Chapter 117

Lou Sheng was confused at first, and then stunned.

Because he found that Ying Zhisheng was mumbling silently, his back muscles were tense, and a few unconscious whimpers came out of his mouth, all of which showed that this person was in extreme fear.

Lou Sheng's eyes suddenly felt sore. He lay on his back, hugged Ying Zhisheng's neck even tighter, and whispered, "Don't be afraid, I'm back."

“…”

It's not an illusion.

Not a fantasy.

With his head lowered, Ying Zhisheng's expression seemed to be both crying and laughing, but only for a moment, then he clenched his back teeth to suppress his emotions, trying to return to his usual calm and indifference.

Unable to do so, he turned around and hugged Lou Sheng tightly. This cold, icy ghost, who could easily kill him, felt like he held the whole world in his arms. His strength suddenly increased, and he held him tighter and tighter, preventing Lou Sheng from turning back and seeing his face twisted and on the verge of tears. He felt powerless, useless, unable to transcend life and death, unable to change anyone's fate.

His voice was hoarse and trembling as he asked, "Are you hurt?"

Lou Sheng knew that his emotions were on the verge of losing control, so he gently comforted him: "I'm fine."

"Did they beat you?"

"No."

"Have I ever thrown you into a mountain of knives? A sea of ​​fire? Lava? A frying pan..."

“No.”

"Are you scared... In such a cold and scary place, I can't find you anywhere in the world. Even if you die, I can't find you. Are you scared, Lou Sheng?"

"No." Lou Sheng frowned, wrapped his arms around his neck, and gently caressed Ying Zhisheng's earlobe, trying to comfort him through intimate gestures. After a pause, he added, "I just miss you so much, and I'm worried about you."

Just these words, Ying Zhisheng, who had been holding back his tears, burst into tears. He didn't want to expose his vulnerability in front of the boy he loved, so he held Lou Sheng's head tightly to prevent him from looking up.

But what good was that? He had already been like this since he learned of Lou Sheng's death, vulnerable, mad and mad, slowly corroding from the inside. Perhaps one day he would see corpse spots? Rotting flesh? If that day came, he would surely be filled with joy and smiles.

"Don't leave me again, Lou Sheng." The self-esteem of the singing genius and the youngest king has been completely worn out.

"I can't live without you."

With his head held down, Lou Sheng unconsciously clutched the hem of Ying Zhisheng's clothes. The snow-white hem was stained with blood and deformed.

The sound came out of his throat in a mumble. Lou Sheng closed his eyes and said, "...I know."

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"Grandma Zhu was walking briskly, her strides even bigger than mine, and the first thing she said was, 'I brought them in.' Your grandmother was so arrogant, pointing at the ghost messenger and saying he wasn't following the rules... They pulled out a monster that was huge, bigger than our building. Its eyes were as bright as light bulbs, gleaming! Did you know, it even blinked and flirted with the ghost messenger?"

Yu Gengshi suppressed his laughter and asked, "Monster? Is there Ultraman down there? You really are! I asked you to tell me how my grandma rescued you, but you were just trying to cheer Ying Zhisheng up."

The bedroom door was open, and everyone inside could hear what they said.

The lights were bright, and the living room was filled with people and ghosts. There were more people sitting on the floor than on the sofa. They listened attentively and discussed Lou Sheng's work as a ghost messenger.

Bai Yi asked, "Is there a salary?"

Lou Sheng's eyes flickered slightly, "Uh, no."

"Young man, you're working for free." Aunt Hong admired her black fingernails and shook her head, sighing, "Kindness is the capitalist's favorite."

Zhou Qing kissed the child in his arms, his face weak as he said gently, "It's good that you're back, it's good that you're back. If that idiot Sun Qing hadn't messed around back then, this wouldn't have happened."

"Where's Sun Qing?"

"Oh, Yu Gengshi went up and swished a few pieces of talisman paper. The yellow paper spontaneously combusted and caught fire, and Sun Qing screamed in pain. In this situation, instead of crying for his parents, he shouted my name. He is really sick." Zhou Qing smiled, his eyes cold, and said, "It's disgusting."

Bai Yi snorted, "Sister, let me introduce you to someone better. Sun Qing was a singing and dancing king in his lifetime and quite pretty. You eat well, don't worry, I'll pick you a better one."

Zhou Qing raised an eyebrow and glanced at the absent-minded Lou Sheng, "Who can eat as well as our handsome Lou?"

Lou Sheng suddenly looked up, then helplessly lowered his head with his hands on his forehead.

