Mr. Si and his bellflower lover

Mr. Si is not superstitious. He studied law at university and has always believed in materialism.But since five years ago, he began to hope that there are ghosts in the world.

"July and a half?" Mr. Si said to himself, searching the computer for a solution to hell.This won't work, and that won't work either.He tried all of these, and he couldn't see even half a ghost.Even water is the medium of the soul, he has tried it...

That feeling was really uncomfortable. He lay in the bathtub, submerged himself in the water, and tried to see everything outside the clear water with his sore eyes, but unfortunately, there was nothing.

The water poured into the nasal cavity, Mr. Si blinked, and the transparent liquid mixed into the water.He thought, just sleep like this, okay?When you wake up, you can see Zhuang Yufeng.He didn't want to go down alone, the water was cold, and people were also cold.That person's departure took away all his warmth.

Go to sleep... Mr. Si closed his eyes, and lay down in a warm embrace in a trance. At that time, they had just lived together, and the two had quarreled in every place of the house, including the bathroom.

"What do you want to buy such a big bathtub?" Zhuang Yufeng purposely put on a straight face.

What about him then?Mr. Si recalled with difficulty, as if suffocation affected his thinking.Oh, remember, he said with a smile at that time, "I want to be you."

In the end, Zhuang Yufeng personally expressed in this bathtub who is who.

Mr. Si suddenly wanted to laugh, that person was really naive.Regardless of the next day's meeting, I went crazy with him until midnight.They also discussed how to use the bathtub scientifically.Promised to try it out next time.What about next time?

Mr. Si tried hard to remember, oh, there will be no next time.

That person is gone.Mr. Si once thought that the saddest thing in the world was not being in love.It was only later that I realized that it was gone.

In his memories, he frantically digs every bit of them, his every frown and smile.However, no matter how they recall, they only have the past and no future.

"Yu Feng..."

Mr. Si curled himself up.

I'll go find you, okay?

I'm so tired, I want them to go down to be buried with you one by one, but I can't, will you blame me.

"Yebai..."

In a daze, Mr. Si heard Zhuang Yufeng's gentle voice, feeling helpless and spoiled.

It was the helplessness every time he played tricks on that person, the laugh when he was suddenly blindfolded while reading documents, and the pampering of that person when he held Zhuang Yufeng's arm every morning and refused to enlarge the boss to go to work.

It was also like the contented murmur when he confessed his love back then.

Large streams of transparent liquid gushed out from the corners of his eyes, almost draining all his tears in the past five years.

Mr. Si felt that he was light and light, probably dead.I opened my eyes hopefully, but I couldn't see anything, the surroundings were dark, and there was no one there.

"Zhuang Yufeng—"

The sound of despair broke the water, and Mr. Si had already sat up and supported the bathtub, coughing violently. The water stimulated the mucous membranes sorely, but Mr. Si couldn't feel it anymore.

There was no familiar voice in my ears, and there was an empty mass of air in my wrinkled hands.

Mr. Si fished himself out of the bathtub and looked at the man in the mirror, dressed in a suit but in a state of distress.

He was wearing a suit and thought he could see him.

Mr. Si touched the corners of his lips with his fingers, pursed a familiar arc, and said with a wry smile, "I seem to...be more and more like you."

He used to laugh at the old cadre's prudish smile many times, but now, he will too.

The young man who could smile with his eyes disappeared five years ago.

He was buried in the cemetery with Zhuang Yufeng's serious smile.

He took off his wet suit, slept, worked, met with two parties, and sorted out three case files.

Just like after every failure, Mr. Si sometimes wonders if he is almost schizophrenic, the normal him, and the him who misses Zhuang Yufeng crazily.Divided into two, one in charge of the day and one in charge of the night.

July and a half...

Mr. Si was a little dazed, and then put away those memories, turned his eyes back to the screen, and carefully studied the possibility of a ghost in July and a half.

At this moment, Liang Muqin knocked on his door suddenly, "Si Dazhuang, are you free tonight?"

"No." Mr. Si said without raising his head.

"That's right, I guess you won't participate in this kind of feudal superstition." Liang Muqin shrugged.

"What did you say?" Mr. Si stood up abruptly.

Liang Muqin was taken aback, and stammered: "Yes...there is a ghost festival party..."

"I'll go." Mr. Si closed the computer, he decided to take a day off today.

***

"Are you a little crazy?" Liang Muqin asked with a dry smile.He was ready to be ridiculed by his friends.

What the hell is going on in the brain to agree to participate in this kind of bloody activity.

A group of them were dressed in black, white shoes on their feet, and black hats on their heads. They followed a black cat on the legendary ghost road.

"Crazy?" Mr. Si gave him a suspicious look, and didn't tell his friend that he had done even crazier things.

Liang Muqin breathed a sigh of relief. You must know that he was also afraid of Mr. Si's poisonous tongue. He looked at him while thinking, "Hey, let me tell you, you haven't worn this outfit a few times, have you? I saw you dressed like this after drinking a wedding." Pass."

Unlike the others in casual clothes, except for the black hat that doesn't fit well, Mr. Si looks like a bridegroom walking out of a wedding scene.

"Really?" Mr. Si straightened his collar, his voice drifted away in the air, "If you really want to get married, you'd better not receive my invitation."

