invisible him

Wucheng was awakened by the phone ringing.

He was dreaming at the time.

In the dream, he was walking on the road, alone.That road was too familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it.

It suddenly started to rain, and Wucheng ran, running faster and faster, the rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the rain splashed up as he ran, and he could see the water splashing on his feet side.

It was pouring rain.

The scene in front of him became blurred under the cover of the rain, a large group of vague shadows walked towards him, there was a girl's laughter, and a cold, male voice.

He didn't know why, at that moment, his body seemed to suddenly not belong to him, or, his heart told him, stop, don't move.

The shadow got closer and closer, and the voice became clearer.Several girls clustered together with small umbrellas, and their laughter was clear and clear.

Surrounded in the middle was a young man, looking slender, wearing a white shirt, with black hair reaching his waist, walking under the protection of the girls' small flower umbrellas.The man seemed to tilt his head slightly towards Wucheng, and glanced at him.

The heart skipped a beat.

What a handsome man.Wucheng thinks...

Involuntarily, he stepped forward.Wu Cheng seemed to hear what he said subconsciously, but the sound of the rain seemed too loud, or because it was a dream, he couldn't hear what he said clearly.

The man walked straight in front of him, as if he didn't see his slightly outstretched hand, maybe even his people didn't see it.

A girl's voice laughed, "So what were you doing in Argentina in 1882?"

Then there was the young man's low laughter, and Wu Cheng's world suddenly became silent. The young man opened and closed his lips a few times, and after saying something, his eyes turned and stared at Wu Cheng.

1882.Argentina……

Wu Cheng's heart was beating violently, he knew it!

He knows!He knew exactly what happened in Argentina in 1882!

The blood seemed to be boiling, and all the things swept through his brain like overwhelming, the truth was about to come out, it was stuck in his throat and he couldn't spit it out!

But he knows!Those once unknown things are quietly approaching, as if they are right in front of them, as long as he stretches out his hand, he can touch it!

As long as he reaches out!

The ear-piercing bell rang suddenly, and Wu Cheng was startled awake.

...is a dream.

A sense of powerlessness and emptiness suddenly hit him, and he lay back on the bed, covered in cold sweat.After being dazed for a few seconds, he finally came to his senses, reached out to grab the phone, and connected the call.

"Hey?"

"Brother, are you alive now? Where did you sleep last night?"

The angry voice was transmitted through the mobile phone, which made Wucheng want to yell, but just as the anger welled up, her head felt a sharp pain. Wucheng rubbed her temples and took a deep breath, "You still care about my life, Thank you so much."

"Don't say that, brother, I was too high last night. Did you get home? Did nothing happen? I called you several times during the day and you didn't answer."

"I'm home now...Wuweizhu, let me tell you, if you dare to pour me wine again, I'll blow your dog's head off!"

"Hey, bro, you are too much of a cunt, don't you think so, aren't you doing well, what are big men afraid of, that's all right, I'll just hang up if you're fine, there's still class later."

"Wait! You..." Before Wucheng finished speaking, the phone was hung up with a snap. Wucheng cursed in a low voice and threw the phone on the bed.

To his sand sculpture brother.

However, since Weizhu just asked him if he arrived home...then, it wasn't Wuweizhu who sent him back last night. There was a vague figure in his memory, carrying him back home, Wucheng was fed too much last night Alcohol, completely fragmented, in the few fragments of his memory, on the deserted side of the road, the street in the early morning, the dim street lights, and the long shadow drawn, the man was walking on the road with his back, his body was very warmth.

That's right, that cold, alienated and reassuring feeling couldn't be Wuweizhu's unreliable little ruffian, but it wasn't Wuweizhu, who could it be?

Wucheng turned over weakly, and wiped the cold sweat off his forehead casually. That feeling was like someone in a dream just now.

How should I put it... the familiarity that person gave him? 1882, Argentina, what exactly does it mean?

The curtains in the room were drawn tightly, no sunlight came in, and he lost the concept of time for a moment. Wucheng picked up the phone again, turned on the screen, and tilted his head to see the time. orange tree.

The big number "7:37", below is the date, and three small characters follow, "Hungry Ghost Festival".

