every soul loves you

"

The ghost said indifferently, "Well, let's go."

"Goodbye. Oh no, it's best not to see you again." The emissary looked at the ghost with sparkling eyes, smiled decently, then turned and left.

"As you wish." The ghost who was fascinated by the messenger's smile said casually.

What happened today, the messenger not only blushed, but also laughed...

And when he smiled, his eyes were bent and his thin lips stretched, making his whole person brighter than the sun, which made people feel good.

The ghost felt that the sky was going to be sunny.

Seeing the messenger's straight back, the ghost finally looked at his heart, "Wait!"

"What's the matter?" The messenger turned around and asked in a good-tempered manner this time, his hand already holding the doorknob.

"The dry cleaner is at number x on xx street."

"it is good."

The ghost said again, "Don't go yet."

The Messenger wondered, watching the ghost slowly walk towards his room, and asked, "Why?"

Half a minute later, the ghost came out with a black windbreaker on his arm. He stretched out his arm and handed the windbreaker to the messenger.

"Put it on."

The messenger stared blankly at the ghost, not understanding what he meant.

"It's going to be cold outside." The ghost said lightly, without any emotion.

The envoy was even more stunned than before. He stared blankly at the ghost, whose eyes were silent, just like what he said, without any emotion.

But immediately, the ghost was startled.

"Hey, hey! You..." The ghost pointed at the messenger, speechless.

The emissary didn't pick up the clothes. He was lost in thought looking at the ghost. Suddenly, a drop of tear fell from his left eye, ran straight across his cheek, and fell from his chin to the ground.

The teardrops were clearly transparent, but they left traces in the ghost's heart that could never disappear.

Extraordinary!The messenger of hell was moved to cry by a piece of clothing!

Next, something even more unexpected to the ghost happened. The messenger's thin lips opened slightly, and spit out a name that the ghost had not heard for more than 900 years.

"elder brother……"

The ghost looked at the messenger, his lips trembled, and the hand pointing at the messenger froze in the air.

"What are you talking about!" The ghost yelled and interrupted the messenger because of his panic.

When the messenger was disturbed, he swayed, as if the person whose acupoints had been fixed had just been untied, and had difficulty standing still.

After he stood still, he didn't answer the ghost right away. He first came back to his senses, and when he looked at the ghost again, he was startled by the frightened look on his face, and couldn't help asking, "What's wrong?"

The ghost himself was about to cry, "Your tears..."

The envoy was also shocked when he heard the words, and hurriedly wiped his face with his hands, and sure enough, he touched some remaining water stains.

He hastily covered his face with his entire palm, obliterating all the traces of tears, while wiping, he hurriedly explained, "It's not me, it's not my tears."

The ghost scratched his hair and shouted, "What should I react now? My lord is frightened by you!"

The envoy was anxious and annoyed, with a hesitant expression.

At this point, he knew that he couldn't hide the fact of his dual personality.

☆, 05

The messenger sighed and began to tell his story, "It was not I who told you that you could see the sword, nor was I the one who shed tears just now."

The ghost quickly stared out his eyes, "Madman..."

"Maybe you have heard of multiple personality disorder, a mental illness. Generally speaking, it means that there are two or more different personalities in a person's body."

The ghost didn't want to believe that such a bizarre thing happened to him, he laughed dryly, "Hehehehe, you don't want to say that you have this disease, do you?"

"Otherwise, am I giving you a popular science?"

The ghost couldn't find evidence of lying from the messenger's face. After he confirmed this, his behavior was quite normal, which was completely the reaction a normal person should have when seeing a patient with split personality. The living room yelled at the messenger, "Your other personality...won't kill me!"

Although it was four or five meters away, the ghost was still ready to escape at any time.

The messenger looked at the ghost jumping up and down, and wondered what was going on?

Look at this exaggerated reaction, what I encountered was a fake ghost.

The legendary ghost who is omnipotent, rebellious and aloof, dressed in fancy clothes and walks forever in typhoons, became a coward because he knew he had a second personality?

The messenger couldn't help laughing in a low voice, the tone was like a soft drumbeat, gently hitting the ghost's eardrum.

But the ghost had no time to listen carefully, "What are you laughing at, haven't you watched that kind of movie! It's super scary!"

