Chapter 58: The Fifty-Eighth Night
Midnight, twelve o'clock sharp.
This is the time of the day when the yin energy is the strongest.
Xu Yansheng handed his umbrella to Luo Qingfeng. His umbrella was pure black, whether it was the umbrella cover or the ribs, everything was black.
Xu Yansheng silently turned off the lights again, and the entire dormitory fell into darkness.
For a moment, the people and the umbrellas merged into the thick dark color, and nothing could be seen.
Even ghosts can't see it.
Xu Yansheng began to use his magical powers: "Wen Lang, go open the curtains and let the moon in."
Wen Lang didn't know whether he went there voluntarily to pull it, or was controlled by Xu Yansheng's word magic to pull it.
As he walked, he asked, "Why do we have to turn off the lights when the moonlight can come in?"
Qiu Tingxu was asking the same question: "I find it strange too. Yue'er can float around in broad daylight, which means she is not afraid of light. Why turn off the lights?"
Xu Yansheng murmured, and looked back at Qiu Tingxu under the dim moonlight.
"Maybe it's because it has more of a horror movie vibe."
Qiu Tingxu chuckled. He didn't expect that Xu Yansheng would one day joke.
Luo Qingfeng couldn't wait any longer, so he opened the umbrella and covered himself with it.
Look around.
Wen Lang quickly ran over and stood under the umbrella with him.
Qiu Tingxu hesitated for a while and then went in.
He said to Xu Yansheng: "You can see it anyway, so you don't have to squeeze with us."
Xu Yansheng watched this funny scene without making any comment, and leaned quietly on his desk.
Looking at the dark umbrella surface.
The three people under the umbrella only felt that the air above their heads was getting colder and colder, and an inexplicable sense of horror rose in their hearts.
Luo Qingfeng didn't care about being afraid. He held the umbrella ribs which were gradually getting cold with one hand and grabbed Wen Lang's arm with the other hand, concentrating on seeing that person as soon as possible.
Wen Lang let him hold on to it, and used his other hand to help him steady the umbrella, his face filled with tension.
Qiu Tingxu looked at Luo Qingfeng, and then at Wen Lang.
Suddenly he felt like he was a little redundant... He didn't know where to put his hands, and after hesitating for a while, he put his hands in his pockets.
No one noticed that in the darkness beside them, the corners of Xu Yansheng's lips curled up slightly.
The doors and windows of the dormitory were tightly closed, but a wind suddenly blew under the umbrella, and the chilly air swirled around the three of them before suddenly gathering above their heads.
The three of them raised their heads in the direction where the cold wind was gathering, and the next second they saw a head hanging down with two small braids resting on the upper umbrella.
The little face had a deathly paleness, and the mole between the eyebrows looked very dark. The two dark eyes stared straight at Luo Qingfeng.
Luo Qingfeng was not in any danger, but Wen Lang was frightened and trembled, and covered Luo Qingfeng's eyes as if reflexively.
…
Luo Qingfeng pulled his hand away rudely and handed over control of the umbrella to him.
He freed his hands and reached towards the top of the umbrella little by little, trying to touch something.
At the same time, tears welled up in those originally affectionate eyes.
After finally getting close enough, he mustered up the courage to touch the pale face.
"Yuer, Yueer, it's you, it's really you..."
The next second, his hand silently passed through Yue'er's head and braids.
He felt nothing except the cold air.
He turned his empty gaze to Xu Yansheng, and the tears that had gathered into drops finally couldn't withstand the gravity and began to fall.
"...I can't touch her. Why can't I touch her?"
Xu Yansheng: "Ordinary people can't touch ghosts."
When Yue'er saw Luo Qingfeng crying, she started crying too.
But ghosts have no tears.
So her face was filled with sadness and confusion, mixed with a bit of curiosity.
She floated down from the umbrella and came in front of Luo Qingfeng.
A tender and ethereal voice sounded: "Big brother, who are you?"
"Why do I feel happy and sad every time I see you?"
Luo Qingfeng couldn't be happy. His whole heart seemed to be burning on a sea of fire and the pain was unspeakable.
"I am your biological brother. You are sad, right? Don't be sad."
"Can't ghosts take over bodies? Brother, can I give you my body?"
"Brother will die in your place."
He speaks without thinking, and his words can piss off people who care about him.
The veins on Wen Lang's hand holding the umbrella were bulging, and his eyes, which were usually cheerful and open-minded, were now filled with a deep dark color.
I endured it again and again, but in the end I couldn't hold it in anymore.
He squeezed Luo Qingfeng's arm tightly, and his voice was the gloomiest that Qiu Tingxu had ever heard before.
"Luo Qingfeng, what do you mean by this? Sacrifice yourself for the sake of others? Move yourself?"
Luo Qingfeng didn't even look at him, he reached out and pulled his fingers off his arm one by one.
"You don't understand, you don't understand anything..."
Wen Lang growled, "You don't say anything, how can anyone understand?"
"You want to disappear from my world without saying anything, just like you did three years ago, right?"
"Then why don't you just not show up again? What are you doing now? Are you ready to die peacefully and let me clean up your mess?"
Luo Qingfeng's body froze. He didn't dare to look at Wen Lang and just kept apologizing.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry…”
He never thought that he would see Yue'er again. He had already planned to start a good life again.
He has tried very hard to catch up with Wen Lang.
Shamelessly approaching him and pestering him, trying to save this relationship that had come to an abrupt end.
But fate never let him go, always reminding him that he was guilty and he deserved to die.
"Hmm! Hmm!"
The atmosphere was at a stalemate when Qiu Tingxu clapped his hands twice, interrupting the dull and painful state between them.
"Can you two pay attention to the protagonist? The protagonist is Yue Er, okay?"
"Are you guys playing Romance in the Rain here?"
Luo Qingfeng wiped his face and stared at Luo Qingyue.
"Yuer, do you want to come back to life?"
The short little girl circled around him and said softly, "You are very pretty. I like you very much."
"You can't die. It hurts here."
Both of her small hands were placed on her left chest, which used to be beating but had lost all signs of being alive at the moment of her death.
"Brother Xu said that I can be reincarnated once my memory is restored. Do you know where my memory went?"
Luo Qingfeng said anxiously: "You like my good looks, so why don't you become me?"
"You have a lot of bad memories, let's not have them, okay?"
Luo Qingyue looked at him doubtfully and repeated, "But if you die, I will be heartbroken and unhappy."
Luo Qingfeng's expression froze, and then he covered his face and cried silently.
"Yuer, do you really have to recover your memory?"
Luo Qingyue sat lightly on his shoulder and nodded heavily.
"Well! After reincarnation, I am alive, right? Big brother, can you help me?"
Luo Qingfeng remained silent for a long time, but finally bowed his head and admitted defeat.
"Okay, I'll help you. If you change your mind after you regain your memory, be sure to tell me."
"I owe you this."
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