every soul loves you

A vague shadow, what kind of expression he had, the messenger didn't capture it.

The ring he met by chance was actually related to the woman he met by chance, and he was the connecting point of this person and thing. The more the messenger thought about it, the more he felt it was too coincidental.

"how much is this?"

"Ten dollars."

"Huh?" The messenger suspected that he had heard wrong.

"This is the most exquisite workmanship in it, so it costs ten yuan."

"Fake?" asked the messenger.

Now it's an old man asking, "Can I buy real jadeite at a street stall?"

The messenger thought the same, he must be ignorant and made a wrong judgment.So he took out ten dollars and bought the ring.

The reason why he wanted to buy it was that apart from the memory he had acquired by chance just now, he also felt that this ring... had an indescribably familiar feeling.

perhaps……

The messenger looked down from the bridge, but the woman had disappeared.

But this glance made him realize where he was now.

The messenger looked around.

This direction... Is Li Hyuk going back to the ghost's house?

? ?

Only then did the messenger remember what happened between himself and the ghost Bobo last night.

His memory stays in the shot of the ghost leaning over him, getting closer and closer to him.

What happened?Was Li Hyuk kissed by a ghost?

However, yesterday, it can be said that Li Hyuk appeared when he shouldn't have appeared.

Do ghosts get angry?

The messenger imagined a ghost with burning nostrils.

(⊙o⊙)...

The ghost's nostrils were not on fire, his face was on fire, and the swelling on the left side of his face did not subside at all.

Of course he deliberately withheld evidence.

He looked at his watch, it was eight o'clock, the messenger hadn't come back, and the phone was turned off.

Lee Hyuk, you bastard!

"Gada—" the door rang.

When the ghost heard it, he quickly lay down on the bed, pricked up his ears and listened carefully to the next movement.

The door to his bedroom was kept open so that the emissary could get in at a glance.

Sure enough, footsteps approached.

"Ghost?" The messenger looked at the person lying on one side of the bed and called.

"What are you doing?" The ghost replied angrily.

"What's wrong with you? Is your chest hurting again?"

Now the ghost was sure that the messenger had returned. He jumped up from the bed and cried, "A messenger~~~~~~~"

"Hmm... your face... is Li He?" the messenger asked with a smile.

The corner of the ghost's mouth drooped, and he shook his body indiscriminately and said, "Are you still laughing? It's not because of you."

"I can't control it, uh, are you acting like a baby?"

The ghost stopped and looked at the messenger with a displeased expression.

"Come here." The ghost sat on the edge of the bed and called the messenger.

"what?"

"Are you coming here first?"

The messenger curled his lips and approached helplessly.

The ghost stretched out his arms, and said quickly with a cold face, "I want to hug."

The envoy burst into laughter after hearing this, and suddenly wanted to see the ghost suffer, so he slowly shook his head and said, "No——"

The ghost didn't expect to be rejected, he sullenly grieved, and began to bring out new and old accounts to complain, "You didn't tell a lie last night, did you? You really don't like me. It's all my misunderstanding. You just Want to rent my house, the relationship between us has always been a pure landlord and tenant!"

The envoy was stunned for a moment, which one is this?How come there are more dramas than him as a psychopath.

“我的命也太苦了，爱上一个不爱我的人先不说，和这个人都同居了还是追不上，就算以后追上了，天天看着也不能亲近，因为会挨揍， I don’t give hugs when I’m injured. I’ve worked hard for more than 900 years, and it’s so difficult to fall in love. I think I’d better turn into weather and turn into rain and leave.” When the ghost talked about the pain, he looked like he was about to cry. He turned over, lay on the bed, buried his head in the pillow, and got up whimpering.

The messenger felt another headache besides personality transformation.

"Hello." The messenger patted the ghost on the shoulder.

"Don't touch my lord." The ghost twisted its body to resist.

"Oh, then I'm leaving."

"Hey, you!" The ghost quickly turned over again and grabbed the messenger's hand.

The ghost is like a stubborn child, grabbing the person he likes the most and not letting him leave. His hands are exerting force, his jaw line is also tense, and his eyes are fixed on the messenger, as if he is really afraid that he will go away.

The envoy was burned by the stubborn enthusiasm in the ghost's eyes, and he looked away.

"Ashi..." the ghost stared at the messenger and murmured.

The messenger is so shy, his cheeks turned pink again after taking a second look, and his peach-shaped lips were so tender and magnified in the ghost's eyes.