The ghost's body remains on alert.

The scene in the movie came to the mind of the ghost at this moment, the story of the righteous personality and the evil personality killing each other...

"I didn't watch it. I have another personality in my body. Knowing myself is more exciting than watching a movie."

"Change..." The ghost started to stutter.

"abnormal?"

"Correct!"

"A metamorphosis refers to changes in the nature of things, and it also refers to abnormalities in people's psychology. You are right." The messenger accepted the title of ghosts from a scientific point of view, and it seemed that he had the upper hand now. Looking down on the ghost feels pretty good.

The ghost raised the windbreaker he prepared for the messenger, covering half of his face, and asked, "Then which personality are you now? Is it the one I saw before?"

The messenger threatened him, "Li He is not as magnanimous as I am. If you provoke him, he will not let you go easily."

Lee Hyuk...

This is the second time the ghost has heard the name from the messenger.

He didn't take it seriously the first time!

"Why does he have a name?"

"I got it for him."

"Why don't you have a name?"

"Because I have no memory."

"Where is Li Hyuk, has he also lost his memory?"

"Well, I asked him, and he said he didn't remember either."

"Oh..." The ghost finally realized what the messenger said just now after replying.

He actually talked to himself!

The ghost felt like he had goosebumps.

"You madman, aren't you one body, how do you talk to yourself?"

"Um... I have a notebook that records the content of our conversations, otherwise, he doesn't know what I did, and I don't know what he did when he replaced me, so we discussed and established A notebook."

The ghosts began to make up their own brains. Under the dim light, the gloomy emissary picked up a notebook, read another letter he wrote to himself, and wrote back after reading...

No matter how you think about this scene, it feels weird...

After the ghost made up his mind, his head was covered with cold sweat.

The messenger raised his face and asked, "Are you afraid?"

The ghost covered his face with his windbreaker, and kept nodding.

"Haha." The messenger smiled happily.

"Aren't you afraid?" the ghost asked.

"Don't be afraid, Li Hyuk always appears when I am in danger, like today when He Shunzai wanted to kill me, the doctor said he was probably created by me to protect me."

The messenger was just comforting himself with the doctor's words. Is a guilty person worthy of fantasizing about someone who can protect him?

It's a pity that he has no memory, otherwise, he would have known the reason for his split personality.

"So, your other personality is a good guy?"

"It's not worse than me, it's just that I have a bad temper."

Hearing these words, the ghost's thumping heart that was about to burst out of his chest slowly regained its composure. Is the messenger bad?After the "skin-to-skin kiss" just now, the ghost discovered that this was a big misunderstanding of the ghosts!

She is obviously soft and cute, and people can be bullied...

When it comes to bad temper, is there anyone who has a bigger temper than the ghost... He also said that he would not let him go easily, which is just bragging. Look at his thin body, the ghost can take him down with one hand, okay?

The ghost was completely relieved, he touched his heart, and let himself breathe.

The envoy saw that the blue flame that had been frightened and almost disappeared just now was extremely brilliant again.

Rumors are really just something to listen to.

From this point of view, ghosts are still a little cute?

The ghost glanced at the emissary, and the emissary happened to be looking at him, and the ghost stopped moving.

He reflected on his behavior just now facing the envoy who was in full swing.

What a shame! ! ! ! !

Today is a shameful day in the history of ghosts and monsters!

Today, it must not be known by others, otherwise, it will become a song that is even more outrageous than ghost underwear!

Especially don't let Dehua know!

"Ahem, actually, I wasn't afraid just now." The ghost stepped up the four steps step by step.

"Oh—" the envoy nodded understandingly.

"I've never seen it before, so I overreacted." The ghost smiled calmly.

"I see." The envoy continued to nod sincerely.

"it is true!"

"Yeah, did I say it was fake?"

"Look at your expression, where does it look like you believe me?"

"I just never saw a ghost scared, so I overreacted."

The ghost's words were used on himself.

The ghost stared at the emissary firmly, blue flames appeared above his head, but it didn't have the slightest deterrent effect on the emissary.

Messenger: Please start your performance jpg.

The ghost knew that his image in the heart of the envoy was no longer the stalwart it used to be, so he let out a long sigh.

