Chapter 92

Zhenzi was like a fish in water. She skillfully crawled out from the television and computer screens in every household. Her long black hair covered her pretty face, her neck twisted into an incredible arc, and she made a hoarse sound from her mouth.

When she turned her head, she saw Lou Sheng and a strange man.

She didn't pay much attention to the appearance of this strange man. Since she already had someone she loved, she naturally didn't see anything else.

"Hey, why are you looking for me?" Zhenzi asked, bending down to see if there was anyone hiding under the table.

Lou Sheng was leaving work early this time and heading home with Ying Zhisheng. It was quite embarrassing. He'd asked for leave just a few days after starting, and was leaving soon after starting. And he was an airborne captain, so he looked like a hated relative.

This was the first gay couple Zhenzi had ever met, so she was naturally curious. When she learned Lou Sheng was leaving early for work, she simply waved her hand and said, "Go ahead, go ahead. I'll be home soon, too. My husband actually came home early today. I'm so happy!"

That's quite a coincidence.

"Do you know why Gao Yixuan died suddenly at home?" Zhenzi suddenly brought this up, leaving the question unanswered.

"Why?" Gao Yi's death by hanging was indeed inexplicable.

"Oh, it was Zhang Kaifa from the detention center who did it. They cursed him and killed him. So cruel! Zhang Kaifa is quite capable. He was behind my husband and I's wedding." Zhenzi winked playfully, "You guys should get married too. Death has its advantages after all. How could two people with a hundred years of age difference fall in love when they were alive? How can two men get married naturally? They're dead now, so it's up to them."

"We'll talk about it when the time comes."

Lou Sheng turned his head away embarrassedly, so he floated over and lay on Ying Zhisheng's shoulder, whispering, "Let's go home."

…

This time, after dealing with Lou Weihong and the others in the lounge, Ying Zhisheng leaned back on the leather sofa, the lingering ringing in his ears. Suddenly, he felt a splitting headache and vomited blood.

Fuquan was almost frightened to death and kept clamoring to go to the hospital for a checkup. Ying Zhisheng refused and came over after simply rinsing his mouth.

Therefore, Lou Sheng found that Ying Zhisheng's face was pale, and when he opened his mouth and frowned when he spoke, he looked tired.

"Are you tired from filming today?" He thought that it shouldn't be the case. Public opinion online was getting better, and the clarification that was forcibly suppressed had also entered the public eye. Things were getting better.

"Not tired."

Ying Zhisheng carried Lou Sheng on his back as they walked along the flat, gray cement road. His shoes stepped over dead branches and kicked up small gravel. The road stretched as far as the eye could see, leaving only the shadow of a single person. The shadow gradually lengthened under the bright moonlight, leaving no trace of evidence of their love.

"Are you unhappy? Still thinking about the scares I just gave you." Lou Sheng rubbed his head, sighed, and pretended to be relaxed: "Actually, there's nothing to be sad about. Death is death, and death definitely doesn't look good. You didn't expect my death to be so horrible. I didn't expect it either."

Ying Zhisheng has seen it.

When Lou Sheng jumped off the building, he was just downstairs.

The distance between the tall building and the ground cannot be crossed in one or two steps, just like the distance between him and Lou Sheng, the distance between life and death.

Ying Zhisheng did not find Lou Sheng's death horrible. When he held the bloody Lou Sheng in his arms, he tried to stop the bleeding without knowing his own limitations. He murmured and begged him not to die, and carefully wiped the blood and dust off his face.

Ying Zhisheng just felt too much pain.

Would Lou Sheng, who would rather die than bow his head, feel pain in his heart when he goes to find that scumbag father?

Will the carefree and confident boy, who looks like he's about to die, feel lost and embarrassed when he sees the deep fear in other people's eyes?

Ying Zhisheng stared blankly at the changing black shadows on the ground. The shadows were faint and ethereal, so fragile that they could cover a small area with shadows.

He couldn't stand Lou Sheng's grievances.

——

[The situation with Ying Zhisheng has finally turned around. Fortunately, I had foresight. I managed to resist taking sides and not follow the trend despite such strong public opinion!]

[Slap on the face! Ying Zhisheng's fans are holding their heads high again.]

[No, they don’t notify me every time they change their face [Speechless] I just posted an ugly picture of Ying Zhisheng and got scolded]

There are no ugly pictures of Ying Zhisheng. They're all photoshopped. His face is as important as his country. [Love] I apologize for scolding him a few days ago. He donated 20 million!

[I apologize too. Actually, I know he's not in a relationship or having affairs, but I just cursed him on purpose. Because if you curse him ten times, you get twenty yuan [praying] [praying]]

[Haha, what's the point of a few apologies for such a large-scale cyberbullying? Disgusting, disgusting, disgusting, disgusting, disgusting, disgusting! !]

[Oh my god, Ying Zhisheng's crazy fans have shown up again. What are you guys so anxious about?]

[Ying Zhisheng's crazy fans, please explain why he's talking to himself and the air. I'm asking if he's mentally ill or has something around him. Choose one and tell me, don't play dead [middle finger]]

The online arguments continued, albeit on a smaller scale, and the discussion was still rife. Someone, who had long been at the center of the controversy, experiencing public ridicule, online violence, and overwhelming accusations, rarely posted on this beautiful night:

[Ying Zhisheng: I want to get closer to the person I like [supporting my face] [supporting my face]]

Is it an official announcement?

No way, this incoherent sentence doesn't mean there is a love affair.

Soon, smart netizens saw through everything.

[Anonymous user 41446: Just trying to attract attention and popularity. Look, it's trending again.]

