No Misfortune Self-Help Guide

The white ghost took a step forward and came to Wu Mi's side.

He grabbed Wu Mi's shoulder and forced him to look at himself, "Wu Mi, can't you hear what I'm saying?"

Wu Mi's dilated pupils gradually became normal, and the voice returned to his ears.

The corners of his mouth drooped slightly, and he didn't look at the white ghost, "I can hear you."

No, it's not like that.

A pair of big hands covered Wu Mi's eyes, "Is it raining or snowing outside today?"

"snow."

Wu Mi lowered his head, besides hearing the white ghost's voice, he could even hear the strong heartbeat of the white ghost behind him.

It's not that he regained his hearing, but that after touching the white ghost, he can hear the voice of the white ghost.

Only his voice can be heard.

It's a wonderful feeling, and it's also a feeling of being at a loss.

Not because he was tired of hearing the voice of the white ghost, but because he was worried that the white ghost would abandon him like everyone else when he knew that he had other fatal flaws in his body besides his weakness.

After all, when everyone said that his life was not long and it was impossible to recover, only the white ghost told him that he would take him to the best pharmacist to cure him.

Wu Mi's spirit, which has lived in a silent world since childhood, is more sensitive and fragile than before, unable to withstand a little storm from the outside world.

Wu Mi blinked, feeling that the hand blocking the eyelashes from brushing up and down had finally moved away.

What disappeared together was the sound of the white ghost's heartbeat close at hand.

"..."

Wu Mi turned her head in panic, but only saw the white ghost's lips that had just been closed.

The white ghost watched in silence with his purple eyes wide open, as innocent as an abandoned little animal.

"That's the only way you can hear me, isn't it?"

The white ghost hugged Wu Mi from behind, and gently rubbed Wu Mi's face with his palm, dispelling all the panic and flinch that were caught off guard in his palm.

"It's okay, don't worry..."

The white ghost turned Wu Mi's body around so that he could look at him.

"Wherever I go, I will never leave you again."

I will not let you go back to that silent world alone.

A thin bloody rope spread out from the white ghost's fingertips, and wrapped around Wu Mi's left wrist several times.

"This is part of my body, protect it."

"I see."

Wu Mi raised her wrist and glanced at the red line, which was only thicker than a hair. She obviously felt that her emotions were too ups and downs today, but she was not the usual kind of rage and disgust towards her servants.

Facing the white ghost, Wu Mian only showed endless grievances, and all the pain and annoyance would only be spoken to him alone.

Obviously, they just met.

"It's late today, go to bed early."

The white ghost tapped lightly with his fingertips, and the two of them had arrived in a living room covered with bedding.

Wu Bingpu's lips moved slightly, "Go do your own thing, don't watch me sleep."

"Okay, I have something to call."

Wu Can watched the white ghost tap his fingertips again, and he was alone in the living room, but the red line on his wrist did not disappear, but seemed to be connected to other places, and he could no longer see it in the second half.

He lay down on the pillow, but this time he didn't feel sleepy.

Although he usually has a bad temper, he is not without brains. Why did he just agree to leave the maternity house this time after meeting... the ghost?

After much deliberation, Wu Mi simulated many situations of encountering other people, and found that he can make rational judgments and will not follow people at will, only the white ghost is different.

Only the white ghost can make him hear the voice.

Why, the only one who chose him?

The temperature of the Infinite Land is completely isolated from the winter outside, neither cold nor hot, Wu Mi felt that his condition seemed to be relieved after coming here.

He kept pressing the blood thread wound around his wrist, wondering what the white ghost was doing now?

Thinking of giving it a try, he whispered, "White ghost?"

"Can't sleep?"

There was a muffled voice coming from the blood line, which seemed to be from a long distance away, but in fact it was just the white ghost standing across the door asking softly.

"No, I just wanted to know if I could talk to you directly."

The voice of the white ghost was heard again.

After a while, Wu Mi touched the blood line again, "White ghost?"

"Do you need me to chat with you for a while?" This time, the white ghost appeared directly beside Wu Mi.

Wu Mi didn't expect the white ghost to come directly, he opened and closed his eyes, pretending to be calm and asked, "What do you want to talk about?"

"Are you congenitally deaf to hearing?"

"Ah."

"How old are you this year?"

"Seventeen."

……

The two fell silent at the same time.

What Wu Mi didn't expect was that Bai Gui didn't know anything about him and wanted to help him heal his illness. What Wu Mi didn't expect was that Wu Mi wasn't 16 years old when he first met him last time, but was [-] years old.

There are still five wisteria trees in the courtyard, and there are no traces of being cut down, and there are no traces of cherry blossom trees being planted. The white ghost thought that all this was just a new start from the encounter, but he never thought that this is a new reincarnation.

Brand new, without the will of the Ghost Slayer Squad, the new 17 years.

