Don't go out in foggy weather.

"* * *, the fog is so big, nima, it's you. If you can buy more things yourself, shall I come out with you? " A well-dressed yellow hair shouted to the people around him.

For this wealthy coastal university, the most exciting thing is to play in the dormitory all night after the smog. If it weren't for the school background and strict management, these two sai-jo really couldn't stop them. And what about the man who was scolded? Ordinary clothes and separate books are out of tune with this school and the people around you. At this point, he is passive to Nuo Nuo, and he can only bear the reprimand of others silently.

How did he come to an aristocratic school? In fact, it is also a coincidence that he studies well, but he has no money at home. That autumn, when his family was busy harvesting crops in the field, a BMW sped along the potholed country road and headed for a big tree. After a loud noise, the car emitted smoke, and his father rushed to save people. He rescued a man from the back seat who was not seriously injured. That man turned out to be the principal of this school. He also entered this school because of his father's kindness.

However, even if he knew the headmaster and was bullied at school, he dared not complain. Although the headmaster expects them to make achievements in these rare high flyers, he can't conflict with the forces behind these rich children, let alone take care of them meticulously. The only thing he can do is to distribute all kinds of subsidies to keep the students at school calm.

Yellow hair saw that he didn't talk, so he closed his mouth. For this classmate who didn't scold him back, Huang Mao has no interest in teasing him.

"Hey? Poor turtle, did you hear anything? " Huang Mao suddenly asked, "No, Third Brother, I heard you." He is still passive to Nuo Nuo. "Grass, * * * get ready. I will go shopping with you in the middle of the night. Look at this road, except for you and me, the lame old man is on the side. " The poor turtle looked up and wandered around, but he didn't see any old people. He sighed silently and asked him to do all kinds of work every day. I always scold him if I have nothing to do, and even go out to buy things for them and scare him. Sometimes he is really fed up, but there is nowhere else for him to go to college.

This will make Huang Mao have nothing to say, as if he can feel at ease when someone talks to him. I don't know whether he is really afraid or trying to scare the poor turtle. "Ah, you said that my school really killed anyone before? I heard that people like you are similar. You said you studied well, but why did you come here? Wouldn't it be nice to just find a university? Tens of thousands of dollars, a college diploma, have to come here,, "

The poor turtle is silent. How can these constantly chauffeured people understand their lives? At the same time, through these words, the poor turtle can be more sure that Huang Mao really scared him, but the day was really chilly.

Huang Mao went on to say, "Look at this road, it's all white and endless. In addition to the street lights on both sides, the two green warning lights at the door are like lanterns for charming children. This road is Huangquan Road? " Say that finish yellow hair sepulchral smile.

"Third brother, don't scare me. It's a strange day." "Damn, who scared you so much? I can talk to you for a while, but you won't answer me Did you itch again if you didn't clean your skin these two days? When you get to the supermarket, do some shopping and go back quickly. I don't want to stay here for a minute. " The poor turtle sighed again, silently chose something, and carried two cases of beer by himself, while Huang Mao only took a few bags of snacks. Two people once again set foot on this' dead road'

Still the light, still the road, still the old man limping slowly forward. But the difference is that the old man was across the road when he went, but he had to pass by the old man when he came back. Yellow hair is a little uneasy and confused. Even if the old man is lame, why does he walk so slowly? Soon after, the two returned to the dormitory, but Huang Mao looked emotional, because when he passed by the old man, he seemed to hear what the old man was whispering, but the poor turtle who was deliberately arranged by Huang Mao on the roadside said that he didn't hear anything. Back in the dormitory, he can't say anything, for fear that these people will laugh at his cowardice, which is also one of his weaknesses. He came out today partly because of the lottery and partly because they said he was timid and provoked.

The bright lights in the dormitory dispelled some chill. Today, they use this dormitory-because there are six people living in a small villa. This is their dormitory. There are six people in the dormitory, and only four people eat and drink tonight. The other two, one is a poor turtle and the other is the boss of the dormitory. Dormitory owners don't know why, they rarely fool around with them at the beginning of this semester, and they have never targeted poor turtles this semester. Conscience? Or what have you been through? This is not clear.

However, two people who don't drink are treated differently. The boss's family is rich and powerful, even if they scold them a few words, they will laugh, but the poor turtle can't. He must wait on them. Maybe this is fate?

After three rounds of wine, Huang Mao still felt chilly, and the wine didn't embolden him. However, it gave him the courage to tell what happened tonight. "Say, it's not that I'm timid. Today is fucking evil. The poor turtle went in and I came out. I heard the old man say' don't go out in this fog', but he said he didn't hear anything, damn it. "

"shh!"

"Mama of, can't you pay attention to, bachelor? You can lift the bottle cap with your teeth all day. It's so loud that it really scares me! " Yellow hair hit the thin and tall young man. He looked at Huang Mao and smiled lewdly. He lifted the beer bottle and gulped it down.

"There is a second brother who is afraid of Mao. I'm telling you, there are ghosts. Let him eat his second brother's meat and drink his blood. You want me to say that the boy is really scaring you. Don't say that, then drink, Lao Liu. Don't pretend to be a coward, then drink. " A man with a big waist and a round waist blushed and raised his glass to persuade people around him to drink.

"Second brother, who said I was a coward? I'm telling you, I'm not afraid of ghosts. The fortune teller said I was horoscope, even if there was a ghost, I could let him die once. I swear, I won't kill him. I kicked you in the head. Poor turtle, go to your room to sleep. Remember to tidy up tomorrow morning. It looks very unsightly here. " A man who looks very gentle with glasses blows air behind his penis. "Besides, the second brother, you said I was unintelligent. Looking at the property, I fell asleep. How about a drink? Pretend to be dead. hahaha. Yesterday, he also said that if you don't die on a woman in this life, you will drink to death. * * * Yes, this is not drinking to death. " "Old six, don't say such unlucky things, let's continue to drink." The yellow hair was cold by his scalp, which quickly stopped him. "What immortal, we all live a long life, living him for 1000 years and 10000 years."