Infatuation is the most boring

Ghosts don't sleep, and they don't feel sleepy, but I really want to sleep, but I will never fall into a dream again when I close my eyes.

I just stood by Zhou Mingkai's bed all night.

Zhou Mingkai's biological clock was very punctual, he got up at seven o'clock, he was in a good state of mind, and went to the kitchen after washing up.

He was very skillful and made two egg-filled pancakes.

Maybe he realized that he was the only one after he finished it, so he dumped one of the egg-filled biscuits into the trash can.That was my favorite breakfast in the past. When I saw him dumped into the trash can, I couldn't help feeling sorry for it. After all, it was food.

I sat at the dining table first, watched him pour out a glass of milk, sat across from me, and took a sip.

This is our previous fixed position.

Halfway through eating, his phone rang.

I had a hunch that it was a funeral report for him.

Sure enough, it was Fatty Wang's call.

Zhou Mingkai and Fatty Wang are not familiar. One is my boyfriend and the other is my best friend. They have never even had dinner at the same table, because Zhou Mingkai dislikes Fatty Wang as a vulgar car repairman, and Fatty Wang has a bad temper. I can't see Zhou Mingkai, the so-called elite.

Even saving each other's phone numbers is giving Lin me face.

When Zhou Mingkai saw the phone ringing, he picked it up.

"President Zhou, congratulations."

Fatty Wang's words made Zhou Mingkai a little confused, so he asked, "Congratulations?"

Fatty Wang’s sad laughter made me feel a little sad. He said, “Of course, congratulations to Mr. Zhou for getting rid of him. Xu Jiayang is dead.”

As soon as I said this, I immediately noticed Zhou Mingkai's expression.

In the end, he just smiled coldly, "This is his new trick? Why are you testing me? Do you still have him in your heart? You tell Xu Jiayang, if he really wants to die, please don't ask me to collect the body. I'm very busy."

Now I'm sure that Zhou Mingkai and I have a tacit understanding, you see, he doesn't want to collect my body, I didn't even leave the body, how considerate.

"Don't worry, Mr. Zhou," Fatty Wang said, "You have a lot of work, and Yangzi must have considered it, so he didn't leave the body for anyone to collect. On the railway track, once the train passed, there was nothing left."

I want to hate him, obviously he is scumbag, okay?

Zhou Mingkai said "this lie has no technical content" and hung up the phone, then put the phone aside and drank the remaining half glass of milk.

I looked at Zhou Mingkai who didn't even believe it, and laughed a little.

Just as I put down the cup, the phone rang again. I went over to see that it was Feng Tao, Zhou Mingkai's childhood friend and best friend.

I had a hunch again that this one was also here to report a funeral.

"What's the matter?" Zhou Mingkai asked.

Feng Tao said, "You still don't know? Just read the city news."

After Zhou Mingkai hung up the phone, he clicked on today's news. The title was: Youth lying on the rails, discussing the importance of decompression.Zhou Mingkai clicked in, accompanied by a video, which seemed to be a surveillance video.

I didn't even realize there was surveillance at the time.

Zhou Mingkai clicked on the video, it was very dark and not clear, but he could still see a white figure walking along the railroad tracks. The train was about to come, but he didn't dodge, but lay down casually, curled up in the There, it was like falling asleep.

I took a look, and it was quite shocking.

But Zhou Mingkai remained expressionless.

He dialed Feng Tao's phone number and said, "Everything is boring?"

Feng Tao asked, "Didn't you see it? That's Xu Jiayang. I can recognize him. His clothes look familiar to me. How could you not recognize him? Ming Kai, Xu Jiayang is dead!"

Xu Jiayang is dead.

Zhou Mingkai's hand holding the phone trembled, but only for a moment, without too much emotion on his face, he said: "It wasn't him, Xu Jiayang would not have committed suicide."

"What are you doing now?" Feng Tao didn't understand Zhou Mingkai.

"It's not him," Zhou Mingkai said and hung up the phone.

I really wanted to speak for myself, really me.

Zhou Mingkai got up and went to the kitchen to wash the kitchen utensils. I was sitting in the living room, and suddenly I heard the sound of a bowl falling from the kitchen, and then I saw him come out to find a band-aid.

A gash was cut on the index finger, and Zhou Mingkai searched for a long time but couldn't find a band-aid.

I especially want to tell that I have a Band-Aid in my nightstand.

Zhou Mingkai couldn't find it in the end, so he rinsed his fingers casually, and the blood was washed away. It was obviously clean, but he kept rubbing his hands at the faucet, washing them non-stop, until his hands turned red.

I took a look, and saw that he suddenly turned around and ran to the table in front of me, picked up his cell phone, and dialed Fatty Wang's number.

Zhou Mingkai's eyes were scarlet, and his expression was a bit unnatural.

"It's not Xu Jiayang, right?" He asked.

Fatty Wang was a little baffled by this call, and he didn't react for a while when he heard him ask this question.

