sinovels Chapter 06
Chapter 06
The bet between Ah Han and the gods is three years.
It happened to end on Gong Jun's birthday.
Ah Han insisted on celebrating Gong Jun's birthday, and followed Gong Jun to urge him to buy a birthday cake. Gong Jun, who always followed Ah Han's request for the first time, rejected Ah Han's request, saying that it was not his birthday.
"You haven't celebrated your birthday since you were a child?" Ah Han said what's wrong with you.
"It's just." Gong Jun knew that Ah Han was playing tricks on him, so he teased him like a child, "I'll be one year older after my birthday, but it's not."
When Gong Jun smiled, there was a dimple on his cheek.
The early winter sunset shone on the man's face, casting a layer of warm soft light on it. Gong Jun walked forward with a smile, but A Han's consciousness was still in the dimple that flashed by when the man turned his head with a smile.
His reactions gradually slowed down, and he also began to have a rejection reaction to sunlight.
The deadline is approaching.
Fearless and fearless, he will slowly transform back into a weak and ordinary ghost, and his final fate may be worse than ghosts.
Even the thin twilight of the setting sun shining on his body was enough to make him feel burning pain. Ah Han stopped where he was and frowned, then smiled and followed Gong Jun's footsteps.
A round of setting sun sank toward the alley.
The crooked-necked sycamore leaves are left bare, pointing to the orange-pink sunset glow in the sky, opposite is the road to the old vegetable market, and there is smoke under the eaves of the incense shop, puffing into the air-conditioning of early winter, white, and It was melted away by the warm light carrying heat.
The children after school walked in disorder, trampling the setting sun cut by the shadows of trees into pieces, gathered in front of the shop in twos to buy food or chased up the stone steps covered with moss, and let Twilight pull the little figure into pieces. too long.
Yaoyao grew taller, and ran past them with a smile. The child's clear voice called Uncle Gong, and Gong Jun responded by turning around and waving at him. over their heads.
"Are you sure it's not your birthday? If you have me to accompany you on your birthday, don't regret Gong Jun." He muttered persistently.
Gong Jun also persistently refused, he said, please be considerate of the 35-year-old man, I don't want to grow old.
Ah Han really wanted to refute him, saying that you are not old at all.
But I want to say it again.
- Get old quickly.
Sunset's romantic touches the drawstring of Gong Jun's light-colored sweater, and Ah Han reaches out to touch it, and Gong Jun laughs at him as a fool.
Ah Han also laughed, and his eyes became hot when he smiled.
Grow up quickly, Yaoyao.
Get old soon, Gong Joon.
In this precious human world, Ah Han really wanted to stay by Gong Jun's side for even one more day.
Ah Han didn't tell Gong Jun that this was his last night in the world.
He leaned against the bed and watched Gong Jun play with his mobile phone, his heart was in a mess.
What a failure, he thought.
Sister Hong hoped so much that he could win the bet, but in the end he lost in a mess.
He remembered how two years ago when his term in the human world expired, how he knocked on the bank of Wangchuan River step by step to find the god, and only hoped that the god would allow him to search for a few more years.
After death, people will be trapped in a square inch by the obsession of their loved ones. Wherever the obsession comes from, the soul will be confined to that piece of soil.
Ah Han is so unfamiliar with this southwestern area that he can't even understand the soft dialect of the local people. He doesn't know what is holding him, a ghost from a foreign land, so persistent that he doesn't want to be reincarnated in a muddle-headed way.
God said that if a person had too much affection in life, it would be easy to forget everything after death. For human beings, death is a relief to a certain extent, and it is also a transitional chapter to the afterlife. , then this Huangquan road is going to be messed up.
God said, you and him are destined for this in this life, so why force it.
At that time, he never gave in under the staring eyes of thousands of ghosts, but only said one thing - insisting.
He signed a pledge with the gods with his heart and soul, and made a three-year bet.
——If you are put down by your loved one when the time comes, and you still haven't found that obsession, your soul will fall into the underworld as a ghost, and you will never enter reincarnation.
——If the loved one remains unmoved at that time, he will be able to be reborn in love.
In the end, Ah Han still failed to find his lover, or that person had forgotten him long ago, and lived his own life happily.
He has always dared to love and hate, and he will not blame that person halfway.
It's just a pity.
He looked at Gong Jun who was looking down at his phone under the dim light.
——It's a pity that I met Gong Jun too late.
He is a lonely wild ghost who can't be redeemed even if he goes up to the poor and down to the underworld. This wandering soul in a foreign land has bound him for several years in the southwest, but in the last half of the year, he got entangled with this stranger by mistake.
Gong Jun misses his friend so much and loses his wife. He is obviously sad, but he always smiles and pretends to be a fool.
Gong Jun is so dependent on him and has such a good relationship with him.
What will Gong Jun do after he leaves?