It was also a 17-year period of suffering from various illnesses after birth, which was even worse than before, and I could not even hear my voice.

Deafness... is that the price of the potion?

It's just that the price is not paid by white ghosts, but by human beings.

"I don't like seeing you like this."

I don't like the look of remorse on this face, the look that seems to have done something irreparable.

Wu Mi glanced away, not looking at the white ghost.

"I'm so sorry for letting you see..."

Before the white ghost could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Wu Mi.

"Why did you take me to a pharmacist to treat me?"

Wu Mi sat up, his fingers gripping the quilt were slightly white, he had no doubts about the truth of the White Ghost's claim to take him to the pharmacist, but he still had doubts deep down in his heart, why was that person him?

Why is it not a child of the royal family in Beijing, but the Ubuyashiki family who has no one to care about, is sick and deaf, and has a bad temper to the point of death?

What is it about him that attracts a ghost who has mastered a different dimension to be so heart-to-heart to him?

This is not because Wu Mi doesn't trust the white ghost, but because he doesn't trust himself.

Although he didn't behave too abnormally when we first met in the snowy night, but in the spiritual world, he has been standing on the cliff, and he will jump off the cliff by himself or pull others to jump with him. go down.

While longing to live, he was imprisoned in the maternity house, imprisoned in that silent world, living alone with a deeper and deeper inferiority complex.

The white ghost noticed this, but he couldn't tell Wu Mi those things.

How could he say cruelly in front of Wu Mi, that I have actually watched you die once?

"Wu Mi, do you believe in such illusory things as fate?"

The white ghost opened his arms, and in an instant, the sound of a strong heartbeat came to Wu Mi's ears.

"Why did I take you for treatment, why is it just you...because I only exist for you."

Wu Mi stared blankly at the white ghost, listening to the ubiquitous heartbeat resounding in his world.

"You exist only for me."

For Wu Mi, the most beautiful voice and the most beautiful words in the world are none other than this.

"Well, are you relieved?" The white ghost hugged Wu Mian and patted him on the back lightly.

There is no resistance, and no other messy thoughts, it is the most natural thing for the two to rely on each other.

"Relax."

Wu Mi's shadows hidden in the depths of his eyes slowly faded away, and he leaned on the white ghost's arms with peace of mind, "But I've seen all the pharmacists in the capital, where are we going?"

"The pharmacist in Kyoto is useless, so we will go to Osaka, to Hyogo, to any place."

"Can we go that far?"

"Yes, this infinite country will follow us."

"very nice."

This is something that Wu Mi never dared to imagine. A city and a whole country will follow their footsteps. No matter where they stop, there is "home" behind them.

For the white ghost, Wu Mi is unique, but for Wu Mi, the white ghost who can make him hear the voice is also unique.

When they met for the first time when Wu Mi was 16 years old, Wu Mi was complete, and so was the white ghost.

When they met for the second time when Wu Mi was 17 years old, Wu Mi was not only unhealthy, but even the world of five senses became incomplete, and Bai Gui blamed himself for this.

It's just that the white ghost thought that the medicine made him deaf, but he didn't know that it actually made "Wu Mi" lose his soul.

However, when they met, the incomplete parts fit together again.

"It's late today, it's time to rest."

The white ghost touched Wu Mi's head, the black hair under his palm was tightly curled, and felt a little fluffy.

"I want to hear your voice a little longer, Bai."

In fact, Wu Mi is also a little tired, but he still greedily wants to listen to Bai's voice for a while, whether it is the sound of breathing, heartbeat, or talking, it doesn't matter.

"Rest early now, I'll help you tie your hair tomorrow, how about it?"

"If you don't go to bed earlier, you have to help me tie my hair." Wu Mi said in a muffled voice, lying on Bai's shoulder.

"Are you kidding?"

"You brought me out, shouldn't you be responsible for my daily life?"

There was a helpless expression on Bai's face, Wu Mi's emotions were calmed down, but other aspects were obviously not enough.

"Then I can only promise you."

The corners of Wu Can's mouth finally rose a little, and he said aggressively, "Bai, sing me a song."

"I'm not good at this."

Although Bai had appreciated a lot of music, he only listened to it.

"Sing it, and I'll go to sleep when it's over, I've never heard singing before."

Hearing Wu Mi's words, Bai's heart softened.

The only thing Wu Mi had a chance to hear was Bai's singing.

He paused, recalling a few lyrics in his distant memory.

"If you are not chosen by God, then you can control your own destiny..." (Note)

Wu Mi sighed softly when he heard this similar but completely different tone, "Why are there only these few sentences?"

"What belongs to us and can be understood are only these fragments."

"Go to sleep, Wu Mi."

The author has something to say: Note: The lyrics come from "Reverberation Sange"

I have something to go out tomorrow, the update will be delayed by one day