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"Brother Nan, are you really okay?" Xiao Liu, a 26-year-old man, squatted beside Wei Nanjun like a pitiful big dog. Thigh number mourning.

"It's okay. Do you want to take off your clothes for a checkup?" Wei Nanjun couldn't stand Xiao Liu's cuteness, and turned his eyes away if he thought it was hot.

Xiao Liu turned to Fang Yisheng gratefully. "Xiao Fang, thank you so much, thank you so much!"

Fang Yisheng sat at the desk, dazed in a daze.

It was only then that Xiao Liu remembered that Wei Nanjun and Fang Yisheng were unhappy because of their quarrel today... Hey, this is really a brother, he even ran up the mountain to find someone when they had a quarrel, but he didn't have the courage to follow, so Xiao Fang ran into the fog Li, Radu couldn't hold back.

"Don't be annoying here, Xiao Fang and I didn't eat anything in the morning, go and buy us something." Wei Nanjun didn't want Xiao Liu to be a light bulb here, so he wanted to send him away.

"Hey, the director said he was going to have a treat at the end of the play, but Lin Guang didn't find it and everyone was in no mood to eat." Xiao Liu stood up and carried his wallet. "No taboos, right? Is there anything in particular you want to eat?"

Wei Nanjun glanced at Fang Yisheng. "Buy something light, if you have porridge, buy porridge."

Xiao Liu answered and opened the door to leave.

The simple room in the hotel is a bit small, and it seems a bit cramped when two big men stay together. Wei Nanjun got up and walked in front of Fang Yisheng. "What are you thinking? You don't even bother to deal with Xiao Liu's questions."

Fang Yisheng lowered his eyelids and was about to shake his head when his chin was lightly pinched by his fingers.The sudden intimacy made him flinch. "Don't touch your hands."

Wei Nanjun smiled. "Then tell me what's on your mind? Missing me?"

Fang Yi moved uncomfortably.

"Really miss me?"

"No." Fang Yisheng subconsciously wanted to get up, but his shoulders were pressed by the man's thick and warm hands, which seemed to be on fire, and his shoulders were scorching hot.

"Then tell me what you're thinking."

Fang Yi pursed his lips. "Think about the old house."

Wei Nanjun raised his eyebrows, and half sat and half leaned on the table, his long legs were lying in front of Fang Yisheng, wrapped in good-quality trousers, and the lines of his legs could be vaguely seen.

Fang Yisheng looked away, and saw the man's rolled up sleeves, his bare lower arm connected to his curvy and sexy wrist, and then his broad and slender hands.

He realized that he didn't know where to look.

As soon as he raised his eyes, he saw the bed. The bed reminded him of the out-of-control debauchery last night. He stood up as if his buttocks had been electrocuted. The cross stood in front of him, which made Fang Yi sound like throwing himself into his arms.

"Where?"

Fang Yisheng blushed.

Wei Nanjun had no choice but to love and hate Fang Yisheng's face that was thinner than paper.This timid cat can only blow hair!If you want to stroke Shun Mao for him, you have to be afraid of scaring him, really...

"Let's go for a walk outside. The house is stuffy. I want to bask in the sun." Wei Nanjun raised his eyes and looked out the window. The sun did come out, and the mountain was clear without any fog, but the coolness of yesterday's heavy rain had not completely dissipated Go, it's a good time for a walk.

As long as Fang Yisheng can leave the room and leave the bed, he doesn't mind where he goes.

Walking in the small alley with a sense of time, the wind blowing brings a transparent sense of flow. Even Wei Nanjun feels that the bad luck on his body has been taken away. He is more energetic, and Fang Yisheng is more relaxed than staying in the room some.

There was no one in the alley, so Wei Nanjun stretched out his hand fearlessly, trying to hold Fang Yisheng's hand.

Unfortunately it was avoided.

Wei Nanjun secretly clicked his tongue.

"I can roughly figure out what's going on in that room." Fang Yi's voice was soft, but also indescribably dull.

"Oh?"

Fang Yisheng didn't say any more, and there was some inexplicable shadow on Qingjun's face.

Wei Nanjun curbed his curiosity at the right time, and walked quietly beside Fang Yisheng.The refreshing sunlight fell into the alley, and the gray-black slate brick wall was a little more glamorous, and the traces left by the heavy rain were almost invisible, only the fern leaves growing in the gaps still carried a little water vapor.

Fang Yisheng looked at the busy road in front of him, and the alley would come to an end no matter what.

There are many old people in this small place. The young and middle-aged people leave their hometowns to struggle, and the old people can't get out. The serious situation of population outflow makes this place even more backward and aging.

Fang Yisheng walked over to an old man squatting at the door smoking a cigarette. "Uncle, I want to ask you something."

The old man didn't seem to expect anyone to talk to him, he was still a young man, he grinned, a little wary, and a little curious. "What's up?"