"Don't write it in the notebook, don't let the third person know about it." The ghost's attitude turned 180°, and he even lowered his body to ask the messenger.

"Li Hyuk?"

"That's right, even if it's a body, it's not allowed."

"I wouldn't write such a boring thing."

"Well, don't write."

"Actually, Li Hyuk won't tell me what boring things he did."

Ghost question mark face.

"For example, he just now..."

The messenger used "he".

The ghost understood what the messenger meant and just wanted to laugh.

Hahahaha.

If he hadn't mentioned it, he would have forgotten that the messenger was crying just now.

"Understood, I won't say anything, and you won't say anything, it's mutually beneficial."

"Yes, mutual benefit."

"friendship?"

"friendship."

The ghost deliberately showed an expression of indifference in its joy, "I never expected that I would actually establish a friendship with a hell messenger."

"For me, it is also due to helplessness." The envoy shook his head reluctantly.

"If you can't rent a house, I can rent it to you. My lord has no other advantages, that is, he is handsome, rich in money and big in house. One more you is not too much."

Hearing these unflattering remarks, the envoy looked sideways at the ghost.

This is the end of the cute journey of ghosts and ghosts.

"No need." The messenger's smile disappeared without a trace.

"Tch, where can I find a rich landlord like me, who also knows about your black history, mental illness and so on..." The ghost is addicted to the messenger, and it is difficult to quit for a while.

So the messenger felt that the ghosts were annoying to a higher level, and he decisively put an end to the friendship that lasted only three seconds, "Friendship, break up."

The messenger dropped these four words and walked away through the wall.

The ghost was left in a daze.

"I didn't expect there to be someone in this world who can turn heads faster than me. I admire you."

The clothes were not sent out, the house was not rented out, and the phone call was not even received...

However, the ghost did not feel frustrated, but was inspired to fight, burn it, the sword in the chest!Wait for me, Messenger!

☆, 06

The messenger is missing!

This week, the ghost went to the "teahouse" on the corner to wait for him every day, but the messenger never showed up again.

The one in charge of this area became another Hellbringer.

The ghost came forward to inquire after the newcomer had dealt with an accident, but the answer he got was that he was only temporarily sent here to work. I don't know, the superior didn't tell him too much in detail.

"Temporary, right? Are you sure about this?"

The newcomer said, "Yes, I believe the seniors will come back soon."

"Senior? Are you familiar with him?" The ghost became interested.

"Senior has been with me for a while, and I'm more familiar with it than other people."

"Is he nice?" the ghost asked.

"Excuse me, what is your relationship with him?" The novice emissary faintly felt that everything was a little unusual. A ghost actually asked one hell emissary for news about another hell emissary.

"Ah, he and I are just friends, a friend relationship, a friendship that has just been established..."

The ghost omits a crucial sentence—but it shatters after three seconds.

"So it's senior's friend." The emissary's vigilance disappeared a lot.

"Well, yes, that's it, now you can have a frank chat with me."

"What do you want to know?"

The ghost thought to himself that this newcomer was much more polite than the messenger, at least he used "you" to himself.

"Come on, let's talk over coffee."

"Coffee? I like it very much, thank you." The new messenger was obediently brought to the cafe by the ghost.

The ghost smiled, thinking that it would be nice if the messenger of hell was as easy to abduct as this one.

"What does he like?" asked the ghost.

The envoy thought for a while, "I haven't heard senior say that he likes anything in particular, ah yes! Senior likes yogurt!"

"Huh?" The ghost was surprised. He didn't expect the emissary in suits and leather shoes to drink yogurt all day long. He thought about the appearance of the emissary in uniform with a straw in his mouth. Ah, there is nothing wrong with it. I really want to see you soon!

The villain in the ghost's heart was already star-eyed, but he calmly said to the newcomer's messenger, "Is that so?"

"There is still money!" The newcomer thought of the same thing again.

"money?"

The newcomer said with a sad face, "Our salary is extremely low, only enough to rent a house, and it is a house with average conditions. It is almost the nature of every envoy to like money."

"That's it." The ghost said suddenly, and silently wrote down, yogurt, house, and money, these three things can tie the messenger's heart.

