"He Qing..."

Yan Rong stood up stiffly, looked down at the body of the man on the ground, and then looked at He Qing behind Yan Ze.

He also became a ghost?

But just now, did he disappear? under the sun.

Yan Rong's thinking was already confused. Bloody tears were on his face. He walked over to the man in a daze and reached out his hand, touching his pale face.

"He Qing, He Qing, great, you are still..."

He cried and laughed again, completely unpretentious, holding the man, his eyes full of excitement and joy.

"Sorry, it's my fault, it's me..."

Yan Rong murmured, but found that He Qing was expressionless and his face was motionless, like a living body.

The smile on his face slowly froze.

"He Qing..." The pale hand fell on the man's pale face. Yan Rong tried to squeeze out a smile. "You, don't be mad at you, otherwise, you beat me, scold me, don't ignore me ..."

But the man still didn't respond.

The bad hunch in Yan Rong's mind is getting heavier and he pushes He Qing lightly, without getting a response.

The man with a blank face didn't look at Yan Rong in front of him, even if he was willing to give his life for this man.

"He Qing..." Yan Rong panicked. He hugged the man and shook his hand to call him. "You wake up, wake up..."

He Qing's beautiful eyes stared straight ahead without any response.

Yan Rong stiffly followed his eyes and fell on Yan Ze.

The man was trying to wake the person on the ground at this moment, completely unaware that behind him, there was a soul watching him quietly.

Yan Rong watched Yan Ze get up in a panic, he ran out of the corridor, so He Qing also blushed and followed him and left here.

In the office, it seemed that only Yan Rong was left.

Why, He Qing will follow Yan Ze...

——

Yan Ze firmly believed that Yan Rong's ghost killed the man. After a brief sorrow, he rushed back to the house and stopped half of the time after packing up.

The He family has no other relatives, only He Qing has a single seedling. At this time, he suddenly died, and what family property he left behind?

The greed in his heart grew stronger, and Yan Ze slowly closed the suitcase in front of him.

His heart was beating fast and his face was flushed with excitement.

He's company is much better than theirs.

He has been working in the company and he knows what he knows. If he starts this time...

He shook his hand excitedly and took out his phone, "It's me, He Qing is dead, you are now..."

After distributing the order to take advantage of the opportunity, Yan Ze looked nervously at the room where no one else had himself. Seeing that there was nothing else but a breeze blowing in from the window, he put down a snack.

He went to find what he was looking for. He never knew that behind him, there was a pale man looking at him expressionlessly.

On the side of the cabinet, Yan Rong sat on the chair and looked at Yan Ze with disgusting eyes.

He didn't know why He Qing followed Yan Ze, but he never believed it was because He Qing liked this person.

He Qing, he likes him.

Even now, when looking at He Qing who will not react to himself, Yan Rong will still be empty.

He never thought that after the death of hate, there was such a person who planned for his rebirth in every possible way.

Now, this man has become a ghost. He is pale, unconscious, and will be scattered when he is exposed to the sun.

Yan Rong didn't know what to do for a moment, so he had to follow the man and follow him to the Yan's house.

With the sun, he pulled He Qing over and helped him block it with his body.

He has no memory, no matter what the man does, he is expressionless.

Yan Ze didn't know that there were two ghosts watching him quietly behind him. He nervously closed the doors and windows, and turned on all the lights, thinking he could be safe.

During this period, He Qing has been following him, always keeping a distance of half a meter.

Yan Rong couldn't figure it out. What the book said was that the soul followed the corpse. Why did He Qing follow Yan Ze.

Yan Ze was going to take a bath. He Qing opened his eyes and followed behind step by step. Yan Rong frowned violently and pulled the person back.

Fortunately, He Qing was not very persistent. He wouldn't go if he wasn't allowed to enter. He stood at the door and stared blankly at it.

"A Qing, can I call you A Qing..."

Yan Rong tentatively spoke to him, but of course he did not receive a response.

He didn't mind. He continued with a bitter smile. "Actually, when I was in school, I saw you the first time I liked it. When you looked like a little girl at that time, I like to play with the little girl."