The messenger was wearing a light-colored furry sweater, with fluffy hair, and the whole person looked like a small furry animal with bright eyes.

The ghost’s room is not as simple as the messenger’s style, but like the whole house, it has a retro style. At this time, the sun shines in through the arched window on the top, sprinkles on the messenger, and his watery eyes complement each other , dyed his lips more fresh and attractive.

The ghost couldn't hold back for a while, he was lying on his stomach, but suddenly jumped up, and kissed the messenger on the lips with lightning speed.

Just touched it lightly.

But fully felt...

The messenger's lips are so soft... When touched, the ghost's heart softened instantly, like a cup of instant coffee melted in warm water.

The ghost looked at the messenger with spring in his eyes.

It's about to die, it's about to fly to the top of the clouds, it's about to pass out happily.

The messenger was suddenly stunned by the surprise attack by the ghost. He closed his eyes subconsciously, and when he opened them again, he just stared at the ghost in a daze.

It was the ghost who spoke first, and he articulately said, "Ashi, I can confirm that kissing you will be addictive..."

Only then did the messenger react. He touched his lower lip with his finger, still unable to believe that he was secretly kissed just now.

Then the messenger broke free from the ghost's hand and escaped.

In a panic, he slammed his knee against the door frame, but he didn't stop.

The ghost feels painful just looking at it, and it seems that it's time for him to play a role again.

The ghost did not chase out immediately.

He also touched his lips, reminiscing about the superficial kiss just now.

... really kiss TAT

No, I still want to kiss.

Ahhh what should I do!

The ghost suppressed his excitement and rolled on the bed.

☆, 22

As soon as the ghost went out, he saw the messenger grabbing his leather coat and hat and preparing to run out.

"An envoy?"

The messenger's footsteps slowed down, but he didn't stop. He turned his back to the ghost and said, "I'm going to work," and hurried away.

"I'll see you off."

"No need." The envoy didn't wear a uniform at all, and when he put on his hat, he turned into black smoke and disappeared.

The ghost was overjoyed at the strange mix of sweater and top hat.

After the envoy walked for a long time, the ghost's mouth hadn't closed yet, and it just kept smirking like this.

He hasn't been this happy for a long time, so long...he really thought it was a matter of his last life.

Two teenagers and a girl are playing hide and seek in the garden.

"Brother, don't let us, I will find you wherever you hide."

"Don't talk big, wait and see."

"Brother, where are you? Brother Li, have you found him yet?"

"I saw."

"Where is it?" The girl held the boy's arm and looked left and right.

The boy smiled and pointed to the sky, "On the tree."

He was older than the two children, and playing with them always felt like coaxing children, but Jin Yu had to admit that it was the most carefree and happiest time in his life.

When they were tired from playing, they lay down under the tree and looked at the sky through the gaps in the leaves.

Even the soil is fragrant.

"Li'er."

"Ok?"

"do not move."

"what happened?"

"You've got a worm on you."

"Ah!" The boy jumped up.

"Hahahaha, Brother Li is afraid of bugs." The girl laughed.

Jin Ling also laughed with the girl, and the young man looked slightly embarrassed at the cricket in Jin Ling's hand, but in a blink of an eye he also laughed together with the two brothers and sisters, his beautiful almond eyes narrowed.

Later, Jin Yu became a ghost, which was very strange. At that moment, he didn't feel pain, and his whole body was very peaceful. He looked at the blue sky, as if he had returned to the time when they were laughing and playing together. He smelled the smell of soil and listened. To the laughter of the three of them.

Probably when a person is about to die or is reborn, the time he most wants to return to always appears in front of his eyes.

Jin Ling looked up and felt tears running down his cheeks, it was the last tear in his life.

After that, Jin Ling seldom recalled the past.

Those rotten memories that he didn't want.

At this moment, those images flashed in his mind again.

Gold did not drive them away, maybe happy moments are all similar.

He suddenly wanted to lie directly on the ground, and then transformed into a green grassland, Shan'er and her favorite flowers, and... his envoy.

The messenger hastily changed his clothes in the tea room.

After the Evil Ghost Gang subsided, his work became a little easier. Today, there is only one dead soul who needs to be extradited.

He doesn't reject work, and he never complains why he became a hell messenger.

If you make a mistake, you will be punished. He has accepted this from the beginning.

