Lying in the arms of the senior brother wantonly

Today is the fourteenth of July, the anniversary of my grandfather's death.

Shen Gunian asked for leave from the proprietress of the coffee shop, got up in the morning and prepared the food that his grandfather loved during his lifetime, locked the door of the house, took the bus, and headed to Baisui Mountain.

Shen Gu Nian was an orphan, the grandfather who adopted him passed away due to illness not long after he reached adulthood.

Grandpa had no relatives, and he was very kind to Shen Gunian during his lifetime, with deep feelings. Shen Gunian, who had never cried since being adopted by his grandfather, cried loudly while holding his grandfather's body on the day his grandfather left.

With the help of his neighbors, Shen Gunian followed his grandfather's instructions before he died and buried him in Baisui Mountain.

After his grandfather died, Shen Gunian was the only one left to live in that tens of square meters house.

[Ding dong—the destination of Baisui Mountain ahead, passengers who want to get off, please bring your luggage and prepare to get off...]

Shen Gunian picked up the bag at his feet and got off the bus.

This is the second time he has come to worship after his grandfather passed away.

Not long after the first year of his grandfather's death, there seemed to be a fire in Baisui Mountain, and all the tombstones in the cemetery were moved to another place in Baisui Mountain.

"Hello, I want to ask..." Shen Gunian took out his mobile phone and asked the cemetery security guard where his grandfather's grave was moved.

After confirming the location, Shen Gunian thanked him and walked towards the cemetery.

He looked down at his mobile phone to record the route that the security guard said, turned up the stairs at the col, and then turned into the forested hillside.

The neat tombstone behind him, with Shen Gunian's walking position, became farther and farther away, and soon disappeared.

Shen Gunian went deeper and deeper. The Hundred Years Mountain is very large, and only a small area of ​​the mountain has been filled and leveled to be used as a cemetery. On the other side of the mountain, there is still a virgin forest.

"It's strange, it's here." Shen Gunian looked around at the surrounding bushes, and looked up at the sky that was tightly blocked by dense branches and leaves.

It was clearly broad daylight, but no light came into the forest, and the surrounding temperature was very cool.

Shen Gu Nian frowned, and his white shoes were also dirty with mud. Just as he was about to walk back, he suddenly found that there was a ladder going down beside him.

Shen Gunian suddenly realized, and carefully looked at the route given by the security guard, it turned out that he had taken the wrong route.

Thinking of this, Shen Gu Nian walked quickly to the stairs, and the dark forest branches and leaves behind him suddenly shook silently.

When Shen Gunian went down the stairs, he saw several tombstones, one of which belonged to his grandfather.

Shen Gunian's eyes were slightly red, he arranged the prepared sacrifices one by one, burned incense, and babbled about his life in the past year.

Shen Gunian was like a gossip, chattering a lot, until the sky was covered by dark clouds as if it was going to rain, Shen Gunian finished burning the paper bag, pursed the corners of his lips and said: "Grandpa, I will come to see you next time .”

The rain fell as soon as it was said, and there was no one around, and Shen Gunian didn't bring an umbrella, so the patter of rain fell very quickly.

When Shen Gu Nian was trotting, he accidentally slipped and fell, and knocked his forehead on a tombstone. A drop of blood dripped on the inscription "Jimo Qing" on the inscription of the deceased on the tombstone, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Shen Gunian didn't see this weird scene, he hurried out of the cemetery and got on the bus that just arrived, but his clothes were all wet by the rain.

Sitting in the car, Shen Gunian sneezed due to the cold air.

When he returned to his community, he found that he was top-heavy, with a stuffy and runny nose, and he had a cold.

At this moment, it was approaching evening, the sky was dark, and there were not many people around, so Shen Gunian ran into a pharmacy in the rain and bought some cold medicine.

After he came out, the heavy rain gradually turned into light rain, and the sky was still astonishingly dark.

Shen Gunian sniffed, and when he passed a dark alley, he suddenly stopped and looked away.

In the dark streets and alleys, the street lights seem to be broken, flickering, and a man is standing under the lamp, drenched in the rain.

Shen Gunian couldn't see the man's appearance clearly, but he always felt that he was staring at him. It felt weird, so without thinking about it, Shen Gunian trotted away.

After he left, the man under the street lamp suddenly disappeared.

When Shen Gu Nian returned home, he hurriedly took a hot bath, cooked some noodles and ate it for dinner, drank cold medicine and watched TV for a while, then yawned sleepily.

Shen Gunian rubbed his eyes and muttered: "This medicine is too effective..."

When he said this, Shen Gunian's eyes were so sleepy that he couldn't open his eyes. Stepping on his slippers, he turned off the light tube in the living room, closed the bedroom door, and slowly climbed onto the bed.

After the bedside lamp was turned off, the whole room was plunged into darkness, and the only light came from the street lamp outside the window.

The faint street lamp, weaker than the moonlight, shone tremblingly on the person who fell into a deep sleep on the bed.

The clock on the wall stopped at 11:30 at night.

There was still light rain falling outside the house, and the closed bedroom door was suddenly slowly opened.

However, there was no one outside the door, only the outline of furniture in the dim living room could be seen.

Something seemed to enter the room, and gently closed the door.

Shen Gu Nian, who was sleeping soundly, had the broken hair sticking to his forehead, as if blown away by the wind, revealing the small wound that was accidentally bruised in the morning.

Suddenly, a hand gently brushed the wound on Shen Gunian's forehead.

Originally, there was only Shen Gunian alone in the room, but a strange man suddenly appeared.

After the man appeared, the whole room was eerily quiet, and even the light that shone into the room became weaker, and almost no light could enter the bedroom.

Shen Gu Nian, who was sleeping soundly, suddenly turned over, kicked off the quilt on his body, and was wearing simple and loose cotton clothes and shorts.

Because of this turning over, the top was turned up, revealing a white and delicate waist.

The man's skin was very white, an unnatural dead white, his eyes were dark, and there was only a pool of stagnant water, but suddenly a stone was thrown into it, causing water ripples.

The man's eyes fell from his waist to Shen Gunian's feet. They were a pair of beautiful feet with round toes and healthy white.

Perhaps it was because the man's gaze was too hot, Shen Gunian's body trembled slightly, he rolled over and curled up, with his eyes closed, he reached out and groped for the bedding.

Suddenly, Shen Gunian unconsciously grabbed the man's hand on the bed. The man seemed to be startled by his scorching body temperature. Weiser shook his hand, but shook it back the next second.

Shen Gunian seemed to have a bit of a fever, and his body temperature was on the high side. He held the man's hand and rubbed it under his cheek. The cool temperature made him feel so comfortable that he couldn't help but sigh.

The man's eyes became more and more dangerous.

The curtain fell silently, blocking the last glimmer of light.

The man leaned over, his cold lips touched Shen Gu Nian's fiery lips.

Shen Gunian frowned slightly in discomfort, his lips parted slightly.

The temperature in the room became colder and colder.

However, Shen Gunian felt his body fluctuate from hot to cold while sleeping soundly, and the clothes around his waist were pulled up to his chest.

Shen Gunian was panting lightly, he could only open his mouth to breathe due to the cold, but found that he was even more suffocated.

The hands of the clock on the wall seem to have stopped.

Shen Gu Nian unconsciously opened his mouth and cried out in aggrieved voice: "It hurts..."

It seemed as if he had suddenly suffered a weight, and he was a little shaky.