domineering man

Yin Su sometimes wondered why Zhao Qian never asked his identity.

In the past, he could understand that because too many things happened, Zhao Qian didn't feel safe and didn't dare to ask, but he has been by Zhao Qian's side for more than ten years.

Whether it is eggplant in spring, watermelon in summer, or Chinese cabbage in autumn, the radish in winter has been harvested for several rounds.

Zhao Qian still didn't ask anything.

It wasn't until one day that he opened the bedside table, intending to review the book that Zhao Qian gave him back then, that he suddenly realized.

I saw that what should have been "My Underground Love with the Gold Master" was replaced with "Strange Stories from a Liaozhai Studio", and alongside it were "Little Tales from a Liaozhai Studio", "Strange Stories from a Liaozhai Studio", and "My Peerless Love with a Fox Spirit" .

Seeing that the corners of those books have turned yellow, it is obvious that they have been read several times.

No wonder, for a long time, Zhao Qian didn't pester him at night, but urged him to go to bed early.

It turned out that Zhao Qian was secretly reading under the blanket in the middle of the night!

He thought it was funny to think of Zhao Qian who was alone under the quilt and read a book with the light on his mobile phone.

"Baby has eaten..."

"it is good……"

He pretended he didn't find anything, tapped one of the "Little Tales from a Liaozhai Studio", and the cover changed to "Mr. Ghost".

I ran through the general story in my heart, and moved my fingers quickly.

In just a few minutes, all the 20 words had been replaced.

He nodded in satisfaction, and couldn't help but sigh that he still had the potential to be a great writer.

"Baby, what are you doing?"

Hearing the shouts outside, Yin Su hurriedly closed the bedside table.

This has been No. 15 years when he accompanied Zhao Qian.

The sunny young man at the beginning has turned into a middle-aged man who is a bit wordy but also loves to act like a baby.

He opened the door, and sure enough, he saw Zhao Qianzheng looking at him with some displeasure.

"The food is getting cold..."

"Here we come..."

He chuckled, but suddenly found that Zhao Qian's temples were turning white.

Zhao Qian noticed his gaze, touched his temples with his hands, and said with a smile: "I didn't notice it before, but today I woke up and looked in the mirror and found that I already have white hair."

His eyes were still soft, and he gave Zhao Qian a kiss as usual.

"It's still pretty..."

Zhao Qian glanced at him with some embarrassment, poked his rice grains and said, "They are all 40 years old, so there is no such thing as good or bad, but you, for so many years, have not changed much."

It was still the same as before, the tall, beautiful, long-haired man with a very white face.

Yin Su's eyes moved slightly, and he suddenly said, "You will be 41 in a few days."

Zhao Qian responded, "Yes..."

Yin Su said nothing more, but bowed his head to eat.

On the contrary, Zhao Qian became unhappy.

"You just asked one question and it was gone?"

Shouldn't we feel the ruthlessness of the years and the touch of the two people who have always been in love with each other?

Yin Su raised his head and looked at him blankly.

"Should I say anything else?"

Zhao Qian slapped the chopsticks on the table and looked at him with an expression that you don't care about me at all.

Yin Su lowered his eyes, and said calmly, "Are you in menopause?"

This sentence was like igniting the bag in Zhao Qian's heart, making him stand up immediately, and pointing at Yin Su sadly.

"You... you... pissed me off!"

Zhao Qian couldn't bear to speak harshly to him. He talked about you for a long time, but in the end he sat on the sofa with his head turned and was so angry that he didn't even eat.

Yin Su looked at him awkwardly, with a smile in his eyes.

Zhao Qian is still very concerned about his age.

Thinking about it, the smile on his mouth disappeared and turned into a meaningful one.

At night, the person who had quarreled with him unilaterally moved to his side again.

"Honey, we don't fight."

He looked at Zhao Qian and finally couldn't help laughing out loud.

"No quarrel..."

