Chapter 102
What does death look like?
Ying Zhisheng had several experiences where he was close to death, but when he thought back, he only felt endless sadness and pain, and he could not remember anything more.
Yet, at this moment, lying in the coffin, with only a small opening for breathing, I listened to the pounding of drums and suona outside. In the cramped space, the pungent smell of the coffin's wood was palpable, along with the vague smell of earth from burial, and a dense swarm of tiny insects crawling about.
The music grew louder and louder, announcing their marriage to everyone and sending blessings in return.
Ying Zhisheng felt like crying. He hugged Lou Sheng's ashes tightly in his arms, and memories of the past emerged like a kaleidoscope. Suddenly, he remembered the first time they held hands. It was an ordinary and insignificant time, when Lou Sheng pulled him to catch the school bell.
His palms were pressed together tightly together, and even though his palms were far away from his heart, he seemed to hear the sound of his heartbeat.
——"Hurry up! We must be back before the bell rings! The physics teacher will come into the classroom early!"
——"Ying Zhisheng! You run so fast!"
——"Ying Zhisheng, you're quite a nice person. You waited for me when I called you."
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It was as if he had finally gotten what he wanted. Ying Zhisheng gently held the hand at his side, then turned his head to face the direction where Lou Sheng was lying, tears rolling down his eyes.
Lou Sheng frowned and looked at Ying Zhisheng, silent for a long time. He leaned over and put his palm on Ying Zhisheng's.
The sound of the suona suddenly rose, and someone shouted: "Stop——"
The lifted coffin clattered to the ground, scattering fragments of mud and black earth. Long, wide in front and narrow in the back, it was covered in intricate and eerie carvings, dimming in the darkness. No one would have guessed that a living person lay within, none more so than the superstar Ying Zhisheng.
The pit had already been dug, seemingly bottomless amidst the trees. Yu Gengshi directed the lowering of the coffin into the five-meter-deep mud pit.
Treat it like a dead body.
The music faded, leaving only the rustling of leaves. Everyone held their breath for some unknown reason, and suddenly heard a strange scratching sound. They instinctively looked towards the coffin, only to discover it was a few black cats that had followed them.
The black cat, with its dark eyes, curled up beside him, making a hoarse cry like a baby's cry or a sob. A bird was also calling, like a crow, which was very sad to hear.
In the dead of night, the person who called out felt panicked and his back went cold.
Lighting incense and burning paper to comfort the lonely soul, Yu Gengshi unfolded the marriage certificate written by Grandma Zhu and read it out solemnly and powerfully in the bright light of the brazier and candle.
He wished the two grooms a happy marriage, and the hired craftsman next to him shoveled soil with a shovel, sprinkled it on the coffin with great force, and continued to shovel soil to bury the coffin.
As time passed, the candlelight shed hot tears, and the soil buried on the coffin became thicker and thicker, making people feel uneasy.
Dong Chi looked at it and walked back and forth, goose bumps appearing on his arms.
Fuquan swallowed his saliva frantically, missing Amitabha Buddha but also afraid that his unintentional words would bring bad things.
It was exactly like a burial. When he was distracted, he kept wondering if there was a living person in the coffin? Was Ying Zhisheng inside?
The worker holding the shovel was sweating profusely until most of the coffin was buried. At this time, Yu Gengshi shouted, "Sharing the same bed in life and the same coffin in death! Blessings to the newlyweds!"
Dong Chi began to sweat lightly. The people around him applauded as if to show their support. Only then did he look down and see that there were groups of black cats watching him silently. When they noticed the sight, several black cats screamed and ran away like frightened birds.
In fact, Dong Chi's legs felt a little weak.
Not only were they afraid, Lou Sheng was also afraid.
Feeling like he was being buried, getting closer and closer to death, Lou Sheng wanted to crawl out of the coffin and ask them what they were doing! It was scary!
The cat kept meowing, just like an elementary school student scratching the blackboard with his fingernails, feeling uncomfortable and itchy.
At this time, Yu Gengshi had the coffin, which was mostly sunken, dug out and carried back, muttering something in a mysterious language.
Lou Sheng was frightened just now, so he covered his eyes and began to sing. His singing was tuneless, which successfully made the original singer next to him laugh.
Ying Zhisheng was a little short of oxygen and spoke weakly. He smiled and asked, "Why does it sound so bad?"
"How can it be bad? I used to use three "s"s on singing apps and they said I was better than 99% of people."
"I've never heard of it. What's your account number?"
"How can I tell you that even ghosts need privacy, okay?"
Of course. Ying Zhisheng admitted that he had gone too far, forcibly tying the ghost to his side, leaving no one to talk to him except himself. Lou Sheng had forced him into a ghost marriage within a hundred days of his death.
Before his death, Lou Sheng was still a bachelor, passionate about freedom, and had plans to travel around the world. After watching an anime, he always wanted to go on a long voyage as a pirate, and declared that he would never get married in his life.
"Will you regret it?" Ying Zhisheng asked in a very soft voice in the darkness.
"Why should I regret?" Lou Sheng closed his eyes and listened to the deafening suona music. "People often regret after learning a lesson. Regret is nothing more than self-criticism. I don't like being taught a lesson and criticized at the same time."
Ying Zhisheng was silent for a moment, then asked quietly, "Do you like me?"
"Guess." He chuckled.
When Ying Zhisheng heard Lou Sheng's laughter, he was not angry, but curled up the corners of his mouth.
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After returning, they came out of the coffin and went to the worship hall. Because they could not see ghosts, everyone who came to worship was confused and could not tell the directions, what they were doing, or why they were doing it.
Grandma Zhu's cloudy eyes swept over everyone. She simply lit nine candles and struck the gong three times...
