Yan Yu had a long and strange dream. He had everything, but nothing was left. He breathed heavily, escaped from the dream with difficulty, opened his eyes, and was completely lost.
Countless phantoms gathered together, their eyebrows gradually became clear, and finally there was a familiar face, Xun Chuan lay on top of him, opened his eyes and said, "If you don't wake up, I will think you are dead."
For a moment, his brows and eyes were very vivid and flamboyant.
Yan Yu was stunned for a moment before trying to understand what was going on. He raised his hand and touched Xun Chuan's face, and then touched the disappearance of the cut in his throat. He smiled and said in a low voice, "That's great."
Not to mention what it is.
Xun Chuan simply thought he was complimenting his beauty, so he raised his chin and moved his face up: "Yes, yes, there is no injury at all."
He was so close that Yan Yu tilted his head and could kiss him. In fact, Yan Yu really did that. He squeezed Xun Chuan's cool chin, kissed him on the side of his face, and paused for two or three seconds. Time only left, and he followed his words: "Well, there is no injury at all."
Xun Chuan looked at Shang Yan Yu's deep eyes and felt a little embarrassed. If he had body temperature now, his ears would probably have burned up. He turned over and buried himself in the quilt, and said in a muffled voice, "I'm better than you now..."
Yan Yu raised his eyebrows slightly: "So...?"
Xun Chuan's voice was a little proud: "You can't drive me away in the future."
"Not chasing you," Yan Yu might think he was a little stupid, lay down again, embraced Xun Chuan in his arms, kissed his cool forehead, and sighed, "I won't chase you again in the future."
Xun Chuan sometimes thinks that if Yan Yu had told him frankly, and he just happened to believe it, the two of them might live such a frightening life, but they might still die in the end.
He died peacefully, because he knew the reason for a long time, so he didn't have any resentment, so he couldn't become a ghost, and finally reincarnated.
The current situation, although it is too difficult to come through, but who can say that this is not the fulfillment of another way.
After lying down for a while, Yan Yu realized that he was disgraced and had sticky sweat stains on his back. He got out of bed, took off the sheets and covers, threw them into the washing machine, and went to the bathroom to take a shower.
As soon as Xun Chuan raised his hand, a set of plain-colored sheets floated out of the closet. He leaned against the bathroom door and heard the sound of water splashing inside. He put his hands against the frosted glass and made a gesture of jumping in, deliberately frightening Yan Yu: "I'm in."
Yan Yu was washing his hair, he rinsed off the foam, opened his eyes, and found a vague figure outside the door: "Enter if you want."
Anyway, it's not yourself who suffers.
Xun Chuan was still embarrassed to take a peek. His face was thin and thick at times. He tapped the glass with his fingertips and made a crisp sound: "I'm going to make the bed."
The room was too quiet. Xun Chuan didn't like this feeling. He turned on the TV. Even if he didn't want to watch it, he could listen to the sound. Yan Yu had short hair and never blew it. He changed his clothes and walked out of the bathroom, his hair dripping wet. Dripping water, I saw Xun Chuan bending over to make the bed, and then putting on the pillow after making the bed, going back and forth like a diligent little bee.
The washing machine made a humming sound, and the faint fragrance of laundry detergent drifted into the room. The TV drama I was watching before happened to be played back at this point. Yan Yu ordered takeout with his mobile phone, and Xun Chuan opened the curtains and squinted his eyes. Found a light rain today and a cool, comfortable temperature outside.
He was suddenly content.
Xun Chuan sat cross-legged on the bed, watching TV while eating the snacks he had bought before. Seeing Yan Yu sit up, he stretched his legs and kicked him down: "Your hair is dripping."
Yan Yu barely stabilized his body: "Your snacks have expired."
Xun Chuan paused when he heard the words, looked at the production date subconsciously, and saw Yan Yu sneering, only to realize that he had been deceived. Shake coldly.
Xun Chuan asked, "Do you remember, you did this the first time you saw me."
Yan Yu found that his hair was miraculously dry, so he sat on the bed and said, "So what?"
Xun Chuan said: "This action is not serious and very provocative."
Yan Yu turned his back to him and couldn't see his expression clearly, but he seemed to be smiling, and responded casually, "Oh."
It didn't take long for the takeaway to arrive, all of which were fast food, hamburgers, chicken, cola and fries. Xun Chuan had just finished eating snacks and was greedy again. Seeing Yan Yu opened the cola, he leaned over and took a sip with his cheeks puffed up.
He seemed to be able to taste a little taste, and blinked: "Cool, a little sweet."
Yan Yu took a sip when he heard the words, bit the straw and took a sip, but nothing came up, only to find that the cup was empty, he looked up at Xun Chuan, who made a mocking face at him.
Yan Yu: "It doesn't matter."
He also had a glass, and bought a set meal for two.
The legend of the White Snake in the TV series seems to have come to an end. Fa Hai suppressed Bai Suzhen under the Leifeng Pagoda, stating that within 100 steps of Jinshan Temple, no monks are allowed to enter without authorization. , shaved his hair clean with a knife, and swept the ground outside Leifeng Pagoda for a lifetime.
