After marrying evil, I can't leave

Zhou Wu cried so loudly that he couldn't help but shed tears.There is a sea of ​​stars and stars in front of my eyes, like a piece of seaweed swaying in the wind in the majestic waves.

Occasionally climbs onto a parasite, but shakes along with it.

It seems that there is still the smell of hot pot outside, full of the atmosphere of life, which makes people feel peaceful.

The seaweed is washed by the brackish seawater upwelling and falls again into the deep sea.

The huge black shadow is like some kind of ancient behemoth, which is printed by the wall lamp and projected on the wall, giving people a strong sense of oppression.

Forbearance and restraint made that handsome face slightly distorted, and he closed his eyes tightly.

The wide almond eyes stared blankly at the face covered by the long hair, and gently squeezed the sweat that was about to drip from his temples to his fingers with his fingertips.

He said something intermittently, and he himself forgot.

He seemed to ask: Do ghosts sweat?

Then he was dumbfounded by his own question, and the moment he laughed, he gasped with a 'hiss', like a fool.

The curtains were not drawn tightly, and the colorful neon lights outside the Internet cafe that hadn't been completed came in brightly, and the inside of the room was covered with a layer of heavy metal color.

The silhouette is dyed with a hazy color, and the lines of the body are rendered with a clear arc of light and shadow, raised.

The back molars hurt a little bit, Zhou Wu closed his eyes and let the cold sea water scratch his face wantonly.

There was an illusion that his bones and thoughts were shattered, and Zhou Wu sank into this illusion. With the sound of cold breathing, he slowly sank into the deep sea.

It was as if he was floating on the deep sea, from fluttering to relaxing, the whole body lost buoyancy, and sank into the deep sea little by little.

It sank deeper and deeper, and it seemed that he could hardly see himself in the vast and endless deep sea.

Just like that, he fell into the deep sea of ​​death little by little.

Until a voice shouted in his ear: "Take a breath, Zhou Wu."

Zhou Wucai suddenly opened his eyes from the dark and deep sea, and the voice pulled him out of the dark space, and he floated to the surface of the sea in an instant, gasping for breath.

He almost forgot to breathe just now.

The feeling of being immersed in it made Zhou Wu palpitate.

In that immersion, he thought of his lonely self and Bailiqi who welded his life with each other.

He was forcibly pulled out by the opponent.

Pulled out of the tight self-enclosed life, and then become two people.

Originally there was only one stick figure standing alone on his canvas, but now there are two, two little stick figures holding hands.

He can confide to another person in the future, what I want, what I want to do, I miss you, it’s cold, it’s hot, I’m hungry...

The crying this time was not just because of the pain, but was mixed with countless emotions.

"call----"

Zhou Wu took a long breath.

In just such a short while, the pure cotton fabric was soaked in sweat.

Just like a fish that has been caught, it has breath, but in order to breathe, it has to work hard to absorb air.

Zhou Wu raised his arm with the remaining strength, and hit the cold side of his face hard.

But the remaining strength is like a cat sticking out its tongue to groom another cat, only to let the black hair shake a bit, and be caught by that palm.

Zhou Wu was so annoyed by the strength of his soft hand that he was grabbed before he could hit him.

This makes his dignity as a man feel "trampled".

And when he thought of this, he suddenly became sad, and couldn't help feeling sullen.

This ghost is bad...!

With the fluttering strands of hair in front of him, Zhou Wu grabbed what he saw in one mouthful.

He didn't know what he got in his mouth, and he felt that he had bitten his hair. Anyway, he was very angry, so he bit it hard.

But now he doesn't even have the ability to hold things in his mouth, so he let go of his mouth soon, and was sent to the sharpest point where the wind and waves danced the most by the person who made him angry.

In a daze, he seemed to see fireworks outside the window, and an advertisement for competitive games on the screen outside the Internet cafe. The two of them were almost head to head.

With a bang, fireworks exploded on the waves.

The night is reflected into the day, the sea reflects the light, and the waves under the light rush to the beach layer by layer, and the beach is caught in a frenzy of waves.

It wasn't until the countless fireworks slowly stopped that the layers of waves slowly disappeared like ebbing tides.

In the end, there are only shallow ripples in the water rippling on the water surface.

"I want to go to the Internet cafe..." Zhou Wu endured the moment of trance, obviously he could talk about something else, but suddenly came this sentence, and cried after he finished speaking.

Bailiqi, whose hair stopped shaking, was puzzled for a moment, but soon he understood what it meant.

"Don't go to Internet cafes." It's not an order, it's like a statement.

Let Zhou Wu hold his breath, and he will be so angry that he wants to lift his leg to kick him.