He hugged the man into his arms and let him sit on his lap facing each other.

Zhao Qian, who is 40 years old, is already a little ashamed of such an ambiguous posture.

He struggled a bit, but was held tightly by Yin Su's waist.

Yin Su's expression was normal, and he gave him a comforting kiss. This light warmth made Zhao Qian feel at ease.

He lowered his head and looked at his still beautiful and young lover seriously.

That's great, you're still the same as before.

He rubbed against Yin Su, buried his face in his chest, and said aggrievedly: "You are not allowed to call me old anymore."

Yin Su looked at the soft and obedient person in his arms, and said with a smile: "Then what will happen if I say so."

"Then I won't make hoofs for you!"

He pretended to sigh regretfully, followed Zhao Qian's intention, and said with compromise: "Okay, you win."

Zhao Qian laughed, not letting Yin Su see the bitterness he was hiding.

On Zhao Qian's 41st birthday, he got off work early and planned to take Yinsu out for dinner, but he couldn't find anyone.

He turned around in a hurry, the sense of panic more than ten years ago instantly made his hands and feet cold.

The despair at that time seems to be still vivid in my mind.

His legs went limp and he found it difficult to breathe.

"Zhao Qian..."

A voice came from behind, and Zhao Qian's heart settled down. He turned his head slowly, but the moment he saw the person, his heart was clenched so tightly that he couldn't breathe.

The fair and delicate skin has fine lines, and the long silver hair is black and white, but the eyes are still bright and indifferent, but the traces of the years have already been reflected on that beautiful person's face.

Yin Su walked towards him in the afterglow of the setting sun.

The ring-wearing hands clasped together, making a crisp crashing sound.

He heard Yin Su say: "Hi Zhao Qian, 41, I am Yin Su, 42 years old."

His heart was hit firmly, he sniffed and said, "What are you doing?"

Yin Su kissed him and said with a smile: "Look, I am just like you, so don't be afraid, I will always be with you."

Zhao Qian put his arms around Yin Su's neck on tiptoe, bit his neck while whimpering, and hiccupped hard.

He patted Zhao Qian on the back and said in a low voice, "Don't cry, your heart will melt with your crying."

Zhao Qian choked up a bit, his voice was stuffy and nasal.

"Will you always grow old with me?"

"Will do……"

"Keep your word……"

"must……"

He met Zhao Qian when he was 25 years old, and he left briefly in the middle. Besides, as Zhao Qian's shadow, he stayed with him until he was 41 years old.

As a person who shouldn't exist in this world, he occupies all the time except Zhao Qian's youth.

In the future, he will continue to accompany him.

"It's getting dark, are you going to sleep?"

Hearing Zhao Qian's choked voice, he patted his waist dumbfounded.

"Calm down..."

Unexpectedly, this sentence touched Zhao Qian's sensitive and fragile nerves again.

"Do you think I can't do it!"

He smiled and said, "Can you do it?"

"Let's go, regardless of who is superior, and no one should go out tomorrow!"

He obediently let Zhao Qian drag him away.

I am amused by this childish competition.

However, the next day, Yinsu got up early and Zhao Qian lay down until dusk, ending the long-established victory or defeat.

This is the No.20 five years when he was with Zhao Qian.

Zhao Qian's health went from bad to worse, and he had suspended all work a long time ago.

Now, he only gets out of bed for a few hours a day.

The rest of the time, he was in a coma.

Yin Su began to stay by the bed every day and night, taking care of everything about him.

Zhao Qian struggled to open his hazy eyes, and looked seriously at the person who had been with him for most of his life.

"baby……"

Yin Su looked at him, bent down to listen to him.

"I don't want you to grow old with me, I want to see you young."

These years, Yin Su really did what he said at the time, Zhao Qian was one year older, and he would be one year older.

So at this time, his face was already full of traces of years.