The drizzle was dripping outside the window, and there were also many water stains on the glass window, which meandered and fell like earthworms. The temperature was a little low today, Xun Chuan lifted the quilt, nestled inside and sighed comfortably: " I like staying home on rainy days.”
Yan Yu asked, "Why?"
Xun Chuan said, "I don't need it when others get in the rain."
The house is old. When it rains, the ceiling will flood, and a lot of mold will grow before you know it. Yan Yu is a person who is drunk at the moment and never thinks about how to live in the future. Now he suddenly understands that people are alive. , it is important to have a head start.
He opened his eyes and touched Xun Chuan: "After a while, let's move."
Xun Chuan looked at him: "Are you rich?"
Yan Yu put his hands behind his head and slowly closed his eyes: "I earn it myself."
Su Qing can earn so much with a little three-legged cat kung fu. There is no reason why he can't do it. Warlocks have secret methods to protect yang, so it's okay to deal with ghosts for a long time. Yan Yu didn't do it before, she just felt bad luck, but now Think about it, it's fine.
Su Qing originally planned to move today, but maybe it was delayed for a while because she was hurting her vitality. Soon after, she came to Yan Yu, and Yan Yu found out that Su Qing also opened a fortune-telling tea room.
"I've already chosen a new address. The landlord said that there are still vacancies there, and it's very close to the tea room. Why don't you move in with me? I don't care if I go out early and come back late. You can help Look at the store, and occasionally there will be customers who come to fortune-telling to buy amulets, and the salary will be calculated for you."
Yan Yu also saved Su Qing's life. She took care of one or two. Besides, it's more convenient for two people to catch ghosts than one person. It takes turns to work shifts, and the business can also be taken care of.
Yan Yu agreed without hesitation: "You are the boss, you have the final say."
He made up the previous rent for the landlord and aunt, and then began to pack the luggage one after another. It was called no rules. Half of the kitchen was cleaned up, and then he went to pack clothes. The money sword was wrapped in cloth and put aside to avoid accidental injury.
Xun Chuan tucked his knees and sat on the ground, looking at the chaos around him.
Yan Yu said: "Just put the books away, no more waste paper."
Xun Chuan pouted: "You said it easily, but you lied to me to be a coolie for you."
Then he piled up his hexagram books and put them in a bag. Yan Yu was busy all morning, and he was disheartened. He rolled up his sleeves to his elbows. he.
Xun Chuan turned around and wiped his face in disgust: "You are sweating, go away."
Yan Yu was delighted, and as soon as the ruffian's temperament came up, he couldn't hold back. Regardless of Xun Chuan's struggle, he forcibly wiped his face with sweat, and then gave him a strong kiss on the cheek: "I won't leave."
Xun Chuan pinched him.
At this moment, the sound of the car horn sounded downstairs, and Yan Yu said, "Su Qing is here, you pack up first, and I'll take down the packed luggage."
Xun Chuan ignored him, stuffed his stuff into the bag, and when he heard Yan Yu's footsteps were far away, he raised his head and glanced outside the door, and then looked at the environment he was in.
This house is not big or good, but there are too many things happening here, and it is a bit reluctant to leave suddenly.
There were too many hexagrams, Xun Chuan was afraid of missing something, so he carefully checked the paper scattered on the ground, and laid them on top of each other, and let Yan Yu come up later to see if he wanted anything. thrown.
A thick layer of ash had accumulated under the desk, the door was wide open, a gust of cool wind blew in, and a small ball of paper rolled in a small circle with the reel, leaning against the foot of the table and did not move.
Xun Chuan picked it up and took a look, and found that it was a ticket to X City, and threw it behind him, but he didn't know what to think, he suddenly froze, turned around, and picked it up again.
This ticket was old and somewhat tattered, with rough edges and corners. Xun Chuan smoothed it out a little with his hands, only to realize that it was the time of the Chinese New Year, and the bus to X city on the 25th at 10:30 in the morning.
And he died on the 24th...
Xun Chuan realized something later, and clenched the ticket tightly without a trace. After a long time, he sighed and sat on the floor with his back against the bed.
It seems to be a conversation from a long time ago, but when I think about it now, the words are still clear.
"Yan Yu..."
"Ok?"
"If, I mean if, if you knew I was going to die that night, would you go to X City?"
"Ok… "
"You will go, right?"
"Ok."
He still went, even if he didn't know he would die, he still went.
Familiar footsteps sounded in the corridor, Xun Chuan reacted, put the ticket in a book, then zipped up the zipper, Yan Yu walked in, went into the bathroom, washed his face, and wiped it with his sleeve. Down.
Xun Chuan asked, "Is it hot outside?"
Yan Yu: "Fortunately, I sweat from moving things."
He swept around and found that there were only two snakeskin bags left, and asked, "That's all, gone?"
I don't want the furniture. I will buy it again. Xun Chuan pointed to a stack of paper next to him: "Do you have anything to use?"
Yan Yu didn't even look at it: "No, let's go, close the door."
After finishing speaking, he picked up two bags and walked downstairs first, Xun Chuan closed the door, turned into a wisp of soul, flew over lightly, grabbed Yan Yu's back, and asked softly, "I'm not heavy, right? "
Yan Yu joked: "I'm serious, but you should go down."
Xun Chuan shook his head and put his arms around his neck: "I can't go down."