Midnight Ring: When a sweet dream turns into a curse on the last train. The halo in the dream is gentle, Fan Bingbing's fingertips are slightly cold, and we have just held hands in the hazy warmth of the theater. Suddenly - the deafening "The Most Dazzling National Style" penetrated the dream like a steel needle, tearing the entire space crazily! No, the time for square dancing has clearly not come yet! I woke up with a start, cold sweat soaking my back. On the desktop, my phone was vibrating and roaring crazily, but the screen was completely silent and black, as if it was being held tightly by invisible hands. He hurriedly pressed the answer button and blurted out a curse, but his fingertips were bitingly cold. This is not my cell phone ringtone at all... A chill went from the soles of my feet to the top of my head. In the thick night outside the window, some dim car lights dimly lit up, and the old last bus of Route 13 was running slowly over the silent road. That fatal square dance song actually echoed faintly in the empty carriage, so clearly that it chilled the bones. The bell rang suddenly, and the sweet dream fell into the ice cave instantly. That does not come from the mobile phone next to your pillow, but the cursed prelude of the last train approaching - when the familiar melody sounds in the dead of midnight, please remember that the door of No. 13 Is quietly opening for you.
