Invitation

Chapter 13

"Here I am buried," he said.

I was surprised: "What did you say? No... How much do you remember?"

Yunyu buried her head in the hollow of my shoulder, her voice was cold and misty, but trembling uncontrollably: "My bones... sank at the bottom of this lake."

I touched his head, there are two people sitting in the quilt, it is easy to leak air, I wrapped him tightly in the quilt, and stretched out my arms to him through the quilt.

He huddled under the quilt, lowered his head, and slowly recalled in a daze: "I was...throwing the corpse, tied a stone, and threw it down..."

He paused: "It should be daytime. I can see them throwing my... corpse into the lake for a while, and then it seems to be underwater again. The light on the water surface is getting farther and farther...I..."

I called him in a low voice: "Yunyu."

"……Um?"

I took a breath, tightened my arms around him, and raised a hand to protect the back of his head.

I didn't think too much about it, I just felt miserable, this child is too miserable, what a hatred, it makes people feel uncomfortable.Yunyu was trembling in my arms, and I couldn’t see his face clearly with the big quilt covering his head. I didn’t have the experience of “finally remembering how I died”, and the comfort was also superficial. I don’t know where to start. I kept smoothing his hair over and over again, gently rubbing the nape of his neck, and finally I felt something was wrong in the silence between the two sides——

His fingers clasped my waist tightly, and now I feel as if I will be cut in half.

I grinned and pulled his wrist, put his hand in front of my eyes, and said "fuck" in shock——this, can this be called a hand?

When did it change like this!

This is a fucking nine-tooth rake!

This claw can dig out two catties of shredded meat from me!

Why did he suddenly transform? I stretched out my hand to lift the quilt covering his face: "Yun..."

He grabbed my hand, and his long and sharp green and black nails scratched my flesh, leaving five blood marks at once. He seemed ignorant of his own strength, tremblingly grabbed my hand, and said in a low voice :"……Dont look at me……"

I danced like a dung beetle on a hot pot: "No, I've never seen you before. It's all right because you don't have black eyes. My second aunt was like that before she had cataract surgery. We can still save it. ,hurry up……"

I simply dug him out of the quilt by hand. He lowered his head and shook like he was sifting chaff. I lifted his face to look at it, and it was similar to what I imagined. I said, "It's okay, it's okay." Ah, wake up, it's all over, look at me, open... No, turn your black eyes back to look at me, are you uncomfortable now, do you need me to give you relief? What? Yunyu?"

Yunyu was still holding my hand tightly, struggling and saying intermittently: "Get out... Please... I can't control it..."

I said I……"

Yunyu frowned, let go of my hand, slapped me out with a slap on my chest, and then closed the door with a bang.

Ah, I still remember to close the door and lock it at this time.

There was a loud pounding sound, which should be the sound of him smashing on the door and sliding down the door, followed by an extremely harsh scratching sound, and his low growl like a trapped animal.

The sound was startling.

I stood outside the door, panicked and anxious, but I finally came to my senses - he is a ghost, it is impossible for him to be so angry that he remembered the cause of his death, probably because he was afraid that his resentment would burst into flames all at once. with me.

I had no choice but to knock on the door and tell him who was struggling on the other side of the door that I was here.

I don't know how long he tossed and tossed, he finally calmed down, I opened the door and walked in, and saw him huddled in a corner of the room, the quilt was torn to shreds, fluff and cotton were flying all over his head and face, and his hair was in a mess , but fortunately his complexion was as usual, only a little pale.

He sat there with his eyes in a trance. I cleaned up the torn cotton on the ground, walked over and knelt down in front of him, without saying anything, and picked up the cotton wool on his head and face bit by bit.

His expression was dull, and his eyes followed my hands from time to time. After I cleaned up the cotton wool, I combed his hair, combed the messy hair and tucked it behind his ears, smiled at him, and said, "It's okay." Son? Let’s go to sleep if we have nothing to do. I have to go to work tomorrow, but this quilt can’t be covered. There is only a small summer quilt left in the closet. Tonight I guess…”

"Why do you dare to come in?"

He interrupted me abruptly, his tone low and cold.

Me: "...why didn't I dare to come in? What's wrong with you? You got sick and ignited your secondary soul?"

