【Langlang Nails】Sex Empty Mountain

Chapter 02

It is said in the scriptures that ghosts stalk people, but ghosts never thought that one day they would be stalked by people instead.

Gong Jun didn't care about his own hotpot restaurant, and just waited for him to appear under the crooked-neck tree all day long.

That man's hot pot restaurant business is very good, the ghost always thought it was due to the chef's skills, and the ghost didn't know it was because of the boss's appearance until Gong Junren was no longer in the restaurant.

It's okay for Gong Jun to stay under the crooked-neck tree alone, and the little girls also come and go to keep watch with Gong Jun. The ghost suspects that if he doesn't show up again, the tree will be guarded by Gong Jun as a tourist attraction sooner or later.

"Why are there so many little girls following him?" Gui was puzzled, sitting on the eaves of the old house and asked Sister Hong, "Is this the handsome guy?"

"I just asked the ghosts around." Sister Hong patted the ghosts, and she said, little lunatic, this is not a handsome guy, it's fate.

"I heard from them that Gong Jun was a star before he opened a hot pot restaurant. Isn't that in your circle?"

Ghosts don't have names, or they must have existed before he was alive, but he has forgotten them.

His appearance, occupation, relatives, and lover were also forgotten along with him...

After he died, he forgot everything in the world.

For three years, the only information he got from other ghosts was that he should have been an actor before.

Most of the ghosts who stayed in the old town were old, and Sister Hong, who was in her early forties, was considered young, and they didn't pay much attention to the film and television circles that young people focused on.

A ghost said that he had seen his face on TV, but he couldn't make up his name no matter what.

No one expected that he would have such a fate with Gong Jun.

Thinking that every time I see Gong Jun, I feel happy for no reason, maybe it's because I really had some intersections during my lifetime.

Maybe it's a friend, a colleague, or even an insider, at least he can know his name.

He didn't hide anymore, but waved at Gong Jun openly in the shade of the tree.

That man was running towards him under the bright sun in early summer. The ghost couldn't help laughing at his sprint-like posture, so he sat on the stone steps with a smile, and looked up at Gong who stopped nearby with great interest. hansome.

"Hello, Teacher Gong."

For some reason, as soon as he opened his mouth, he put on a bit of showbiz airs. The ghost himself thought it was funny, and pretended to shake hands with Gong Jun with a bit of humor.

Gong Jun rushed all the way from under the plane tree to the top of the stone steps before stopping the car. At this time, his chest heaved and he adjusted his breathing hurriedly.Sweat slipped from his neatly shaved shorts and flowed down the tip of his tall nose.

He didn't answer, just stood silently.

Standing in the broken light from the shade of the trees, her long eyelashes are decorated with flowing gold like crow feathers.

The ghost couldn't help but look at the trembling of his eyelids.

——Gong Jun's eyelashes kept trembling, like a butterfly that would flap its wings and fly away when frightened.

"Hello."

Gong Joon reaches for the ghost’s fingers.

The ghost's hand was a circle smaller than Gong Jun's, with well-defined joints, almost transparent bluish-white in the midsummer gloom.

Gong Jun's finger stopped at a distance where he was about to meet the ghost and let it go.

The ghost watched him take a deep breath, and then showed the same bright smile as usual.

He said you knew I couldn't catch you.

The ghost folded his hands on his knees, tilted his head and smiled at Gong Jun: "You are smarter than I thought."

"Aren't you afraid? Why are you still looking for me?"

The ghost grabbed the corner of Gong Jun's clothes as a prank, insisting on showing the man how his hands turned into broken and folded light spots. He didn't like to toss people, but for some reason he changed his hand in front of Gong Jun. character.

"I'm a ghost."

"I know." Gong Jun raised his hand to shield the ghost from the summer light between the branches and leaves, and replied with a smile, "I'm not afraid."

The ghost obviously didn't expect that Gong Jun, who was scared and crying under the tree the night before, would suddenly change his face. He scratched his head, froze for a while, and then tentatively cut to the point. He said, hey, do you know me?

"I know your name is Gong Jun, and you used to be an actor." The ghost said to him softly, "I don't remember anything after I die, but they say I used to be an actor too."

"You know me, Gong Jun."

"I don't know." Gong Jun just laughed, he said that I was confused when I was acting, and I didn't make friends with people in the circle, and I only went to make money.

The ghost was frustrated for a moment, but then he quickly laughed at himself, he said that I must be confused too, we are confused together, and we don't know each other.

"Hey, I thought I could at least know a name." The ghost smacked his lips and lay down on the stone steps, lazily like a house cat, "Sit down and rest for a while, don't block me, I'm not afraid of the sun. "

"You don't have a name?" Gong Jun asked after a pause, "Aren't you afraid of the sun?"

