Like Wang Bo, the first thing Su Mengyao did when she returned to the room was to wash and bathe. However, unlike Wang Bo's in a sense of powerlessness and fear of unpredictable fate, during the process of washing and bathing, Su Mengyao only felt suspicious, as if someone in the room was hiding in a place she couldn't see and peeking silently.

Su Mengyao took a hurry to take a shower, wiped away the water from her body with a bath towel, put on her underwear, and put on a long-sleeved shirt with a collar. She didn't even have time to wear a chest/cover, so she got into the quilt. She didn't turn off the lights, and didn't dare to turn off the lights, letting the headlights in the room shine like daytime.

Even so, she still felt cumbersome on her back, as if something was crawling. The dazzling white filial piety and filial piety in her head that she saw at Tu Yunliang's house not long ago were frantically penetrated into her mind. Of course, she was an atheist and didn't believe in ghosts, gods and souls, but on this special night, before facing the fact that Tu Yunliang's father had died, concepts such as ghosts and souls became extremely active and vivid.

Su Mengyao thought of Wang Bo next door, and didn't know if the other party was afraid. The other party shouldn't be afraid, after all, she was a boy, and she always felt mature and steady.

"Why... go next door?" A thought jumped into her mind. But she hesitated again. If it were normal, she would definitely knock on Wang Bo's door without hesitation. When Wen Xiaohan and Zhang Wei were present, she dared to take the initiative to go to Wang Bo's bed, not to mention that now the world is far away, and no one knows their Mao/xian.

"But now is different from the past! Tu Yunliang's father just passed away today. As Tu Yunliang's roommate and classmate, he should be sad and sad! When I go to him now, will he be considered ignorant and ignorant of the importance?" Su Mengyao hesitated again, afraid that Wang Bo would misunderstand.

On the one hand, he was afraid of illusory things such as ghosts and gods, and on the other hand, he was worried that Wang Bo might misunderstand himself. Su Mengyao tossed and turned, feeling extremely distressed.

At this moment, the curtains at the window suddenly moved.

"Oh my God--" Su Mengyao screamed, her scalp numb, she suddenly retracted into the quilt, hid in the quilt and shivered. She hid herself in the quilt for at least five minutes, until she couldn't breathe smoothly and felt a little stuffy, and then she slowly came out of the quilt. Su Mengyao squinted her eyes and looked at the curtains, which swung slightly.

It turns out it's wind!

Su Mengyao let out a long sigh, but she never dared to stay in this room alone again. She quickly got up, dressed quickly, and ran towards Wang Bo's room for the moment after putting on it.

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Wang Bo's thoughts were interrupted by the knock on the door outside.

"Is it Su Mengyao?" Wang Bo thought. He started to get out of bed, and was too lazy to wear any clothes and pants, so he directly wrapped a bath towel around his waist.

When he walked to the door, he looked through the cat's eyes and found that it was Su Mengyao. Su Mengyao, who was standing at his door, looked around, with her hands crossed her chest, looking very cold.

Wang Bo opened the door.

"Mengyao, you--" Wang Bo said to Su Mengyao with a smile. Before he could finish speaking, he saw Su Mengyao in front of him walking up and hugging him.

"I'm afraid! I'm afraid of death!" Su Mengyao hugged Wang Bo's waist tightly and pressed her face against his red chest.

Wang Bo opened his mouth and was stunned. He immediately thought of the special scene tonight, and a sense of guilt came out of his heart - he should have thought of this a long time ago.

"It's okay, I'm here." Wang Bo reached out and patted Su Mengyao's back. There was a fragrance swaying at the end of his nose, the same smell as the hotel shower gel.

Wang Bo closed the door, locked it up, and pulled Su Mengyao into it. He walked to the bed and looked at the only bed in the room. Wang Bo said embarrassedly: "Uncle Jiang has ordered a single room here. You are a standard room. Why don't we go to sleep with you?"

"I'm afraid even when I'm in the standard!" Su Mengyao lowered her head and stirred the corner of her clothes with her fingers.

The girl had already said this, and Wang Bo felt that it would be too hypocritical if he continued to pretend.

"Then... let's sleep together and give each other a courage. Hey, by the way... I feel a little scared in my heart." Wang Bo smiled, as if he was relieved.

