[Ghost Extermination] Black shark

Tears come.I've never seen him look so dazed!He was always depressed, like an old man on the verge of death.

When I was happy, I sang a song.The mermaid's singing voice is always beautiful, and it also has a little confusing function. Of course, I won't use it on him.

After I finished singing, he also came back to his senses, and his tense body relaxed a little, the resentment in his heart should have dissipated.

"It looks good, and it sounds good. You are right, mermaid crystal beads are much more precious than ordinary jewelry." He murmured.

"If you like it, I will give it to you."

"What for me?"

"I'll give it all to you! Whether it's beads or songs, whatever you like, I'll give it to you!"

Hearing what I said, the corners of his mouth lifted up, and he actually laughed, without a hint of sarcasm.

He looks good when he smiles, in fact, he looks good, but he has always been too gloomy.When he smiled like that, my heart beat unexpectedly, and my face seemed to be on fire. For a while, I only remembered to stare at his face, and forgot everything else.

But he laughed and laughed and became sullen again.He held the crystal bead in his hand and stared at it without speaking.

"Hey—what's the matter?"

He ignored me.

"Hey, hello! Are you unhappy again?"

He turned his head away.

"Don't be upset, I'll sing for you."

But after singing, he still ignored me.

I was also a little angry, and I stretched out my hands, trying to pull his face back directly.But I forgot that I was still a fish lying on the rock, so I lost my balance and fell directly on him.

"Are you okay!" I hurriedly climbed away from him, afraid of crushing him.

He patted the seat next to him and motioned for me to sit over: "Don't worry, it's not that easy to die, you sit here."

After sitting down, I asked cautiously: "Why are you upset? Don't you like beads? Or don't you like hearing me sing?"

"...I don't like it, it's just..."

"that is"

"The doctor who left today said that I'm sure I can't be cured..." He looked sad, "If there is more, I can live to be in my early twenties, if not, it may be two or three years, and it is also possible that you will not be able to see it tomorrow night. It's my turn."

"It's okay, he's talking nonsense, he has no ability..." I don't know how to comfort him, "If you can live, you have to live for a long time, you have to..."

My mind was in a mess, and there seemed to be a voice coming from afar——Ah Hau, I can’t die, Ah Hau, live, live, I can’t die, live...

That was the voice in my dream.

——Ah Xiao, live on!

"Don't die, live...you don't die..."

Suddenly a hand stretched out and wiped my face. I looked along and saw him frowning again.

"Don't cry..."

Only then did I realize that I was crying unknowingly, and the crystal beads I just cried were everywhere on the ground, in a mess.

"I'm sorry, I, I'll clean it up for you!"

He sighed softly: "No need...thank you, I will live, I don't want to die yet."

"You are the first." He said again, "The one who wants me to live...you are still the first."

"They all want me to die. Those who serve me think that getting close to me will make them sick, so they don't usually get close to me. The family members think that I have offended the gods, so they find an excuse to send me here. I'm not the only son, and the doctor probably won't find me again..." He said as if he was about to cry.

I was anxious: "You, you, you -- don't be sad, I, I will touch the tail for you, don't talk about it!" The tail has been drying for a long time, and the sea water on it has dried up.I flicked my tail into his lap, took his hand and put it on.

I'm still very proud of this tail.The scales are newly replaced. The old scales were dark blue and looked like they had been scorched.The new one is silver-blue, very smooth, and still glows faintly in the moonlight.The caudal fin is soft, like a layer of silver yarn, slightly long, but it looks good when it floats in the sea.

His hand was on my tail, horribly thin and gleamingly white.His fingers were slender and long, which should have been good-looking, but they were too thin, as if there was only a layer of skin covering the bones, and the protruding bones were like thorns stuck in his hands, which was a bit scary.Moreover, this hand was too pale, without a trace of blood, and the bruise under the skin was very clearly visible, and it also looked very ferocious.

His touch was a bit hesitant at first, and I asked him: "Do you not like the slippery touch? It's a pity that my tail can't grow any hair. If you really like fluffy, you can use my hair to make do with it." .” Although my hair is quite slippery.

He replied vaguely: "I don't like it...it's pretty good."