Dong Chi saw Lou Sheng, who was clinging to Ying Zhisheng and looking nervous.
Not only Dong Chi, everyone saw it.
He shifted his gaze again, and to the right of the Eight Immortals Chair sat Gao Xinhua, dressed in her finery. She smiled at Lou Sheng, her eyes more gentle than ever before.
When it was time to get married, Yu Gengshi did not use red cloth, but instead spread red and white paper on the ground.
Grandma Zhu said in a powerful voice: "I bow to heaven and earth——"
With a clang sound, the gong was struck.
Dong Chi saw that Lou Sheng's ears turned red, so he held Ying Zhisheng's hand and counted one, two, three, and then the two of them bowed to heaven and earth.
Well, you have to shout slogans and keep rhythm when you get married.
When Lou Sheng bowed to Gao Xinhua, he bent down a bit too long. It was a blessing to have one's mother's blessing when getting married, but since both he and his mother were dead, was this a blessing or a curse?
"Husband and wife bow to each other!"
Lou Sheng almost hit Ying Zhisheng's head.
"The ceremony is over——!!!!"
Grandma Zhu was so excited when she shouted "Send her to the bridal chamber" that her voice almost broke. Everyone applauded and the music started playing again.
Dong Chi sat down to eat the wedding candy given to him by his deceased brother, and a bitter taste came over his mouth as he chewed it.
"I saw Lou Sheng."
"I saw it too. Dong Chi really wasn't lying."
"That guy is still shy. I asked him to help me get a girl's WeChat before. He was so calm and composed at that time."
"He and Ying Zhisheng actually know each other. Didn't Lou Sheng brag about being asexual, heartless, and desireless cultivator?"
"Everyone says he's just bragging, and he's so confident he can drink a thousand cups without getting drunk, but he still gets drunk after two."
"It would be nice if he could kiss Ying Zhisheng."
"Why? Do you still have this habit?"
"No, I just want to make sure he really likes this person. I've never heard of Lou Sheng and Ying Zhisheng having any contact before."
"Don't worry, if he doesn't want to, no one can force him. Just like when he jumped off the building to commit suicide, no one can influence him."
The topic became serious. Dong Chi ate candy and cried silently.
He still felt that Lou Sheng was not happy enough.
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Sent to the bridal chamber.
Sent to the bridal chamber.
Lou Sheng saw the peanuts and red dates spread out beneath the sheets and thought Yu Gengshi was mentally unstable. Man! Ghost! He didn't even know he couldn't have children, and yet he was still a doctor.
Ying Zhisheng went to take a shower, the sound of water splashing, Lou Sheng covered his stomach and felt a little hungry.
When the celebrity emerged from the shower, shirtless, and slowly drying his hair, he glanced at the longans, peanuts, and red dates, raised an eyebrow, and asked Lou Sheng on the ceiling, "What are you doing?"
"I have nothing to do. Let me check if there are any hidden cameras."
Ying Zhisheng smiled and asked, "What are you afraid of being photographed?"
Lou Sheng remained calm and said, "If you're afraid of being photographed naked, put on your shirt."
An indescribable feeling gradually spread between the two people. It was hard to explain, but just by standing there, one could hear his heartbeat like thunder, and his hands, feet and eyes were out of control.
Ying Zhisheng said slowly and solemnly, "We should make love, Lou Sheng."
He walked forward slowly, grabbed Lou Sheng's wrist with a clear purpose. He really caught this ghost and repeated: "We should make love. This is our wedding night, isn't it?"
That's the truth.
Lou Sheng was shocked at first that Ying Zhisheng could touch him, then he scratched his head in embarrassment, "Two men can't do it, buddy."
Still here buddy.
Ying Zhisheng closed his eyes and took a deep breath: "Okay."
"No, you haven't taken biology class before." Lou Sheng was sure of himself.
“…”
“…”
When he first discovered his feelings, Ying Zhisheng looked up information and learned how relationships between boys should work. He was cautious and careful in this friendship, and remained silent and steadfast even after they broke up.
Lou Sheng, however, realized his feelings later and decisively chose to play two more games. After realizing that he couldn't sleep at night, he changed his mind and decided that the lack of sleep at this stage was more suitable for the postgraduate entrance examination.
Lou Sheng touched his hair and said, "Why don't we take it one step at a time and don't be so anxious."
He thought, wouldn't it be embarrassing if he couldn't get an erection?
He stared at the man quietly, lowering his head to meet those smiling peach blossom eyes. The boy who had occupied his entire youth, countless scorching nights, Ying Zhisheng would mutter Lou Sheng's name to comfort himself, his dreams filled with obscene thoughts, all of which spoke of his desire for Lou Sheng.
Ying Zhisheng whispered, "Let's start with a kiss."
“That’s fine.”
How pathetic! Why start with kissing?
He is Lou Sheng's husband, and now is their wedding night.
You can bite anywhere, you can hold anywhere in your mouth, you should penetrate it without leaving any room for retreat.
Fuck that guy.
With his heart churning, Ying Zhisheng carefully kissed Lou Sheng on the corner of his mouth. After feeling a faint response, he hugged the other's waist tightly, kissing him so hard that he almost melted his flesh and blood.
He saw Lou Sheng frowning, struggling and sobbing.
Unintentionally biting, the kiss was stained with blood. Feeling uncomfortable, Lou Sheng slightly widened his eyes, put his hand on Ying Zhisheng's bare shoulder, and thought, it's time to eat.
Outside.
Fuquan curiously asked Assistant Tao: "You and your wife also had a ghost marriage. Didn't you notice the red and white?"
Assistant Tao was silent for a long time, then said, "I thought it was a fusion of Chinese and Western styles, and I even praised Zhenzhen for her creativity and suitability to be a designer."
"You are so stupid."
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