It's just that this punishment is really too heavy. It's a very sad thing to witness the death of others. They don't have any professional pride in this line of work.

When the messenger got dressed and put on his hat, he thought of ghosts.

He has lived with the imprint of death for so long, and he has no chance of reincarnation, so he has no choice but to live. He must be in more pain than himself.

When the messenger thought of ghosts, he thought of that kiss.

He pursed his lips, feeling his ears start to burn again.

The envoy gathered himself together and started his day's work.

The messenger let out a sigh of relief as he watched the souls of the dead walk towards the ladder.

Everyone who came to him couldn't help but tell him that they were just trying to make the memory stick before their tea.

The envoy seldom refuses their requests. He has obtained the memories of too many people, but he does not have his own.

He put the teacup on the huge Bogu rack, cleaned it up, and got off work.

As soon as he left the tea room, someone called him.

"Emissary!"

The envoy followed the reputation and found that it was a ghost.

He was standing in front of the white SUV, wearing a pair of stylish black super, grinning and beckoning to himself.

Even though the exposed hands and face can feel cool, the shadow on the ground is very dark, which means that the sun is very good.

The weather is so good, it must have something to do with this proud guy.

Can't make it through.

The messenger rolled his eyes and hesitated for a while.

In the process of tangling, the ghost has already come over, stopped in front of him, and asked him, "Where is the next stop, I will take you."

"I got off work."

The ghost said happily, "Is it so early today?"

"Hmm..." The messenger deliberately avoided the sight of the ghost.

"Then, I... let's go home."

"Oh."

The messenger followed the ghost to the side of the car and asked, "Why are you driving today without using any door?"

"I just want to fall in love like a human being. I will send you to work and pick you up from get off work. You ran too fast just now, or you could have taken a special car."

Both of them knew the reason. After hearing this, the emissary felt that he should give a reasonable explanation to save his face. "For the first time, you need to get used to it."

After hearing this, the ghost stared at the messenger for two seconds before laughing, "You're serious about being cute."

The envoy was troubled, "Hey, it will be fine after you get used to it."

The ghost's eyes lit up, "Huh? Huh."

Then, the ghost turned sideways to fasten the seat belt for the messenger.

The Messenger said, "I will do it myself."

But the ghost still buckled the messenger.

The messenger put his hand on the car seat and leaned back, trying to keep away from the ghost that was unconsciously rubbing against him.

As a result, when the ghost turned around, it left a hickey on his face again.

"What to hide, whoever said that it's fine if you get used to it."

The messenger's face turned red, "..."

When the car passed by the supermarket, the ghost said, "There seems to be nothing to eat at home."

The envoy kept looking out of the window and continued, "Then buy it."

"Okay." The ghost glanced at the messenger, smiled, turned around, and entered the parking lot of the supermarket.

The two bought beer, yogurt, vegetables, meat and various snacks that the messenger liked.

When the ghost led the messenger's hand through the door, he saw a person sitting on a wooden bench at the door, drinking yogurt.

When the messenger saw Dehua, he was anxious to get rid of the ghost, but the ghost refused to let him go, and he would not let go.

Dehua's eyes moved from their hands to their faces and then back to their hands. He asked, "Uncles, have you started?"

"Start what?"

Dehua pulled the corner of his mouth and sneered, "Dog abuse, ha ha."

The ghost winked and raised his eyebrows, "yes."

The messenger smiled helplessly but obediently.

After lunch, the ghost tried to drive De Hua away with "Your cute uncle is going to bed".

However, Dehua was allowed to stay on the grounds that "I can sleep in your room and let you sleep together".

So when the ghost appeared in the messenger's room holding a pillow, the messenger who was looking at the notebook: "?"

"Dehua is going to rest here, I have no place to sleep."

"Don't you even take a nap?"

"Starting today, I want to be like you, and my life will become more regular."

"There." The messenger pointed to the sofa by the window.

The ghost shook his head and said, "No, it's too hard there, making it uncomfortable to sleep on."

The messenger propped his head on one hand and looked at the ghost, "Then I'll go to the teahouse."

"...I'd better sleep on the sofa."

The ghost lay down and looked sideways at the messenger, "Aren't you going to sleep?"

"a while."

"Wake up and call me."

"understood."

The messenger reopened his and Li Hyuk's notebooks.

"Li Hyuk, why did you cry when you saw a ghost a month ago?"

Li He actually gave an answer to this question.

"×"

The red "fork".