The ghost asked again, "His hobby?"

"Senior is a well-known workaholic in the Ministry of Hell. Every time I see him, he is working. If I have to say one thing," the newcomer pointed to the TV on the wall. "Senior likes to watch TV."

The ghost looked towards the place pointed by the newcomer, and the woman on the TV was pouring a drink on a man.

People who were drinking coffee and watching the TV exclaimed "Wow--" and enjoyed watching it very much.

The ghost then imagined an emissary watching a dog-blood drama with a straw in his mouth and staring round eyes.

Hahahaha, the ghost couldn't help laughing.

No, just thinking about it makes me cry.

On this day, the ghost who got the effective information was in a good mood, and even cooked while humming.

This day is also the sunniest day in the city this month.

Until another week passed, the messenger still did not appear.

"Uncle! Uncle!" Dehua, who didn't remember hardships, shook the ghost again.

The ghost glared at him, and said with evil spirit, "Tobeornottobe, Thatisaquestion."

Dehua leaned forward and said cautiously, "I choose 1."

The ghost was annoyed and asked, "What's the matter?"

De Hua pointed to the ceiling, "Uncle, our house seems to be... a bit damp."

"Well, turn on the air conditioner and select the dehumidification mode."

"The problem isn't the air conditioner, uncle! What's wrong with you, how long has it been! Didn't it work fine last week!"

The ghost pursed his lips, wanting to cry.

Seeing the appearance of the ghost, Dehua was terrified, and made the thousand-year-old ghost cry?

He quickly reviewed himself, "Uncle, is my attitude too bad... In fact, there is nothing wrong with a little rain..."

The ghost hummed twice, and finally said, "He hasn't come back yet..."

Dehua realized that the ghost had a desire to confide, so he quickly followed his words and asked, "Who? Who hasn't come back yet?"

The ghost looked at Dehua with an even more aggrieved expression on his face, "Little cutie..."

cute?De Hua suspected that he heard it wrong, so he asked again, "Who?"

"You don't know either."

"Little cute?"

"Well, it's cute."

"Uncle, are you in love?"

"Didn't you come back yet?" The ghost gave De Hua a blank look.

"Uncle, have you found your bride?!" De Hua jumped up and down the room, "Uncle, are you going to disappear? Uncle, I can't bear you!"

The ghost didn't bother to look at Dehua at all, and concluded, "Exaggerated."

"Are you really in love, uncle?"

The ghost took a long breath and let it out again, "Goodbye, I'm going to find my little cutie."

"Uncle, I can help you, draw portraits, offer rewards, find people online..."

The ghost was speechless, "Didn't you just say you couldn't bear to part with me?"

Dehua laughed and pointed to the ceiling again, "Ah, the weather is more important now..."

Sanshen Psychological Clinic.

A woman in red sat on one side of the table and said to the man in black sitting opposite, "Hello, Park Li-hwan, how are you doing?"

The man seemed to be in a bad state of mind, but he straightened his back and put his hands on his knees neatly. He looked at the woman in red and replied, "It's almost the same as before. Li He will come back when I am in danger. time to appear."

The man in black is the messenger of hell who was dispatched to perform an urgent task.

He didn't want to come for a follow-up visit wearing a uniform, but because he was too tired, he happened to pass by the Sanshen Clinic when he went back, so he took off his hat and entered.

According to Dr. Sanshen, Park Lihuan has always been a strange patient.

Although he came to see a doctor, he did not ask to get rid of other personalities like other patients, but chose to maintain the status quo, even a little too naturally.

Moreover, he was overly calm about the existence of the second personality, without fear or hatred.

"You don't seem to reject Li Hyuk's existence."

"Well, although I can't remember, but since he already exists, there must be some necessary reason."

Doctor Sanshen once warned him that the second personality might swallow his original personality, but this handsome man just smiled slightly, "It doesn't matter, I am atoning, even if it is swallowed, the other personality will continue to do it for me." what to do."

Doctor Sanshen asked, "Is there anything you want to tell me today?"

She is Park Li-hwan's confidant, and he doesn't come frequently. I frankly admit that because I don't have much money to pay, every time I come, I encounter problems that I can't solve.