Hungry Ghost Festival?So I must have been carried back by some ghost, right?

Why do I still have to go wandering with that brat Wuweizhu on Ghost Festival?This is retribution!

Wu Cheng came back with some dirt on it, and Wu Cheng wanted to slap herself in regret.

He stood up clutching his heavy head, grabbed a coat from the bed and put it on, and staggered against the wall, wanting to go into the bathroom to wash his face and wake up.

He drank too much last night, and the hangover feeling was really bad. The refreshing feeling of the cold water on his face made him wake up in an instant. Wu Cheng raised his head and looked at himself in the mirror. Flooding, but to be honest, his appearance looks more childish than his actual age, he is full of youth, his eyes are clean and full of vigor, and he seems to be only eighteen or nineteen years old when he is in his twenties.

The boy in the mirror blinked, and glanced sideways. The curtains of the living room have not been drawn yet. In the mirror, in the dark corner outside the door, there is a lonely figure.

He smiled, but didn't care.The one who carried me back...is this right?It doesn't look like something dirty.

There are always plenty of interesting things.

After washing up, Wu Cheng hastily ate some leftovers from the refrigerator, then sat down in front of the computer and started working.

He is an illustrator. He has just graduated and has not yet found a stable job. He has sent out several resumes in the past two days and is still waiting for the company's reply. On weekdays, he provides manuscripts for some people who contact him to earn some spare money.

The headache caused by the hangover has not completely disappeared, and he is not in the mood to eat today. He spent the whole day crouching in a chair and drawing manuscripts, watching the sun from sunrise to sunset, and the golden light coming out from the gap in the curtains , flowing quietly on the floor.

Wu Cheng felt a little drowsy, he glanced at the picture on the screen, the man with long black hair was looking up in the white snow all over the sky, and on a bare orange tree next to him, there was a single nearly withered orange The ground hangs on the branches, and the thick snow falls.

"Hmph." For no reason, he snorted coldly, stretched out his hand and pressed the power off button, the screen flickered a few times, and after ten seconds, it fell into pitch blackness.

"Sleep." He muttered.

In fact, living alone is fine, but it’s a bit lonely. It’s different from being at home. When I talk, no one will answer me. After a long time, I have developed a problem of talking to myself.

Wu Cheng didn't care too much, and pulled the things on the table to her side, lay down on her stomach, and fell asleep peacefully.

In the small room, it was extremely quiet for a while, except for his steady breathing, there was no sound.

As the sun sets, the light in the house becomes dimmer, and the computer screen silently and honestly reflects what it sees, such as the cheap sofa, the tall and thin floor lamp, the flowing gold that is gradually dimming on the ground, and a person who is getting closer and closer. silhouette.

The man carefully took Wucheng's coat, and gently put it on him. When his fingers touched his skin that was exposed outside the clothes, he retracted suddenly. Just as he was about to withdraw his hand, his right hand was suddenly caught. caught.

On the screen, Wucheng opened her eyes slightly, as if she hadn't woken up yet, but there was an inexplicable smile on the corner of her mouth, "I got you."

Hearing this, the man shook his hands, his brows and eyes seemed a little helpless, "Let go of me."

"You brought me back last night?"

"Ah."

"So what are you? A ghost? Did you catch up with me on the Ghost Festival?"

Wu Cheng frowned, sat on the swivel chair and turned around, looking up at the person standing in front of her.

"Huh?" The man seemed a little surprised, and after a while he nodded slightly, "It doesn't count, I've been following you all this time."

"Always?"

"I am your guardian spirit, and I will always follow you."

"Guardian spirit?" Wu Cheng looked at the slight smile on the man's cold face, bit his lips, "Guardian spirit——"

He lengthened the ending, and the clean boyish voice was full of childishness. He didn't believe it or not, and just repeated it meaninglessly, "That's really good."

"What's your name? Huh?" Wu Cheng stood up and met the man's eyes.

Wu Cheng is quite tall, but his baby face always makes him seem very small.The man was blocked by him and sunk in the shadows, his voice was as cold as his, but he paused every word, earnestly, "Chang Xiyang, I'm Chang Xiyang, your guardian spirit."

