Don’t Be a Kept Man

Xun Chuan had too many things to ask Yan Yu, but when he came to his lips, he couldn't say anything.It was really impossible to say anything.There seemed to be a lump of cotton wool in his throat, and the bitter, sour, sweet and spicy It was blocked, and even the cuts at the throat began to ache.

Xun Chuan looked at the ceiling: "Yan Yu..."

Yan Yu: "Huh?"

Xun Chuan: "If, I mean if, if you know that I will die that night, would you go to City X?"

The scabbed wound, if it was uncovered abruptly, it would only be **** and painful to suffocation, but Xun Chuan was very calm, Yan Yu heard the words, his breathing was stagnant for a moment, he pinched the remote control, his wrist veins loomed. Finally, he responded perfunctorily: "Hmm..."

Xun Chuan asked in confirmation: "You will go, right?"

Yan Yu still had that perfunctory tone: "Yeah."

Xun Chuan was taken aback, then nodded slowly: "Okay..."

It was just a word, but he seemed to have got the answer he wanted the most, and even the things beside him became unimportant. After that, he didn't ask anything, he turned over, turned his back to Yan Yu, and shrank. Entering the quilt, it seemed to fall asleep quietly.

The ghost has no breath or tears, but Xun Chuan suddenly felt that he could not breathe, his heart was blocked, and his throat was sore. He pinched his neck, trying to suppress this kind of harder than death. feel.

Seeing him fall asleep, Yan Yu turned off the TV, turned off the lights, and lay down. He habitually got close to Xun Chuan, only to find that the other party was tense and dead, and he touched it up, only to find that Xun Chuan's hand had been dead. Pinched to the neck.

Yan Yu got up slightly and turned him over to face him. Although he could not see anything in the darkness, he could still feel the slight tremor of Xunchuan.

Yan Yu's face was a little condensed: "What's wrong with you?"

He felt that Xun Chuan had been weird from the fourth floor, and he had begun to wonder if Su Qing had cast some spell.

Xun Chuan closed his eyes and shook his head, without speaking.

Yan Yu twisted his eyebrows and forcibly pulled his hand down. Only then did he discover that Xun Chuan was covering the cut on his neck. He subconsciously let go of him, looked at him for a moment, and then asked, "It hurts. ?"

Xun Chuan was buried in the pillow, and for a long time, he faintly replied, "Yeah."

Yan Yu didn't know what to do. He had never encountered such a situation, nor had he heard that the wounds left during his lifetime would still hurt after being a ghost. He sat quietly for a while, and finally lay down again.

He embraced him face to face, Yan Yu embraced his back and comforted him very rarely, "It's okay, it doesn't hurt."

After he finished speaking, he thought how could it not hurt? This injury obviously killed Xun Chuan.

I don't know which nerve the two words touched in Xun Chuan. He firmly grasped Yan Yu's hand, gritted his teeth and spit out the two words, with a little trill: "It hurts."

"Yan Yu, it hurts."

If he were a human, tears might have been coming out now. Yan Yu's fingertips passed under his eyes, but they didn't touch anything. Finally, he slowly leaned over and kissed the wounded, warm lips. There was a **** smell that was unclear, but the two words were still: "No pain."

Xun Chuan felt the familiar aura around him, and the warm touch between his neck flickered like a dragonfly, as if he had returned to the night long ago, filled with one person in his heart, and could not tolerate others.

Xun Chuan was held by him, listening to the heartbeat in his ears, his lips moved suddenly. Spit out a few words imperceptibly: "Yan Yu..."

"I like you……"

Live like it, dead like it,

I liked it before, and I still like it now.

Yan Yu didn't know whether he heard it or not. He breathed slowly and did not respond.

Maybe it’s because the neighbors upstairs are quite restless. Yan Yu hasn’t been out to set up a fortune-telling stall recently. Anyway, he earns less than a few dollars a day, and the car fare is not enough. It doesn’t make much sense to go there. Su Qing faintly walked away from another busy extreme. She stayed up all night and all night to attract souls. She never stopped in the corridors at night.

In the morning, Yan Yu squatted at the door with a small bucket of chicken blood to paint and paint. The work was finished at noon. He carried a cigarette in his mouth and brought the empty bucket back in a good mood, which made people intuitively feel that he had not done anything good.

Xun Chuan's soul body was sitting on the desk, with his legs dangling in mid-air without a moment, his heels knocked on the edge of the fourth drawer, making dull noises, Yan Yu glanced at it, and then He retracted his gaze, washed the bucket in the kitchen, and threw it into the corner of the corner.

Xun Chuan tilted his head and stared at him, his eyes were so dark that he looked a little ghostly: "What did you draw at the door?"

Yan Yu sat on the edge of the bed, took a cigarette, and then hooked his finger at Xun Chuan in the smoke, his eyelids drooping, and he showed some bad intentions: "Come here, I'll tell you."

Xun Chuan did not move, did not nod or shook his head, his expression was faint, making people invisible, his legs still swayed, and he knocked on the locks of the fourth drawer without light or heavy, and Yan Yu changed his posture. Sitting, a piece of soot fell on the black pants, he flicked his fingers, getting more and more dirty, and could only take two random pats.

Xun Chuan raised his eyes and found that he was staring at him, and the corners of his mouth raised strangely: "What are you looking at me for?"