Zhou Mingkai's tone was a little hasty, as if he was asking for some proof, "It wasn't him, right? How could he commit suicide? How could a person like him commit suicide? Did you conspire to deceive me?"

Fatty Wang understood what he meant, and taunted: "He is dead, he is dead, why are you...are you unhappy? Xu Jiayang is dead, you have no reason to be unhappy?"

Zhou Mingkai seemed to be unable to listen to what Fatty Wang was saying.

Xu Jiayang is dead.

The thought struck him like lightning.

He just keeps repeating over and over again, "It's not him, it's not him..."

I could see Zhou Mingkai's expression clearly. From disbelief at the beginning, to belief, to disbelief and unwillingness to believe, he was generally sad, and even the degree of sadness was much beyond my imagination.

I don't know why I was relieved.

At least, he didn't feel very happy when I died.

That's right, if Zhou Mingkai really threw champagne and held a party to celebrate my death, he might really make me so angry that I would die.After all, it is the one who once gave everything to love.

I saw that Fatty Wang had hung up the phone, but Zhou Mingkai still held the phone, repeating that it wasn't him over and over again.

I wondered, is it so unbelievable that I died?

I don't know how long it took, but Zhou Mingkai didn't take his mobile phone anymore, but just sat at the dining table with his eyes downcast, his eyes were scarlet, but there was no trace of tears.

He still said it wasn't him.

It's annoying to hear me as a ghost.

I seem to have found a good way to play, every time Zhou Mingkai said it wasn't him, I followed it up with me.

He took the trouble and I enjoyed it.

Zhou Mingkai, it was you who said you didn't love me, so please don't feel sorry for me, because everything is what you said and what you did.

I watched Zhou Mingkai just sit like this for a day and a night, without a drop of water, and even his movements didn't change, as if he was numb.Just when I thought he would continue to sit down like this endlessly, Feng Tao came.

Feng Tao kept knocking on the door but there was no answer. Finally, he called the unlocking company directly and opened the door after a long time of tossing. As soon as he entered, he saw Zhou Mingkai looking like he was dying.

"You..." Feng Tao didn't know what to say, so he had to give money to let the person from the unlocking company leave first, then sat next to Zhou Mingkai, and said, "Didn't you say you don't love him? You broke up! "

Look, Feng Tao said what I wanted to say.

Zhou Mingkai didn't speak.

"No one thought of his death," Feng Tao tried to enlighten, "Who would have thought that he would lie on the rails, and you didn't want to, and you also said that it was he who killed Teacher Lin, this is a present report, You don't have to worry about it."

Current World Report?

I laughed, what a present report.

"Don't think too much," Feng Tao patted Zhou Mingkai's shoulder.

Zhou Mingkai finally spoke, his voice a little hoarse.

He asked Feng Tao: "Is Xu Jiayang really dead?"

It's a question.

Zhou Mingkai's expression was a little strange. Feng Tao knew him for so many years and he knew that there was something wrong with Zhou Mingkai's reaction. At least he didn't seem to have seen Zhou Mingkai like this.He couldn't bear to say yes, but he couldn't deny it, so he could only nod his head to express yes.

I glanced at Zhou Mingkai, and I couldn't understand him.

Zhou Mingkai rushed out of the door suddenly, Feng Tao and I didn't realize it, and when we did, he had already disappeared at the door.

Feng Tao quickly followed and saw Zhou Mingkai's car coming out of the garage. He quickly opened the door of his own car. When I saw it, I also got into Feng Tao's car.

In fact, I hesitated between riding in a car or floating with the wind, but as a new ghost, I still didn't quite adapt to my situation, so I decided to get in Feng Tao's car, and feel a little bit more human.

I know where Zhou Mingkai is going, this route is to the railway track where I committed suicide.

Feng Tao parked the car behind Zhou Mingkai's car. I followed Feng Tao and saw Zhou Mingkai standing at the gate of an abandoned factory. This position was facing the section of the railroad track where I was lying on.

Standing there, Zhou Mingkai saw Feng Tao who was following him, pointed to the direction of the railroad track, and said, "This railroad track can go back to Liucheng, right?"

Yeah, this track goes back to Liucheng, which is why I chose this place.All the dreams about Zhou Mingkai in this life started in Liucheng, but they didn't end in Liucheng.In the end, I can only choose this railroad track and end all the meaningless stories in this life.

After all, Zhou Mingkai still knows me a little bit.

Feng Tao comforted, "The dead are gone..."

I especially want to knock on Feng Tao's forehead and say, the deceased is right next to you.

Zhou Mingkai just stood there, I don't know what he was thinking.

I never knew him, I have always recognized this, I didn't know him when I was alive, and I don't know what he was thinking when I was dead.

The two of them just stood like this.

After a long time, I seemed to hear Zhou Mingkai's low voice coming into my ears along the wind.

He seemed to be still saying, could it be, it wasn't him...

This time, I didn't have the energy to continue the sentence, it was me.