The sea breeze blew by, with a bit of salty taste, and it also soothed his mood.

"Do you still listen to music?" I turned to him and asked.

"...don't listen." He stopped and moved my tail away, "It's getting late today, let's go back."

He stood up, walked back into the house, put his hands on the door curtain, and put on a look of seeing off the guests—but there was a look of silence between his brows.

"Then I'll sing it to you next time."

His movements stopped.

"Next time too, next time next time, I will sing to you every time I see you..."

"What if I die? Can the dead hear it?"

"I don't know...but I don't want you dead."

"Don't you want me to die, so I can live?"

His emotions are always ups and downs. At this moment, he is holding on to the curtain, as if venting, as if he is angry, and as if he is torturing himself.

The wind stopped blowing, the waves stopped ringing, and everything seemed to be frozen.I stared at him and he stared at me.In a trance, I seemed to have hallucinations, and I saw fire in his eyes...

Ah Xiao, Ah Xiao, Ah Xiao...

Can't die, can't die, can't die...

Live, live, live...

But why?Why live when you can't die?And... how to live?

"I will find a way, and I will definitely not let you die!"

The only answer that can be given to him is this pale, perfunctory thing that can barely be called Chen Nuo.

With a sneer, he finally lowered the curtain.

I also dived into the sea instead.

When we met later, we returned to our original state, as if the ups and downs of life and death discussions that night had never happened. Only the act of "meeting and singing" was preserved, and it has been preserved for nearly ten years.

In the past few years, his illness has always been repeated and fluctuated. When he is good, he can walk and sit in the yard, and when he is bad, he can't move when he lies under the bedding.At the beginning of the year, he could only lie in the bedding, and I could only talk to him through the curtain.To be precise, I unilaterally told him about the current situation, and then found some interesting topics.He couldn't answer my words, because he only had the strength to barely open his eyes, and I could only know that he was still alive by his faint breath.

Later, the doctor felt powerless and took the initiative to leave.A few days later, his father sent a doctor with a letter.I didn't know what was written in the letter at the time, but under the treatment of the new doctor, his body gradually recovered. Although he was only able to get up and walk two steps, at least he didn't look like a dead person.

It's March when we meet again, and spring is here.Everything is alive, and there is a little bit of life on his face, which may be my illusion or fantasy.

"It's just a flashback," he said, and it was.

His cheeks were already sunken, and his whole body was so thin that only a bone frame remained, and he might hear a "creak, creak, creak" sound when he moved.His hair was cut short for the convenience of grooming, but it was also greyish, like weeds that barely survived last winter—but now those grasses are alive again, but he only reveals their lifelessness.

In just over ten years, it was just a blink of an eye for me, and the scene of my first acquaintance with him is still vivid in my mind.But these ten years have been his whole life. In this way, to him, I have known him for most of my life.

I have a lot of things I want to tell him, but when the words come to my lips, I can’t say anything, I can only hold back a sentence dryly: “No, you said that before, but haven’t you still lived for so many years? This doctor is very powerful. You have gotten better recently, and you will definitely recover. Besides, even if he can't, there will be another one, who will get better and better in the future..."

He said with some difficulty: "There is no future, just the last doctor. My father wrote a letter, and my mother passed away in dystocia a year ago, leaving me a younger brother. And he was ready to remarry at that time, and now he should I'm married. My family's heirs are already guaranteed. I've been ill for many years, and he has no hope." His tone was flat, as if he saw it, and he would be relieved immediately, should he stop, take a few breaths, cough Twice, and then continue speaking.

"Why is he like this! You obviously, obviously don't want to..."

"It's not a question of whether you want it or not! Uh... cough, cough!" His voice suddenly became louder, and he coughed violently because of his bad breath. "He is already very good, and he has persisted for more than ten years."

"It's been more than ten years, and I've lived like this. I'm not a ghost, I'm just like this, I'm tired too.

He lowered his eyelids, as if convincing himself.

Then, he said: "Go away, and don't come here again. If you don't see me in the future, just pretend that I'm alive."

Then he went back to the house and lowered the curtain, without making any more sound.

he chased me away