I Fell in Love After Becoming a Ghost

This kneeling directly stunned Jiang Ye.

He jumped off the tombstone, squatted next to the man and looked forward, looking carefully, the photo was clearly visible, and the uppercase Jiang Yezhi's tomb was also clearly written in block letters.

His mind turned and turned, and he couldn't figure out whether the boss drank too much or used his brain too much, and the tombstone could admit his mistake.

The man knelt all night, and it rained all night.

Jiang Ye went from squatting to sitting to circling around the tombstone, and finally jumped on the tombstone out of boredom.

If the man hadn't raised his head, he would have thought he was asleep.

It was hot in June, but it couldn't hold back the torrential rain all day and night, and the night wind was blowing everywhere, bringing a burst of coolness.

It's dawn and it's getting colder.

Jiang also thought, the sky is clear and the sun is out, the big brother should have regained his composure, right?

The sun was out, but the rain didn't stop.

The man raised his head, his scarlet eyes were filled with bottomless holes.

Jiang Ye's sorrow stopped.

He's not stupid either.

It's impossible for the boss to recognize the inscription by mistake, why do you feel like you're still crying?The kind of desperation that comes from the bottom of your heart that makes people tremble even when you get close, like being abandoned by the world, suddenly losing your faith, like a walking dead, lifeless.

On the second night, the rain did not seem to stop, and the thunder became more and more violent.

The man remained motionless and knelt there with his eyes closed, letting the rain drench, which made Jiang feel a little anxious.

As a dead man, he felt that he was going to lose his energy after a few days of sleepless nights. This big living man knelt here for two nights in the rain, what the hell?

Jiang also started to run around in a hurry, doing useless work...

The third night, the fourth night, the fifth night...

In addition to Tian'er who is still vicious and unpredictable, the unshakable figure in front of the monument, and Jiang Ye who has become a statue squatting in front of the man.

After a few days, he didn't have the time to be afraid of the dark, thunder and ghosts anymore, so he stared at the man in front of him with his chin resting on his hand.

His eyebrows were covered by wet hair, his eyes were closed and he couldn't see his expression, his nose was straight, and his thin lips were bloodless white.

Every detail of the entire face seemed to be precisely carved on the tip of a knife. While Jiang was shocked by his appearance, he was also worried that he would not be able to bear it.

These days he has countless ideas, is the boss his fan?

Doing the math, the movie that made me popular is a silly, sweet, and brainless fairy tale drama. The boss has a lot of things to do every day, so how can he have time to watch brainless movies, and with his little understanding of the business circle, the media don't know much about it. A tycoon who was born out of nowhere and won half of the business circle in one fell swoop, is described like this: ——Exquisite and arrogant, rich and powerful, with thunderous methods, mysterious and unpredictable.

He didn't even answer an interview, and the few photos that came out were taken secretly by paparazzi of the entertainment media. Because of his amazing appearance, he swept the Internet in a second, and no matter how big his fortune was, it was too late to block it.

You say that such a person, chasing a starlet, and chasing him kneel down for days and nights without giving up his life, who would believe it?

The person involved, Jiang, didn't believe it either.

On the night of the seventh day, the thunderstorm finally stopped, and a point of the moon appeared lazily.

The moonlight hit the man's white and unreal face, and Jiang was eager to see through it. The boss disappeared for several days, and no one came to pick him up. If something happened in front of his grave, he was about to take his last point behind him. The public accounts of various media that make a fuss, can't they arrange a shocking story of personalized butterflies? ?

Jiang also tried countless methods, but he couldn't touch anything.

Just when he thought the boss was about to petrify, the boss moved.

It's just that this movement is a bit awkward. The man suddenly pressed his left hand to the ground, and pressed his right hand to his left chest. His brows were slightly wrinkled on his cold and white face, and his thin lips were pursed in pain with his head down.

Jiang Ye stretched out his hand reflexively to help him. The man leaned forward, and a mouthful of blood from his heart fell on his transparent body and fell to the ground again.

Jiang also watched as the hand on his chest fell to the ground suddenly, and he moved forward in a daze. His knee rubbed a deep scratch on the ground, mixed with mud and rain, and he knelt and crawled to the inscription.

Jiang was also really scared.

It's not because I'm afraid of myself, nor because of the life and death of the boss, but because of the man's despair and sadness, which is so deep that even if I don't know the reason, it's so suppressed that there is nowhere to release it.

He turned his head and saw the man's fingertips stained with blood. Behind his name on the inscription, he wrote persistently and firmly: Eternal Life, Beloved.

Jiang Ye:? ? ? ? ? ? ?

The news that the top star Jiang also died in an accident became popular for a while, and then it was replaced by gossip about another model celebrity couple cheating.

The heat is gone, but the protagonist is still there.

Jiang Ye sat on the sofa in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows of the top floor office of the city's most expensive and coveted company, watching the man work with his legs crossed.

The sun outside was fierce, as if the apocalyptic torrential rain had never existed in the past few days.

Jiang was also bored, looking at the people in front and at the sky outside.

After that day, when the ambulance arrived, the man on the stretcher closed his eyes tightly and remained motionless. Jiang also forgot in a hurry that he was a lonely ghost who couldn't jump out of the circle, and ran after him for a few steps to see what was going on with him. He followed him all the way to the ambulance and went to the hospital.

Except that no one can see him, he can't touch anything, Hun'er is free.

The boss was in a coma for three days and three nights, and he kept watch for a few days, out of emotion, guilt and cosmic curiosity.

When the boss was discharged from the hospital, he followed him.

"Cough cough."

The face of the man at the desk was still sickly pale, and his cold facial features were still indifferent and alienated. He pressed his fist against the corner of his lips to cough, and continued with the important documents in his hand.

The assistant outside seemed to hear the boss coughing and knocked on the door to come in.

Holding the medicine in his hand, before he could speak, he was silenced by the man with a cold look, and walked back on the spot.

Jiang also got up, walked over to look at the pills, the fever was gone, and then looked at the documents on the table, which were thicker than the set script.

Knowing that the other party could not see or hear, Jiang also sat on the desk and babbled idly: "This person is in this world, fame and fortune are just passing by, if his body is gone, then everything will be gone. Look at brother, good young man see you!" People love flowers and seeing flowers bloom and become popular in half the sky in the entertainment industry, wouldn't they have nothing if they died?"

"Look at you again, when can't these documents be processed, and how long will it take to take the medicine? If you collapse, all your property will be used as wedding dresses for others. If the money is gone, the house will be gone, and the wife will have to remarry. , who wants to stay with a sick child."

Jiang Ye is purely a chatterbox, learning how to film a movie and going to the village aunt to chatter away, looking out the window with bored eyes.

Xie Chen stopped, reached out and pressed his temple.

There seemed to be intermittent auditory hallucinations in my ears, it was his voice, the same playful chatter as in memory.

He looked out the window blankly.

The innate coldness and nobleness of a man seems to have been pulled out of his body in an instant, leaving only empty helplessness and despair.