Kou Dong seemed to have had a long dream.
He stood on the top of the building and wandered, looking down from the tall building. Below is the traffic. The golden and red lights converged into a river, flowing past his feet.
Those who get off work, those who go home, those who rush to the next dinner. Elderly woman holds grandson by hand, girl snuggles on boyfriend's chest. Everyone has a place to belong.
His toes stayed on the very edge, and he heard the whistling wind. There is a tall lightning rod erected behind him, and the roof is empty, and no one can be seen.
Only he could hear footsteps.
The Grim Reaper, wearing a thick black hood, stood right behind him. He was watched by gloomy eyes, his whole body was soaked in the icy cold water, and every breath was painful.
"I just want to live."
He heard his own voice speak wearily.
"I just want to live..."
Death looked on indifferently, and did not respond to his words. But Kou Dong vaguely knew in his heart that he probably couldn't escape this time.
A long time ago, a master told his mother: "This child is a face of premature death, and he will definitely not live to be six years old."
— When did that happen
After that, he could hear the voice of death following him. A little bigger, he can even see the shadow of death.
He is always behind him, not far or near. It was like the sword of Dachmoth hanging over his head, reminding him all the time, telling him that he should have died.
Someone forcibly and desperately pulled him back from Huangquan Road.
The psychological torment brought about by this shadow is even more painful than the physical one. Except for him, no one else can see this figure, and he can't show any strangeness in front of anyone—he looks sunny and lively on the surface, but in fact, a huge black hole has long been born, and this black hole will kill his opponent. The last trace of fear was swallowed up.
He couldn't die, it was against his mother's wishes. His family has put in so much effort just to keep him in the Yangshi, even if he takes her efforts into consideration, he can't take this step easily.
His mother's wail entered his mind in an instant, which made him slightly shaken. But another voice told him deeply in his heart:
You would rather the sword fall.
…
Kou Dong couldn't refute, he even felt that his bones smelled of decay. He didn't know if other people could smell it, but he could smell it more clearly day by day.
He had a rotten smell, like a corpse buried in a coffin for many days, completely different from those young people full of vitality. He had smelled this kind of smell in the bodies of old people who were dying for many years. It was an old man's smell, an overwhelmed breath from the body that was forced to stay in the world.
Just drop it.
It's just a matter of falling, it's just a matter of a moment, and everything can be declared over.
This is an abandoned unfinished building, and the downstairs is still a fenced construction site, and there will be no passers-by who stray into it. This made Kou Dong a little relieved, at least when the final sweet death came, he didn't want to involve other people.
Half of his soles slowly went over the edge, and there was a momentary strong sense of weightlessness. His body swayed slightly in the wind, and the corners of his clothes flew up, looking like a butterfly flying from the bottom up.
The god of death raised the black sickle high above his head, waiting to harvest the soul that should have been returned to the underworld long ago.
"-three."
He heard his own voice whispering, the tone was extremely calm, and he didn't tremble.
"-two."
"… one."
He too is going to his home.
His figure soared into the air lightly, and then fell headfirst.
At the same time, the other hand suddenly grabbed his collar and pulled him off the fence of the rooftop. The person behind him was half a head taller than him, and when he turned his head, he vaguely saw that person's face.
The face that made him feel familiar, but for a moment he couldn't remember who it looked like.
picture…
Ye Yanzhi
These three words turned slightly in his heart, but the scythe of the god of death had cut through the air. He stared at the person gloomyly, then turned around immediately, walked straight to the door, and left here. The man pulled him down with a low and clear voice, "Are you all right?"
"..."
Kou Dong couldn't answer.
If you escape this time, there will be a next time. Death will come again sooner or later.
He can't be attached to this man's arm forever.
"It's okay," he still responded to the kind-hearted man in a low voice, trying his best to hide the momentary disappointment in his heart, "I'm just, I just can't think about it..."
The man seemed to smile slightly.
He looked very young, similar to Kou Dong's age, with an extremely clear face, he said, "Long time no see."
Kou Dong was taken aback by this sentence, then raised his head and looked at the person in front of him.
He doesn't remember meeting this person.
But looking at those quiet black eyes, it seemed that something gradually awakened his brain. Kou Dong heard his own surprised voice: "Are you from the Ye family?"
Kou Dong should have died a long time ago.
But his father died in an accident, leaving only a helpless mother in the family. The mother was unwilling to lose her only relative, and led him to search for mountains and famous rivers since he was a child, and visited many Taoist priests and monks. No one can help them, and many Taoist priests persuaded: "Fate cannot be changed, don't force it."
Mother Kou couldn't listen to this. She is just such a son, and her life is tied to her son. She spent all her wealth on buying incense sticks, kowtowed head after head, and she did not know how many kowtows. Finally, an eminent monk who was about to pass away felt compassion and pointed her to another way.