The messenger seemed to realize that he had done a question with the shortest answer wrong, and was denied by the teacher.

This is not the first time he answered like this, when he asked Li Hyuk, do you remember?Lee Hyuk's answer was the same.

What does it mean?Is Lee Hyuk denying what he did...

The messenger could only think of this possibility.

At this time, the sound of even breathing came from behind.

The ghost turned to face him and fell asleep.

The messenger put the notebook in the drawer, then walked up to the ghost, bent down, put his hands on his knees, and looked at him.

The ghost's face had subsided from the swelling, which should have been a trivial matter to him.

The messenger raised his hand and stretched it towards the ghost's face, but just as he was about to touch him, the messenger thought for a while and put his hand down again.

He went to the ghost room, and Dehua was chatting on the mobile phone, "Ah, cute uncle."

"Is the quilt covered?"

Dehua guessed what he was going to do, and smiled, "No no."

"I took it."

"well."

The messenger carefully covered the ghost with a quilt, and then got into his own bed.

He looked at the ghost, and the line of his lips unconsciously curved into a smile.

The messenger slowly closed his eyes.

I hope that every day in the future will be as peaceful as this moment.

Hope every little thing makes him sweet.

However, the messenger didn't know whom to make a wish to.

☆, General

The envoy's nap time is one hour, and it will automatically wake up at that time.

He fell asleep looking at the ghost on the sofa, and when he woke up, he was still obediently lying on his side.

Hey, where are the ghosts?

Said to wake up and call him, where did he go.

The messenger turned over, but felt a strong gaze.

The ghost climbed onto his bed at some point, lay on the other side of the bed, and looked at him.

"The eyelashes are so long." This was the ghost's first words.

The messenger blinked in unison, but couldn't find a word to respond after blinking.

He could have said, "Why did you get on my bed," but the messenger simply ignored the question.

Recently, he was always being praised in various ways, and the emissary was speechless. That ghost, which was suddenly windy and rainy, was probably his second personality just like Li Hyuk.

The messenger took a long breath, then said with a straight face, "Don't keep praising me, I will be proud."

"Well, you are worthy of being proud of yourself." The ghost said with a serious face no less than that of the messenger.

The messenger let out a long sigh.

"what time is it?"

"02:30."

The messenger was about to stand up and sort out the files, but the ghost stretched out his hand to stop him.

"how?"

"Lie down with me for a while."

The envoy had already sat up. At this moment, he felt that the strength of the ghost's hand was not as strong as usual. He thought of something, and immediately turned his head to look at him.

Sure enough, I didn't notice just now that the ghost's face was no longer as radiant as it was when he went to pick him up. Instead, it was a bleak face with slightly pale lips.

The messenger asked worriedly, "Is your chest hurting again?"

The ghost went to pull the messenger's hand and fell powerlessly on the bed. Looking at the worry in the messenger's eyes, he felt a little relieved, "Yes, do you feel sorry for me?"

The messenger looked at the sword, the blue flames were rushing aggressively towards the ghost's chest, as if they were going to burn him.

Seeing the haggard look of the ghost, the messenger felt very uncomfortable. The ghost was right, he felt distressed, knowing that he was looking for a bride to leave completely, and felt distressed seeing him enduring the inextricable pain alone.

The ghost saw the envoy's brows furrowed, and the expression on his face was anxious and sad. He felt that he was frightened. The ghost tried his best to force a smile and said, "It's okay, I can't die."

Hearing these words, the messenger shook his head at the ghost, closed his eyes, and suddenly burst into tears. The tears fell straight on the ghost's hand, like a drop of scorching candle tears, burning the ghost's hand.

This startled the ghost, "Li He?"

"No." The messenger's nose was a little sour, and he lowered his head.

When the ghost heard the answer, he immediately sat up and hugged the messenger, "It's really fine, don't worry, I just want you to accompany me."

The messenger was surrounded by ghosts and did not speak for a long time.

The goblin heard him sniff.

The ghost held the messenger's shoulder and said with a smile, "Did you cry so much before, um, little crying bag?"

The messenger turned his face away and didn't look at him. He seemed dissatisfied with the title, or maybe he was embarrassed because he cried many times in front of the ghosts. He said unhappily, "If you don't feel hurt, go out."

The ghost smiled, and reached out to wipe away the tears from the corners of the messenger's eyes. The messenger tried to hide, but failed.

