Girl in Red

Yang Wei is twenty years old and lives on the fifth floor of the factory dormitory. When he looks up, he can see the playground of the elementary school in the factory. Sometimes he squats on the balcony and eats instant noodles while watching the cute children running around. Yang Wei thinks this is such a pleasant thing. Single life is always monotonous and makes people happy. That night, Yang Wei rode his old bicycle to get off work. Yang Wei worked the night shift and often didn't get off work until twelve o'clock at night. He passed through rows of tall telegraph poles in the factory area. The dim street lights cast in the middle of the road made people feel chilly. The cold evening breeze brushed Yang Wei's thick hair like a pair of gentle hands. Yang Wei's nose was crooked. It was not cold today. Why was there a chill, and his eyelids were getting heavier and heavier and were about to close. At this moment, Yang Wei thought of having a few more drinks with Erlangzi in the factory this afternoon. Damn, he was so sleepy. Yang Weiqiang cheered up. Suddenly, a figure appeared not far ahead of the road. Yang Wei braked as fast as possible. He was about to curse when his soul was still lingering. The figure, no, it should be a girl, turned her head gently, and saw that the girl's face was pale, with tears still hanging on her delicate face, and her thin body was shivering in the night wind. Yang Wei's heart tightened, what a lovely girl, "Girl, you didn't fall somewhere, did you?" Yang Wei got out of the car and asked anxiously, and wanted to help her see where she was injured, "No. "The girl lightly opened her lips and her voice was like the drifting wind in the sky. "Then I'll take you home." Yang Wei said, trying to help the girl up. "Thank you very much." The girl stepped on the bicycle lightly, and a fragrant breeze flowed straight into her nose. Along the way, Yang Wei learned that the girl's name was Bai Yuhong, and she lived in the fourth building of the factory area. This meant that Bai Yuhong lived on the fifth floor opposite Yang Wei. Yang Wei couldn't help but feel happy. . . . Arriving at the door of the girl's house, "Thank you, what's your name?" The girl's eyes drooped slightly, and her face was red. Yang Wei couldn't help but become fascinated, "Ah - my name is Yang Wei, and I live opposite your house." Yang Wei pointed out, "I know." The girl smiled. Looking at the girl's retreating back, Yang Wei's heart seemed to be taken away by her. Two days later, as soon as Yang Wei got off work, he saw Er Lengzi walking up to him mysteriously at the same time, "Yang Wei, I heard that the person who died in your family was a woman. I just heard about it yesterday. Be careful." After saying that, he patted Yang. Wei's shoulder "Insanity, where did this ghost come from in this world? Besides, my dead person has nothing to do with me." Ever since he met Bai Yuhong, Yang Wei had been distracted all day long. The first thing he did when he got home was to go to the room where he could see Bai Yuhong's house. He waited for the beautiful girl to appear, but every time he could only see the thick curtains in her house that had never been opened, let alone see anyone. One night after the night shift, just when Yang Wei was worried about not being able to see his sweetheart, there was a knock on the door, one after another, as if coming from the sky. Yang Wei held his breath and gently opened the door. It turned out to be the girl he longed for. Bai Yuhong's face was uglier than last time, and it turned out that her black eyes She seemed to have lost her luster, her delicate face was lifeless, and her thin body was wrapped in a bright red gauze skirt. Yang Wei's heart skipped a beat, "Yuhong, what's wrong with you?" "Yang Wei, I've wanted to find you for a long time, but I never had time. Now, I can come and chat with you every day. Are you happy?" Yuhong raised her pale face and stared straight at him with dull eyes, "Of course... I'm happy, but I'm just happy. . . . Why do you look so ugly today? Are you sick?" Yang Wei felt unspeakable fear, but he couldn't help but feel distressed when he saw Yu Hong's weak body. Yang Wei hurried to the kitchen to get a cup of hot tea and found a few pills. Bai Yuhong shook his head slightly and said that he just had a slight cold and would be fine tomorrow. After saying that, Yang Wei felt happy or sad. He wanted to know what happened to Bai Yuhong? Just like making an appointment, when the clock struck midnight, Bai Yuhong appeared in Yang Wei's room on time. This time, Bai Yuhong seemed to have put on a little makeup, but her Kabai Kabai complexion could not be concealed, and the red rouge wiped it off. Going up, rather falling down, "Yang Wei, do you really want to know why I only show up in your room at night?" Yang Wei nodded repeatedly. In his opinion, Bai Yuhong was a mystery. Yuhong's eyes were looking at his own house across the street. As if falling into memories, "I am Bai Yuhong, nineteen years old, the second eldest child in my family. I have a sister above me, but my sister died in a car accident last year. Since then, I have been as if I have autism. I feel very tired every day because I can't lose my sister. I buried my sister's ashes in the small garden in the factory, which is where you met me that day. I just went to see my sister that day. Seeing me like this, my parents felt very sad and hired many psychological consultants. It's useless. I feel that my sister's death is like taking away my soul, so I sleep during the day and don't talk to anyone, so you can see that the curtains in my room are never opened. At night, when there is no one in the factory, I am happiest, because I can be with my sister again. I live a very hard life. I can't find anyone to tell, and no one is willing to listen to me. They all thought I was sick until I met you - Yang Wei." Bai Yuhong raised his head and looked at it intently. Yang Wei, "Do you know? How reluctant I am to leave you. Only you are willing to listen to me pour out my feelings. I have fallen in love with you since the first time I saw you. I know you love me too, right? But... Bai Yuhong burst into tears. Yang Wei looked at it and cried. Yuhong, who had a pear-shaped face, held her hands distressedly. Those hands were cold. Yang Wei gently hugged her and said affectionately: "Yuhong, I am not the same. I love you. From now on, no one will bully you when I am by your side. "Bai Yuhong burst into laughter, but the helplessness on her face was clearly visible. In this way, Yang Wei and Bai Yuhong have been dating for nearly a week. Although the appearance of Yuhong every night makes Yang Wei feel bad, everyone can see the happiness in his eyes. Of course, this cannot be hidden from Er Lengzi. "I said Yang Wei, have you been enjoying the moisture of love these past two days? It's so glorious. Tell me who the girl is?" Do I know him? "She is very beautiful. She has a refined feeling." "She is also refined. What is her name?" "Bai Yuhong" As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Erlengzi's face was as green as if he had seen a ghost, and he looked at Yang Wei in disbelief, "Is this the Bai Yuhong who lives opposite your house?" "Yes, you know him." Yang Wei looked at Erlengzi's trembling look in surprise, "Yang Wei, you met a ghost. Last time I told you that someone in your family died. It was her - Bai Yuhong. It seems that the grave she gave to her sister was hit by a car at night." "You,,,, what you said,,, is it true?" Yang Wei's face was livid, "If you don't believe me, come and look at the factory newspaper and see the words on his arms: "Sister Bai Yuhong Ye Ji, Fanghun Ye was buried in the car." I saw in the newspaper that Bai Yuhong was wearing a red gauze skirt. It was so scary. Yang Wei sat on the ground, scared. Shaking, he recalled that the day he met Bai Yuhong was September 19th, but it was September 20th in the newspaper, which meant that the day they met was the day before her death. "Ah..." Yang Wei screamed, his mind running wildly like blood congestion, he really saw a ghost. Since then, no one has seen Yang Wei again. Some people say that at twelve o'clock every night, they hear the voices of two people in Yang Wei's room. It seems that Bai Yuhong and Yang Wei are whispering inside. Some people say that beside the small garden in the factory area, Yang Wei, unkempt and crazy, is often seen pulling on passing bicycles to tell people that he has seen a ghost. . . . .