"The Ye family may be able to help you."
"Which Ye family?"
"Yanglian Ye's family. They live in the mortal world, but they manage the affairs of the two worlds. They can communicate with ghosts and gods, and control life and death. If you go to find them, you may still have a chance."
After finishing speaking, the eminent monk closed his eyes, let out a long sigh, and passed away forever.
It took Kou's mother two full years of effort to find the Ye family, but to her disappointment, the Ye family was unwilling to make a move, and even wanted to expel them from the gate just after hearing this request.
The eminent monk didn't finish. Although the Ye family controls life and death, they want to kill those who are forced to stay in the world to maintain the balance of yin and yang in the world.
Mother Kou's wish happened to be something they despised. If it succeeds, the Ye family will also take action to solve it.
Kou's mother smashed her head, but it didn't help at all, until when she was going out, Kou Dong bumped into another person.
That was a child too.
The child stared at his back, and then came to look at him again—with just one look, Kou Dong knew that he could only hear at this moment, but the other party could see the god of death.
He pursed his lips and wanted to get out of here, but he heard the child stop him.
Immediately, the child said to the head of the Ye family: "Why don't you let him live here for a while?"
"..."
Kou Dong didn't know his identity, but he should be unusual, and no one dared to disobey such words. Even the gray-haired Patriarch of the Ye family frowned disapprovingly, but after looking at his grandson, he finally nodded.
"Only one year, only him."
Kou's mother wept with joy.
It didn't matter for a year, or even just for a day—as long as her child lived, she didn't have to see it.
For a long time, this child from the Ye family became Kou Dong's only partner. The Ye family is very strict, and Kou Dong is never allowed to wander around. The range of activities is only a small courtyard, almost like house arrest.
Fortunately, he is not an impetuous person by nature, but he can live in it. At times like this, the boy alone would come to see him.
Others call him Young Master.
Kou Dong also called him young master.
Even though he lived in Ye's house, he still couldn't get rid of the god of death. The god of death would make footsteps from time to time, trailing behind him. During this year in the Ye family, he may have received enough aura to be able to see the other party's appearance clearly.
Whenever the god of death looks for him, the young master will pull him and lead him to avoid the black cloak.
"Think of it as hide and seek."
Holding his hand was cold, the voice of the child beside him said in a low voice, "This is just a game of hide-and-seek..."
In this way, the dreadful death is no longer dreadful. They clasped their hands tightly, dodging quietly among them, avoiding the scythe that suddenly fell from the god of death.
It's all like a game.
However, according to the agreement, Kou Dong can only stay in Ye's house for one year. After one year was over, he was sent out immediately, and he never saw the young master again after that.
The god of death also followed him closely, but for some reason, he didn't really make a move once. Kou Dong has been in the reality of his imminent death for a long time, and has not thought of his childhood partner for a long time. During this time, his mother also died, holding his hand tightly before she died, asking him to live hard.
Kou Dong became a man without a home. He originally thought that he would forget the appearance of his childhood friend.
Until he saw those eyes again.
Black eyes that seem to be able to see through life and death.
"...Master?"
He whispered this address, looked at it without blinking, and saw more familiar traces on this face.
In the end, he also smiled slightly, and said softly, "Long time no see."
-haven't seen you for a long time.
The other party has grown into a real adult, but he is still hovering on the verge of death.
He heard the hollow voice in his heart, but there was still a smile on his face, only the regretful voice in his heart told him:
Not this time.
When will it be his return date
At the same time, Ye Yanzhi, who was alone in his home, also opened his eyes.
He stretched out his hand in a daze, and saw that his slender and powerful hand didn't have the ring that symbolized the identity of the Ye Family's Patriarch.
"It's time to remember."
He whispered, almost a murmur.
With the energy of the psychology teacher, it should be enough to wake up a memory of Kou Dong.
He gave the psychology teacher the most authority. The psychological teacher is more sober and capable than him, and will not be imprisoned by his identity, so he can choose to hide Kou Dong among the assimilated world.
Ye Yanzhi couldn't.
He can reverse the life and death of a person, but he cannot reverse the life and death of everyone in the world.
Just like what he said to Kou Dong at that time, this is a game of hide and seek—
Only those who are not found by the god of death will be the winners.
Just, long time no see
He recalled what Kou Dong said at that time, and couldn't help laughing softly, as if he was laughing at the innocence of a young man who was as innocent as a blank sheet of paper.
[Complete date with NPC—]
[Dating points obtained: 47.]
The author has something to say:
Ye Yanzhi: Looking at this silly boy, he doesn't even know that the voyeur is actually me...
Kou Dong: ...? ? ? ?
Young master, your character is broken, do you know that