As soon as Ying Zhisheng got home, he fed Lou Sheng first. This time, he cut a big cut on the palm of his hand, which went through the entire palm. Blood dripped out of the bowl and was difficult to stop.

Watching his own blood flow was a strange experience, a silent itch spreading between his fingers, like crawling insects. Ying Zhisheng was so focused that he didn't hear Lou Sheng calling him.

Lou Sheng frowned, looking serious, and the tears in his beautiful peach blossom eyes seemed to be a little broken.

His voice was hurried and trembling slightly. "Ying Zhisheng, what's wrong with you? You've been acting strangely since we met. Tell me what happened."

The person opposite him looked at him with a deep and calm look, his features relaxed, and he whispered a secret that had been hidden for many years: "Lou Sheng, I like you."

"If you like someone too much, it may be close to love, or it may be love itself."

Lou Sheng turned his head away, his eyes sore.

He liked her so much. This boy who accompanied and depended on him could easily tug at his dead heart with every word and action.

——"Ying Zhisheng, what are you afraid of when I'm here? Just follow me."

——"I spent all the scholarship money I won from the competition on you. They said I was supporting my wife... Hey! Why are you still angry?"

——"I'm giving you my headphones. Oh, your song is playing in them... Are you laughing?"

——"Ying Zhisheng, if there's anything you haven't tried, I'll take you there."

——"Your dad won't attend the parent-teacher conference? That's fine. I didn't inform my mom either."

——"Why is it necessary to be like this when practicing the piano? Goodbye, my brother. Your hands are like this now. Let me help you unscrew the bottle cap."

…

Picking up the piano again, that night, Ying Zhisheng played all the songs he had written over the years over and over again. In the dim room, a pale man sat on the floor. He was not alone, because his beloved was by his side.

The sound of the piano is beautiful and touching.

He didn't stop until the sun rose and the strings broke, and the blood from his fingertips seeped into the wooden body of the guitar.

He used his phone to file for sick leave, saying he needed to rest and that no one would disturb him. Without hesitation, Ying Zhisheng committed suicide.

Incomprehensible choice.

Lou Sheng stared with wide eyes, watching Ying Zhisheng lying in the bathtub and cutting his wrist with a knife.

The snow-white bathtub was once again stained with red, which shouldn't be there. The blood sliding down the wall looked like drops of tears.

"Hey! What are you doing?!"

"Are you crazy! Ying Zhisheng!!"

"Tell me what happened. There will always be a way."

"Ying Zhisheng, please don't die..."

"Don't do this, I beg you, please get up!"

"Don't die, don't die, don't die, I beg you, don't do this."

"You should hold on to life, don't die..."

Lou Sheng was powerless to stop him and tried to control him by turning into a ghost. However, he did not know that ghosts could not control their owners, so he tried in vain and then he could not stop crying.

When Ying Zhisheng saw him crying, his heart ached.

No one could understand his desperate gamble.

After his death, Lou Sheng would no longer bow his head for his future career, nor would he feel lost and depressed because of the so-called resurrection.

"Lou Sheng, I'll take good care of your ashes. You won't be taken to hell by the ghost messenger."

"Don't cry, I just want to come to your world. This is allowed, right?"

"Bullshit! Ying Zhisheng, get up!" Lou Sheng gritted his teeth and growled forcefully, "Get up! Why do you want to die? Don't do this! You're just blaming me in your heart and want me to experience your pain. I've already felt it, enough. Don't die, I beg you, I really beg you!"

The blood spread, and the red stung his eyes.

A powerless soul cannot save a person who is determined to die.

Lou Sheng suddenly said angrily, "Go to hell, and don't even think about seeing me. Ying Zhisheng, I'm telling you, if you die, I'll go basking in the sun and turn into ashes, and you won't be able to find me! This life is over for both of us!"

Due to excessive blood loss, Ying Zhisheng felt dizzy and didn't react to what he was saying for a while.

"Which is more important, you dying or me turning to ashes? It's your choice."

Lou Sheng left without a second thought, forcing Ying Zhisheng to abandon his foolish suicide attempt. The bathroom fell silent. Then, Ying Zhisheng struggled to get out and collapsed to the floor, his body soaking wet and his vision blurry. Trembling, he climbed to his feet and stumbled out, his steps unsteady as if he were about to collapse again.

When he came to the living room, he saw Lou Sheng standing by the window, reaching out his hand and then screaming in pain.

"don't want!!!"

I just wanted to die, why did it turn out like this?

This was more painful than death. Blood oozed from the corners of Ying Zhisheng's mouth and he began to vomit blood again.

"Lou Sheng, don't do this."

"I was wrong. It's my fault."

"I……"

Due to excessive blood loss, he fell to the ground with his eyes closed and lost consciousness. He struggled to wake up in less than half a minute.

He weakly called out, "Lou Sheng, come back. Don't touch the sun... Does it hurt? Are you crying?"

"I'm not dead, so stay away from the window."

Lou Sheng was crying, his tears never stopped, and he was choked with sobs and couldn't even answer a word.

Ying Zhisheng closed his eyes, tears rolling down his cheeks.

——

There was a knock on the door, and soon someone opened it with a key.

Fuquan saw Ying Zhisheng lying half-dead in the living room, breathing weakly. He was so frightened that his legs went weak and he quickly dialed 120.

He heard Ying Zhisheng shouting, "Lou Sheng... don't go..." as if he was in a nightmare.

Beside him, Lou Sheng kept begging: "Save him, save him, you must save him, he has type A blood..."

Fuquan felt that the world was crazy.