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We are rented out on the 3rd to 7th floor of the teaching building. Students can spend 50 yuan a month to rent a small classroom. I went late this semester and only rented a seventh floor. Too high, no one wants to go. At this moment, I am the only one on the seventh floor, and I think this is good. Quiet. I like to paint the human body. Personality is those women with beautiful lines and tenderness. They have deep longing and fans. It's just that I don't have Model, I can only rely on my own imagination and some memories from the album movie. There are only two wooden chairs and a painting in my classroom, and many pigments.

That night, I supported the heroine in my painting. Suddenly a slight knocking came from the door. I was surprised. I was surprised. Who would be from this floor? I looked at it. I looked at it. Half. I opened the door and made a "squeak" sound, the long tail sound, which seemed particularly harsh on the empty seven layer. This door is oil, there is a girl standing outside the door, the kind of beautiful appearance, but the face is a little pale. "Classmate, what's the matter?" I asked, "I disturbed, I'm from the opposite classroom. I feel very boring, you tell me a story." The girl said lightly, and there was no expression on the pale face. Very puzzled, I remember nobody on the opposite side. Maybe it's a new one, I think. So I gave her in, and she stopped in front of the human body of half of my painting, and looked at it very seriously. "You are drawing the human body. I can be your model. I listen. "I was a little stunned, and I didn't expect such a good luck to come to someone like me so much. Such a delicate girl ... I nodded with blushing. I excitedly told my experience to my roommates. Whoever thought of them was frightened. The original teaching building had died a girl before. It is said that the girl met a boy because he went wrong. The boy fell in love with her at first sight and invited her to be her own model and told a story a week for her. After that, the girl was pregnant with his child and did not agree to kill the child. So the boy took a bottle of medicine that day forced the girl to drink it. That day was the seventh week they knew. That night, the boy had not had time to tell the girl as a story.

Because of the girl Died too much blood in that classroom. Just 714! 714! I was shocked, my classroom was 714! I suddenly got cold on my back and felt a little scary. But immediately calm down, I am not a superstitious person, so I still do my best, meet with the girl every week, and tell her a story. She always knocked on my classroom door at 10:30 at night.

Time passed so fast, I have drew six human beings, this day is the seventh night, the seventh night! I couldn't help but think of that rumor. Suddenly, my hair was standing upright. Really! So beautiful girl, somehow, the girl hasn't come tonight, it has passed at 10:30. I feel a little bit, maybe it ’s too tired in recent days ... After painting the human body, I should give her a story. Can I know why? I ca n’t remember this day. Maybe it's too sleepy, I think. Even she looks so unrealistic, just like in a dream.

She walked in front of me and spoke slightly: "How can you not tell the story for me?" I raised her head, just on her pale face, her head tended to my direction, long black hair was covered, hanging On both sides of the face. That look, empty and indifferent, I was shocked, overturned a can of pigments, and the red liquid flowed down her short skirt and her legs. I was so frightened that I couldn't help thinking of that legend again. As if to see the girl's twisted face, she shouted: "Return my child! Return to my child!" And stretched the blood to me with both hands, "Ah ... don't come over ..." Jumped up. Then I saw the familiar things around and saw the oil paintings that I hadn't finished, ah! Originally dream! I wiped the cold sweat of my forehead and relieved. But suddenly I felt that I had a hand to pat my shoulder gently, "How did you tell me the story that day didn't tell me" I turned back sharply and saw the girl's face. On both sides of the face, that look, empty hole and godless ...