"Later I knew you were Yan Ze's friend. I was angry. I knew you didn't know anything. You felt betrayed. I was always looking for trouble and looked down on you. At that time, you were very troubled..."

Ghosts don’t cry, but they can bleed. Yan Rong’s eyes are red, saying one by one, “If at that time, I will observe you carefully, maybe things won’t be like this now.”

He Qing could not hear what he said.

Yan Rong said tirelessly, and at the end, only three words were left.

"sorry Sorry……"

The door opened, and Yan Ze came out wrapped in bath towels.

Yan Rong looked at it, and looked at it shamefully.

He knew that He Qing wanted to resurrect him with the help of Yan Ze's body, and even spared his life.

Can be resurrected, is a person.

He never saw He Qing again.

He grabbed the man's cold hand, but He Qing shook his hand blankly and followed Yan Ze.

Only Yan Rong was left, standing stunned.

I feel sour and astringent in my heart, like everything, but nothing.

This lawless young master finally knows at this moment, the taste of being truly abandoned.

No matter how uncomfortable, he followed.

Looking at He Qing standing beside Yan Ze's bed, a pair of beautiful eyes hung down, as if looking at the person on the bed.

"A Qing, do you like him..."

Yan Rong reluctantly squeezed out a smile, trying to soften his voice, "Does he like him, so he followed?"

The book says that the soul will follow the corpse, and will follow what attracts itself.

He Qing took Yan Rong's soul away with his own blood, so what about himself?

Yan Rong does not believe that a person like Yan Ze can attract men, but there is no other reason other than this answer.

"It's ok……"

The bitterness in his heart is like a pot of thick Chinese medicine. Yan Rong still tried to smile and whispered, "I don't want to be a human, just follow you and look at you, do you say okay?"

Whether it was guilt or A Qing, Yan Rong couldn't figure it out.

But he knew that he wanted to look at He Qing, even if he was unconscious, he didn't know who he was.

He wanted to follow him and help him cover the sun.

Seeing that the man was still standing straight, Yan Rong stepped forward and took him to sit down, "Come and rest for a while."

Ghosts do not feel sleepy, 24 hours a day, for them it is really 24 hours.

Once Yan Rong felt too bored, but now he looked at He Qing without blinking, and the restless emotions seemed to have disappeared.

The man has no thinking now, and there is only one consciousness left in his mind. Following this person, he has his own things.

He couldn't remember exactly what it was or where to put it.

When the early morning sun shone in, Yan Rong took a man who did not know to avoid hiding in the corner, blocking the light with his body.

Yan Rong raised his head higher than He Qing. When he stood and looked down, he saw his beautiful eyes. His curled eyes did not move, like a carved figure. general.

Beauty, but no life.

He was so miserable that he lowered his head and dropped a kiss on the white, cold cheek.

"A Qing..."

He murmured, "When did you like me?"

Or maybe, when did he start avoiding him?

He Qing's eye tremor twitched, and the expression on his face remained unchanged.

"Okay, okay, I know."

"I will go to the funeral."

Yan Ze hung up the phone, and his expression was somewhat stunned.

It seemed that he had only reacted now, and He Qing actually died like this.

People who have been pursuing since high school are so dead.

In particular, he is most likely to protect himself from Yan Rong...

Yan Ze shook his hand and sat on the bed, blank in his head, not knowing what to do.

When I saw a photo on the table, I was scared to hold it.

That photo was taken with He Qing, and it has been kept well, thinking about waiting for someone to come home at a certain date, let him take a good look at his sincerity.

But at this moment, after the death of the person in the photo, he became horrified again.

Since Yan Rong can become a ghost, what about A Qing?

Will he become a ghost?

The more he wanted goose bumps on his body, he quickly retracted into the quilt and went to sleep, without turning off the lights all night.

Yan Rong was sitting next to the man, looking at Yan Ze's appearance, and sneered, "Being guilty."

After seeing the figure beside him, his eyes were full of tenderness.

【Ding! Yan Rong's favor: 99】

He Qing blinked lightly, [get it right away, this task can be really exciting. 】

Thinking about it, his eyes seemed to be inadvertently skipped by Yan Rong somewhere beside him, with some regrets, [It’s a pity, hey, hey. 】

The system does not know what he is regretting, and he is too lazy to manage, [please note the host, you still have two days to survive. 】

A ghost usually lives for three days and then disperses.

