, moved a little, turned around, stood by my side silently for a while, then bent down, hugged me, I didn't struggle, just buried my head on his shoulder, I shed tears, watching The happy tears of the dawn. I didn't ask anything, and he didn't say much. Every time he raised his glass, there was a desolate and knowing smile in his eyes, and my knowing smile was full of happiness. After the meal, he stuffed my suitcase into the trunk, carried me into the car without asking anything, I liked the faint smell of men's perfume on his body, the car stopped in front of an apartment building, and he pointed The sky said: "21st floor." I pretended to be frightened: "I have a fear of heights." He patted his chest: "There is me." I like this feeling. When a woman's heart is weak, a man pats his chest confidently and says that he has me, which will give a woman a sense of happiness and dependence for a lifetime. In fact, no matter how strong a woman is, she is weak in her bones. Hope Being dominated by a man, the happiness found under the lead of a man will double the sweetness. That night, Ding Chaoyang asked me to step on his feet and look at his house one by one, a large study room, a wall full of books, and a computer.The bedroom is decorated simply and warmly. On the wall, there are a few very new traces, which are square. I stared at it for a while, thinking, it should be a photo of his ex-wife. Presumably, in order not to embarrass me or It's awkward, before he asked me out, he had already processed those photos. I like men who are capable on the outside and good on the inside. Only kind people are good on it. The door of a room was locked, and Ding Chaoyang didn't take me to see it. It aroused my doubts, my eyes, and my lingering on that door several times. Curiosity turned a blind eye. He held me in his arms, picked me up and down with his feet, bowed his head and kissed me while walking, his warm hands were running on his back, the buckle of the bra was unbuttoned, and the light pink linen shirt Little by little, the skirt was slowly lifted to the neck, like a withered petal, falling off his head, his hand, like a warm cloud, on the waist, gently, over and over again gotta slide over... Later, he called my name in a low voice, and kissed me inch by inch. His lips were so soft, warming me so much that it gradually became difficult to hold back... I never knew that it turns out that love can make the body ecstatic. From that day on, I rarely went back to my home, except to go back to get some necessary things. After my mother had a long talk with Ding Chaoyang, she never called to chase me back. Ding Chaoyang is a down-to-earth man with a tall and straight figure, and his appearance is so upright that he reminds people of decent movie niches in the 1980s. I write, read, and watch DVDs every day. At night, I fall into the happiness that gods envy with him. I have the keys to his house. When he was not at home, I used the bunch of keys to open the locked door. It is futile to try every key. When I couldn't read or write, I would look at the door and think hard, thinking about the content that was blocked, what is it? It has been my curiosity for more than half a year. I was tired of sitting in the dark, and unconsciously got confused. When the sky was about to dawn, I was suddenly awakened by a scream. I saw Ding Chaoyang, sitting up from the bed dripping with sweat, his eyes were dull, and in the darkness, I reached out to touch his forehead, but he grabbed it nervously. I shook my hand desperately, and shouted: "Get out of here! Stay away from me." I froze for a moment, and then shed tears of grievance. Ding Chaoyang seemed to have woken up, and while wiping my tears, he muttered sorry, saying that he just had a nightmare. I sat up, looked at him, and asked, "What did you see last night?" Ding Chaoyang collected himself, was silent for a while, and said, "A face." "Is it a woman's face?" "how do you know?" "I saw a piece of skirt, but it was just a face. What's so scary?" "That face is too white, too white to be human." "Maybe the woman who came home late got off the wrong elevator and rang the wrong doorbell." "Human faces are not so white." He wiped the sweat from his brow. I hugged his arm and comforted him forcefully: "Go home so late, maybe it's a drunk woman, and some people turn pale when they're drunk." "But her lips are very red." "The red lips are because she wears lipstick." Soon, I was convinced by my own hypothesis, and I earnestly hoped that Ding Chaoyang would also be convinced by this hypothesis. The mentally strong Ding Chaoyang. Ding Chaoyang looked at me helplessly: "Well, I believe your assumption." Dawn gradually whitened the curtains, we got up, washed, cooked, and after breakfast, before Ding Zhaoyang changed his shoes and went out, he looked at me for a while: "Be good when you are alone at home, don't open the door casually." I said I got it. After Ding Chaoyang left, I went to the corridor to look around. The sunlight came in from the windows in the corridor, and the scene was peaceful and peaceful, no different from the usual morning. When I went downstairs to get the morning paper, I casually asked the security guard in the guard room: "Did anyone come home drunk last night?" The security guard was a muscular and talkative young man with a humble look in his eyes: "Of course there are. The people who live in this building are all people of some status, but which ones of some status are not involved in social gatherings? Drink when they are socializing." High ones, there are plenty of people around, it’s normal to come back at one or two o’clock in the middle of the night.” I yelled, and was about to ask again, when the security guard smiled and said, "Today, you are the second person who asked if anyone came home drunk at midnight last night, did someone drunk ring your doorbell by mistake?" I oh and said yes. After saying goodbye to the security guard, I heard the security guard ask from behind: "Excuse me, are you Mr. Ding's...?" I glanced back at him, feeling displeased already in my heart, after all, Ding Chaoyang and I are not yet married, it would be troublesome to explain to the outside world, so I didn't intend to answer. The security guard probably sensed my emotions, smiled sarcastically, and said, "Mr. Ding also came to ask this question in the morning, so I..." I waved my hand and said yes, I am Mr. Ding's wife.After I finished speaking, I blushed because of my lies. Although we love each other, we have no plans to get married. I don't know why, but I am always a little uneasy, always worried, what if Ding Chaoyang's ex-wife suddenly appears one day?How embarrassing should I be, and Ding Chaoyang, will he choose to protect the former love or treat the later love generously? According to his perseverance in finding his ex-wife for five years, I dare not be blindly optimistic. After hearing my answer, the guard's eyes became complicated, as if he had infinite sympathy, as if he had witnessed a secret background that I didn't know. I hate this kind of look in my eyes, it's somewhat pretentious. Back then, Ding Chaoyang's ex-wife disappeared amidst rumors of peach blossoms. Presumably, the entire apartment building was raped by the police who came to investigate the case. I simply stared straight at him and said, "Anything else?" Being questioned made him flustered with embarrassment, he shook his head and said no. I went one step further, and when I met some annoying people, I liked to chase after them, which annoyed him. The next time I saw me, I didn’t dare to provoke him again: “Well, I still want to ask a question, last night at midnight, Is there a woman in a white dress coming home late?" He shook his head, saying he didn't remember. I asked him to think about it again, and he shook his head more vigorously, and said, "There are a lot of people who came home late, I really can't remember." "However, it is your job responsibility to carefully screen everyone who enters and exits the apartment." I don't intend to let this wordy man easily let go of me.I want to let him know that there is a price to pay for touching other people's privacy, and sometimes the spiritual price is heavier than the material price. Like an animal that has retreated into a dead end, he finally couldn't hide his impatience, and even gradually became angry. He pretended to remember something and picked up a notepad: "I'm sorry, I was not on duty last night." I didn't look up again, and I walked towards the elevator contentedly. I'm sure that he wouldn't dare to talk to me easily again. When I entered the elevator, I saw him pointing at me and whispering to another security guard. I shot him with angry eyes. Unfortunately, I shot his eyes, and the elevator door was slowly closed soon. cut off. In the evening, Ding Zhaoyang came back early. He seemed to have something on his mind. He stood behind me and watched me fry the steak in silence. He didn’t wrap my waist around and kiss me as usual. Man, he likes to come and courteous me when I am busy in the kitchen. He caresses me as a prank and turns over the dishes in the pot. As a result, we always have to buy new plates, and those dishes are always fried to look hideous. Today, he didn't even touch me, I guess, he was still thinking about the doorbell ringing last night, and I, I have firmly believed that the person who came home late went to the wrong floor, and left in shame when he found himself ringing the wrong doorbell. went. Dinner was cooked to perfection, and I poured two glasses of wine, hoping it would relax him. He drank a glass of wine in two sips and poured himself another. I say drink less. He smiled. I said let's go for a walk by the beach after dinner. We live by the sea, and across the road is Dagong Coast. After dinner, we often lie on the balcony and watch the sea water dyed red by the sun. Fantasies, picking me up in the middle of the night, having sex on the balcony, facing the sea, the sky is full of sleepy-eyed fluffy stars, the sky is full of blinking, happiness flowing freely in the body... Then for many days, when I go out, in the elevator They all lowered their heads, as if the people in the whole building had peeked at the feast of the body that night.I told Ding Zhaoyang this worry, and he laughed at me for being too imaginative. Ding Zhaoyang didn't answer my fault. After the meal, after clearing the table, I changed my