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The light went out again, and the huge room was pitch black. Wang Bo, who went to bed, lay on his side and looked at the girl sitting by the bed, taking off his clothes. The girl took off her jeans first, but hesitated when she wanted to take off her long-sleeved shirt. However, the hesitation did not last long. The girl pulled up the lapel of the clothes under her and pulled it up quickly. The long-sleeved shirt was smoothly taken off and was folded on the head of the bed. The girl turned around and lifted the quilt, rustling.

The next moment, Wang Bo felt a round warmth and softness between his ribs and gently pressed it on.

Everything was silent, and the room covered by night was silent, except for one big and one small, slow, long and weak breathing. After a long time, a sound broke the silence.

"Wang Bo, how many days are we going to stay in Mao/xian?" Su Mengyao asked in a low voice in the dark night.

"Tomorrow... the day after tomorrow... the day after tomorrow, we will go back to Shuangqing after attending the farewell ceremony of Uncle Tu's body. How are you okay?" Wang Bo said.

"Well, I'll listen to you." Su Mengyao nodded.

"It's just that you delayed your time. There's nothing wrong with your parents, right?" Wang Bo asked with some concern. If he was just him, he would stay in Mao/xian for four or five days, and would have been with Tu Yunliang to deal with his old man's funeral. However, Su Mengyao was also with him, so he couldn't ignore it. He could do nothing and regard absenteeism as a joke, but Su Mengyao around him could not.

"What do I have to delay? It's okay. As for my dad and my mom, it's okay if I don't tell them?" Su Mengyao said.

"I'll thank you for Tu Yunliang."

"It's all classmates, what's the matter..."

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The two chatted quietly. Su Mengyao's grandparents and grandparents were alive, not to mention her parents. Her uncles and uncles and other relatives were also in good health and had never had any accidents. Although she had attended other people's funerals with her parents when she was a child, she went to a funeral banquet and hurried back home because she was far away. So what was the funeral was actually very strange. Curiously, Su Mengyao asked Wang Bo for advice.

"Aren't you afraid? Be careful if you ask too much, you can't sleep!"

"Isn't you there? I'm still quite curious. Tell me." Su Mengyao said, and when she said that, she put one of her thighs on Wang Bo's body, and her upper body squeezed towards him without a strand. The blurry body curve in Wang Bo's mind became clearer. Feeling the girl's warm curve personally made him feel a little distracted.

"A funeral is complicated and simple. I don't know much about the funeral in the city, but in rural areas, after a person dies, the first thing is usually to be buried, which means to cleanse the dead, tidy up the appearance, and put on a shroud. Then, ask the Taoist priests to let the Taoist priests see the days, cremation days, and burial days. After the date is determined, you can report the deceased and formally notify relatives and friends from all over the world of the deceased's death, the approximate death situation and funeral arrangements to facilitate the relatives and relatives to be familiar with each other.

Friends came to attend the funeral. The work that the family members do at the same time is to arrange a mourning hall, stop the spirits, and wait for the relatives and friends who are attending the funeral. During the period, the relatives and friends of the deceased, especially the younger generation, need to take turns to keep watch and receive condolences from the bereaved relatives and friends. During this period, there were sorrow and music played, and there were Taoist priests chanting sutras and salvation..." As Wang Bo told, the scenes of his mother in his previous life and Liang Jingquan's death in this life, those memories that had been deliberately buried by him rekindled and appeared vividly.

Thinking of this, some thoughts that were ready to move in my heart were destroyed.

It doesn't matter other times. Tonight, if Wang Bo couldn't help but do that with the girl in his arms, he wouldn't have forgiven himself.

"Wang Bo, why are you so clear about these things? I don't understand at all."

"Haha, because I have participated, I remember." Wang Bo smiled and sighed in his heart, feeling a sense of speechless desolation, for his mother in his previous life, and for Liang Jingquan and Tu Jianhua in this life. None of the three deserved to die, but they were all teased by ruthless fate, which affected three innocent families.

Thinking of this, the fear of unpredictable fate not long ago filled his heart again. This made him feel a chill, a chill that was completely cold to the bone. So Wang Bo turned over and hugged the girl face to face. Su Mengyao in his arms was also the one who changed the trajectory of fate by him, but he didn't know whether this change was good or bad.

Su Mengyao finally breathed a sigh of relief. This was the first time that the other party took the initiative to hug Wang Bo after parting with her in Nanshan.
Chapter completed!