Of course, people like Yan Rong are different.

Yan Rong has been following He Qing all the time, watching him obviously unconscious and following Yan Ze's pale face, his heart full of pain.

By the third day, he should enter Yan Ze's body.

The ghost looked at Yan Ze, who was humming and shaving, and walked towards him.

He Qing looked at the scene with no expression on his face, and there was still no emotion in his eyes.

Yan Ze has done well recently, and Yan Rong has never appeared again. Although He Qing left his will and donated all his property, he also made a fortune from the operation, and now the old man also burped immediately, He family, immediately He is alone.

This is what he has been planning, shouldn't he be happy?

Shaving his beard, he suddenly thought of something, frowning and took out a shabby book from under the cupboard.

This book was left by the Heavenly Master who went to He Qing's house to drive out ghosts that day. Originally, 80,000 was sold to Yan Ze, but Yan Rong was scared to turn around and left, so the book stayed.

After he picked it up, he looked at it a few times. He felt that it was meaningless and he didn't move it again. It has been calm for a few days. This book can be thrown away.

Thinking, he was about to open the book, but behind him violently struck, and his neck was pinched by a cold hand, lifting him up.

"Uh--"

Yan Ze opened his eyes in horror, waving his hands desperately.

Obviously pinched his neck, but in front of him was empty.

Yan Rong!

Flashing through this sentence in his mind, Yan Ze struggled desperately, trying to escape.

"Yan, Yan Rong... let me go..."

As soon as he said this, Yan Ze, like the trash that was thrown, slammed into the wall. He coughed and slid down the wall.

As soon as he landed, Yan Ze shrank in the corner, staring at the empty surroundings with tears on his face.

He screamed almost frantically, "Don't you already kill He Qing! What are you doing for me!"

"Did I say that! He killed you, not me, not me..."

As he spoke, he picked up the book and waved in the air, trying to drive away ghosts.

Yan Rong's icy hands seemed to be playing with him.

He pinched his neck and let go before he was about to choke.

After so repeated, the familiar smell of urine once again filled the whole room. Yan Ze shuddered and begged for mercy. "Please, please let me go, please..."

"I burn incense for you, whatever you want, I will give it to you, please..."

But these words were useless to the ghost, and the surrounding chairs floated out of thin air, as if someone was grabbing and thrown on him.

Yan Ze screamed to escape, trying to escape and was caught back again.

By the end, he was completely desperate.

Seeing that he was about to be alive and dead, Yan Ze suddenly thought of what his eyes lighted, shaking his hand and turning over the book in his hand.

Ghosts are afraid of the sun.

Ghosts are afraid of light!

He desperately rushed towards the curtains and pulled it suddenly, the sun was shining in every corner of the room, and the invisible attack stopped.

Yan Ze breathed a sigh of relief and ran out in the sun.

He didn't know that these sunshine had no effect on Yan Rong at all. The reason why he didn't do it again was because he wanted to protect the people behind him.

Like holding the most treasured treasure, Yan Rong hugged He Qing, coaxing softly, "Don't be afraid, it's okay..."

"Don't be afraid if I protect you."

He took the hand of the expressionless man and took him to a place where the sunlight was not there. When he was about to close the curtains, he saw that Yan Ze was back.

His face was full of madness after fright. He left his hand with cooking oil and poured into the room desperately.

"Burn, burn you!"

Since he can burn Yan Rong once, he can certainly burn a second time!

The flame took off.

With the spread of oil, this time soon the entire room was covered with fire.

Yan Ze's face was full of madness, laughing wildly, and laughing at the sun in the room, "Come out, are you here!!"

A pair of cold hands fell on his neck, the smile on Yan Ze's face was completely frozen.

"what--"

He was ripped in and fell on the burning oil, screamed and rolled by the fire, and soon covered him.

"Help, help--"

Yan Ze shouted and shouted desperately, but no one could hear it.

He was finally able to feel the smell of being burned alive.

Yan Ze is dead.

Yan Rong stood beside him, watching him stop twitching and yelling, just like his body, becoming a scorched black color.