"Ashi, last night I said I would tell you my story, do you want to hear it?"

The messenger looked at the ghost, but turned his head and said, "I don't want to."

The ghost laughed again.

He lay down first, and then pulled the emissary to join him. The emissary shook his body symbolically, and finally lay down next to the ghost.

"I used to be a great general. *Back then, you wouldn't even be qualified to talk to me."

The messenger rolled his eyes and said, "*you don't know who I am."

"Is it possible that you can still be the emperor?"

"That's impossible to say."

The ghost was startled, then snorted and said in a deep voice, "I hope not."

The messenger heard the sadness in the ghost's tone, and thought of his deduction when he first saw the ghost's sword.

——This sword is the cause of death for ghosts.

Pierced in the front, right in his face.

Either he had no resistance at the time, or he gave up resistance.

The messenger suddenly understood that the only one who could kill him was his king, except his enemies.

"Could it be..." He turned his head to look at the ghost, his eyes full of shock.

"Have you thought about it, if I really deserved to die, I'm afraid I have gone through several reincarnations by now, maybe you are the one who extradited me."

The messenger felt deep sadness from the affirmative words of the ghost, and his heart was also full of desolation. He asked, "Why..."

The ghost also turned his head, and the eyes of the two met. He looked into the eyes of the messenger and replied, "Wang Ming."

When the ghost's words fell to the ground, the emissary suddenly felt a sharp dull pain in his chest. He covered his chest, opened his eyes wide, his body tightened suddenly, and his head moved a little closer to the ghost.

Seeing the messenger's sudden symptoms, the ghost knelt on the bed, stroked his back, and said in panic, "Ashi, Ashi, what's wrong with you? Don't be afraid, I'm here."

He comforted the messenger while observing his reaction.

The messenger bowed his body and grabbed the clothes on his chest with his hands to relieve the pain.

That's it, the pain that hits the chest like a stone hammer is what ghosts bear.

"I'm fine..." The messenger felt much better, he slowly raised his head and said, "It's not Li He."

"What's going on?" Seeing that the messenger was uncomfortable, the ghost forgot the fact that he was suffering from pain, and just stared at the messenger with concern.

"I don't know, maybe telepathy?" The messenger said something that could reassure the ghost.

"No, this kind of telepathy is not allowed."

The messenger smiled and said, "Your king will also become a hell messenger."

"Him?" The ghost smiled sadly, and then snorted coldly, "He should have turned into an evil ghost, maybe he is the leader of the evil ghost gang, and you have eliminated him."

The envoy was taken by the coldness in the ghost's words, thinking of his past experience and the suffering he is suffering now, presumably the ghost has hated his king deeply. The hatred for thousands of years is shocking, but it is logical.

The messenger followed him, "It's also possible."

The ghost continued, "My charge is treason."

The ghost doesn't want to mention the past. Although the wound on his heart has scabbed over, it will bleed again every time he mentions it, but he wants the messenger to know the truth and make him a clear person in the messenger's heart.

The envoy looked at the resolute face of the ghost and imagined his figure galloping on the battlefield. He couldn't help holding the ghost's hand. Now he can be sure that the callus on the ghost's hand is caused by holding the sword all the year round.

The messenger felt that the temperature of the ghost's hand was almost the same as his own.

"Actually...you don't need to tell me these things." The envoy couldn't bear to let him say any more.

The ghost smiled wryly, and said, "If I knew it was like this, I might as well have done the opposite." Having said this, the ghost felt that his throat was extremely dry, and even his eyes were astringent.

The entire Jin family was destroyed because of his "crime".

And his beloved Shaner.

It was only because of that person's mistake!

"It's okay, don't talk about it." The messenger took the initiative to hug the ghost.

At this time, the hilt of the sword shook violently, and the ghost frowned in pain.

He nestled in the arms of the envoy, closed his eyes, and quietly enjoyed the caring care of the envoy.

The messenger stroked the ghost's back like comforting a sick child, "I don't have the memory to return you when you say it."

"Ah."

"You told me last time that if the sword disappears, you will disappear too. Is it true?"

"Yes."

"forever?"

"Correct."

The two were lying on the bed, looking at each other, and the ghost's hand was stroking the messenger's hand.

The Messenger said, "This time there is no cloudy sky..."

"Well, because I guess you like sunny days." The ghost raised the corners of his lips when he thought of the emissary who had fallen because of the rain. He turned sideways, stretched out his hand and lovingly scratched the emissary's cheek.

