Xun Chuan had too many things he wanted to ask Yan Yu, but when it came to his mouth, he couldn't say anything. He really couldn't say anything. There seemed to be a ball of cotton wool in his throat. It was blocked, and even the cut at the throat began to ache.
Xun Chuan looked at the ceiling: "Yan Yu..."
Yan Yu: "Huh?"
Xun Chuan: "If, I mean if, if you knew I was going to die that night, would you go to X City?"
The wound that has been scabbed, and then forced to open, only blood drips, and the pain is suffocating, but Xun Chuan is very calm, Yan Yu heard the words, and his breathing stagnated for a moment. Finally, he responded perfunctorily: "Well..."
Xun Chuan asked as if confirming, "Are you going to go?"
Yan Yu was still in that perfunctory tone: "Well."
Xun Chuan was stunned for a moment, then nodded slowly: "Okay..."
It was just a word, but he seemed to have gotten the answer he wanted most, and even the people next to him became unimportant. After that, he didn't ask any more questions. He turned over and turned his back to Yan Yu, shrinking back. Into the quilt, quiet as if asleep.
Ghosts didn't breathe, and there were no tears, but Xun Chuan suddenly felt that he couldn't breathe, his heart was blocked, and his throat was sore. Feel.
Seeing him fall asleep, Yan Yu turned off the TV, turned off the lights, and lay down with him. He was habitually close to Xun Chuan, but found that the other party was tense all over. When he touched it, he found that Xun Chuan's hand had been dead. Death strangled in the neck there.
Yan Yu got up slightly and turned him over to face him. Although he couldn't see anything in the darkness, he could still feel Xun Chuan trembling slightly.
Yan Yu's face was a little condensed: "What's wrong with you?"
He felt that Xun Chuan had been strange since coming down from the fourth floor, and he had begun to wonder if Su Qing had cast a spell.
Xun Chuan closed his eyes and shook his head, but did not speak.
Yan Yu frowned and forcibly pulled his hand down, only then did he realize that Xun Chuan was covering the cut on his neck, and subconsciously let go of him, stared blankly for a moment, and then asked, "It hurts a lot. ?"
Xun Chuan buried himself in the pillow, and after a long time, he answered with an inaudible voice, "Yes."
Yan Yu didn't know what to do. He had never encountered such a situation, nor had he heard that the wounds he left behind during his lifetime would still hurt after becoming a ghost. He sat quietly for a while, and finally lay down again.
Holding him into his arms face to face, Yan Yu hugged his back and comforted him in a rare and rare way: "It's okay, it doesn't hurt."
After he finished speaking, he thought how could it not hurt, this injury obviously cost Xun Chuan's life.
I don't know which nerve these two words touched Xun Chuan, he clenched Yan Yu's hand tightly, gritted his teeth and spat out the two words with a slight trembling voice: "It hurts."
"Yan Yu, it hurts."
If he were human, he would probably have shed tears by now. Yan Yu's fingertips brushed under his eyes, but he didn't touch anything. Finally, he slowly leaned over and kissed the wound, his warm lips. With an inexplicable bloody smell, it was still those two words: "It doesn't hurt."
Xun Chuan felt the familiar atmosphere around him, and the warm touch on his neck was fleeting like a dragonfly, as if he had returned to that night a long time ago.
Xun Chuan was hugged by him, and when he heard the heartbeat beside his ear, he suddenly moved his lips. Imperceptibly spit out a few words: "Yan Yu..."
"I like you… "
I like it alive, I like it when I die,
I liked it before, and still like it now.
Yan Yu didn't know whether he heard it or not, he breathed lightly and did not respond.
Maybe it's because the neighbors upstairs are quite restless. Yan Yu hasn't set up a stall recently to tell fortunes. Anyway, he can't earn a few yuan a day, and the car fare is not enough. It doesn't make much sense to go there. Su Qing faintly went to the other extreme of busyness. She didn't sleep all night, and she used her soul-inducing methods everywhere. She didn't stop in the corridors at night.
In the morning, Yan Yu squatted at the door with a small bucket of chicken blood and painted and painted. The work was completed at noon. With a cigarette in his mouth, he carried the empty bucket back in a good mood, which made people feel that he did nothing good.
Xun Chuan Soul Body was sitting on the desk, his legs were swaying in mid-air, his heels were knocking on the edge of the drawer on the fourth floor, making a dull sound, Yan Yu glanced at it, then He looked back, washed the bucket in the kitchen, and threw it into the corner.
Xun Chuan tilted his head and stared at him, his eyes were dark, and he looked a little ghostly: "What did you draw at the door?"
Yan Yu sat on the edge of the bed, took a puff of cigarette, and then hooked his fingers at Xun Chuan in the smoke, his eyelids drooping, and he said with some malicious intent: "Come here, I'll tell you."
Xun Chuan didn't move, he didn't nod or shake his head, his expression was so light that he couldn't see anything, his legs were still shaking, and he tapped the lock of the drawer on the fourth floor either lightly or hard, and Yan Yu changed his posture. Sitting, a piece of cigarette ashes fell on his black pants, he flicked his fingers, and it became more and more dirty, and he could only pat it randomly.
Xun Chuan raised his eyes and found that he was staring at him, the corner of his mouth raised slightly strangely: "What are you looking at me for?"
"You look good."
