am i dead

Ji Yao didn't quite remember how long he had been dead.

I just remember that when I was driving that day, I cried too hard, and when I was looking down to find a piece of paper to wipe my nose, who knew that I bumped into a big truck that was running a yellow light, and I died in the end.

Ji Yao didn't know why he was in this room in the form of a ghost, let alone whose room it was.

But one thing is certain,

This is now a haunted house.

The room is pitch black,

Ji Yao walked around the room with a sullen face.

The house is a small duplex, the bedroom is empty, there is no decoration, there is only a big bed, the window is wide open, and the wind pours in from the outside, blowing the white curtains, like floating ghosts.

Ji Yao walked for a while, and finally lay down in front of a huge full-length mirror, carefully sizing up his appearance behind death.

The man inside was indifferent and handsome, his face was gloomy and gloomy, and the moonlight shone in, glowing pale.

but their lips were scarlet.

It's the same as before death.

It's just that the hair is a bit long, and the curtain of the head almost covers the eyes, and he stretches out his hand to lift it up, revealing a large dark brown scar on the forehead.

Ji Yao lowered his head curtain, thinking that this mansion is very lucky, because it is a handsome ghost like himself staying here, not a female ghost with a hideous face.

Ji Yao will soon have nothing to do

I suddenly remembered hearing old people say that people have long tongues after death, so I stuck out my tongue in front of the mirror.

Not very long.

Ji Yao withdrew his tongue, thinking what if he could pull it out, and then used his hands to pull his tongue down as far as possible.

Sure enough, it was a little longer, but it was far worse than the ghost with a long tongue.

As soon as Ji Yao was cruel, he killed him.

In the silent house, a ghost spit in front of the mirror with a wow sound.

The slender and sticky silver thread hung around his mouth, Ji Yao retched twice, raised his hand to wipe his mouth, and looked down at the mirror again.

A big sticky puddle, as if someone had shot it.

I don't know if humans can see it.

But Ji Yao looked uncomfortable.

Ji Yao planned to find something to wipe it off, otherwise it would be too disgusting.

After wandering upstairs for a long time, he didn't find a roll of paper, so Ji Yao thought about going downstairs, but after only two steps, he had a new idea.

Since being a ghost, you must have some functions that you didn't have before you were alive. I remember that when you were watching movies, ghosts could take off and pass through walls, sparks and lightning along the way, maybe it was real.

Thinking of this, Ji Yao jumped on the ground twice, and found that he really couldn't fly, so he decided to try to see if he could go through the wall.

When the clock pointed to eight o'clock in the evening, there was a strange thumping sound in the house, dull and monotonous, but not continuous.

Ji Yao clutched his head and walked downstairs, feeling a little angry.

It's really boring to think about being a ghost, and I don't have any special functions.

The wooden stairs seemed to have been cleaned for a long time, and Ji Yao walked back and forth, and could feel the soil under the soles of his feet.

So when he came out of the bathroom, what he was holding was not paper, but a mop.

And it was stained with water and was wrung clean.

When Ji Yao started mopping the floor, he felt a little embarrassed.

I have never seen anyone who is haunted and mopped the floor.

But there was a slight obsession with cleanliness before his death, and he found a doctor, and the two of them directly developed the obsession with cleanliness to the extreme. Whenever Ji Yao had time, he instructed him to clean up at home. Now because there is no one to direct him, he can only do it himself. Dirty like this, Ji Yao is really a ghost and can't bear it.

After a while, Ji Yao straightened up, but he couldn't remember what the doctor he was looking for looked like.

I just remembered that scum fucked a woman and I bumped into him, and he seemed to be wearing glasses.

Sven scum.

After Ji Yao mopped the whole room clean, he washed his feet in the bathroom again, and then he felt much more comfortable.

The sound of the door being unlocked was very clear in the darkness.

Ji Yao came out of the bathroom and stood in the middle of the living room with a big face.

There was a glimmer of light through the crack of the door, and a tall shadow swayed in. He threw the things in his hand on the shoe cabinet, and then bent over to slip on his shoes.

Looking at his body, he should be a man.

Ji Yao wondered if this person would be brushed off.

Just as he was guessing, the light in the living room suddenly turned on.

This man's face is not very handsome, but it is extraordinarily tough and strong. His deep black eyes look to this side, reflected by the light, exuding a strange brilliance.

He seemed to be looking at himself, but Ji Yao knew it was impossible.

Because people cannot see ghosts.

But it doesn't rule out that this person has yin and yang eyes or something.

Ji Yao looked at the man indifferently.

The man lowered his head and began to take off his suit and tie, and unbuttoned his chest one by one, revealing his dark elastic skin.

Strong muscles pushed against his shoulders and arms, and his body was covered with a thin layer of sweat. His whole body looked steamy, and he could easily smell strong hormones.

Unlike myself, who is cold and not warm at all.

The corner of Ji Yao's eyes twitched, and he stood upright, as if he was really a corpse.

The man frowned and took off his shirt.

It seems that the mood is not very good.

But this has nothing to do with Ji Yao.

Anyway, Ji Yao is just a ghost, a lonely soul in this house.

The man didn't seem to intend to take off his pants, so he passed Ji Yao and walked towards the bathroom.

Ji Yao turned around to see him enter the bathroom, the door was still open.

It seems that he really thought no one was home.

I don't know there are ghosts in the house.

Listening to the sound of the shower, Ji Yao walked in.

I liked men before I was alive. There is no reason why a man with such a good figure should not go in and have a look. Anyway, I am also a ghost, so he can't see it.

The bathroom is divided into wet and dry, the glass partition is steamed with mist, and the water flows down the glass, rushing out of the transparent one after another, and then swallowed by the mist again.

