It was ridiculous to be called by the benefactor to visit the grave at about nine o'clock in the evening, and the expression of the driver who brought the benefactor here was too pitiful, his lips were squirming with tears, and he loved the salary deeply...
Ji Sheng was shocked by the collapsed look of the fifty-year-old driver uncle, and when he saw Xie Xuanming sitting on the grave bag from a distance, touching the tombstone affectionately, he felt that it was not so magical.
He thought, even if Xie Xuanming announced that he would sleep here with him next, he would politely answer yes, but please tell me to go back and buy a condom and add lubricant. To flowers and plants... or ghosts.
Ji Sheng walked towards Xie Xuanming with one foot deep and one foot shallow, and he tripped over a flower bed on the way, and his muffled hum resounded in the empty cemetery, spreading eerily far away.
Before the goose bumps dissipated, Ji Sheng had already walked in front of Xie Xuanming.
In the dark, the sense of smell is more sensitive than sight.
The cold wind carried the thick alcohol vapor, and drifted into Ji Sheng's sensory range in a twisting manner.
As soon as Ji Sheng sniffed, he was almost provoked by the strong and decadent smell to cough a few times.
Alcohol dispersed the mist in the cemetery, and Ji Sheng could clearly see that Xie Xuanming's face was full of drunkenness.
Unlike himself, Xie Xuanming doesn't show his face when drinking.
But eye-catching.
Xie Xuanming lowered his head, the mist and emotion pressed down his eyelids, covering his cloudy pupils.
Ji Sheng hesitantly squatted down beside him, looked up carefully and found—
Xie Xuanming's vision was chaotic.
The confusion, anger, sadness, and longing after being drunk are all scattered in those eyes, drifting with the mist, and falling to the dust less than one square meter under the feet by different routes.
"Thank you senior..." Ji Sheng called out tentatively.
Xie Xuanming didn't move as if he didn't hear it.
"Thank you actor?"
"..."
"Xie Xuanming!"
When his real name was called out, Xie Xuanming finally responded. He raised his eyes and gave Ji Sheng a stingy glance. His squinted eyes and blurred vision made Ji Sheng feel that he didn't recognize him at all.
And it doesn't matter who is in front of him, Xie Xuanming glanced at it casually, and stared at the tombstone again with disinterested eyes.
He said, "Why are you here?"
"You asked me to come." Ji Sheng said, "How much did you drink?"
Xie Xuanming didn't say a word, but stretched out his hand again, and gently touched the stele.
Ji Sheng followed his line of sight and looked at the stone slab. The mist surged over at the right time. Xie Xuanming's fingers were mixed with the mist. Ji Sheng squinted his eyes, but couldn't see the writing on the tombstone clearly.
"Whose grave is this?" he asked.
Hearing the question about the tomb, Xie Xuanming reacted as if his soul had been stabbed.
Although this reaction is still not normal.
"I love him." Xie Xuanming answered the wrong question, and when he opened his mouth, Ji Sheng was stunned. He stroked the tombstone sullenly, "He doesn't love me."
Don't answer the question.
But Ji Sheng suddenly understood in his heart—the person lying under the tomb is Xie Xuanming's unforgettable first love.
Therefore, this is the tomb of Bai Yueguang who framed her two lives.
Ji Sheng suddenly recalled the hesitant expression of 18-year-old Xie Xuanming when he mentioned Bai Yueguang.
He lied.
Bai Yueguang didn't go abroad, but something happened.
Following this logic, Ji Sheng pushed down,
It's no wonder that Xie Xuanming was so radical after his death, and the meal replacement he finally found went down to accompany Lord Yan. This new and old hatred is based together, can it not be crazy
But there is something about this Bai Yueguang, after his death, he can still make Xie Yingdi think about it, squatting in front of the grave in a daze, not a bit of his usual image, sad like a child.
Thinking of this, Ji Sheng inexplicably felt somewhat hostile towards the people in the tomb.
