Chapter 28 Catching the Ghost
There was a huge quarrel.
Fans of both the Crazy Band and Jiang Huoda went head-to-head, showing no mercy and stabbing each other in the face, drawing a large crowd of onlookers. The back-and-forth verbal battle was so intense that it even destroyed the other side's square.
Ying Zhisheng also recounted his relationship experiences, causing a stir among some. But Ying Zhisheng isn't an idol; he doesn't need to provide romantic fantasies for his fans, nor does he rely on their support. His success today is inseparable from his tireless efforts and the achievements he's made through his own strength.
Fans, on the other hand, aren't particularly possessive of Ying Zhisheng's personal feelings. The group, frustrated and unable to vent their resentment, inexplicably launched a curse campaign. In the video, they wrote their imaginary rivals in blood on paper, burning them with lighters and stabbing them with needles. The bitter, suppressed jealousy and hatred threatened to overflow the screen.
Ying Zhisheng on this side was wearing a mask and waiting for Lou Sheng and Bashuo to say goodbye.
Bashuo pitifully grasped the corner of Lou Sheng's clothes, not wanting to return to Jiang Huoda. But as his master continued to walk away, he could only wave goodbye to Lou Sheng.
Lou Sheng turned around and saw Ying Zhisheng waiting quietly. Ying Zhisheng had changed into casual clothes, his face could not be seen clearly and half of his body was in darkness.
Lou Sheng paused for a moment, then walked over and said nonchalantly, "We've been waiting for quite a while. Let's go."
Ying Zhisheng wore a hooded sweatshirt, flattening the scattered black hair on his forehead. His bright gray eyes were half-hidden by his long eyelashes and loose hair. He walked slowly, head bowed, and on the section of road he and Lou Sheng walked, they occasionally met a few staff members to greet them.
After returning to the lounge and picking up his bag, Ying Zhisheng finally called out in the quiet and deserted area, "Lou Sheng."
"What?" Lou Sheng stood by the wall a few meters away and knew what the other party was going to say.
Ying Zhisheng was nervous, swallowing lightly, his hands clenched tightly in his pockets. As a singer, he naturally knew how to project his voice and achieve the most alluring and captivating intonation, but at this moment, his voice was dry and his breath unsteady. In any other performance, this would have been a blatant mistake.
"That night, it was raining heavily outside. I took a shower and sat on the edge of the bed playing the piccolo. I remember it very clearly. We looked at each other for a few seconds, and then you suddenly kissed me."
When the two parties were alive, they were as cowardly as quails and no one dared to mention them. But after they died, Ying Zhisheng kept holding on to them.
"It's been a while." Lou Sheng waved his hand and took a few steps forward. He smiled and said, "Let's go back and eat stinky tofu. The one that the fat ghost strongly recommended must be delicious."
"That was my first kiss." Ying Zhisheng lowered his voice.
"That's mine, too." Lou Sheng didn't want to dwell on it any longer. He was dead, it was all in the past, meaningless. He racked his brains to explain, "We were both probably surging with testosterone at the time, and we were curious about love and kissing. The right time, right place, and right people all combined to cause this accident. It's okay to suffer a little loss, and I suffered a loss too."
As soon as he finished speaking, Lou Sheng discovered that Ying Zhisheng's eyes were filled with a layer of hazy mist, like a cold wave in a deep forest, as if there was a real sadness that was not visible, but sharp enough to hurt people.
Ying Zhisheng stroked the bag with his palm. Through the thick fabric, he could see Lou Sheng's spirit tablet wrapped in black. He nodded and spoke softly, "You're driven by hormones, I'm not."
!!!
After a moment of joy, Lou Sheng did not lose his mind but quickly calmed down.
People and ghosts, living and dead.
Is Ying Zhisheng crazy?!
Lou Sheng's face turned cold, and he said in a deep and warning voice, "Ying Zhisheng, what do you want to say?"
Ying Zhisheng smiled with the corners of his mouth curved, "Guess."
…
By the time the show ended and we returned to the hotel, it was nearly one in the morning. From the upper floors, I could take in the panoramic view of the distant lights. From the windowsill, I spotted a few ghosts wandering around, their rapid movements accompanied by a cold wind that swept through the ground, picking up dead branches and leaves.
The night was quiet, so quiet that one could hear his own breathing and the regular, strong heartbeat. That's what Lou Sheng thought, but after touching himself, he had no choice but to face the reality—he was dead.
The sound of running water in the bathroom made Lou Sheng feel distracted. After burping, he made a sound and tried to leave. Suddenly, a grayish-blue hand rested on his arm, startling Lou Sheng.
Looking down, it was Zhou Qing, the female ghost who had previously robbed Bashuo.
Zhou Qing clung to the window sill on the hotel's tall building's exterior wall and said with a bright smile, "Hello, handsome guy. Can you lend me a hand?"
"You came to see me?" Lou Sheng frowned.