Ji Yao was expressionless, looking up and down the figure of the man.

Feeling a little unclear, I found a towel to wipe off the fog on the glass.

Although it hasn't been wiped off, you can vaguely see the wide shoulders and long legs, the mermaid line of the abdominal muscles, and the size below... Anyway, it's really good.

Ji Yao was tired from standing, looked down at a small bench by his feet, and sat on it, continuing to watch the man take a bath. , It was late at night, and the dim and quiet light fell on Ji Yao, casting a dim shadow on the wall.

After the man rinsed off the white foam on his head, he turned off the shower.

Then he came out of the bathroom, walked this way, stopped in front of Ji Yao, and raised his hand to reach for the towel hanging on the stainless steel rack.

That damned place was right in front of Ji Yao's face, and the height was exactly the same.

Ji Yaoping looked at the thing in front of him, stretched out his hand, and compared it.

Strange thing, that thing seems to be a little swollen, I don't know if it's because of Ji Yao or something else.

The man went back as if he was running away, and turned on the shower again.

This time it was a cold shower.

After rushing out, he wiped his hair indiscriminately in front of Ji Yao, and quickly wrapped the big towel around his waist.

Ji Yao naturally followed him out the door.

The man's hair was wet at the roots, and there were still unwiped water droplets on his back, flowing down the smooth waistline, moisturizing the texture, very sexy.

The man sat down on the sofa, raised his legs lazily, and reached out to touch the remote control.

The picture that suddenly appeared on the screen startled Ji Yao. It was a foreign comedy, very old.

Ji Yao was bored, so he just sat on the sofa.

At the moment of sinking into the cortex, Ji Yao was a little afraid of being found that the sofa had sunk for no reason. What's more, he didn't expect ghosts to have weight.

One person and one ghost just sat on the sofa, staring at the TV screen, each with their own thoughts.

The man on the TV was holding the woman's hand, the veins on his face were bulging,

"Will you marry me?"

"Of course, yes."

"Then can you stop forgetting me?"

"what?"

"You're an art teacher, you go to Houkilao's every Sunday, you make houses out of waffles, you love Casablanca lilies..."

"Oh honey, what are you talking about..."

"I went there with you, I baked it for you, I bought it for you... don't you remember at all?"

……

Ji Yao glanced at the title on the lower right corner of the TV, "50 First Dates", it was really boring.

The man next to him didn't change the channel, just sat on the sofa, smoking one cigarette after another.

He didn't look very happy watching it, and he didn't know why he insisted on watching it.

Ji Yao was bored to death.

Just as he was about to get up and leave, the man who went to see him suddenly turned his head, facing him, and pressed the cigarette butt in his hand into the ashtray.

Ji Yao subconsciously hid back, and then felt that he had nothing to hide, since he couldn't see at first.

But the man stared at him, as if he could see.

The man was getting closer and closer, and Ji Yao could even see the figure reflected in those eyes.

Thick and slender fingers stretched out, touched his face, and rubbed his nose, lips, and chin.

Very hot living temperature.

There was joy in the man's eyes, and his smile was a little helpless, "Why have you kept silent, poker face."

Ji Yao pondered for a moment, then glanced left and right.

The man was a little embarrassed, "Ji Yao?"

Ji Yao turned his head and knocked off the hand in front of his face,

"Can you see me?"

The man laughed loudly, "Nonsense."

Ji Yao frowned slightly, "You have yin and yang eyes?"

The man was a little dumbfounded, "What kind of yin and yang eyes..."

"You can see ghosts with yin and yang eyes..." Ji Yao said, "otherwise you wouldn't be able to see me."

The man didn't speak, his face was blue and black, and he didn't smile at all, "What do you mean... are you a ghost?"

Ji Yao looked down at himself, his limbs were pale and bloodless,

"Yes."

"Your symptoms are getting more and more complicated..."

Ji Yao looked at him, "Since you can see me, did you also see me when you were taking a shower?"

The man nodded, a little disappointed, "Yes."

"Then why don't you stop me."

"I like to show you."

Ji Yao was quiet for a while, "Thank you, I'm in good shape."

"To be fair, can you show me too?" The man raised his head and raised his lips.

Ji Yao snorted coldly, "No."

"why?"

"Because ghosts don't need to take a bath."

"Then why are you washing your feet!"

Ji Yao raised his feet and looked at the two wet watermarks on the ground, with a gloomy expression.

Seeing his appearance, the man laughed straight away, "Okay, okay, do you remember me?"

"I don't remember," Ji Yao shook his head, "But I should have known you before I was alive. You all know my name. What's the relationship between us?"

"Relationship?" The man raised his eyebrows, "You are my wife!"

Ji Yao coldly refused, "Nonsense."

The man's voice was angry, "You don't even remember, so why not me."

Ji Yao said lightly, "I remember he wears glasses."

"Then I will wear it too."

"Forget it, you're not near-sighted..." Ji Yao gave him a sideways glance, "So what's the relationship?"

The man deflated like a rubber ball, "Schoolmate."

"Alumni?"

"That's right, the two of us have been in the same school since we were young, not the university, I study too well, you can't pass the exam."

"Are you good at studying?" Ji Yao glanced at him, "I remember that I took the national key exam."

The man smiled, "I won't irritate you anymore."

Ji Yao whitened his face, not very happy.

The man continued, "Do you have any impression of this kind of childhood sweetheart alumni?"

It took a while for Ji Yao to speak, "It seems that there is such a person."

A name suddenly appeared in his mind, but there was no face.

"So, you are... Duan Xiuping?"

The dim light outlines the beautiful lines of the man's body and the shadow of his muscles.

The man looks very angry,

"I'm Tao He!"