Chapter 11 Ghosts Are Not Rich (1)

According to Pan Dahai, it was Aunt Hong who appeared in his son's dream and asked him to burn the handsome boy to stay with him, but she abandoned him in the end.

However, Aunt Hong told Lou Sheng that Pan Dahai, as the big ghost in this area, kept harassing her, which made her very annoyed. She sent a dream to her son to burn a paper man, purely to prevent Pan Dahai.

Bai Yi died of a sudden heart attack at home, but was not discovered in time. Her family kept her ashes at home, two floors below Ying Zhisheng's, so they were close by.

"Brother Lou Sheng doesn't like going out?"

"I'm fine, but I have a physical condition that makes me easily acclimatized. Every time I travel to another province, I can't adapt and I get rashes and diarrhea, and I have to go to the hospital. If it happens once or twice, I won't be willing to travel anymore."

That's pretty miserable, Bai Yi looked at him with sympathy. After a few seconds of staring, she was too embarrassed to turn her head away. This time, the new boss was really handsome.

Ying Zhisheng came out of the kitchen carrying some food and noticed the brown throw blanket on the sofa had been dragged. He walked a few steps with a normal expression and noticed that the lights in the living room were flickering slightly and the coffee table had been bumped.

Ying Zhisheng stopped and stared at the empty sofa. He knew there was a guest at home, though he couldn't tell if the guest was a man or a woman, or what they looked like. He was chatting and joking with Lou Sheng.

He couldn't see Lou Sheng, nor could he see how Lou Sheng and the uninvited guest interacted with each other. Ying Zhisheng lowered his eyes, facing the fact directly and bitterly: he and Lou Sheng were no longer in the same world.

Meanwhile, Lou Sheng was practicing square dancing with Aunt Hong when the quiet Bai Yi suddenly stood up and pointed in the direction of the kitchen door, stammering, "This is, this is Ying Zhisheng!"

Lou Sheng waved his hand to signal her to sit down, and said calmly, "Calm down. Everyone has heard Ying Zhisheng's songs. Whether you're shopping, buying clothes, or singing karaoke, he's everywhere."

Bai Yi looked at Lou Sheng curiously, "Boss, what's your relationship? Are you family?"

This question left Lou Sheng speechless. He hesitated before telling the truth: "Ying Zhisheng and I were classmates."

"Which school? Jin'an No. 1 Middle School or Qinan Experimental School? Or Jingda Affiliated Middle School?"

It was terrifying. Even strangers online could easily tell the names of the schools Ying Zhisheng had attended. Lou Sheng got goosebumps all over his body.

Everything about Ying Zhisheng, the slightest clue, was dug up by netizens. His life was scrutinized and his privacy was exposed. He was even wary of buying a bottle of water at the grocery store, and he would reflexively step back and keep his distance when talking to classmates and teachers.

Lou Sheng knew about this. He remembered one time when the two of them were secretly photographed while out and about. Ying Zhisheng, looking gloomy and embarrassed, went over and demanded that the video be deleted. During the argument, he even smashed his phone. This incident escalated online, but it was Lou Sheng's mother, who owned an entertainment company, who intervened to suppress the public opinion.

Aunt Hong saw Lou Sheng frowning and rejecting her, so she changed the subject and asked, "Why are you staying at your classmate's house?"

Lou Sheng also wanted to know how he ended up in Ying Zhisheng's house and couldn't leave no matter how hard he tried.

Bai Yi was a big fan of a certain actress before her death, so she'd heard some of the stories. She lamented, "What a touching friendship between classmates. People online say Ying Zhisheng is withdrawn and friendless, and some say he's cold-hearted and heartless, sending his own father abroad. I used to believe all that, but now it seems like it's all fabricated to attract attention!"

At that moment, Ying Zhisheng brought the prepared meal to the table and ate alone, head bowed, in silence. The room was spacious yet empty, cold and deserted, save for the occasional clink of dishes and chopsticks, a heartbreaking silence. Lou Sheng couldn't bear to watch, so he drifted over to sit across from him and eat with him.

It was time for Aunt Bai Yihong to leave. Before leaving, the little girl did not forget to give Lou Sheng a bag of chocolates.

Lou Sheng hadn't eaten any chocolate since his death, and his eyes widened. After learning that it was bought from Guiji, he was even more eager to ask Ying Zhisheng to burn paper money for him.

…

night.

Ying Zhisheng lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling with empty eyes, refusing to fall asleep.

Lou Sheng was so anxious that he turned around and around. He sat beside the bed and sang a lullaby to him: "Go to sleep, go to sleep, my dear classmate. Your father is here with you..."

It was three or four o'clock in the morning when Ying Zhisheng finally closed his eyelids, and his eyelashes cast long dark shadows under the soft light of the small bedside lamp.

Lou Sheng stared at him for a moment. Suddenly, he remembered lunch breaks at school. Back then, Ying Zhisheng was still quite young, juggling schoolwork with performances and events, running back and forth between work and school. During lunch breaks, if Lou Sheng wasn't around, he'd stay up, with Lou Sheng reading beside him. Ying Zhisheng would always sleep so soundly, oblivious to being tickled on the cheek.

Why is it that I have difficulty falling asleep now? Life is so unpredictable.

This dream scared Lou Sheng. It was exactly the same as reality. He was still in Ying Zhisheng's bedroom, with a night light on the bedside, rippling curtains and a gentle breeze. He couldn't tell whether it was a dream or reality, and whether he was actually sending a message in a dream.

Ying Zhisheng opened his eyes, turned his head, and fixed his gaze on Lou Sheng. He asked in a hoarse voice, "What's wrong?"

You should think that you can see yourself, and this is a dream.

Lou Sheng avoided his gaze uncomfortably and said, "I came here to ask you to burn paper money. I mentioned it to you in your dream last time, but you probably forgot."

He was unsure of Ying Zhisheng's attitude and was worried that he would be rejected and continue to be poor.

Lou Sheng leaned over and looked at him with a smile, his eyes bright. He was so close that Ying Zhisheng clenched his fingers and tensed his back.

Ying Zhisheng put his hand on Lou Sheng's shoulder, pushing him away to keep some distance. He met those passionate peach blossom eyes and suddenly laughed, "Lou Sheng, are you really short of money now? You've been urging me to burn paper for you in my dreams twice."

"I'm missing some." Lou Sheng had nothing to hide at this point, so he said sincerely, "I met two ghosts today. A beautiful female ghost gave me some chocolate. It's so delicious. When you burn the money for me, I'll ask the female ghost to buy me some more. My good brother, if you help me, I'll recognize you as my godfather!"

He even called his godfather for a piece of chocolate.

Ying Zhisheng lazily averted his gaze, thinking of Lou Sheng, a wealthy second-generation who had always had everything he wanted, and now he was reduced to a pitiful state, envious of chocolate. His heart sank, and he told Lou Sheng, "I'll burn it for you tomorrow. If you're not related to me, remember to return the chocolate they gave you."

Zhang Kaifa said there was no need to burn paper money and that Lou Sheng had to starve.

Only when he was extremely hungry could he feed Lou Sheng with blood. If he was well fed, there was no way Lou Sheng would be willing to drink his blood.

But……

"Tell me what tributes you want to eat and I'll prepare them for you. You're obsessed with a single chocolate. It seems like you're having a pretty miserable time down there."

But he really couldn't ignore or refuse Lou Sheng's request.