"I don't have a name, and other ghosts call me 'crazy', you can call me whatever you want." The ghost smiled, and said that because he was a "lunatic", he was not afraid of the sun.

"Why?" Gong Jun asked him after him.

"You have so many questions." The ghost glanced at him, "Then why do you keep pestering me?"

"I have a friend who passed away a few years ago." Gong Jun curled his lips, but did not smile. He said that you are very similar.

"I miss him so much," he said softly.

The ghost suddenly regretted his act of exposing people's scars. He cleared his throat and sat up and asked Gong Jun, "Really?"

"Then what do I look like?" said the ghost, "I can't see what I look like, and I can't be seen in a mirror or anything."

"Wait, let me draw for you."

Gong Jun sat down beside him, raised his hands to break off the knotted branches, and solemnly rowed and pulled them up on the dusty stone steps,

The ghost seriously leaned over to watch Gong Jun draw buckets with big faces and plates, and immediately laughed angrily. He said, I thought you could close a door and open a window when you sing, why are they all blocked? up.

"Have you ever heard me sing?" Gong Jun looked at him in surprise.

"Ah, I used to sleep on that tree every day. I could hear you humming songs at night. I used to laugh at you a lot, but you overheard me last night..." The ghost thought that Gong Jun fell to the ground last night. The cake couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed, he asked: "Who did you celebrate your birthday last night, that cake..."

"Give it to my wife." Gong Jun replied.

"It's over." Gui Hanhan clapped his hands, and he said it's really embarrassing, is your wife angry with you?

"If he's still here, he won't be angry." Gong Jun smiled and waved his hands, "He has a good temper."

"I bought the cake just to give myself a thought, he won't be able to eat it long ago."

Good guy, stepping on mines one after another.

The ghost didn't expect that this man who was always like a pistachio would have such a miserable life experience, and he was speechless for a while.

Sister Hong came down the stone steps faintly, and smacked her lips as she passed them. She said it was a crime, how could this man beat his friend and his wife.

"...I'm sorry." The ghost was quick-spoken but not good at swearing at people, so he stuttered and apologized for a long time.

He thought he was miserable enough, but he didn't expect Gong Jun to be even worse than himself.

In this world, those who leave are not as painful as those who stay.

Gong Jun's wife and friends have all passed away, and the ghost feels very uncomfortable when he thinks about it.

"What's your friend's name?" How does the ghost look at Gong Jun? He feels pitiful, and he doesn't know where the nameless desire for protection comes from.

I want this person to be happy and laugh all the time, not to be sad, not to shed tears.

He said that I don’t have a name anyway, if you really miss your friend, you can call me the way you call him, anyway, only you can see me in this world, it’s not bad to have a friend by fate.

"His name is Ah Han, Han of the vast galaxy." Gong Jun replied.

"Can I call you Ah Han?"

"Ahan..." The ghost took the branch from Gong Jun's hand and wrote that word on the ground. He smiled and said yes, this name sounds much better than lunatic.

"Ahan." Gong Jun called him.

The ghost raised his head and responded with a smile.

"Then what did Ah Han call you?" the ghost asked Gong Jun.

"He called me Ah Jun."

"Fortunately, fortunately." The ghost breathed a sigh of relief, "Fortunately, I didn't call you Junjun or something, so I really can't say it."

Gong Jun whispered: "My wife calls me Junjun."

"Fortunately, I don't look like your wife." The ghost smiled happily.

"You are very unprofessional. As actors, we have to accept any role quickly, okay?" Gong Jun raised his hand as if to slap him on the head.

"Yes, yes, then I am not as professional as Mr. Gong." Gui shook his head helplessly, not knowing how he would have such a schoolboy-like dialogue with Gong Jun.

He lowered his head and continued to scratch the branches, drawing a big smiling face.

Gong Jun leaned over and asked who this was.

"It's you." The ghost said with a smile.

Gong Jun got too close to him, so close that he could clearly see the man's frowning brows and the warmth that didn't melt into his eyes. The golden paint that peeled off inadvertently.

The ghost couldn't bear to look closely.

From the perspective of a bystander, he had watched too much of life and death, but he didn't want any of them to fall on the shoulders of the person in front of him.

why?

Ghost felt that he seemed to have forgotten a very important thing, a reason why he was willing to play the role of Gong Jun's old friend.

But so many things have been forgotten, how can the nameless ghost who can't find the bones and tombstones find this one.

He turned his eyes away and added "Jun" after his new name.

he murmured.

"Ah Jun, Ah Jun, don't frown."