It's a pity that it's hard to sing alone, Zhou Wu unilaterally beat it without pain, and didn't get a response, as if he was beaten in cotton-

The hot water in the bathroom poured down from top to bottom. It is impossible for the husband's house of more than 2000 to have a bathtub. He was leaning against the wall in vain, accepting Bailiqi's care.

The glass door opened suddenly, and the ghost went out. Just as Zhou Wu turned his head to see what he was going to do, he moved in a wooden chair from outside.

The calf was weak, Zhou Wu slowly leaned on it, but soon felt that it was not right, and changed to a leaning action, almost with his arms crossed, and his chin resting on it, a bit like half lying on his stomach.

Zhou Wu sniffed and said, "I want to drink pumpkin porridge tomorrow morning..."

"I still want to eat finger pancakes, and I want to eat grilled sausage..." As he spoke, he shed tears again.

It hurts.

He felt a little paralyzed, as if he had been given anesthesia by the doctor before the operation, and then he was still conscious, watching the doctor put a knife on his body.

The knife cuts the flesh, stirs it in the organs of the body little by little, and then watches as the flesh is stitched up again...

But the anesthetic made him speechless, unable to move, and even found it very difficult to breathe.

"Okay." Bailiqi said.

When the hot water surrounded Zhou Wu, and the dense foam on his body was washed away, Zhou Wu felt that the anesthetic seemed to have receded a little, and he felt a little bit.

Standing up on the stool, he let out an exclamation, and was slipped by the foam under his feet, almost hitting his head on the glass door.

But that can't happen.

He got up quickly and was put on the sofa with a layer of cushions. The hands of the clock on the wall were between eleven and twelve, which was very late.

Zhou Wu wiped away the tears remaining from the corners of his eyes, suddenly feeling empty in his stomach.

After the numbness faded, he felt pain, starting from the waist, going down, dull pain accompanied by soreness.

The tendon that connects the calf to the thigh feels like a strained pain, probably because the arc of stretching is too large, causing it to twitch a bit.

His limp wrist patted the tendon little by little, and soon Bailiqi found out, took his calf wrist bone, and broke it in another direction for him.

Bailiqi: "Is it better?"

"Okay, it's better." Zhou Wu said.

Bailiqi's technique was so good that Zhou Wu even wondered if the other party had been a bone-setting doctor before, and he relieved his cramps in two or three strokes.

He also thought that when he was in the mountains, his calf was cramped, and the other party gave him relief in the same way.

For a while, I felt my ears warm.

Zhou Wu's wet hair was slowly dried under the soft towel and warm hot air.

His hair was dry, and Bailiqi hugged Zhou Wu into his arms. Although Zhou Wu was hungry, but groggy, he thought it would be better to get up and eat tomorrow.

Zhou Wu's breath fell evenly on Bailiqi's side face, listening to the voice on the TV, he slowly fell asleep.

Bailiqi felt very stable in his heart.

From the moment he woke up, he felt an inexplicable force making him manic all the time.

Only when Zhou Wu was beside him, breathing evenly in his ears, would he feel calmed down.

As time passed, he slowly felt a leveling off, and consciousness gradually came under his control.

At this moment, with the soft and warm body in his arms, he seemed to have grasped everything.

Zhou Wu fell into a deep sleep. He folded the other party in his arms into a shape that was convenient for inspection, checked the other party's body, and finally frowned.

He reached out to find the medicine, dipped some, and sent it to the wound.

Zhou Wu frowned in his sleep, muttered something, curled up his toes.

When he woke up the next day, the "numbing medicine" had completely faded away. Zhou Wu could clearly feel the pain in his body.

The dull pain, coming and going, made his eyes go black for a while.

He lay on the bed and refused to get up.

Bailiqi rubbed his hair and said, "Pumpkin porridge."

Zhou Wu raised his voice angrily: "I won't drink anymore..."

Seeing Bailiqi's face, he couldn't help but lower his voice: "I don't want to get up..."

Obviously he took the initiative to try it, but he felt that it was not ideal, and wanted to back away, but was caught by the other party.

This is cheating, this is no spirit of contract...!

It won't be like this all the time, will it?

Zhou Wu began to feel desperate.

Zhou Wu lay on the bed, Baili abandoned to buy ingredients for lunch, took Zhou Wu's card and went out.

Only Zhou Wu was left in the room, and Zhou Wu didn't dare to move around on the bed at all, like a high paraplegic patient, who felt a dull pain that pierced his bone marrow when he turned around a little.

He shouldn't have agreed to try it.

He didn't know where the ghost learned the skills, and it was really good. Before the start, Zhou Wu really felt very comfortable, but when it came to that, Zhou Wu really felt like he had been cut.

With lingering fear in his heart, he got up and walked out a little bit, thinking about something in his heart.