clothes and shoes, then looked at him, smiled and said nothing, he had no choice but to change his shoes, and went downstairs with me. I deliberately took his arm and passed by the security room. Unfortunately, the talkative security guard was not there, so I was a little disappointed. We walked by the seaside for a while, the sky was getting dark, I leaned on his shoulder and said, "Are you unhappy?" He said no. "You lie, you're not happy." He looked at me and said: "There are too many things in the company. It's time to put on spring clothes, but I haven't chosen a model for spring clothes yet." I know that the reason for his unhappiness is not that he didn't choose a Spring Festival costume model.But I don't know how to comfort him, and I don't want to mention what happened last night. Sometimes, to comfort a person's unhappiness, try not to mention the reason that makes him unhappy. Otherwise, it is tantamount to reminding and emphasizing repeatedly. worse. A wild cat jumped out from behind the reef, screamed meow, wiped Ding Chaoyang's trousers, and shot into the twilight like an arrow. Ding Chaoyang's face turned pale, and he kicked hard into the air, saying : "Foul smell!" I remember an old man once said that a dog is auspicious and a cat is bad.On this beach, there are groups of stray cats catching stranded small fish and crabs on the low tide beach. From the looks of it, Ding Zhaoyang's upset couldn't be easily resolved, so he had no choice but to take him home sullenly. That night, we slept peacefully, like an old married couple who have shared the same bed for many years. In the night, I woke up once and wanted to go to the bathroom. When I opened my eyes, I saw Ding Zhaoyang's eyes, shining brightly in the darkness, which shocked my heart. Soon, I turned over and pretended to be I didn't see it, I knew that if he found the panic in my eyes, he would be even more anxious. I deliberately turned on the desk lamp with a loud voice, got up and went to the bathroom, and when I came back, I saw Ding Chaoyang with his eyes closed, as if he was sleeping soundly, and the watch on the wall pointed to three o'clock in the morning. I stretched myself, went back to bed, and continued to sleep. I completely believed that the doorbell last night was indeed a misunderstanding. Then, he slept quietly until dawn, and quietly got up to cook. I guess Ding Zhaoyang fell asleep in the early morning and couldn't bear to disturb him. At the dinner table, Ding Chaoyang's energy was much better, so I said casually: "I asked the security guard, our building often has people who come back drunk at midnight, with drunken eyes, going to the wrong floor and ringing the wrong doorbell, it's normal. What's more, you also have a time to socialize until midnight." Ding Zhaoyang smiled, very calmly, expressing his agreement with my words. In the afternoon, Ding Chaoyang called back, saying that a client from out of town came and asked me not to wait for him to eat. I was compiling a suspense novel to cheat the manuscript fee, so I hastily agreed, and continued to click like flies. It was getting dark, and when I felt hungry, I realized that there was not even a vegetable leaf in the kitchen, so I drank a glass of milk and planned to go to bed early to forget my hunger. I often write and forget to eat. Ding Zhaoyang said, Fortunately, he appeared in time, otherwise, one day I would be immersed in the stories I made up and starve to death. In a daze, he fell asleep. When I heard the doorbell ring, it was already midnight. I took a look, and the side of the bed was still empty. I guessed it was Ding Chaoyang. Use the doorbell to shatter my dreams. As soon as I open the door, he will squeeze in through the crack of the door, grab me in his arms, and reach into the pajamas. He likes to find me as soon as he opens the pajamas. Like a naked fish, wrapped in it smoothly, dispelling his tiredness of the day, I like that when he sees my body like a happy child, he always thinks it is an expression of love, so , at night, I never wear other clothes except pajamas. I brushed my disheveled hair and rushed to the door. When I was about to open the door, I still subconsciously remembered midnight the day before yesterday, so the hand to open the door slowed down, and I lay down on the cat's eye and looked out. Then, I bit my finger tightly. Yes, I saw a woman in white, looking at me, her eyes, like a sharp weapon that can turn any hard into invisible, straightly, rushing towards my face, although there was a smile on her face, her eyes But so cold and sharp. I fell to the ground all of a sudden, and a low scream came out of my chest. Sitting on the cold marble floor, I kept comforting myself saying, hallucination, hallucination, I never believed in ghosts. However, my heart was beating hard, as if it was about to break through the barrier of my chest. After a long, long time, I stood up slowly, trembling and timidly, and looked out. Outside, only the dim staircase lights were on, illuminating an empty loneliness. I returned to the bed in a daze, thinking desperately, should I tell Ding Zhaoyang?Do you want to tell him?I kept asking myself: Is it an illusion?That's right, it must be the hallucination