"I heard that there is a crew here to film a movie?"

"It's not, hey, it's not good to go where to take pictures, but I want to go to that unlucky place." The old man curled his lips, and the cigarette butt fell to the ground with a flick, turning into ashes.

"I read the report and said a lot of things."

"A lot of people died." The old man shook his head, his voice was drawn out, with a bit of disapproval. "That house has been abandoned for so many years, and I don't know why someone wants to live there and film a movie. Hey, it's not too bad luck!"

"Whose house did it belong to? Why is no one living in it? I took a look at it from a distance, and it was a brick house. Back then, I wasn't rich enough to build a brick house."

The old man took a deep breath of cigarettes, the pungent smoke filled his nose, and the old man seemed to see something through the clouds. "I don't know who it is, but I know that there is a couple living together. The son went out to make money and never came back. At first, he wrote a letter to send money, saying that he was married, but the wife and children never came back. Well, the couple looked forward to it day and night, but they didn't look forward to the child back, so they died like this.

People in our town said that those who had the accident were all young people, and the dead ghosts must have left them as children. "

This is in line with Fang Yisheng's guess.Those who can occupy a place for a long time must have big obsessions. The couple's obsession made them wait day and night, but ghosts are confused. They remember waiting for the child, but they don't remember what the child looks like.

So they left people one by one. When the people turned into ghosts, they found that they were not their children, so they found another one.

And the resentment in the hearts of those who were left behind couldn't escape the coercion of the big murderer, so they vented their hatred on those who were targeted.

They took one by one, and with longing and nostalgia for life, they killed one young child after another.

Going back and forth endlessly.

And the child who doesn't go home will never know that his parents are still waiting for him, and he probably won't think of it if he is reincarnated, because many parents of him can no longer wait for their children.

After deliberating the whole story, Fang Yisheng didn't have much emotion, thanked the old man with a smile and turned back to the narrow alley.

Wei Nanjun followed him, guessing the story of the old house in his heart.

"Yi Sheng." He suddenly called out.

The young man stopped and looked back at him.

"What did you see in that house?"

Fang Yisheng turned his head in thought, and finally shrugged his shoulders. "I didn't see anything."

What he sees must be different from what other people see. Ghosts cannot see things other than their own obsessions.

"Is it okay for them to stay there?" Wei Nanjun asked following Fang Yisheng.

"They are in their own territory, and living people walked in by themselves. What is the reason to expel them?" Fang Yisheng asked back.

Wei Nanjun was silent.

"It doesn't make sense to me."

Wei Nanjun couldn't fully agree with his idea, but he was unwilling to refute it either.Walking out of the alley, he raised his head and looked up the mountain. He couldn't see the old house because he was far away, but what existed there didn't exist because he couldn't see it.

They'll keep wandering around...

Wei Nanjun quickened his pace, and regardless of Fang Yisheng's wishes, he grabbed his hand. "I'm afraid, give me a hug."

"..."

In broad daylight, what a nerve!

Fang Yi was out of breath, and shook it vigorously like a snot, but he couldn't shake off the mess sticking to his wrist. "Hello!"

"I have shadows and I'm afraid."

"The sun is out, what are you afraid of!"

"Fear of ghosts has nothing to do with rainy or sunny days and nights. I'm just afraid. Will I lose a piece of your flesh if I hold you!" Wei Nanjun said confidently.

"..."

Wei Nanjun slid down the palm of his hand, from the wrist to the young man's palm, and finally his cunning fingers got into his fingers little by little, and he held the young man's hand with the intimacy he had thought for a long time.

With palms facing each other and fingers intertwined, he smiled with satisfaction.

The afternoon sun began to heat up, and through the bright light, the young man's flushed face looked like a majestic peach blossom blooming in the thick spring.

He thought intimately, it must be hot.

The author has something to say:

When I was about to write the second story, I discussed the ending with two friends, and I was vacillating in two endings. One was to find Wei Nanjun in the mountains, and the two went down the mountain hand in hand, leaving Lin Guang alone in the mountains, in other words, Nanjun. Jun didn't want to save Lin Guang at all, and hoped to create a deep and vague feeling at the end of the whole story.

The second is that Fang Yisheng lost control and tore the old man apart. Of course, this ending may cause the whole story to be out of shape. This one also has artificial respiration, and the evil spirit transformed into Fang Yisheng is forced into the body.

The two of us are hesitating. The atmosphere of the first one will be better, and the second one will be more tense. I consulted with two friends.

Youyi: Vote for the first ending.I don't like bullying the elderly.

Friends [-]: Second, I want to watch artificial respiration, everyone loves artificial respiration!

I only want these two friends to discuss... and the two-headed carriages go their separate ways, what can I do?I had to add two and add one, add and stir, and it became the current version~

It has completely turned into a pure love line, goodbye to the horror and supernatural stories that I really want to write in my heart (waving hands).