Achoo!
The tranquility was shattered by a deafening sneeze.
The fruit plate on the coffee table trembled from the impact.
Wang Xiulian, who was curled up on the sofa watching TV, was startled.
Quickly put down the fruit that was half-eaten in your hand.
She immediately leaned forward and pressed the back of her hand against Lin Que's forehead:
"What's wrong? Are you not dressed warmly enough?"
I always said that air conditioning blows harsh air, and that natural wind is much better for people.
"Mom will make you a bowl of ginger soup with some brown sugar to help you sweat it out."
"Mom, really, you don't need to."
Lin Que rubbed his red nose and shrank back into the corner of the sofa with a helpless expression.
"My nose is itchy, I guess someone is talking about me somewhere."
"Nonsense? I think you're the one who's getting a cold!"
Wang Xiulian ignored her and got up to rush to the kitchen.
"The combination of hot and cold is the easiest way to catch a cold. Wait here, Mom will cut some ginger for you."
Lin Que watched his mother's hurried departure, feeling both amused and exasperated.
He guessed that someone was indeed talking about him right now.
Calculate the time,
The bombshell of "Fan Jin's Success in the Imperial Examination" should have already exploded on the desks of those old scholars by now.
Whether it's a compliment or a criticism, this sneeze is quite accurate.
At the other end of the sofa, Lin Jianguo was slowly peeling an orange.
Comrade Lin has been living a comfortable life lately.
Since moving into this big house, I've been able to stand up straighter.
"Young man, you don't get sick so easily, don't make a fuss."
He handed a segment of orange to Lin Que, but his eyes never left the television screen.
A news report about society is playing on the screen.
Two bodies were found in an old staff dormitory building in the city early this morning.
According to preliminary police investigations, the deceased were a young couple.
Due to opposition from both sets of parents and the influence of feudal superstitions, they have made a pact to commit suicide together...
The camera shakiened, showing the police tape surrounding the drab, gray tenement building.
The dim streetlights shone on the peeling facade, making it look like a festering face.
Lin Jianguo chewed on an orange, his brows furrowed, and sighed softly:
"Young people these days..."
For the sake of that so-called 'love', they would even risk their lives.
Was it easy for my parents to raise me? And then they just die like that…sigh!
Lin Que took the orange, but didn't eat it; he just held it in his hand and twirled it around.
"Dad, that's because they think love is more important than life."
"What a load of bull!"
Lin Jianguo threw the orange peel into the trash can.
"That's because they weren't starving! They'll know the value of life after missing two meals."
"They even committed suicide for love? Don't they see how gloomy that building is? They'd be afraid of not being able to reincarnate if they died there."
What was said without malice may have been taken to heart by the listener.
Lin Que stared at the fleeting reddish-brown bloodstains on the television screen, his fingers pausing slightly.
Is love more important than life?
In this world where entertainment is scarce
People's love for that kind of extreme, obsessive love,
It seems they are only stuck in a "Romeo and Juliet" style of self-indulgent sentimentality.
They had never seen the kind of hatred born from love, or the kind of soul twisted by obsession.
After the chapter "The Fox Fairy's Medicine" was published a few days ago, many victims of cosmetic surgery loans suddenly realized the truth.
The comments section was full of people saying they were terrified and would never dare to touch their faces again.
Fear can sometimes be the best vaccine.
Since everyone is talking about this news of a man dying for love,
Why not add some more potent ingredients to this vaccine?
"Mom, I'm not drinking the ginger soup anymore. I'm going back to the studio to work on a set of practice papers."
Lin Que stuffed half an orange into his mouth in one bite, got up and went out.
"Hey? I just started cooking! This child..."
...
SOHO Future City.
The room was eerily quiet when the door was closed.
Lin Que sat down at the computer and skillfully opened the webpage.
Log in to the backend of "Dream Weaver of Hell".
The book review section for "The Ferryman" is still quite lively.
Everyone is still discussing the girl from the previous chapter who was willing to pay any price to become beautiful.
Lin Que didn't read the comments and started a new chapter.
Fingers hovering over the keyboard,
The story framework quickly took shape in my mind.
In the original story, this is a classic episode about waiting and obsession.
In Lin Que's view,
This story is tailor-made for those who constantly say "we'd rather die together."
Love to the extreme is a sin.
Lin Que typed out the chapter title: "The Senior in Red".
The sound of keyboards clicking filled the room.
He didn't write about any monsters with blue faces and fangs, nor did he describe scenes of rivers of blood.
He simply wrote down a dormitory that would never be lived in.
A red dress hanging in the closet, left behind by someone,
And then there's the sound of high heels that echoes in the corridor every night.
"Senior, does this outfit look good?"
In the mirror, the pale face had no features.
Only a pair of red lips, smeared with blood, opened and closed.
"Do you love me? Will you love me forever?"
"If you don't love me, then take your heart out and show it to me..."
That suffocating feeling crept out little by little through the words.
It's not the kind of scary that makes you scream.
Rather, it's the kind of feeling that makes you feel like someone is blowing cold air on the back of your neck, or that makes you feel like the closet door isn't closed properly.
It makes you feel like there's a pair of eyes watching you from under the bed...
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