He didn't speak, and gently closed his eyes.

I smiled: "It's quite scary, but what can I do, just turn around and run away and leave you alone? Can your wise and powerful brother Bai do this? Actually...it's okay, my aunt has epilepsy , I shiver when I get sick, similar to you, our two families have a community, and we are used to sending her to the hospital, and you are similar, hey, but you are more powerful, my aunt does not scratch the door."

He took a deep look at me for a long time, then smiled lightly.

He said, "Bo Zhou, why do you have so many relatives?"

I also laughed along with him: "Ah, my second aunt has cataracts and my elder aunt has epilepsy, who else can be safe and sound? When they were hospitalized, my third aunt was still dancing on the bedside of both of them, and I couldn't stop her." Hold on, I almost pissed off the Chief Physician with cerebral infarction. Alright, let's lie down on the bed, and I'll bring the quilt over."

Too many things happened this day, I was really a little tired, lying on the bed, my upper and lower eyelids were fighting, but there was a Yunyu by my side, I knew I couldn't sleep.

If a person really needs you, even if he doesn't say it, you can feel it.

He was lying quietly with his back to me, his back curled up a little.When I think of his mad and painful appearance, I feel very uncomfortable-they are all men, if it is really not unbearable, who would like to show weakness in front of others.

I said, "Can't sleep?"

He was silent, hummed in a low voice, and said, "Go to sleep, don't you have to go to work tomorrow?"

I said, "It's okay, there's a regular meeting tomorrow morning, and I'll sleep behind my colleague."

He still turned his back to me and said, "No need, I'm fine."

I was choked by him, and after a while, I still said: "I'll accompany you, I just happened to have a copy that I didn't write, so I stayed up all night to finish it."

Yunyu turned over and said, "No, I'm really fine, I'm just afraid..."

I said, "What are you afraid of?"

He didn't answer, but instead asked me: "Ah Zhou, what's the difference between me and a mad dog?"

Me: "...the mad dog bites people, you scratch people, you even destroy the bedding, doors and windows."

He smiled sadly.I am embarrassed to accompany the smiling face, feeling that I have said the wrong thing.

However, he said: "I shouldn't exist in this world, so I can't talk about the dignity of being a human being. I am not a human being, so I am not afraid of ending up like a mad dog. I am only afraid that I will hurt you when I lose my mind." To you. Ah Zhou, you can't imagine the ghost's desire to kill."

He said, "Do you have any idea how dangerous you are?"

I was originally a person who would not let my words hit the ground, but this time I was silent for a long time.

Finally I turned over and said, "Don't think about it so much, I'm not afraid of anything you are afraid of, go to sleep."

Yunyu didn't make any more sound.After a long time, I almost fell asleep, half dreaming and half awake, I felt his whole body sticking up from behind, hugging me carefully and wordlessly.

I didn't move.I thought I would suffer from insomnia, but I fell asleep quickly.It’s not safe to fall asleep. There was a heavy rain at night, and it was also raining heavily in my dream. On a gloomy day, I seemed to be leaning on a railing, watching a figure walk past me, that person should be tall and straight Duan Fang, at this time, was slightly stooped, looking so unbearable and lonely.After walking away, I stopped him and called from a distance: "Young Master Yun."

The man stood there stiffly waiting for me to walk over. I saw me trot all the way and open an umbrella beside him: "Why don't you open an umbrella?"

The man was covered under the umbrella by me, and he lacked the indistinguishable aura of immortals and ghosts in ordinary times. His handsome eyes and sculpted eyebrows are still intact. He wears a crown, is dressed in green clothes, and has a bookish air all over his body. He is clearly a gentle and jade-like nobleman. The young man was beaten by the heavy rain, and the rain dripped down his chin into his collar. I heard myself say, "I still want to congratulate Mr. Yun."

He looked at me, his movements did not exceed the rules, but his eyes turned thousands of times, his expression seemed to be enduring pain, I obviously couldn't understand it, but my heart was inexplicably twisted.

He whispered: "You... Really congratulate me?"

The alarm clock was ringing in my ears, and the sky was already bright. When I opened my eyes, I was in a daze. I reached out and touched it, only to find that I was in this short dream, with tears streaming down my face.

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