Wucheng blinked, and leaned closer to him, showing some shiny white teeth, and smiled, with two shallow dimples, looking clean and beautiful, "Xiyang, since you followed me After so long, you should know my side job, right?"

"En." Chang Xiyang lowered his eyes and nodded slowly, "Exorcist."

Yes, Wucheng seems to have some natural abilities, he can see some unclean things, and when he got older, he studied some ancient books by himself, and he really figured out some ways to exorcise ghosts and spirits, and then secretly exorcised ghosts As a teacher, he was occasionally invited to do ceremonies, but his family didn't know about it.

It was also because he was lucky that all he encountered were little ghosts with little spiritual power, and some were more powerful. Fortunately, he was not injured or retaliated against. For this reason, Wu Cheng was still complacent, thinking that he was like a koi .

"But this is the first time I've seen you, guardian spirit? Why did you suddenly show up now after more than 20 years?"

Chang Xiyang pursed his lips and stopped talking, Wu Cheng laughed, "I won't get rid of you, I'll trust you first."

"Thank you."

"Thank you? I should thank you for bringing me back yesterday. It's really lonely to live alone. As long as you have a companion, it's fine. Besides, you are so beautiful."

He said, reaching out to caress Chang Xiyang's face, "Are you really a ghost? Your body temperature is higher than mine. This is the first time I have met you. The ones that were removed before were all cold. It's cold, and it's not comfortable to touch."

Chang Xiyang didn't answer, his ears were a little red, he took a step back, and tilted his head to avoid Wucheng's hand, this person was much calmer than he imagined, and he was a little confused when he suddenly appeared measures.

Wucheng didn't pay much attention to his dodge, got up and turned on the light, the room was lit up suddenly, the light was dazzling, he subconsciously squinted his eyes, "Do you know, I dreamed about you this morning, did you enter my dream on purpose? ?”

Chang Xiyang was a little stunned, but he didn't seem to be pretending. He shook his head, "I also just had a physical body not long ago."

"That's it." Wucheng nodded, and didn't ask any more questions. "Did you make hangover soup for me yesterday?"

Since there is really a person, no, there is a ghost taking care of him, then those sporadic fragments are real, he felt as if he remembered something, he vomited in the dark last night, there was a plain hand in front of him, Holding a small white porcelain bowl, he sent it to him.

This ghost is meticulous.

"Yes." Chang Xiyang didn't deny it either, and nodded generously to admit it. Wucheng bit her lip and smiled at him, "Then you must be able to cook, right?"

"I haven't eaten all day, Xiyang." Wucheng trailed off, looking at him pitifully.

unacceptable!this person!How could you ask a ghost you don't know to cook for him every time you meet?Insatiable!

Chang Xiyang's face turned dark, and then he turned around and walked towards the kitchen. His long black hair swung beautifully in half a circle in the air, and hit Wu Cheng's face perfectly, comparable to the shampoo commercials on TV. .

"Chicken thief." Wucheng slandered in a low voice.

"I heard you." A spatula protruded from the half-open door of the kitchen and shook it a few times at him, threatening.

Wu Cheng was not annoyed either, and happily sat on the sofa, lazily leaning back to watch TV.

Chang Xiyang's efficiency was extremely high, and it didn't take long for him to bring the dishes to the table.A few home-cooked dishes, the red, green and green ones are really nice, Wucheng rushed to the dining table following the aroma, looked at the steaming dishes in front of him, leaned over to take a deep breath of the aroma, rubbed his hands with a pure smile, "I haven't eaten such a great food for a long time, but - I didn't even know there were these dishes at home?" He looked at Chang Xiyang, whose expression froze instantly, and understood.

Of course he is clear about the bleak appearance in the refrigerator, "You conjured it?"

"Ah."

"Is there such a convenient function?"

"Correct."

"I'll be fine if I eat it, right?" The boy bit his lips, his face a little troubled.

"will not."

Wu Cheng smiled with satisfaction, and put some food into the bowl with peace of mind.Chang Xiyang watched the man move his chopsticks, and started eating too.