After Yan Yu finished speaking, he retracted his gaze and turned to look at his mobile phone. At this moment, there was a knock on the door of the room. Xun Chuan stopped and looked over, with a hint of schadenfreude: "Ah, your neighbor. coming."
Yan Yu chuckled: "I knew she would come."
Then she threw away her phone and walked over to open the door. Sure enough, Su Qing was standing outside. She was probably overworked these days, and now she has heavy dark circles under her eyes and looks very haggard.
When Yan met a local ruffian, he was not afraid of her finding fault, leaning against the door frame and said, "Is something wrong?"
Su Qing wiped her face, rubbed her eyelids that kept fighting, and finally let out a sigh of relief and said pleadingly, "Friend, can you wipe the formation at your door, you scared my guests. Don't dare to come."
Yan Yu had been painting for five hours, and it was strange if he could rub it, and said lazily, "That's your business, anyway, it's not me who does business. I won't say much."
Su Qing didn't expect that there would be so many wandering souls here before. The days of busy work had almost exhausted her energy. How could she have the time to break Yan Yu's formation, and now a bunch of "guests" are crowding downstairs. Holding it can't get up at all.
Suddenly, Su Qing didn't know what to think, and smiled at Yan Yu: "Friend, do you want to make money? I've been too busy recently. I can't take care of it alone. If possible, I want to hire you as my assistant."
Xun Chuan floated over at some unknown time. He leaned on Yan Yu's shoulder and raised his eyelids at Su Qing. His pupils were gorgeous in color, as clear as rubies, with a hint of hostility.
Yan Yu raised his eyebrows slightly: "Assistant?"
Su Qing smiled and nodded: "I heard from the landlord that you are an unemployed vagabond. Anyway, you are staying at home. It's better to be my assistant. It's just a matter of moving your soul and borrowing a seat. I think it shouldn't be difficult for you. ."
The area for low-level wandering spirit activities is limited. Most of their last wishes are to see their relatives for the last time. Warlocks can connect the soul to the soul, so that they have the ability to walk around to find their relatives for a short time. Simple is simple, but the efficiency is extremely low. It can only be held up to five times a day. Obviously, Su Qing can't do it alone.
Yan Yu was still thinking, when the system dinged.
【Ding! Trigger the career side quest, please accept the request of this beauty, get the assistant position as soon as possible, become self-reliant, and the interstellar self-improvement system will serve you wholeheartedly~]
Yan Yu knew that this SB thing would pop out, and asked Su Qing impatiently, "How much is the salary a month?"
Su Qing silently stretched out her hand to compare a nine, her fingers were slender and beautiful, and it was probably the only thing on her body that could be seen apart from her hair: "How about this number?"
Yan Yu was a little surprised by her generosity: "Nine thousand?"
Su Qing's smile froze: "Why don't you guess 900,000?"
Yan Yu let out a sigh and was about to close the door, Su Qing quickly raised her hand to block it: "20,000! 20,000 a month, there is a commission for New Years and festivals, and a weekend break. In fact, it's not easy to make money these days, brother, please be accommodating. Bar."
Yan Yu immediately stopped when he heard the words, as if he was waiting for her to say: "Okay, but let's talk first, I won't take it if it's too difficult."
Su Qing made an ok gesture, and then asked cautiously: "Then... can you wipe the formation?"
Yan Yu looked down at his watch: "Oh, it will be gone by itself in half an hour."
A too powerful formation does not last for a long time, and requires constant reinforcement and tracing. This formation created by Yan Yu will disappear automatically if it is not reinforced for a certain period of time.
Su Qing silently scolded a dirty word: "I ****"
Xun Chuan listened to all the conversations between them, and after Yan Yu closed the door, he held him a little angrily: "If you want money, I can give it to you, there is no need to find that woman."
Yan Yu felt that it was really difficult to be a man. When Xun Chuan was alive, he asked him for money, but he was scolded as a scumbag. He was not happy if he didn't ask him for money.
Yan Yu took out his hand and said casually, "I don't want your money."
Xun Chuan's hand froze in mid-air, then slowly retracted it, pursed his lips and said, "Do you like that woman?"
Yan Yu: "I don't like it."
Xun Chuan: "Then why do you want her money and not mine?"
Yan Yu was lying on the bed, silently brought the pillow over, covered his head, and said with a long voice: "It means that I am good to you, and I don't want to use your money, you can keep it for yourself, you can buy food and drink. Casual."
Xun Chuan stretched out his hand and pulled the pillow down, then pressed it on Yan Yu, tilted his head and looked at him quietly: "The money was originally for you..."
Just as Yan Yu went to collect Xun Chuan's belongings, Tang Ying said that if Xun Chuan was alive, the money would come to him sooner or later, and Xun Chuan would only give it to him.
Perhaps because of family reasons, Xun Chuan has a sensitive and perverse personality, and is extremely unpleasant in the eyes of his elders. He is extremely possessive and can't stand anyone touching his things, except for Yan Yu.
Xun Chuan is very extreme, love and hate, both strong and frightening.
Yan Yu looked at him and didn't speak, wanting to say that he didn't want money so much anymore, but he didn't say anything, Xun Chuan's eyelids trembled, his eyelashes were slender, with a unique delicacy and beauty, he approached Yan Yu, He repeated in a low voice: "It was originally reserved for you..."