Xie Xuanming couldn't notice Ji Sheng's emotional changes, he squatted down like a mushroom, and continued solemnly: "I have been in love with him since I was young, but he won't even look at me until he dies."
Ji Sheng said, "He's blind."
Xie Xuanming suddenly raised his eyes, staring at Ji Sheng with bloodshot eyes: "You scolded him?"
Ji Sheng: …
The subtle discomfort is even worse.
Ji Sheng was a little annoyed for no reason. Public etiquette forced him to put away his dissatisfaction with the deceased, and he could only direct his yin and yang vibes at Xie Xuanming.
Ji Sheng thought sarcastically,
Good guy, the title of best dog licking should go to Best Actor Xie, it's a shame that Sheng Kongzhi can't compete with him.
A dog-licker who eats three meals a day with humble greetings is considered an introduction to dog-licking, and a dog-licker who is crazy for him and smashes the tombstone for him is a senior dog-licker, the king of dog-lickers!
Xie Xuanming was still staring at Ji Sheng, his foggy eyes were gloomy, and his heavy eyes were on Ji Sheng, as if he would not stop until he explained or apologized for "blaspheming the white moonlight".
Ji Sheng had no choice but to say sincerely: "I mean, if he is with you, it must be very suitable for him to play a role like a blind person. At first glance, it is a good material for reaching the sky and stepping up."
Nonsensical nonsense.
It's also a pity that the drunk man's logic is unclear, and he can't break out the irony.
Xie Xuanming lowered his eyes.
Ji Sheng let out a long breath, but before he could let go, Xie Xuanming said abruptly:
"Do you love me?"
Ji Sheng was choked by the remaining breath, doubting his hearing: "What?"
"Do you love me?" Xie Xuanming repeated.
Ji Sheng couldn't understand his brain circuit, it was incredible: "Why should I..."
"You should love me." Xie Xuanming interrupted him, "You live in my house, and I gave you resources and money."
"Actually." Ji Sheng concluded, "I haven't even seen a Gabeng."
Xie Xuanming was dissatisfied with Ji Sheng's matter-of-fact discussion. He stopped stroking and looked up at Ji Sheng expressionlessly, with a mixture of indifference and threat in his eyes.
It seems that if Ji Sheng says a wrong word again, Xie Xuanming will let him find a place to lie down in this cemetery too.
Ji Sheng wasn't frightened, he was used to seeing Xie Xuanming's ruthless expression, and knew that he would teach the Basic Law even when he was crazy, so he wouldn't explode for no reason. What's more, the drunk Xie Xuanming was far less vicious than usual, his frowning brows and reddish eyes made him look more like a puppy having a temper tantrum.
Hitting right and wrong—Ji Sheng has always been soft rather than tough.
He sighed, compromised and said, "All right, I love you."
Xie Xuanming's expression softened: "Then you come closer and let him see, it's not that I'm not loved or loved."
Ji Sheng stood up slightly, and moved two steps forward.
Not only "he" wants to see Ji Sheng, but Ji Sheng also wants to see who is this white moonlight that fascinates Xie Xuanming.
During the moving process, Ji Sheng raised his eyes inadvertently.
The fog dispersed slowly, and Xie Xuanming's slender fingers traced the writing on the tombstone from left to right.
Withdrawing the fingers is like slow motion, revealing the true face of "White Moonlight" little by little.
Ji Sheng finally saw the word clearly, his footsteps stopped, and his whole body was as immobile as if struck by lightning.
Ji Sheng
2000.10.4—2022.1.17
The fog completely dissipated, and the street lamps next to him slowly cast a faint light. Under the light, Ji Sheng looked like a boy stared at by Medusa, starting from his spine, condensed inch by inch into a stone sculpture.
He was reborn in Ji Hui's body, missed seven months of memories, lay in bed for more than a month, and spent five months with Xie Xuanming...
He lived in too much haste, and he didn't want to look back at death, so he forgot that today was the death day of his previous life.