"Hahahaha! You're right!" Bai Yi slapped her thigh. "You don't know how good Lou Sheng looked when I saw him that day. His face was rosy and his eyes were full of spring water. He looked like he had absorbed the yang energy of seven or eight young men. Oh my god, I said he was still shy!"

Aunt Hong listened and smiled: "No matter whether in life or after death, a high-quality man will support others..."

The action of holding his forehead turned into covering his ears. Lou Shengdai could no longer sit still, so he quietly went back to the bedroom to find Ying Zhisheng.

The bedroom was dark, the curtains drawn tightly, keeping out the light. The door was open, and I could clearly hear the noises outside.

Ying Zhisheng was trapped in the aftermath of fear and trembling, always thinking that this was a beautiful fantasy before committing suicide, but he also worried that Lou Sheng would suddenly disappear or be taken away, causing him to be paranoid. Or perhaps the separation was too sudden and decisive, and he could not escape the dark shadow of the recent past.

Lou Sheng took the initiative to hug Ying Zhisheng from behind and comforted him: "I'm here, don't be sad. You don't know, they were teasing me when you were not around."

Ying Zhisheng forced a smile, "That's because everyone likes you." He was wondering whether Lou Sheng was beaten or not. Ghosts don't leave scars. He suspected that Lou Sheng's soul had become fainter, and his mind was wandering, thinking about what would happen during the time of separation.

"I like you so much, big star." Sweet words came out of her mouth, and Lou Sheng was really at a loss for words.

It was a completely different reaction than I had expected.

Ying Zhisheng's forehead twitched, his eyes red as if bleeding. His lips trembled, but he said nothing. He closed his eyes and said weakly, "Lou Sheng, it's too easy for me to die in your hands."

No one understands, no one understands him.

He started to become moody and different from ordinary people. Is he really crazy? When did he go crazy?

"Lou Sheng, we have to stay together forever."

…

Lou Sheng was completely confused. He even repeated a few words that Ying Zhisheng said over and over again, but he couldn't understand any hidden meaning.

He went out again, said goodbye to his friends who had come to express their concern, said a few words and came back. Ying Zhisheng had already fallen asleep, and there was an empty glass on the bedside.

“…”

Lou Sheng pursed his lips and entered Ying Zhisheng's dream again, wanting to see what was going on in this man's mind and what he was dreaming about. Was the dream still about the distant past?

The bedroom in Ying Zhisheng's dream was his bedroom when he was young, not the large flat he bought after he became famous, but a small apartment.

A single desk lamp lit the bedroom, illuminating an unclosed book and an uncapped pen. Lou Sheng's name was written on the test paper, in red and black ink, marking the corrected mistakes he'd copied.

There is a hot-blooded poster of a middle school student on the wall, which Lou Sheng insisted on buying.

I couldn't see clearly, but I could hear the sound of panting.

"Lou Sheng."

"Hiss, Lou Sheng..."

"Lou Sheng, be good..."

Lou Sheng stood still, not daring to take a step forward.

The bed was in disarray, there were rustling sounds, and the phone fell to the ground with a click. He heard Ying Zhisheng's muffled groan, with the familiar lust from their past.

The phone fell at his feet, and Lou Sheng saw that it was a photo of his abdominal muscles that he had posted to the fan group.

My scalp is tingling.

Lou Sheng felt a chill on his back and turned to leave, frantically twisting the doorknob but unable to open it. He didn't know how to get out of the other person's dream, so he would usually wake up to his heartbeat and let it flow.

He needs to find a place to calm down first.

Where can I find it? This is Ying Zhisheng’s dream!!

A hand rested on his shoulder. It belonged to Ying Zhisheng, who had quietly and suddenly approached. Lou Sheng's eyes widened slightly, and then his chin was pulled back, and the person behind him kissed him eagerly.

"Are we not destined to be together? Lou Sheng."

Lou Sheng quickly shook his head.

The hand that played the piano caressed his lips, her tone full of love. "Lou Sheng, let's stay in this dream forever, and keep loving each other."

——

The sound of the wind at night was like someone crying, sobbing and sobbing, intermittent. The wind blew from night to day, suddenly stopping and becoming weak and breathless.

The wind slapped against the window, like someone was patting it. The dark curtains swayed like a shadow.

This dream lasted for almost a whole day and was interrupted in the hospital.

Fuquan's face was filled with worry, and he said tiredly, "Ying Zhisheng, you took too many sleeping pills."

Assistant Tao was surprised. "Lou Sheng, there are tears in your eyes. I think you look good. You can endorse supplements or something..."

Lou Sheng first made sure his clothes were intact, then heaved a sigh of relief and hung them on the ceiling. He felt he needed to slow down.