of thinking day by day and dreaming at night, I just had a dream, there is no need to trouble him. I hugged my knees tightly, curled up on the bed, and nervously looked out of Hei Meimei's window and the bedroom door, even the slightest sound would make me jump up. I finally couldn't bear the panic alone, so I called Ding Chaoyang, tried my best to pretend nothing had happened, and asked him when he would be back. He said that he was already downstairs in the parking lot.I paused and said you can open the door with the key yourself, I am too lazy to get out of bed. He said yes. Soon, there was the sound of keys on the door. When he entered the bedroom, I almost plunged into his arms, and he stroked my hair: "What's wrong with my little pea?" I said miss you. He held my chin, looked at me for a while, smiled erotically and said, "Wait for me." There was the sound of splashing water in the bathroom, and soon he came back, and the light hit his firm and slightly dark skin, giving off a metallic luster. Yes, my body was full of terrified screams, and I needed an excuse to let them out. That night, I screamed again and again, encouraging him to gallop like a brave warrior in the sea of ​​lust. Actually, that night, I didn't have an orgasm, all the screaming was just out of horror.I kept asking him to change positions, and he happily said you are crazy. He didn't know that the change of movement was just because I always felt that wherever I looked, I could see the woman's cold eyes, shooting at me coldly, but no matter which direction I changed, those eyes were always chasing after me. I, make me, have nowhere to escape... In the excitement of Ding Chaoyang, I finally burst into tears, I was deeply desperate, desperate for falling into this fatal illusion. Although I'm pretty sure it's a hallucination followed by extreme fear. Ding Zhaoyang, on the other hand, took my tears streaming down his face as a reaction after an extreme orgasm. I didn't want to disappoint him, so I didn't explain it. It's just that, like a little sloth, I clung to him tightly and wouldn't let him See the horror in my eyes. He doesn't know anything. After Ding Chaoyang went to work, I decided to search for traces in the apartment building. Instead of taking the elevator, I went up the stairs to the 38th floor.Every time I go to a floor, I will turn around in the corridor. During the day, the apartment building is very quiet. Occasionally, there will be the cry of a child and the cough of an old man from a certain door. Of course, there will also be the sound of mahjong. There was an old man who went out who had doubts about me, who looked hesitant. I knew that I couldn't explain it clearly, and I couldn't gain her trust, because I didn't want to tell her that I lived on the 21st floor. It took me a whole day to walk all over the 38 floors, and I didn't meet anyone who looked like that woman. At dusk, I stood exhausted on the first floor, and when I looked up, I saw that talkative woman again. Security guard, seeing that I saw him, he hurriedly looked away and pretended to look through the visitor registration book. I hesitated, walked over, knocked on the window, and said, "Excuse me, I have something to ask you." He looked at me a little awkwardly, as if he didn't know what kind of problem I would have to embarrass him, but he still kept a polite smile. I said, "Did a woman in a white dress come into the apartment at midnight last night?" He shook his head. "Then is there such a woman living in this apartment?" I described the woman's appearance, she was as thin as a paper, with a white face, slender and cold eyes, she likes to purse her lips, and her hair was long to her waist... He seemed to be thinking about it for a while, and shook his head at me apologetically. The extreme exhaustion and inner panic made me unable to restrain my emotions anymore, and I shouted at him a little out of control: "How can you do this? You don't even know who lives in the apartment? To those who enter the apartment in the middle of the night How can it be so negligent, then, how can the safety of the owner be guaranteed?" He was a little angry, but tried his best to restrain himself: "I'm sorry, Mrs. Ding, last night was not my night shift." Then, he turned around and knocked on a window at the back, and said, "Hey, don't sleep, get up and answer Mrs. Ding's question." In his tone, he deliberately overemphasized the word Mrs. Ding, as if he was implying that I was pretending to be Mrs. Ding, because everyone in the apartment knew that Mrs. Ding disappeared 5 years ago. I was so ashamed and angry that I wanted to kick him violently, so I stared at him, bit my lip hard, and restrained the rapidly expanding anger. Soon, a sleepy man came out of the rest room behind the security room, rubbed his eyes and asked impatiently, "What's the matter?" The talkative security guard pointed at me: "Mrs. Ding wanted to ask you, did a woman in a white skirt enter the apartment at midnight last night?" The security guard let out a groan, and looked at his sleepwalking trance face, knowing that he couldn't ask anything, turned around, and I walked towards the elevator bitterly. His very sure voice sounded behind him: "No." My