This was originally the opportunity for He Qing to prepare for him.

But he was resurrected, what should He Qing do?

"A Qing..." In a flame, Yan Rong took the man's hand and gently said, "I have been with you, okay?"

He Qing walked forward expressionless, Yan Rong was afraid that he would hit the sun, and quickly pulled him.

"Do you want to see Yan Ze? He is dead."

"Don't be angry." Yan Rong hugged the man with one hand, like a lover whispering, "Did I not say that before? We are a ghost lover, OK?"

"I can wait until you recover your memory, until you can accept my apology and forgive me..."

Yan Rong, who strangled the chance of resurrection by himself, smiled. He put the man’s slender hand on his lips and pecked gently.

He Qing didn't even look at him at all. He walked forward with a pair of legs. Yan Rong looked sad, protecting him from being exposed to the sun, and came to the bed.

The man who always followed Yan Ze with an expressionless face stiffly stooped down, his hands stroking by the bed, his face blank, but his hands were very anxious.

"A Qing, don't worry, A Qing."

Yan Rong didn't know what was wrong with him. He grabbed his hand in his arms like a child, and landed doubtfully on the bedside.

A moment later, he pulled out a paper bag, and inside it was a black notebook.

The name is written on top of it: He Qing.

Is this his thing?

Why is it here in Yanze?

The man who had not responded for a long time looked straight at the notebook and reached out stiffly, trying to get it.

It turned out that he always followed Yan Ze, not because of him, but because of this notebook.

In the end, what's inside.

Yan Rong opened the first page.

Inside, there is only one sentence.

[What to do, I seem to like a man, his name is Yan Rong. 】

There is no date, no time, only such a short sentence.

Yan Rong shivered and continued to turn down.

[He is a very good person, always smiling, always caring about others, if I can be friends with him, how good it should be...]

——That is Yan Ze's hair is small, hey, looks like a lady.

[He likes playing very much. I also learned to play, but he didn’t play well and was laughed at by him, which made me sad. 】

——Will you play? Hahaha, look at him.

[Does he hate me because of my appearance? 】

[He said I laughed, like a girl, he hated me like this. 】

No, it's not.

Yan Ronghong stared, his fingers reached the point of whitishness.

[If I try not to laugh anymore in the future, will he have a good impression on me? 】

The cold man, He Zong, who saw him smile forever, turned out to think so.

[Yan Ze said that he had a girlfriend, and he was bored. I didn’t know why I wanted to go to him. He said that he hated men like me the most. 】

[He said, seeing me was uncomfortable. 】

[He said, want me to go. 】

[Then he left. 】

[Go abroad, never come back. 】

Not like this, not like this...

Yan Rong knelt on the ground, a drop of blood-red tears dropped on the ground, and soon disappeared.

It turned out that he...

He Qing's favorite person is him...

A pair of pale cold hands stretched out, obsessively trying to take the notebook from the ghost's arms.

It has no memory, no consciousness, but subconsciously feels that this is something very important to itself.

It seems to have been looking for this thing for a long time.

Yan Rong let go, staring at it, hugging the book, and for the first time a look on his face, a small, contented smile.

His eyes were bright and he walked towards the sun.

"Do not--"

At the moment of exposure to the sun, the book fell to the ground, and the man disappeared.

"Don't, don't--" Yan Rong crawled over on his knees, his hands groping on the ground, "A Qing, A Qing, you come out..."

"I just got it, I just got it..."

"A Qing--"

Surrounded by blazing flames, he knelt in the middle with blood and tears in his face.

【Ding! Yan Rong favors: 100, please host out of the world, next world, vacation world. 】

Yan's family was burned clean. Grandpa Yan lost his last son. Not only did he not feel sad, he also clapped in the hospital to celebrate.

He did not dispose of this abandoned building, and left it alone.

After many years, the Yan family no longer exists, and finally someone stepped into the building.

There were ruins and dust everywhere. He looked at a book on the ground and walked strangely.

Why is this book so clean?

Open the first page.

No ghosts in the world?

Is it the core values ​​of scientism?

In the corner, Yan Rong held a black notebook and leaned against the corner of the wall, with a pair of red eyes staring at the sun outside.