"Do ghosts want to eat too?" Wucheng stopped her chopsticks, with a strange look on her face.

"Uh..." Chang Xiyang didn't speak, he pushed the bowl of rice in front of Wucheng in front of him, put down the chopsticks with a "snap", continued chewing expressionlessly, and swallowed the mouthful of rice just now.

"Hey, don't be angry, I'll just ask." Seeing that the man was angry, he quickly pushed the bowl back, and picked up a piece of meat with a smile, "Eat, do you want me to feed you?"

Chang Xiyang turned his head and ignored him, and Wu Cheng really put the meat to Xi Yang's mouth, "Be obedient. Look, you haven't told me anything. I know you are my guardian spirit. I don’t know anymore, the ghosts I met are all mysterious, they float around day and night without eating or drinking, look..."

There was a bit of grievance in his voice, Chang Xiyang looked back at him, opened his mouth and bit off the piece of meat, his ears were slightly powdered.

Seeing the man move his Adam's apple and swallow it, Wu Cheng smiled obsequiously, "Is it delicious?"

Chang Xiyang ignored him, and Wucheng was not annoyed, he picked up his chopsticks and started fighting with the food, which made him feel satisfied.

To be honest, since he moved out of the house, he hasn't eaten such a steaming and delicious meal for a long time.

Chang Xiyang felt a little helpless, this man was really starving, and he didn't care about eating like a child. Now that he had been seen through, he didn't shy away. Cheng took it and gulped it down, and gave him a thumbs up with his left hand.

Chang Xiyang saw that the man was only focused on eating and didn't care about him. Just now, Wu Cheng said that he still didn't understand himself at all, so he had to speak by himself, "So, let me introduce myself."

Wucheng blinked and motioned for him to continue talking.

"In fact, everyone has a guardian spirit. Your parents and your younger brother have them. As your guardian spirit, if I harm your heart, I will not be able to be reincarnated in the next life. I can vote for a good family in my whole life."

Wucheng was stuffing food into his mouth desperately, he nodded to express his understanding, Chang Xiyang had no choice but to continue, "Usually speaking, you can't see me, but these days, I don't know why, I gradually have a physical..."

"Hmm..." Wu Cheng swallowed hard the food in his mouth, "So I can touch you, right?"

"Correct."

"Others can?"

"I am not sure."

"That's it." He nodded and continued eating.

"You just believe it? There is no doubt at all?" Chang Xiyang was a little surprised, please, this person's ability to accept is simply beyond his imagination.

"It doesn't matter if you don't believe me, I won't know what you don't want me to know." Wu Cheng raised her eyes, her tone was loose, as if she was only saying something insignificant.

Chang Xiyang lowered his eyes slightly, his slender eyelashes trembling slightly, when he raised his eyes again, all the emotions disappeared.

He lightly drew a circle in the air with his right hand, and the warm light stayed in the air with his hand. In the warm breath, he put his hand into the small circle that was rotating on the spot, and took out what.

"Huh?" Wu Cheng's calm face finally revealed a look of surprise, "What is this?"

"Look." Chang Xiyang spread out his hands, and there was a small sachet lying on the palm. The blue satin fabric was inlaid with gold threads, shining brightly. It looked exquisite, small and very cute.

"Is this how you express your love?"

"This is a little fortune bag for you. Put it away. Inside are the peace talisman and some soothing herbs."

Automatically ignoring the man's coquettish words, he paused, "After all, I am your guardian spirit, and I still have some spiritual power, so naturally I won't harm you."

Wucheng stretched out his hand to take the small gift bag, and Chang Xiyang's fingers touched his palm, but he didn't leave for a moment, but stayed there for a few seconds as if reluctantly.

Wu Cheng smiled, and held the man's hand directly, "If you want to touch me, just tell me, it's not like I won't let you touch it."

Chang Xiyang was so startled that he hurriedly retracted his hands, his face was suddenly stained with powder.

The little lucky bag seemed to have spiritual power, and Wu Cheng clearly felt the warm breath flowing from her fingertips into her body.

Like a warm current, under the blowing of the trade wind, it pours into the originally cold and dark sea.

The rough blue sea calmed down.