When Bailiqi returned home, Zhou Wu sat upright in front of the sofa, saw him come back, lowered his head and said to him: "Bailiqi, I want to have a good chat with you."

Bailiqi glanced at him, but nodded, and put down the material in his hand.

Zhou Wu watched Bailiqi sit beside him.

"Bailiqi, actually...wasn't it harmonious last night?" Zhou Wu's fingertips circled on the sofa.

"I……"

He didn't continue to speak, because there was an unexpected guest.

There was a knock on the door, and Zhou Wu who was interrupted was puffed up. He was about to speak!

A ghost could not be allowed to open the door, so Zhou Wu had to ask Bailiqi to go to the kitchen first and open the door by himself.

Zhou Wu got up slowly and responded, "I'm here."

Slowly walked to the entrance, opened the door, thought it was the neighbor's aunt, but there was a ghost standing outside the door.

Song Shu.

Zhou Wu felt uncomfortable seeing him, but he couldn't say anything.

He said reluctantly, "Are you looking for Baili?"

Song Shu nodded: "Give him something."

Song Shu was dressed in ordinary clothes, holding a long hanging scroll in his hand. Ever since Zhou Wu knew him, he felt that he was like a human being, not a ghost. He should have grown up earlier than Bailiqi. ghost?

Then why did he know Bailiqi?

Zhou Wu thought about it, took a look inside, Baili abandoned it in the kitchen, and closed the sliding door to prevent the smoke from escaping.

"He's in the kitchen, can I ask you something first."

Song Shu raised his eyebrows: "Well, what's the matter?"

Zhou Wu thought for a while: "You ghosts, why are you getting married in the dark...for?"

When Song Shu heard Zhou Wu's question, his eyes changed for a moment: "Individual differences."

Zhou Wu was made more curious by his answer: "What kind of difference?"

Song Shu said, "What kind of answer do you want to hear?"

Zhou Wu replied: "Of course it is true."

Song Shu became serious and glanced at the room: "Every soul that stays in the human world has different grievances. Not all ghosts have the obsession with 'marriage'."

Zhou Wu was thoughtful: "You mean obsession?"

Song Shu: "Yes."

Zhou Wu asked casually: "What about you, what are your obsessions?"

Song Shu suddenly showed a weird smile, and said nothing. He didn't tell Zhou Wu what would happen after his obsession was achieved.

Zhou Wu was chilled by his appearance, so he stopped asking. He called inside: "Baili, someone is looking for you."

Bailiqi heard the sound and came out from the kitchen.

To Zhou Wu's surprise, Bailiqi didn't seem to have a very friendly relationship with Song Shu, at least his expression didn't look good.

The two talked, Zhou Wu didn't want to eavesdrop, so he went into the house.

After chatting for about 10 minutes, when Bailiqi came in again, there was a long scroll in his hand. Zhou Wu's eyes were glued to it, trying to see through the scroll to see what was inside.

Song Shu stood at the door and made a very formal bow: "General, please contact me again if necessary."

Zhou Wu paused when he heard the word general, and he immediately remembered the painting in the museum.

And the long scroll that Bailiqi brought in looked like a scroll.

After Song Shu closed the door, Bailiqi continued to work in the kitchen, and Zhou Wu, who was sitting in the hall, couldn't help thinking about the painting.

He stood up quickly, forgetting that he was 'severely injured', he let out a "hiss", and walked over slowly in an awkward posture.

When he spread out the painting and saw the expedition map, he felt mixed feelings.

Ah, Bailiqi is thinking about this painting, he must be thinking about the person in the painting.

He actually asked Song Shu to steal the painting back himself, do you want to see things and think about others?

Zhou Wu had never been in a relationship before, so when the sourness came up, his whole body exploded.

A tingling feeling welled up in the limbs, and this feeling suddenly occupied the high ground of the brain.

He was controlled by some kind of sour liquid.

So when Bailiqi came out, he saw Zhou Wu, who was nestled on the sofa just now, standing in front of the painting Song Shu gave him, and said to him tremblingly with red eyes: "Bailiqi, I...I want to be with you." You are divorced!"

Baili Qi didn't change his face, but his voice was very deep, he asked: "What did you say?"

Zhou Wu was frightened by the voice, but she was also very angry, and repeated the sentence weakly: "I...I want a divorce!"

But Zhou Wu turned around and thought, divorce?What kind of divorce, and I don't have a marriage certificate.

"No, it's... breaking up!"

When he finished speaking, he thought of those TV dramas he watched some time ago who would always mention breaking up, and he immediately felt that there was something wrong with him, and immediately gave up.

He subconsciously glanced around, and said in a soft voice, "It's not that I'm going to break up right away..."