The book says that ghosts can only live for three days.

He was replaced by He Qing, so the man who loved him died.

That man he loves is dead.

Yan Rong is not a ghost, nor a person. He is not afraid of sunlight and does not need sleep.

Therefore, he wanted to die, and he couldn't die.

Like a stiff and rotten corpse, staring at the sun all day long.

The smell of sunshine, regret it...

——

"What are you doing in this early morning?"

He Qing turned over and got out of bed. Hearing someone asking him, he confidently picked up the flower in his hand and showed it to his roommate. The smile on his face was very flat, "confession!"

Seeing this young master running away, he thought he was handsome before he left, and the roommate turned over with a terrible look and planned to continue to sleep.

He Qing has a handsome family and good grades. He has no shortcomings except for being short, white and tender.

It stands to reason that such a person should be a schoolboy even if he is not a schoolboy, but he is not very popular among women.

At first, it was still very good.

After He Qing fell in love with a school sister at first sight, things started to become wrong.

He looks good, dresses well, and has a sincere attitude. After a few days of hanging up, the school sister agreed happily.

I thought that a very beautiful sister-in-law relationship was about to be staged. Anyone knows that on the third day, the school sister announced that she would break up and severely accused He Qing in public.

Outspoken is his fault! Rogue! Pervert!

On that day, He Qing came back out of nowhere, and the roommates couldn't bear to see him like this, kindly asked him what he had done wrong, to see if he could help find a way to remedy it.

"I don't know, just right now, suddenly I turned my face..." He Qing was drinking beer, crying wildly.

The roommates were rushing to appease, thinking that he had been hurt this time. In the future, a few brothers will take care of it.

The next day, under everyone's worried eyes, He Qing slapped her head down to go to class, and happily ran back in the afternoon.

The joy in his face was like a puppy with a bone, and the roommate asked him, "What's wrong? Is there something good?"

"Sister Xue is not angry anymore?"

"No, no!" He Qing laughed out of a small dimple and announced happily, "I have someone I like!"

The roommates looked at each other, and the scene fell into embarrassment.

It seems that He Qing just started a few days ago. He Qing went out and came back.

In the end, it was the dormitory boss who asked, "Qing, who do you like?"

"It's our class, it looks pretty, I love her at first sight!"

There was silence again in the bedroom.

A few days ago, when He Qing liked her sister, it seemed to be the same.

Everyone remained fascinated, watching He Qing like a hardworking bee, happily turning over his wallet and going out to buy gifts to confess.

Before I left, I compared my heart, "Everyone waits for good news for me, it's becoming an invitation to eat!"

The next day, he happily invited all the dormitory people to dinner.

On the third day, everyone was sitting together and drinking, He Qing was crying with a white and tender face, and her eyes were weeping, "Why, why did she break up with me..."

"Woo woo woo what I did wrong..."

"Green, where there is no fragrant grass in the world, why do you love a single flower, come, drink and drink."

Everyone thought it was just an accident, but as time passed slowly, they accepted He Qing's death again and again from surprise to calm.

He is sincerely passionate about every relationship, and he buys this and that for the girls, carrying bags to go shopping, it is a super good boyfriend.

But every relationship ends without ending.

If you meet a girl who worships gold, maybe it will last for a long time. Unfortunately, Qingqing is so good. Every time she sees a girl, she sees money like dung, so every time he breaks up, he must be smashed by the things he bought.

"Who scarce your money! Break up!"

Every time he looked back at He Qing with a sad face and a sad face, the largest Northeast roommate sighed and took out the medicinal liquor and handed it to him, "Qing, don't toss about it, and now you say you're in trouble."

"Ooooooooo I won't like someone anymore..."

This sentence was spoken by He Qing last week.

And now, less than five o'clock in the morning, their little roommate who grew up in the sugar bowl, once again happily confessed.

Go, go, anyway, he will definitely not succeed.

Now campuses say He Qing is a scumbag man. Whoever promises to see someone who loves one. Last time, the girl who learned to be a bachelor was probably never gossip before, so He Qing picked up a bargain.

This time, he was afraid that he was not so lucky.

————

He Qing fell in love with a girl.