The messenger bowed forward.He said, "It's like this...Lee Hyuk cried once two weeks ago, which has never happened before."

"I remember you told me before that although Li He is indifferent, sometimes he plays cards unreasonably. He once tattooed you..."

The messenger's gaze shifted, as if a little embarrassed, he continued, "A flower."

The doctor smiled slightly, "Then it's understandable to cry occasionally."

"Probably, but I don't think Li He will cry."

"Did you meet someone? When he was crying."

The envoy was astonished, and he raised his gaze to face the doctor again, proving that the doctor had guessed right.

"There is such a person..."

"Have you ever thought that maybe you knew him before?"

The ups and downs of the messenger's heart were more obvious than just now, like a calm reef suddenly being beaten by the tide, his hands were slowly retracted on his knees, and he murmured, "Will it..."

So memory...

The envoy's hands tightened more and more until they were fully gripped, highlighting the bony joints.

☆, the first candy

It's still raining.

The ghost stood in the corner and waited for someone.

He is wearing a dark windbreaker, holding an umbrella, and against the background of ancient walls and dry trees, the whole portrait is still in an oil painting.

The thousand-year-old ghost has a stern face when he doesn't laugh or bluff. Maybe he doesn't realize that his temperament is colder than the messenger's, and his whole body exudes hostility. No wonder the ghosts are afraid of him.

No one dares to look into the eyes of ghosts. If they have the courage and are willing to distinguish carefully, they will find that there is melancholy hidden deep in the sharp eyes of ghosts. It was suffocating.

Just like now.

He was standing under a tree, and the drops of water falling from the tree were crackling on his umbrella.

The ghost lowered its eyes, watching the raindrops on the umbrella fall to the ground, splashing into smaller sprays, and then merged into one piece.

In the past, he worked hard to make money, read all kinds of new books, and did the most outrageous part-time jobs, all to pass the long time. After 900 years, he has no desires and desires. He thinks that human beings have a word that is particularly suitable for him-mixed food wait to die.

But now, he doesn't want to die so much anymore.

"Uncle, are you in love?" De Hua asked.

Suddenly, there was something I wanted again.

Thinking of the messenger's shy look that day, the ghost smiled unconsciously. He stopped looking at the ground and raised his head.

A black shadow rushed into his line of sight, and the ghost turned his head hastily, and it turned out to be the messenger.

The messenger stood not far away, looking at the ghost with a puzzled look.

"Oh, Messenger? Are you back?"

"What are you doing here?" The messenger's attitude was not friendly.

"Passing by." The ghost habitually wanted to maintain his face, he didn't want the messenger to think that he was a hot face but a cold ass.

"Okay, then please continue on your way."

The messenger wanted to pass through the wall, but was stopped by the ghost. After being stopped, the messenger stopped and stared at him impatiently.

Looking at the messenger from a close distance, the ghost found that his face was tired, and there were two obvious dark circles around his eyes, and there were light bloodshots in his eyes, which seemed to be caused by lack of rest and overwork.

"Working overtime?"

"Well, I received an urgent job."

The messenger waved away the ghost's hand and entered the tea room through the wall.

The ghost followed in behind.

The water on the umbrella was dripping on the floor of the messenger's tea room. The messenger caught a glimpse and said, "Wipe it clean."

"Oh, good." The ghost immediately blew on the ground, and the water droplets on the ground evaporated instantly.

The messenger took off his wet uniform, and poured himself a cup of tea.

"Ah, is that the tea of ​​amnesia?"

"Yes."

"Can I drink it too?" The ghost expressed great interest in the amnesia tea.

The messenger raised his eyelids to look at the ghost, snorted coldly, poured another cup, and handed it to the ghost.

The ghost happily took it, drank it down, and winked at the messenger after drinking it, and asked the messenger to spit tea, "Hi, whoareyou? Where am I?"

The messenger tried not to spit out the tea, but choked on it.

He covered his mouth and coughed, with two chuckles. He looked at the ghost, who had an ignorant expression on his face, as if he just came from a foreign country and didn't know anything.

The messenger turned his head, smiled knowingly, and said, "You are really..."

The ghost's goal was achieved. Seeing that the envoy had been sullen and gloomy, he used tricks to make him relax a little.

"It's really considerate." The ghost added.