heart just dropped. I decided to find out about this, not because I don't want to believe in ghosts in the world, but because I'm afraid that after I believe it, I'll be in panic all the time. It is said that a woman's intuition is the most accurate. First of all, I can no longer lie to myself. The woman who rang the doorbell at midnight was definitely not a hallucination. Now, the first thing I do is to find out whether there is such a woman living in the apartment, and after I find out, I will make detailed considerations. I can't expect the security guard to help me, otherwise, according to the security guard's talk, everyone will know about the matter before it is clarified.I first want to give myself an identity so that I can go deep into every house in the apartment without arousing suspicion. I didn't tell Ding Chaoyang what I thought. I vaguely felt that the midnight doorbell had a lot to do with him.Otherwise, with his calmness and composure, how could he be so panicked? At night, I looked at him and said lightly, "I want to find a division of labor." He put down half of the evening paper he had read, and said, "Forget it, the employment situation is too severe now, and I don't have enough money to spend." "I don't work for money. The manuscript fee is enough. I just want to get in touch with the society. I always stay at home, and the works I write will be out of touch with society." "Oh?" He looked at me as if my reasons were not good enough. I act like a baby: "I'm serious, I'm gathering with my friends, and they all say that I've been held in a vacuum and sterile closed space for too long, and coming out to accept the ravages of cruel reality will allow me to write more powerful works. " "Then, you go to work in my company, so that you don't run into a wall when you are looking for a job." Then, he hugged me, put me on his lap, and said seriously: "I am within my sight, and I am at ease." I laughed and broke free: "It's better to avoid it, under the cover of your wings, how can I have the opportunity to come into contact with the cruelty of life?" He thought about it and agreed. A week later, I became an insurance agent. When Ding Chaoyang heard about it, he almost lost his temper. He threw my insurance agency card on the ground and said angrily, "You really don't know the danger, do you know that? As an insurance salesman, you can meet any bad guy." I cautiously defended myself: "I know, but this is the only way to get in touch with all kinds of people." He looked at me angrily and said nothing. That night, he slept at one end of the bed, and ignored me angrily. I hugged a Popa bear instead of his arm. In the past nights, I always fell asleep with one arm around him. After a while, he abruptly pulled out the bear from my arms, threw it on the floor, and stuffed his arms into my arms angrily. When he got angry, I put my eyelashes on his skin and flickered. At first he tried his best to hold back his smile, but in the end he was always defeated. This time, too, his tense face suddenly parted, hugged me to his chest, and sighed, "I love you so much." I said yes, he hugged me hard, closed his eyes, and kissed me softly... The doorbell rang crisply. We stared at each other dumbfounded, as dumb as clay sculptures. I slowly slid off Ding Chaoyang's body, he sat up suddenly, and I firmly grabbed his arm, preventing him from going to the door. He looked at me with a sad expression. I almost said in a begging voice not to go. He stared blankly at the wall, neither nodding nor shaking his head. The night was very quiet, and the crisp doorbell rang again and again... My heart gradually changed from extreme panic to calmness. After thinking about it, I said, "She came here when you were not at home." Ding Zhaoyang opened his eyes wide: "Is it daytime?" "No, it was the night you went out to drink." He groaned, with anxiety and fear in his eyes: "Her appearance is too scary." "Well, like a ghost." He grabbed my hand all of a sudden, it hurt me so much, I sat up and stood side by side with him: "However, I don't believe in ghosts." He looked at me without saying a word, his eyes flickering. "Let's go and open the door!" I had a plan in my heart.He looked at me quizzically, like a child planning a ridiculous prank. "Let's dial 110 first, and then, go to open the door, don't look into the peephole, just quickly open the door, catch her off guard, and see who she is." Ding Zhaoyang seemed to have used a lot of strength to make up his mind, let's forget about 110, I still don't believe it, a big man like me can scare a woman who knocks on the door in the middle of the night? As he said, he got up, picked up the baseball bat from behind the door, and walked quietly towards the door. We bowed our heads and kept our voices quiet. Afterwards, we looked at each other knowingly, and suddenly opened the door. Suddenly, Ding Chaoyang slammed He swung his stick and smashed it out of the door. God, this was a blow that could kill someone. If she was a woman who was in a trance or had sleepwalking, what would happen if she continued with this stick?I yelled: "Ding Chaoyang, don't!" However, it was too late, the baseball bat was smashed out with a sudden sound of wind...