The fox's net match can't be so cute! [rebirth]

Time ticked slowly, and the moonlight scattered on the solid wood floor, shining softly.Although what Lu Ce said was to let Su Ze and Luo go out to find a place to sleep casually, in fact, the two ghosts of them do not need to sleep. The dark night is a carnival of ghosts and ghosts. Breaking into another room, the walls in the middle seem to be non-existent. The two ghosts are very happy. Occasionally, they meet some people who are doing things that cannot be described below the neck. Speaking of the protagonist, he is not very good-looking and has no sense of beauty, so the two ghosts are outside happily lying on their stomachs and listening to the corner of the wall.

After Lu Wuxing fell asleep, Lu Ce got up again.He can't sleep.Lu Ce walked to the balcony, and the night breeze gently lifted his hair on his forehead.Maybe it's too hard these years, or maybe it's too greedy for money. Last time, Lu Wuxing said that he has a white hair on his head-he's not yet thirty.Lu Ce thinks that the heart is like an ocean. After a long time, many things will gradually settle down. If it is there, even if it sinks, it will not come up again.Lu Ze felt a little emotional. He opened a can of beer, and the bubbles gushed out. He took another big sip, which was refreshing and refreshing.

"Hey!" Su Ze ran back, there was no sweat on his forehead, and he smiled, "Wow, you know how to drink here."

Lu Ce glanced back at him, the boy's eyes were shining, he stared at the wine in his hand, and licked his lips: "Can you give me a sip?"

Lu Ce didn't answer, and passed the jar over.

"Ha," Su Ze took a deep sip, frowned, and wiped his lips, "It's so bitter! But it's so refreshing!"

Lu Ce stretched out his hand, expressionless: "Give me the money."

Su Ze cried and said, "Ask a ghost for money, you have no shame. All mine are ghost coins, and it's useless for you to take them."

Lu Ce's outstretched fingers bent: "Other things are also fine."

So Su Ze began to look down his pockets, look left, look right, the pockets were empty, he took a stone to read novels, he found a piece of rags very tangled, it was something he just wrote and drew for himself The character design of that novel——Su Ze handed him the rag aggrievedly: "That's all I have."

Lu Ce said "um", took it, put it in his pocket without guilt, and stuffed the rest of the wine into his hand by the way, smiling slightly: "deal."

Su Ze was also amazed at this person's shamelessness, choked for a long time but couldn't say a word, and finally could only mutter in a low voice: "Then, can I ask the little fox to take a photo for me and post it on the Internet for the author, please?" Huh? This is the character design of the novel I worked so hard on, the author said so much, and those who participate in the event have a chance to get a customized book..."

Lu Ce stood up, turned his back to Su Ze, his figure paused, his voice was inexplicably thin under the night, and his voice seemed to be desolate and distant: "Okay. I'll pass it on for you."

"It must be passed on." Su Ze still didn't really believe in this money fan, and he emphasized behind him, "I will go to the fanart page to read it."

"Got it, got it," Lu Ce seemed impatient, and looked back at Su Ze who was squatting carefully sipping his wine, and asked, "By the way, what about Luo You?"

Su Ze has never drank alcohol before, and he probably never drank it when he was alive—he himself is also a wandering lonely soul, so he doesn't remember his previous life. He laughed a few times, and Lu Ce asked again: "What about Luo?" He just came back to his senses in a trance, thought for a while, and said with a smile: "Ah, he just said that he would go downstairs to blow some air."

Lu Ce snorted, took out a cigarette, lit it, and the flame was like a fading star: "A ghost, what wind is blowing."

"You are discriminatory!" Su Ze stood up holding the jar, and glared at Lu Ce, "Naked|naked|naked discrimination! Aren't I just blowing the air!" He took a few steps towards the balcony and opened his arms , making a hug: "Ah! The starry sky! So beautiful! Ah! The mountains! So handsome!"

Su Ze hiccupped, picked up the jar and drank it down, threw the jar off the balcony, and started crying again, counting with his fingers: "Yan Wang said, next time I want to reincarnate, I will do it for another 300 years." It's ok... 300 years, it's very short." Su Ze started to shout again: "Ah! Heaven! Ah! Hell! Ah! Jesus! Ah! Lord Buddha!"

Lu Ce was behind him, with heavy eyes, and sighed, afraid of waking up the people in the room, he closed the door behind him.