The messenger clicked his tongue, "I haven't even told you that you are fat, but you are panting."

Hearing the emissary's retort, the ghost confirmed that his mood was improving, so he could take this time to ask for his phone number and address!

"You think so anyway."

"Really thick-skinned."

"It's not thick, you can try it." The ghost poked his face and said naturally.

The messenger knocked on the teacup on the table. He didn't want to touch the ghost's face now, but wanted to fan it to see if it could be fanned.

"Messenger, when will you invite me to your house?" The ghost cut to the point.

"Why should I invite you to my house?" the messenger wondered.

"Reciprocity, I brought you home." The ghost brought up the old story again.

The messenger's complexion changed, and he was a little unhappy, because that day was not a pleasant day in general, he was attacked by ghosts, rescued by ghosts, and brought home by ghosts, and... and...

The messenger felt that his body was heating up uncontrollably.

"Oh yes, it's not a belt, it's a hug." The ghost added "considerately".

"You..." The envoy only said one word "you" before he couldn't continue. He looked down at his teacup, his lips pursed slightly.

How do you say something like this back!Whatever you say, you will be in an embarrassing situation.

The ghost watched the messenger carefully, ah, it seemed to be shy again, the ghost almost hid its face and snickered.

Just when the ghost was having fun, the emissary suddenly stood up with a panicked expression.

With a bang, even the chair was thrown aside.

The ghost's heart was shaken by the sound of the chair falling to the ground. He looked at the bewildered face of the messenger, and his heart was also pulled up. He asked, "What's wrong? What happened?"

"The rented house expired, and I forgot to move."

"The landlord didn't contact you?"

"He can't reach me."

"Huh? Because the work needs to be kept secret?"

"No, I don't have a cell phone. Don't look at me like that, I don't need that kind of thing."

The ghost watched the messenger run past him in a flash.

"and many more."

"Can't wait any longer."

"Tell me the address." The ghost suddenly became serious.

The messenger glanced at the ghost and was silent for two seconds before saying an address.

"Okay. Come with me."

The ghost went to the door of the tea room.

He took the messenger's hand and explained, "Don't get me wrong, you will know why this is happening in a while."

The messenger wanted to break free at first, but the ghost slowly tightened his fingers. The messenger frowned, and the door was opened by the ghost before he had time to protest.

"Come on." The ghost tugged on the emissary with his fingers, and the emissary took the force and followed him.

Pushing the door open again, the two arrived at the supermarket next to the house rented by the envoy.

"Amazing, isn't it?" The ghost looked at the messenger proudly.

The envoy quickly put away his envious eyes, and said lightly, "That's really good, it's one of your few advantages, thank you." He thanked lightly.

"You're welcome." The ghost accepted it frankly.

The messenger walked quickly to the rented house, leaving the ghost behind.

Just now he was in a hurry, the messenger only wore a thin sweater.

The ghost looked at his thin back, thought for a while, and gave the umbrella he brought along to a girl who didn't have an umbrella.

The girl looked surprised, and the ghost said, "I sent you off." Then he went to chase the messenger.

When the two rushed to their destination, what they saw was that the messenger's luggage was left at the door.

A big suitcase, a small one, and a few bags.

The envoy looked at his already wet luggage, a little at a loss, he stood at the door, just staring blankly.

"Your?" asked the ghost.

"Hmm." The messenger stepped forward, holding the big suitcase with one hand and the smaller one with the other, looking at the remaining bags, the messenger put the suitcase down again, and put the bag on the handle of the suitcase I carried it everywhere, but there were still some that I couldn't let go of, so the messenger said to the ghost, "Can you get some for me?"

The ghost didn't take it, he stood aside, watching the envoy tossing back and forth, suddenly an inexplicable anger rushed into his heart, "How can your landlord do this!"

"He told me before that if he didn't move, he would throw my luggage out. He did what he said, and there is nothing wrong with it." The messenger seemed indifferent, but the ghost clearly saw sadness in his eyes.

"No, I'm going to find him."

The messenger dropped his luggage and went to stop him, "I was wrong in the first place. I have nothing to look for. Let's go. The money has been paid, and I did delay for a long time."

