Chapter 15 Ghosts Don’t Understand (1)

Ying Zhisheng still had to appear on a talk show. He sat on his hospital bed, his face frighteningly pale. Assistant Tao, who had come to deliver the materials, gulped quietly, suspecting that Brother Sheng had been possessed by a demon.

Isn't falling into a coma due to an overdose of sleeping pills tantamount to seeking death?

A singer who has dominated the music scene for seven years, won various major awards, has fame, traffic, strength, and the added bonus of good looks. How could such a person want to commit suicide? Isn't this a ghost?

"I think we need to ask a master to take a look at Brother Sheng." Assistant Tao only dared to mutter to himself, not daring to let Ying Zhisheng hear it.

Uncle Cheng Zhi's eyes evaded him, but he finally confessed honestly, "I, I asked a friend to prescribe a lot of sleeping pills for Zhisheng—about ten bottles in total. What do you think these pills are used for?"

"What the hell? When did you get the medicine for Brother Sheng?"

Uncle Chengzhi kept silent, just sighed deeply and went to talk to Fuquan.

Ying Zhisheng lay in his hospital bed, repeatedly scrolling back the progress bar to watch the video of Strawberry Bear dancing. Holding a blue and pink light sign, Strawberry Bear shook his head as a group of girls gathered to take photos.

It turns out it’s right in front of us.

He pulled the corners of his mouth and drooped his eyelids listlessly. Before closing his eyes, his dreams were full of scattered bloody scenes. He didn't dare to sleep. Now in his dreams, he could talk and play with Lou Sheng as they did in the past. There was no separation between them, no fate. It was so good that he even wanted to die.

Fuquan knocked twice on the ward door, then walked in and asked in a low voice, "Ying Zhisheng! What do you and Chengzhi need so many sleeping pills for?"

When it comes to Lou Sheng, all others see is the opposition between life and death, the candle's unfortunate extinction and its blazing flame.

Ying Zhisheng knew no one would support him, and might even call him crazy. Emotions surrounded his body, corroding his heart. He was about to become a hollow shell. Each dream, each proof that Lou Sheng still existed, nourished him, giving him a new lease on life.

"Fuquan, I want to sleep."

"Bullshit! You were obviously afraid of sleeping before! You had trouble falling asleep!"

Ying Zhisheng lifted his eyelids to look at him, his eyebrows, eyelashes, and pupils the richest color of his face. His pale lips curled slightly, like a glass cup that could break at any moment. He gently opened his lips and said, "In my dreams, I can see the people I want to see. Fuquan, you have to believe that I will get better and better."

As long as Lou Sheng stays by his side, he will get better and better.

"Getting better?" Fuquan nodded, then sneered and asked, "Then why did you overdose on sleeping pills this time? You've taken so many times, don't you have a good idea of ​​the dosage?"

Dreams are light and beautiful, while reality is cruel and cold. Faced with such a contrast, Ying Zhisheng inevitably wants to escape.

He promised: "There won't be a next time."

After all, Lou Sheng has not been settled yet.

…

Lou Sheng was home alone, so Ying Zhisheng didn't spend much time at the hospital before rushing back. He could sense the hesitation and strange gaze from Cheng Zhishu, Tao's assistant, so he simply put on his headphones and leaned against the car window, listening quietly to music.

After getting off the car, he arranged another car and went to find Zhang Kaifa to get his things.

This developer asked for another 700,000 yuan. Ying Zhisheng stared at the unkempt man with a scrutinizing gaze and warned him, "Keep the money and keep your mouth shut. I hope our cooperation will last a long time, and you won't be shortchanged."

Zhang Kaifa's expression froze. He scratched his head and handed the contents of the plastic bag to him, instructing him, "Apply it on your eyelids and keep reciting the words on the note, and you will see the person you want to see."

"Okay." Ying Zhisheng turned around and left without saying anything more.

What kind of feeling was this? He couldn't wait. If he could, he would run as fast as he could to get to that person.

Being able to see is like breaking the dimensional wall between life and death, and the chaotic darkness finally glimpses infinite light from the cracks.

Ying Zhisheng was thrilled, so excited that his heart was pounding and he was fidgeting in the car. But upon returning to his deserted home, his boiling blood suddenly cooled. He clutched the plastic bag tightly and closed the door in silence.

The moment the door closed, a gust of cold wind blew in. Ying Zhisheng slightly widened his eyes, and after guessing what Lou Sheng was doing, he couldn't help but laugh.

Unable to leave this house, Lou Sheng would feel depressed again.

He became increasingly calm, so calm that he could sit on the sofa and watch the Q&A session that would begin the next morning, and review the host's questions.

Until night.

In the bathroom, Ying Zhisheng stared at himself in the mirror. He smeared the thick, dark liquid on his eyelids, the biting cold making it almost impossible to open his eyes. He muttered something under his breath, like a devout believer praying to the heavens for mercy and for his wish to be granted.

A biting chill spread across his eyelids, penetrating his brain and blurring his mind. Words couldn't describe the cold, the damp, icy air enveloped him, and he fell into the icy lake, where a pair of hands pulled him down, wiping him out of the sunlight.

Until a vague figure appeared beside him.

Ying Zhisheng clenched his fists until his knuckles turned white, veins bulging in his arms. He trembled and gasped for air, as if he had narrowly escaped drowning. His eyes, however, stared stubbornly at the mirror, at the spot beside him, silently repeating that person's name.

Lou Sheng.

Show up soon.

Life and death cannot separate us, you will stay by my side forever.

However, at this moment, Lou Sheng was looking at Ying Zhisheng with a strange expression.

This big star was shivering while applying eye cream. How expensive could that eye cream be? It makes me feel so sorry for her.