A turbulent sea rose in Ji Sheng's heart, unraveling the not-so-beautiful truth
No wonder Sheng Kongzhi asked him out and talked with him in depression, no wonder Xie Xuanming was so drunk that he didn't come home and ran to the cemetery to be with lonely ghosts.
Ji Sheng was stunned, and Lei split him open, every burnt smell from his body was mocking his stupidity.
The biggest mystery was revealed, and Ji Sheng curiously approached Xie Xuanming's careful love, opened the curtain, and saw his startled face in the mirror.
Memories flooded in like a tide, covering Shang Jisheng's cheeks with wetness.
In the suffocation and lack of oxygen, Ji Sheng returned to the dusty closed room the day before Qingchu's dissolution.
"A love song? Don't you want to hear your little first love sing, come to me to find a mood?"
The young man couldn't hide his embarrassment under his indifferent expression, he said angrily, "Are you singing or not?"
Ji Sheng stared blankly, and softly whispered "I really want to hear" in his ear.
Seeing his 19-year-old self raise his eyebrows, he opened his mouth and sang casually.
He peeped at the 18-year-old Xie Xuanming secretly looking sideways, and the gaze he cast on him was gentle and longing, but also revealing unobtainable depression.
"If, he looks at me, I will..."
The boy's low thoughts came across the mountains and time.
Ji Sheng's throat was inexplicably dry.
The 19-year-old Ji Sheng sang without distraction, without any intention of raising his eyes.
Ji Sheng's throat moved, but he was silent.
You look at him.
It's okay to refuse, just cut off his thoughts.
Don't let people hide it for so many years, it seems that the more you remember the dull knife, the more painful it will be.
Ji Sheng had mixed feelings, and when the screen turned, he saw Xie Xuanming lying on his side one night after his rebirth, with his brows furrowed and his mouth muttering.
He saw himself getting off the sofa lightly, leaning over to listen.
The self in the picture listened and listened, and got up regretfully and retreated to the sofa.
Ji Sheng who was outside the screen couldn't bear to look at it any longer, and the torrent of dream talk kept echoing in his ears.
"Ji Sheng"
"Ji Sheng..."
"Ji Sheng..."
He finally got it.
"Boom." With a sound, Ji Sheng regained consciousness.
When he was indulging in memories, Xie Xuanming was unstable due to the alcohol, and after shaking a few times, he fell and stuck his head on the grave of "Ji Sheng".
He fell to the ground in embarrassment, staring sideways in a daze, unresponsive, moving his fingers hesitantly, as if he didn't understand what happened, and seemed to be thinking about how to get up.
Ji Sheng finally got out of the stone sculpture state.
He patted his numb legs and got up, limped to Xie Xuanming, and asked in a low voice, "Are you all right?"
After speaking, he realized that his voice was hoarse, coupled with the dizziness caused by the empty footsteps and bursts of heart palpitations.
It's like someone who needs to be asked if there's anything wrong.
Fortunately, the people he faces now have no intention of judging or laughing at his state.
Xie Xuanming slowly raised his head as if stunned.
When he saw Ji Sheng, a bit of astonishment appeared in his eyes, followed by uncontrollable ecstasy.
Before Ji Sheng understood the connotation of that look, he was suddenly pulled by a strong force, suddenly lost his center of gravity, staggered, and fell hard into Xie Xuanming's arms.
Ji Sheng reflexively wanted to struggle, but was fixed by the words in his ear.
Xie Xuanming said, "Ji Sheng."
Ji Sheng didn't move.
Xie Xuanming hugged Ji Hui's shell, and said, "Ji Sheng."
"Ji Sheng..."
"Ji Sheng..."
Ji Sheng's soul was in the shell, shaken by Xie Xuanming's shouts of joy or caution, trembling and unable to land.
In the muddy state, Ji Sheng felt that Xie Xuanming put his chin on his shoulder, and his bones on his shoulder, which made his heart ache.
"Ji Sheng." He finally heard Xie Xuanming muffled,
"I miss you."
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The player [White Moonlight] has lost his horse
Player [Ji Sheng] Please keep working hard