"it is good……"

He replied softly, but in the blink of an eye, he became as beautiful as Zhao Qian had seen at the beginning.

Zhao Qian raised his hand slowly, and he lowered his head, cooperatively letting Zhao Qian's hand caress his face.

It's just that Zhao Qian felt the brand on his forehead.

"Faded……"

The mark that still oozes blood at the beginning, now only a faint trace remains.

Yin Su's expression was peaceful, and he no longer cared about the alien marks on his body.

He knew, and so did Zhao Qian, that he was dying.

"Sorry……"

he whispered.

Originally, Zhao Qian should have lived to his octogenarian age safely and smoothly, but because of his change, his life came to an end when he bet on cars with Zhao Wenhua at the age of 26.

And he forcibly kept Zhao Qian.

Fortunately, for the remaining 20 years or so, Zhao Qian has come a long way.

Zhao Qian shook his head and said in a low voice, "That's enough. If I get older, I'm worried that you won't like me."

Because of his words, Yin Su's mouth curled into a slight smile.

"No, have you forgotten, I am one year older than you."

This reminded Zhao Qian of his birthday that year. After such a long time, he always had a question in his mind.

"Why do you have to be one year older than me?"

Obviously, for Yin Su, time is the quicksand in his hands.

Yin Su lowered his head and whispered in his ear, "Because as long as I am one year older than you, I will grow old faster than you and die after you."

But it won't make you feel burdened.

Zhao Qian, who is in his 50s, suddenly smiled like a child, bright and brilliant, and a tear flowed from his eyes that were about to close.

He grabbed Yin Su's hand and said softly, "Honey, don't live too long, I'm afraid you will be sad."

He doesn't like to wait, that kind of process is too painful, so he doesn't want Yinsu to stagnate in the pain of keeping him away in the long river of time.

"it is good……"

With a gentle sigh, Zhao Qian sent away the last second of his stay in this world.

Yin Su looked at the dead man.

Obviously, he had expected this day a long time ago and was ready for it.

But when a living person suddenly died in front of him, the feeling that his whole heart seemed to be empty still made him feel a great sadness.

He lowered his head and placed a kiss on Zhao Qian's forehead.

"Zhao Qian, I love you."

A tear dripped from the eye.

The brand mark between the eyebrows completely disappeared.

His last sin of lovelessness was washed away and he was truly free.

It turned out that the alien world should not exist and should not imprison him, so Heaven gave him a chance to be free.

And those ghosts who escaped from other worlds are the ordeals that other time and space are about to experience.

As he once said.

As long as it exists in this world, there will be endless practice.

His story is briefly over.

The story of other time and space has just begun.

Zhao Qian opened his eyes and looked at everything in front of him, a strange and empty place.

He walked forward blankly, as if he would never find an end.

"Zhao Qian..."

A man with white hair reaching his waist, gray eyes and red lips approached him.

Zhao Qian's heart pounded, and he ran forward with all his strength.

Yin Su hugged the person who threw himself into his arms, with crooked eyebrows and a slight smile on the corner of his mouth.

Zhao Qian rubbed his neck affectionately.

After a long time, he asked, "Honey, are you a fairy or a ghost?"

He bowed his head and said with a smile, "I am not a fairy, nor a ghost, but a god."

After a long time.

A fantasy pure love novel "Mr. Ghost" was born out of nowhere. There is no author, and the publication address cannot be found, but it suddenly began to spread on the Internet. It is said that an unknown gentleman found this on his bedside table. book and upload it to the web.

Some netizens tried to search the ip address to find the address of the gentleman. When they went there, they found that it was a very luxurious villa, but there were potholes dug in front of the villa, and a lot of crops could be vaguely seen on it.

After inquiring, I learned that the owner here had passed away a long time ago.

Netizens felt that it was a bit mysterious, and they dared not investigate further. No one knew about the origin of "Mr. Ghost".

There are only discussions about this book left on the Internet.