"Yes, yes." Zhou Qing nodded repeatedly, and said with a flattering expression: "Madam You Qian was angry because she didn't eat the ghost, and they put all the blame on me, so I ran away. I think you are quite capable, so I came to you for help."
Lou Sheng didn't want to pay any attention at first, but when he looked down, he saw the gap on Zhou Qing's arm caused by teeth biting. The force of the tearing was so great that the bones under the flesh were faintly visible.
He sighed and pulled the person up, asking, "How do you know I'm so powerful? I'm just an ordinary ghost. I couldn't even leave the house a few days ago."
"You are different! You have a master!" Zhou Qing bent down to adjust her skirt, her eyes full of envy.
Lou Sheng was furious: "What master, master! If I hadn't been kind and upright and refused the contract, I would be Ying Zhisheng's master!"
Hearing the hidden meaning behind these words, Zhou Qing, who was also a quick-witted person, guessed that Lou Sheng had refused the life-binding spell and almost jumped up in anxiety. "You're so confused, handsome! You have people who feed and protect you, why would you refuse? Few living people would dare to take the risk of restraining a ghost, and few living people would be willing to go to such lengths! Do you know how comfortable it is to be a ghost with a living person as your backer? You can do whatever you want, and the ghost officials won't bother you!"
Boring.
Lou Sheng didn't want to be constrained by Ying Zhisheng, nor did he need Ying Zhisheng to bear the consequences for him.
Zhou Qing asked suspiciously, "Handsome guy, I'm not being suspicious, but what is your relationship with Ying Zhisheng?"
This question was exactly what was bothering him at the moment. "Maybe Ying Zhisheng has a crush on me."
As soon as she finished speaking, Zhou Qing burst out laughing, doubled over with laughter and unable to stand up straight. This sentence made her think of her mentally retarded classmate who fantasized about falling in love with Ying Zhisheng all day and wrote "Ying Zhisheng xx loves you" 520 times in chemistry class.
Sometimes you are so outstanding and charming that if you tell the truth others will just think you are bragging.
Lou Sheng raised an eyebrow and smirked. "What's so funny? With my face right here, isn't it normal for Ying Zhisheng to have a crush on me?"
Lou Sheng had a pair of affectionate, smiling peach blossom eyes, their corners slightly raised and their edges slightly flushed. His pale skin made this barely perceptible red stand out, and a dark mole on his lower eyelid was a captivating sight.
His nonchalant confidence and flamboyant temperament make him look like a rich second-generation from a privileged family, and that is indeed the case.
"You..." It was very strange. Ying Zhisheng had a crush on a man. This was obviously a fairy tale, but it seemed somewhat believable when applied to this man.
Zhou Qing lowered his voice and asked, "Is Ying Zhisheng a homosexual?"
This was the point Lou Sheng found ambivalent and tangled, and he answered with absolute certainty, "Ying Zhisheng isn't gay, and neither am I. But we just happened to kiss and even activated Intimate Payments for each other to establish a relationship."
"Ah?!" Zhou Qing finally opened his eyes today. They are not homosexuals. How can they be considered good brothers if they can even quarrel with each other?
Lou Sheng pursed his lips and told Zhou Qing a secret that only he and Ying Zhisheng knew.
"Ying Zhisheng and I secretly went to see a psychologist and filled out a bunch of forms and took tests. Neither of us is gay."
"Why do you two want to take the test?" Zhou Qing asked.
"That's not the point! The point is..." Lou Sheng stopped talking and pounded the windowsill in frustration. "You should stay in the guest room. Don't go to the wrong one near the living room."
Zhou Qing could tell the two men were up to something, and kept looking back as he made his way to the room. As soon as he opened the door, he was greeted by a steady stream of foul odors and the smell of barbecue ingredients. Only after entering did he see the memorial tablet for Lou Sheng, along with stinky tofu and barbecued iced cola.
Life is so good these days.
Who would spend so much time on a dead person?
…
Lou Sheng waited for a long time, but only heard the noisy sound of water in the bathroom. Ying Zhisheng did not come out of the shower.
He drifted into the bathroom, a bit worried. The steam swirled around, and for a moment he couldn't see clearly. Squinting his eyes, he saw the wrist with the snake bracelet resting on the edge of the porcelain-white bathtub. His pupils dilated for a moment, and he walked over quickly, his legs trembling.
Ying Zhisheng's entire body was soaked in water, his face submerged in the deep water, the shower head was running, and his hair was swaying with the waves on the water.
"You're looking for death, Ying Zhisheng!"
"Get out of the water! Damn you, you idiot! Are you crazy?"
Lou Sheng was so anxious that he grabbed Ying Zhisheng's hand, but it was held back the next second.
Ying Zhisheng sat up in the bathtub with a splash, his eyelashes and eyebrows soaked with water. He smiled gently and explained, "Don't worry, Lou Sheng. I'm practicing holding my breath."
Lou Sheng looked at him expressionlessly.
Ying Zhisheng silently clasped the cold, pale ghost hand tightly, and raised the corner of his mouth: "I got it."
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