There seemed to be a faint singing voice in the distance, illusory and sad, which made Su Ze feel sad. He cried very sadly: "I feel sad, woo, my heart is empty. God loves the world, No one loves me!...I am the other shore flower that blooms on Huangquan Road! Ouch, Bazahei!..."

...Does your leader know that you string together several religious nonsense like this?Won't you be fired?Just want to experience the eighteen levels of hell for free?After a long while, Lu Ce finally said, "Shut up."

Su Ze hiccupped again, looked back at Lu Ce, touched the corners of his eyes: "Wow, I can't even shed tears! I really don't want to live!" He simply took a few steps forward, and his body changed. He was so light that he swayed out of the balcony accidentally. Lu Ce hurried forward and grabbed him. Su Ze was very light, as if he had no weight. Then Su Ze dangled in Lu Ce's hand, He looked up at Lu Ce in confusion: "Why are you dragging me?"

Su Ze giggled: "You are stupid. I'm already dead."

Lu Ce didn't speak, and pulled him up silently, then turned around and opened the door, and walked back to the room: "I'm going to sleep for a while. Go to the river at three o'clock."

"Oh." Su Ze seemed to be awake, and hiccupped, "Okay, I'll wake you up later."

Lu Ce closed the door, and the faint sound outside the window was cut off, leaving only the quiet clock in the room, "Tap, tap, tap..."

Luo was wandering downstairs again. He followed Su Ze for a lap today. He felt strangely like running 1000 meters in college, and his chest was a little breathless—but he was a ghost, just a soul. If you explain it in a so-called scientific way, they are just those reverberating and persistent consciousnesses that exist in the magnetic field.

This feeling of having a body is more erratic and distant than the feeling of incorporeality. For a moment, he felt that he was possessed again, and then looked down at his empty back—there was no shadow, he was not possessed .

The room was too small, and he was too lazy to go back and forth in the dark hotel to listen to the messy sounds, so he went downstairs to look at the scenery at night, maybe he could meet a few familiar ghosts, chat, and learn about the road The condition of the river.

And when he walked outside the hotel door, he heard a melodious singing voice—the singing sound seemed to be hummed casually, without obvious tunes or lyrics, a little sad, a little ethereal, and a little hooked It's like a human memory—it's just that Luo has no memory, he thought, if he had, that kind of memory should have the same feeling as this song, far away and untouchable, melancholy, and so beautiful that it makes people nostalgic.

Luo walked slowly again, and there were no cars on the empty road, and the flickering street lamps were like candles under old lamps, dangling and blurring the ground.The mountain road was tortuous, and he found that he had unknowingly walked to the river.

When Luo You realized it, Luo You was also taken aback.The singing stopped at some point, and Luo thought of those people who were hit by ghosts against the wall—is it this kind of confusion and controlled panic that was unconsciously guided?

The river is calm and calm, and the moonlight is his scales, shining like countless treasures.The trees in the woods on the opposite bank were swaying, and they were so dark that it was hard to see.

Luo took a few steps back, panicking in his heart.

Luo was a little scared himself, the calm river was like someone's eyes, staring at him calmly and deeply, as if trying to suck him in.

Luo didn't want to be a little monster hiding in his eyes, he turned around and ran quickly, but a stone under his feet tripped him, and he fell viciously—then he quickly stood up in fear, He had the urge to cry from fear. Although he is a lonely ghost now, Luo is living a very leisurely life now, and he doesn't want to be wiped out at all—at that time, there is nothing left, not even a little thought. All gone.

He looked down at the stone - only then did he realize that it was not a stone.

It was a transparent low-quality transparent plastic bag with a shiny pearl in it.

Like the pupils of a beauty, pure black, pearls.

Luo was stunned again, but now he calmed down, looking back at the river: "...Did you give it to me?"

The river slowly did not answer.

"You knew me before?"

The surface of the water was calm.

"...After I died, I don't remember anything." Luo You's voice was a little bitter, "Since you can see me, why don't you come to see me directly? Very lonely."

"But it's much better now," Luo took another breath, "I have friends now, and I plan to work hard as a ghost messenger in the future. When time is enough and I get tired of doing it, I will enter reincarnation."

"Are you a ghost too?" Luo thought for a while, then shook his head again, "No, if you were a ghost, you would be able to see me directly; and you wouldn't remember me either. Then you... Luo paused again, and remained silent for a long time before asking, "Is it that demon?"

Everything is silent, only the night wind blows again and again, making the leaves rustle.