"Did it take a long time?" The ghost was even more angry. He had already told the messenger that he could come and live at his house.

The messenger was completely oppressed by the aura of the ghost, and he couldn't say a word of rebuttal, but he just tried to get more luggage.

The ghost couldn't stand it anymore, strode forward, and took his two boxes. He glanced down, and there were four or five bags left, which the messenger took.

"Walk."

The messenger pouted behind the ghost, thinking that I was kicked out, why are you angry.

The two walked for a long time, and neither of them paid any attention to the other. The messenger suddenly remembered something and couldn't bear it anymore, so he asked, "Can't you open any door?"

"Luggage is not allowed at any door."

"Didn't you bring an umbrella just now?" The envoy looked left and right but didn't see the umbrella, so he asked, "Where's the umbrella?"

"You remember wrongly, I didn't bring anything." The ghost continued to have a cold face.

Ahead is the station.

It seems that the two can only go back by bus.

The ghost walked quickly, and the emissary chased after him desperately. When he arrived at the station, the ghost was breathing steadily and nothing happened. The emissary was already panting, and there were clouds of white mist around his mouth.

The rain had stopped, but the sky was still cloudy and the wind was blowing coldly.

The ghost glanced casually, and saw the messenger shivering from the cold.

He let out a sigh of relief, took off his coat, and gave it to the messenger.

The envoy refused, "I am an envoy from hell, how can I be afraid of the cold."

Again.

Without any explanation, the ghost put his overcoat on the messenger's shoulders and said, "Put the sleeves on, otherwise it will be inconvenient to carry the luggage later."

The messenger looked at the gloomy face of the ghost, and knew that it was best not to mess with him now, so he obediently agreed.

"Oh."

After getting on the bus, the messenger dropped two coins, and the two sat in the last row.

Because of the bad weather, the car was empty, and neither of them spoke, only the sound of advertisements on the radio.

After a while, the emissary began to doze off, leaning towards the side of the car window.

The ghost's eyes were quick, and he stretched out his hand to rest on the glass. The messenger's head knocked on the ghost's hand, and he woke up suddenly. The ghost quickly took his hand off, stretched his legs as if nothing happened, and leaned leisurely on the back of the chair. superior.

The messenger turned his head to look at the ghost, dazed, feeling as if he had been awakened from his sleep in a lifetime.

The ghost glared at him and scolded, "What are you looking at?"

"I don't want to look at you." The messenger lazily turned around and continued to close his eyes and doze off.

The ghost looked at him quietly, and really soon, the messenger's body was about to crooked again.

The ghost snorted, stretched out his hand, took the messenger back, and let him lean on him.

The envoy opened his eyes, but he had no strength to resist. He was tired and sleepy, so he just let it go... The envoy leaned on a warm shoulder and fell asleep again.

The ghost glanced at the car TV, and then turned to look out the window. The winter scenery, even on a rainy day, is not bad.

At this time, only he and the messenger were left in the car.

The ghost thought, it would be nice if time slowed down.

The commercials on the radio were over, and the radio host shared an English song.

Mybody isacage

my body is a prison

that keeps me from dancing with the one I love

stop me from dancing with my love

But my mind holds the key...

But my reason holds the key...

Mybody isacage

my body is a prison

We take what we' regiven

We take what God has given us

Just because you've forgotten

just because you were forgotten

That don't mean you're forgiven

But that doesn't mean you're forgiven...

In this soothing music, the ghost really slows down time.

It is the time He created for Him and the Messenger.

The author has something to say: bgm: mybodyisacage. Female version.

☆, 08

The ghost straightened up and wrapped its arms around the messenger so that he could lean more firmly. Then the ghost's hands slowly moved down from the messenger's shoulders, and finally stopped at the messenger's waist and abdomen, gently hugging him.

The ghost’s eyeballs looked at the sky and the ground, and finally squinted at the corner of the eye, and glanced at the messenger, afraid of being discovered by the messenger or others, his eyeballs quickly rolled up again, turned left and right, turned Turning around, he couldn't resist the itch from the feather in his heart, so he turned back again, his eyes fixed on the messenger quietly.

At this time, if the ghost looks in the mirror, he will find that he has become a nine-shot emoticon package.

In fact, he is afraid of being seen