While he was doing this, a miracle happened, the ceiling of the messenger turned into a starry sky, and flowers bloomed everywhere in the room.

"I'll show you a magic trick," said the ghost.

The messenger looked at the room turned into a greenhouse, and was amazed by this magnificent and strange sight.

Peach Blossom Pear Blossom Peony Narcissus Lily...

They seem to be under the fiddling of flower arranging masters, presenting the most beautiful matching method.

The messenger felt a breeze in the room with the windows closed, and the flowers were swaying with the wind.

Not only on the ground, on the cabinets, on the window sills, but even on their beds, there are bright flowers in full bloom.

The light floral fragrance permeated the whole room.

The messenger took out the petals from the quilt. This was a flower he was very familiar with, and it was the mark Li He had stabbed on his neck.

"Peony is my sister's favorite flower."

"The flower on the back of my neck?" The emissary felt amazing about this fate, but something seemed wrong, "You...how did you see it?"

Ghost laughs, not only the neck, I've seen all of you.

But he didn't answer, he moved his face closer and quickly kissed the messenger's forehead lightly.

The messenger's heart froze, and he closed his eyes resignedly.

"Uncle, cute uncle! Who will cook...dinner tonight..." A certain brat who was always ignored and wanted to prove his existence broke in at this moment.

The ghost's rhythm was interrupted, and he almost didn't come up in one breath.

"You! You didn't even knock on the door this time!" The ghost jumped up from the bed and rushed towards Dehua with his fists raised.

"Ahhhh Sao Rui, uncles, I knew you were awake when I saw that the flowers in your bedroom were gone, but I didn't know you were...in ahhh, I was wrong!"

The ghost drove Dehua away aggressively and closed the door.

The messenger sat up, watched the ghost drive Dehua away, and smiled cheerfully.

"General, what is your name?"

"Golden."

"Golden..." the envoy read it once, then raised his eyes gently, and said, "*It's very cool."

The author has something to say: In the play, messengers and ghosts have similarities, so they can fight each other. They also have a tacit understanding to go to the "app store" when they start learning mobile phones.This article reduces the similarity between the messenger and the ghost, and retains the cuteness of the messenger seeing Sunny to a greater extent, because the person the messenger likes is a ghost (^o^)/~

As for their similarities, they are shown in the image of Li Hyuk in the article, I don't know if you have gotten it.

They said love before the truth, which was the biggest dessert.

☆, under the tranquility

Time passed quietly.

Sure enough, the life of the ghost messenger became more regular.

The ghost does not have to follow the messenger secretly, but stays openly beside him, but at the request of the messenger, he can only watch him work from the side.

Therefore, on the benches, cafes, bars, and overpasses in this city, there are often traces of a man with a handsome face and elegant manners like an aristocrat. He is always alone and does not talk to others after staying in one place. Talking, just looking in one direction, occasionally showing a mischievous smile, or shouting a word into the air.

His temperament began to soften, he no longer complained to God, and his attitude towards humans and other hell messengers was much more kind.

The ghost will not admit how irritable he was before, and the person who can clearly feel the amazing changes before and after the ghost met the messenger is a child named Dehua who is not very discerning. These days, the number of days he can go out to play has increased significantly.

"Uncles."

The ghost and the messenger, who were preparing dinner, looked up at the same time with a tacit understanding.

"Crack-"

"What are you doing?" asked the ghost.

"Wow, Uncle, are you so quick to react? You actually smiled at the camera and asked me what I was doing. My cute uncle is really cute, so amazing, you don't even need to paint your lips."

"Hey, send it to me." Ghost asked, this is the first photo of him and the messenger.

"no problem."

"What are you taking pictures for?" the envoy asked while sprinkling seasoning on the tofu.

"Inspired by your deeds, I found a girlfriend years ago." Dehua replied.

……

In the evening, the envoy finished washing the dishes, put on his glasses and began to write the case file.

When the ghost was allowed to enter the messenger's room to work with him, when he saw him wearing glasses for the first time, he asked with concern, "What's wrong with your eyes?"

As a result, the envoy said, "It's nothing, just wearing glasses will make you look more educated."

The ghost was stunned when he heard the answer, then rolled onto the bed and laughed.

The messenger wondered, "Isn't it?"

The ghost finally stopped laughing, "Whether you have knowledge or not, I am only sure of one thing now, after you put on the glasses..."