Gong Jun was flicking the photo sent by his mother on the screen, and said to Ah Han with a smile, look, my mother has chosen my concubine again.
Ah Han also leaned over with a smile, saying Come on, let me help you choose.
Every girl is very good-looking, but Ah Han thinks that they are not suitable for Gong Jun.
He couldn't help being picky one by one, asking if he had detailed information, could he cook, could he take care of others?
Is that one too petite?That one seems a bit too tall...
"Fuck." He couldn't help scolding, saying that you are so difficult to choose a second marriage partner, no matter how I see it, no one is suitable for you, what kind of fairy is your former wife who can get together with you.
Gong Jun leaned against the pillow and looked at him with a smile, and said, "He."
"He's not a fairy, he's a fool."
"He can't cook, doesn't know how to take care of others, and is very tall."
Ahan curled his lips: "It seems that he looks very good-looking."
Gong Jun looked at him and nodded, saying yes, he looks very good-looking.
"But it has nothing to do with good looks, I just love him."
"It's been so long, hasn't it changed?" Ah Han asked in silence for a while.
Gong Jun smiled and didn't answer, just asked: "Do I look like a scumbag?"
"Like a fool." Ah Han answered truthfully.
"Yeah." Gong Jun said: "Yeah, I'm not a scumbag, I'm a fool."
As winter comes, the business of the hot pot restaurant becomes even tighter. Recently, Gong Jun has to go to the restaurant before dawn every day, and he doesn't come back until the early hours of the morning.
He was very sleepy, Ah Han could tell.
"Choose another concubine tomorrow, you can't even open your eyes, go to sleep quickly." He raised his hand to touch Gong Jun's phone.
"Then you wake me up at midnight." Gong Jun said to him, "I want to hear you tell me happy birthday."
Ah Han couldn't figure out why this person celebrated his birthday sometimes but not his birthday, but he didn't ask any more questions, he should just come down and coax him to sleep with his eyes closed.
Gong Junxu fell asleep holding his hand.
Ah Han's hand rested there symbolically, and Ren Gong Jun held the air meaninglessly.
He leaned against the bed and looked at the moonlight outside the window in a daze, his thoughts drifted far, far away.
"I feel like a mermaid," he whispered to himself, then smiled again.
The mermaid will turn into foam and fall into the sea when the sun rises.
After zero o'clock, Ah Han will be out of his wits and will never return to the human world.
"Let's be a goldfish, stupid, I can't remember anything, but at least I can be with you all the time." Ah Han murmured, "I really want to be a goldfish."
He reached out to smooth Gong Jun's hair.
Even though it was the first time to do this action, it was as proficient and natural as if it had been rehearsed thousands of times in my mind.
He carefully looked at Gong Jun's sleeping face under the dim light, at the man's deep and handsome eyebrows, long eyelashes, and the light mole on his cheek.
This is not a conclusion drawn from instant observation, but a verification of the memory in my heart.
As blessed as his soul is, he can even think of the touch of Gong Jun's hair, the temperature of his palm, his breath, and then his heartbeat, as if he is no longer a ghost, but a part of the air, turning himself into a ghost. Broken and rubbed in the wind, he hugged Gong Jun's whole body.
Why do you feel this way?
Is it almost time?
A Han raised his head in a hurry to look at the clock on the bedside table, the hour and minute hands were still at the end of the distance.
——He can no longer stay with Gong Jun.
When he moved his hand away from Gong Jun's palm little by little, he squeezed Gong Jun's fingers vainly.
The ring finger of Gong Jun's left hand has an indentation from the ring. It should be that the wedding ring he wore for a long time was taken off again, and the mark has not disappeared.
"Happy birthday, Jun." He stood beside the bed and said softly.
"I have no next life," he said, "but I hope you and your lover will never be separated in your next life."
It is really unseemly to be tied down by too much reluctance to part.
He is a ghost who gambled with the gods in the underworld, a lunatic who dares to bet on eternal reincarnation.
He wanted to go back to the crooked-neck tree and wait for the moment when the bet ended. When the god's judgment came, he was willing to admit defeat.
It's a pity that I can't say happy birthday to Gong Jun face to face, although he has already said it to himself.
——Gong Jun, happy birthday.
——I hope you will no longer be sad, miss you, or frown.
——Gong Jun, happy birthday.
- I hope you will always be happy.
Ah Han turned and walked towards the door.
The two pairs of canvas shoes of Gong Jun and his wife were placed on the shoe rack at the door.
Ah Han had already gone through the door, but retreated abruptly.
— Graffiti, the graffiti on those two shoes.
One pair is Gong Jun's painting style, with a big round face on the bucket.
- "What do I look like?"
—— "Wait, I'll show you a picture."
Another pair had a big goofy smiley face painted on it.
- "Who is this?"
--"It is you."
The strokes are clearly drawn by myself.