"You look good."

After Yan Yu finished speaking, she turned her gaze back and turned to look at her phone. At this moment, someone knocked on the door of the room. Xun Chuan stopped his movements and looked over, with so much schadenfreude: "Ah, your neighbor coming."

Yan Yu chuckled slightly: "I knew she would come."

Then he threw the phone and walked over to open the door. As expected, there was Su Qing standing outside. She might have been overworked these days, with heavy dark circles under her eyes, and she looked very haggard.

Yan met a ruffian, so she was not afraid of finding fault, leaning on the door frame and said: "Something?"

Su Qing wiped her face, rubbed the eyelids that kept fighting, and finally let out a faint sigh, and pleaded: "Friend, can you wipe the formation at your door? You scared my guest. I dare not come."

Yan Yu drew for five hours, and it was strange to wipe it, and said lazily: "That's your business. Anyway, it's not me who is doing business. If you can break the formation, I will do everything. I won't say much."

Su Qing did not expect that there will be so many wandering souls here, and the busy days of consecutive days have almost exhausted her energy. How can she have the time to break the formation of severe encounters, and now there are a bunch of "guests" downstairs. Hug doesn't come up at all.

Suddenly, Su Qing didn't know what she thought of, and smiled at Yan Yu: "Friend, do you want to make money? I have been too busy recently and can't take care of it alone. If possible, I want to hire you as my assistant."

Xun Chuan didn't know when he floated over. He leaned on Yan Yu's shoulder and raised his eyelids to Su Qing. His pupils were magnificent in color and ruby-clear, with a hint of hostility.

Yan Yu raised her eyebrows slightly: "Assistant?"

Su Qing smiled and nodded: "I heard from the landlord that you are a vagrant, and you are staying at home anyway. It's better to be my assistant and just borrow your place. I think it shouldn't be difficult for you. ."

The area for low-level ghost activities is limited. Most of their last wishes are to see their loved ones for the last time. Warlocks can give the soul the ability to walk around briefly to find their relatives. Simple is simple, but the efficiency is extremely low. You can only hold it five times a day. Obviously, Su Qing can't be busy alone.

Yan Yu was still thinking, and the system dinged.

【Ding! Trigger the business side mission, please allow the host to agree to the request of this beautiful woman, get an assistant position as soon as possible, become self-reliant, and the interstellar self-improvement system will serve you wholeheartedly~]

Yan Yu knew that this SB thing would pop out, and frowned and asked Su Qing impatiently: "How much is your salary in a month?"

Su Qing silently stretched out her hand and compared it to a nine. Her fingers were slender and beautiful. It was probably the only place she could see except her hair: "How about this number?"

Yan Yu was a little surprised at her generosity: "Ninety thousand?"

Su Qing's mouth froze with a smile: "Why don't you guess 900,000?"

Yan Yu screamed and was about to close the door. Su Qing quickly raised her hand to block it: "Twenty thousand! Twenty thousand a month. There will be a commission during the holidays and weekends. In fact, it is not easy to make money for the dead these years. Right."

Yan Yu stopped immediately after hearing the words, as if waiting for her to say: "Okay, but say it first, I won't take it if it is too difficult."

Su Qing gave an ok gesture, and then asked cautiously: "Then...can you wipe the formation?"

Yan Yu looked down at his watch: "Oh, it will disappear by itself in half an hour."

The formation that is too powerful is not long-lasting. It needs to be reinforced and traced continuously. The formation of Yan Yu painting will automatically disappear if it is not reinforced for a certain period of time.

Su Qing silently scolded an swear word: "I ****"

Xun Chuan caught all the conversation between them, and after Yan Yu closed the door, he held him a little dull: "If you want money, I can give it to you, there is no need to find that woman."

Yan Yu felt that it was really difficult to be a human being. Xun Chuan asked him for money when he was alive. He was scolded by a scumbag man back when he was alive. Instead of asking him for money, he was unhappy.

Yan Yu pulled out his hand and said casually: "I don't want your money."

Xun Chuan's hand froze in mid-air, and then slowly retracted, pursing his lips, "Do you like that woman?"

Yan Yu: "I don't like it."

Xun Chuan: "Then why do you want her money and not mine?"

Yan Yu lay on the bed, silently took the pillow over, covered her head, and stretched her voice: "It means that I am good to you and are not willing to use your money. You can keep it for yourself. You can buy food and drink. casual."

Xun Chuan stretched out his hand to pull the pillow down, then pressed Yan Yu's body, tilted his head and looked at him quietly: "Those money was originally for you..."

It's like Yan Yu went to pick up Xunchuan's relics. Tang Ying said that if Xunchuan was alive, the money would come to him sooner or later, and Xunchuan would only give it to him.

Perhaps because of family reasons, Xun Chuan has a sensitive and perverse personality and is extremely unpleasant in the eyes of his elders. He is extremely possessive and cannot bear anything touched by anyone, except for Yan Yu.

Xun Chuan is very extreme, love and hate are strong and shocking.

Yan Yu looked at him, without speaking, trying to say that he didn't want the money anymore, but he didn't speak anymore. Xun Chuan's eyelids trembled, his eyelashes were slender, with a unique delicate beauty, he approached Yan Yu. He repeated another sentence in a low voice: "It was originally for you..."