"Ok?"

"More. Desire."

The messenger raised his forehead.

"Do you need me to do anything?" The ghost asked standing behind the messenger.

"Help me check this material, wait a moment, I'll look for it."

The messenger's hand stretched out to the storage cabinet, and the ghost's eyes followed his hand, only to find a ring in the empty cabinet on the first floor.

The ghost took it and looked at it, and his face suddenly became serious.

"Oh, that's the ring that Li Hyuk took a fancy to last time, but I came out when he was holding the ring, so I bought it."

The messenger intercepted part of the content of that day and told it to the ghost.

The ghost asked, "Is Li He fancy?"

"Hmm... what's wrong?" The emissary felt that the ghost's expression was unusual, not like what it should be like when seeing this ring for the first time.

The ghost looked at the jade ring carefully again, the pure emerald green color and the exquisite cherry blossom pattern, which Jin Shan had described to him in detail, and then the ghost said with certainty, "This ring... belongs to Shaner!"

Shan'er is Jin Yu's younger sister, and the messenger knows that she is that person's concubine.

That person——Jin Yu didn't or didn't want to mention his name.

"How is it possible? This is only ten yuan, and things in the palace won't be like this..."

"No, Ashi, this is real!" The ghost said anxiously, "Where did you buy it?"

"Flyover." The messenger replied obediently, but at the same time, his heart had become restless. The owner of the ring, he already knew who it was through the touch of his hand!

Sunny!

"I'll go and have a look." The ghost said and was about to go out.

"She's just an ordinary old lady."

"Shan'er can be reincarnated as anyone."

"But there will be no one there at night!" the messenger persuaded behind the ghost.

Because of the discipline of hell, the messenger cannot tell others what he saw, so he can only persuade ghosts.

But seeing the anxious look of the ghost looking for his sister, the messenger also suffered in his heart.

The ghost stopped.

"That's right, even if I find the seller, I can't be sure if it's Shan'er."

"Actually..." the emissary whispered, he couldn't help but tell the ghost the truth, but Li Hyuk's inexplicable tears when he met Sunny that day and the possible relationship between Jin Yu and Sunny just now made the emissary's heart completely confused.

The coincidence of these events was strange, the emissary didn't think much of it before, but thinking about it now, he seemed to be trapped in a huge vortex.

He discovered that this cherry blossom ring connected Li Hyuk, Sunny, and Jin Dian together, to be precise, it connected him with the Jin Dian brothers and sisters.

The envoy suddenly felt a little panic, a kind of panic that he couldn't express, but he could really feel like a mountain pressing down on the top!

A sense of suffocation spread in the room.

"Actually what?" the ghost asked casually.

"I... I'm sleepy." The messenger lied.

"Don't you write the case file?" The ghost also didn't hear the messenger's lie because he had something on his mind.

"I won't write anymore. I went very early that day, so you should go to bed too, and go early tomorrow."

"Okay, then... good night."

"Good night."

The ghost walked out of the room, and the messenger pressed the chest that was suddenly painful.

what--

He couldn't make a sound, and couldn't let the ghost notice the slightest difference.

But it was too painful, not only that, even the head started to thud, the temples were thumping, like a train whizzing past in the head.

Bang-dang-dang-dang-

"Brother... don't be sad..." the messenger looked at the door sadly, and said to the ghost who had gone away!

Tears fell again without warning.

Then, "he" grabbed his chest and put his face on the table, and darkness struck for a moment.

The ghost took out the ring.

He lay on the bed, holding the ring in front of his eyes.

Little by little memories are like rain falling from the sky, falling tick tock, without turning back.

The girl was dressed in white, bright and charming, smiling at Yan Yan, "Brother, look, this is the ring that Brother Li gave me, but actually my favorite flower is peony, he should know."

"Don't say such things." Jin Yu advised.

The girl curled her lips and said unwillingly, "Brother, you are the only one with more rules."

No matter how many rules you follow, you can't beat an imperial decree.

No matter how sincere the heart is, it can't be worth the tens of thousands of mountains and rivers between them.

The ghost held the jade ring tightly in his hand, as if he wanted to crush the lingering haze.

Tonight, it's raining again.

There are two more sentences in the messenger's notebook.

"Li Hyuk, do you recognize the cherry blossom ring?"

"Why do you have peony tattooed on your body?"

The messenger's mind was still in turmoil.

He pulled the quilt up to his eyes