My vision turned again, including the boy.

Jiang Yongning?Was that Ginger Yongning in his teenage years?It’s completely different from that bloated gray man, but he’s not a happy person.

The vision shook, from the classroom to the road, a few flowing young people stopped in front of me, I could feel a panic that did not belong to myself, but clearly came from the panic where I stood.Suddenly there was a thin and thin back in the field of vision, trembling, blocking the large figure of the rogue.

"Brothers, I'm asking you to go play the game."A pleasant voice, a hand reached behind the back and waved desperately.

The field of view trembled, suddenly turning 180 degrees, the surrounding scene quickly retreated, I heard the gasping sound, and the cursing and screams behind me.The vision turned back, and saw that the boy had been beaten up and slapped, with a wallet in his hand, and a flattering smile on his face.His eyes were swept over, and the obsessiveness became anxious, and waved his hand again, indicating a quick run.The running speed slowed down, until the rascals were chasing, like the birds of the astonishment, continued to run, and from time to time turned their heads back, seeing the teenager who had been robbed of his wallet and was kicked several feet.

I suddenly pulled away from this strange feeling and had my own consciousness.

This is the dream.I was dreaming.

Dreamers rarely think that they are dreaming, even if the content is grotesque, they will do what they want, but sometimes this follows not the yearning of happiness, but the things that are feared in the heart.

My dreams are different.I know that I have a clear goal every time, that the dream itself is uncontrolled, and what I have to do is fight the ghosts.

This time the ghost is Zhang Xue, the girl who died in the fire.

No, not necessarily a protest.Zhang Xue just wanted me to see the memory, and it may be that she unconsciously let me see her memory.

Memory is confused, time jumps, sometimes winter, and the next second becomes summer.

Snow looked at Jiang Yongning.The rogue incident should have happened at the beginning of the timeline, because Jiang Yongning's rescue allowed Zhang Xue to hang up the unflattering bag in this class.

Jiang Yongning has money, is cowardly, and very "intudent", has become a boy's public purse, some girls will also rub and drink, and other unhegemed students do not like such a low bone, avoiding Jiang Yongning.

Such a person, in a way that does not belong to the hero to protect Zhang Xue.

Zhang Xue did nothing, just kept an eye on Jiang Yongning.

I can understand Zhang Xue's approach, but the thought of Zhang Xue following Jiang Yongning, silently tears, and she disappeared when the low murmur, the heart can not help but feel regret and sympathy.

I watched quietly, waiting for the end of the dream, the end I already knew.

At night, a happy classroom.

The seniors decided to go on a graduation trip together.They chose this time to save money and to stimulate.There is no access, no restraint, and in the middle of the night with the students to embark on the journey, all night long, is their way to celebrate graduation.

Zhang Xue noticed the empty seat and heard the laughter of others in his ear.No one mentioned Jiang Yongning.

Qin Yijuan walked into the classroom, his eyes were swept away, and he paused slightly in the empty position of Jiang Yongning.

Snow’s heart was raised.I could feel the girl jumping through the straight jump heart.

Qin Yijuan finally said nothing, and took a box of wine from under the podium.The boys cheered.

Zhang Xue was also given a beer and packed in a paper cup.She took a sip, not much like it, and looked at Jiang Yongning's empty seat absently.

I was fixed to Zhang Xue's field of vision, and I could only occasionally see Qin Yijuan's figure.She walked through the classroom, poured wine for the students, and spilled some wine on the students.

One student jokingly asked, “Teacher Qin, have you been drunk and drunk?”

Qin Yijuan face is expressionless.

The joker shrank his neck and quickly drank to cover up.

Qin Yijuan is very wrong.The students were ignorant, and I saw resentment in Qin Yijuan’s eyes.

Why?

I don't think I understand.I’ve been wondering since I heard that Qin Yijuan was the murderer.

Zhang Xue only paid attention to Jiang Yongning, there is no Qin Yijuan "camera" in the dream, I can not analyze.

What a chore!

A few bottles of wine were smashed and fell to the ground.

The smell of alcohol is masked, and there is a slight smell of gasoline.

The snow moved her head, as if looking for the source of the smell.

I was sure that something had been done by Qin Yijuan.She should have put what device was in the locker with a broom mop at the back of the classroom, or else it was under the podium.Gasoline flowed slowly, and the students did not notice the wet and slippery under their feet.

Gradually, some students fell on the desk, no drunken ugly, but a tight frown.

The snow’s vertigo came to me.

I suddenly remembered, I should be in the police station, how can I fall into a dream?Before the dream began, I felt that way.

The sound of water, footsteps, a little away, retreated to the door of the classroom.

Zhang Xue lay on the table, looking at Jiang Yongning's position, just right to the teachers.

Qin Yijuan walked past the comatose students, threw away the empty bucket, and touched a match from his pocket.She retreated to the outside of the classroom, threw down the burning match, and closed the classroom door, and behind the door came the sound of metal collision.

The flame ignited, some students woke up, jumped to the table, jumped on the classroom door, smashed the window glass... They did not have much strength, even shouting, they were very small, and it was not long before they were smoked and dumbed, and they fell powerlessly in the sea of fire.

Zhang Xue fled, shouted, smashed through the window with a man, pulled through the door, and slapped the flame on his body.The sight was covered by tears and flames, Zhang Xue squatted on the desk, and the final vision was an overturned desk.

Jiang Yongning did not come, it was great...

The girl fell from the desk and fell into the flames.

I have no body at the moment, but I am powerless.Chen Xiaoqiu said that my dream can change the reality, the truth is that I am just a bystander this time, can not stop Qin Yijuan, can not open those doors and windows, can only watch those students die, feel the hot temperature of the fire.

I thought that the dream had ended, with doubts and anger at Qin Yijuan, but the dream continued.

The sultry feeling was gone, and I heard crying.

The black and white photo is the sleek smile of Zhang Xue.

“That Jiang Yongning!It was the ginger that killed the snow!He should be burned!How could this bastard be so hard!A class of students!All the students he meets every day.”

The voice of resentment made the snow panic God.

No!Not Ginger!It wasn’t Jiang Yongning who killed us!

No one could see her, no one could hear her, and her outstretched hand touched nothing.

She looked at her relatives and hated it, and saw Qin Yijuan coming to worship herself.She suddenly turned and left her hall.

Jiang Yongning!

Jiang Yongning!

Ginger's !!