That girl is not the same type as he used to.

She looks a little dark and a little tall, and she has a sharp short haircut. Although the facial features are a bit masculine, she smiles but makes He Qing feel like a flower is blooming, and the tall man is nothing. Anyway, his mother said he It will grow taller, when the two stand together, how right they are.

It was a coincidence that He Qing fell in love with this girl. He was suffocated by urine one morning, and he was confused to go to the toilet. As a result, the dormitory stopped water.

So he had to put on his clothes and planned to go to the teaching building. On the way, he met the black girl.

Said it is black, in fact, it is more like wheat, but He Qing did not want to get the name, black girl is always better than wheat girl.

She was evenly dressed, wearing a pink jacket, and was running slowly on the track, just next to He Qing.

With the headphones on, the black girl inadvertently raised her eyes to meet He Qing. With just one glance, he felt the feeling of being in love.

He stood dumbly on the runway and watched the girl running round and round, not bothering to ask for a phone call.

In the end, his almost exploding bladder drove him to the teaching building.

After waiting, the girl was gone.

Solved the physical problems. The teenager with an empty stomach stood confused on the playground and touched his stomach to the cafeteria.

Then, today, he was fully prepared, holding a bunch of flowers, and rushed to the floor.

The black girl was indeed running, running lap by lap.

He Qing pursed her lips embarrassedly, moved in small steps, and under the girl's suspicious eyes, handed the flowers over, and said in a small shy voice, "I like you, can we be together?"

The girl took off the headphones, revealing a magnetically nice male voice, "Sorry, what did you just say?"

The teenager was dumbfounded.

He stood stunned, watching the big brother take the rose curiously, bowed his head and sniffed, "For me?"

"I, I think you are too tired to run, so... send you flowers to make tea..."

He Qing stiffly touched the corner of his mouth, "Then, brother, I'm going first. Come on, run slowly."

Zuo Feng looked at the white-looking young man running away as if chased by ghosts, looking down at the flowers in his hand.

rose Tea? Thanks to him.

Putting the flower on the side of the tree branch, he put on the headphones and continued to run.

She shouldn't wear the clothes sent by Zuo Xue's girl, and was treated as a girl again.

Zuo Feng is not angry, anyway, he is used to it.

He looked pretty since childhood, and was always dressed up as a girl when he was young. When he grew up, he thought it would be better. He didn't expect facial features to be biased towards girls, or pretty.

Coupled with his good figure, even if he wears men's and men's shoes, he is always mistaken as a woman and has been confessed by men from small to large.

Like He Qing, as long as there is a voice.

However, this kid is quite funny, and still makes tea.

【Ding! Zuo Feng's favor: 10, please continue to work hard, why?

The teenager pushed open the door in a trance, sitting on the boss's bed, taking advantage of the morning spirit to hide in the bed and see, um, the Northeastern man was almost not scared, opened the quilt and looked over.

"Brother..." He Qing grimaced, "I'm in love again..."

The boss suspended the mobile phone and took the usual comfort. "It's okay, there are thousands of girls in the world.

Not to mention that the girl is okay. When it comes to the girl, the grievances in the young man's heart are tens of thousands!

He mourned with tears, "He is a man..."

"What stuff?"

Another week later, after watching the teenager rushing to announce that he had a girl she liked and took out her wallet to buy gifts, the Northeastern man worried for a week before letting go.

It's good if it's not bent, it's good if it's not.

By the school lake, the teenager shyly held flowers and came to the long-haired girl who was sketching.

She is drawing the back of a girl. It looks like it is half drawn.

This time He Qing was very vigilant, "That, hello..."

The girl turned around, showing a beautiful face, smiling politely, "Hello."

He Qing was relieved to hear the crisp and nice girl's voice, and he cast a shadow on him last time.

He carefully passed the flower forward, "I like you, can we be together?"

There was a trace of surprise in the girl's eyes. He Qing watched her reaction nervously, and her small heart thumped.

He thought, this is the heartbeat of love!

Zuo Feng, who is being asked by her sister to be a model, pulled the wig over her head and stood up, frowning.

Want to chase his sister? He wants to see who...

Then, I met the teenager with a horrified look.

Black, black girl!