"What... what..." Liang Muqin just wanted to hold him back and ask.

The black cat in front suddenly stopped, and screamed into the air, all the voices were quiet for a while, and the air gradually became misty, and everyone's hairs stood on end for a while.

"Hey, don't go there." Liang Muqin said anxiously, he knew that his friend didn't believe this, but there are some things that he would rather believe than not believe.

Mr. Si quickened his pace and said, "I'm going home to sleep."

Passing through the crowd, Mr. Si walked straight into the mist.

"Crazy...crazy..." Someone murmured.

***

Is this considered to have entered the gate of hell?

Mr. Si was a little dazed, the mist cleared, the surrounding scenery didn't change much, and there were more people, but he didn't find out whether they were people or ghosts after careful inspection.

"Boy, do you want to buy something?"

Mr. Si walked over, and it was an old man who was hawking.

Still thinking, a red string was stuffed into his hand, "The young man is so handsome, he has a sweetheart at first sight, take this as a gift to his sweetheart."

Red string?Mr. Si suddenly wanted to laugh. It seemed that he and Zhuang Yufeng had never done such a naive thing.

"how much is this?"

The old man pointed to his pocket, "Just one."

Mr. Si took out a wad of money from his pocket, and suddenly froze. His wallet was ordered by Liang Muqin to be placed in the office, and what was bulging in his pocket was a wad of coins.

"Boy?"

The old man snapped his fingers, and the top Ming coin burned.

Mr. Si stared at him blankly.

Suddenly asked, "Can this red rope hold ghosts?"

"Otherwise, do you still want to tie people down?" The old man was amused, "Human ghosts have different paths, and human ghosts have different paths. Young man, don't be obsessed with your obsession. There are plenty of good female ghosts."

"Is there one that can tie people down?"

The old man stared at him for a while, and suddenly realized that something was wrong.

But Mr. Si stubbornly pressed his booth, "I have one that can tie ghosts, but I also need one that can tie people."

***

It was the first time that Mr. Si felt sorry for money. Although Ming coins were worthless, he carried so much on him, and a red string that a person could carry cost him a small half of Ming coins.

Squeezed into the bustling crowd, Mr. Si suddenly became happy, and he could giggle for a long time when he saw the red rope that was incompatible with his suit.

"hurry up."

Mr. Si couldn't dodge in time, a little girl bumped into his knee.

"Little sister?"

The little girl looked up at him, pursed her mouth, "The gate of hell will close in a few hours, but I haven't played enough yet."

Is it going to be closed?Mr. Si pinched another red string in his pocket, and pursed his lips.

Thinking of this, Mr. Si cheered up again.In fact, it's also very good. It's the first time he's been so close to him in so many years.With any luck, they still breathe the same air.

Oh, forgot, ghosts don't need to breathe.Mr. Si corrected himself blankly.

"How much does it cost to play this?"

Mr. Si looked at the ferrule, he hadn't played with this kind of thing for a long time.

They were not together at that time. During the campus garden party, he bought ten hoops to support his classmates’ stalls, but he didn’t hit any of them. When he was about to throw the last one, a hoop suddenly slipped into the hoop. Slender and beautiful palms.

There was a faint smile in the man's eyes, "You've got me."

After such a long time, Mr. Si can still remember the mood at that time.

Bang bang bang.

It's too foul for someone I like to say such Su Su words to me.

As if thinking of a good memory, Mr. Si also picked it up lightly recently, but he missed the first one again.When I aimed for the second time, I felt that the brim of the hat seemed a little too in the way.

Just as he was about to take off his hat, a hand suddenly pinned the top of his head.

"Yang Qi will be vented."

Mr. Si turned his head, he was wearing a black suit, but his face was covered with a white mask.The lawyer's professional habits made him look at the person in front of him, and his eyes fell on his waist. Mr. Si hesitated and said, "Are you a ghost?"

"Ah."

Mr. Guichai seemed to have no intention of fussing with him about his sneaking into the ghost market, but just stared at him and refused to let him take off his hat.

Mr. Si's second hoop still missed.

Strong arms looped from the back of his shoulders to the front of his body, pinching the iron ring in his hand.

"I come."

Except for the hoop he threw away, the rest of the hoops are in the hands of Mr. Guicha with perfect accuracy.

When the last one is left.

The ghost guard looked at Mr. Si, and said in a cold voice, "I'll teach you."

Mr. Si's breathing was almost stagnant, and the pores of his whole body seemed to be opened, and every place was filled with the cold smell of ghosts.

The slender fingers led him to pinch the iron ring, and the iron ring was lifted to the level of his eyes.

There was a ghostly voice next to my ear, "Three o'clock and one line, use your wrists hard, don't use your fingertips..." There was only a voice, but no breathing.

Forgot, ghosts are also ghosts.Ghosts have no temperature and no breath.

"Thank you." Mr. Si was very satisfied, he hugged a bunch of spoils.

What they both smashed together was a pair of villains.

Mr. Si couldn't tell what material it was made of, but he thought it looked good. One looked like him, and the other looked like Mr. Zhuang, so he tucked it in the belt of his suit happily.

"It's fine if you like it." Mr. Guichai nodded reservedly.

The corners of Mr. Si's mouth curled up, as if he was joking with an old friend: "Can you give me anything I like?"

Mr. Guichai didn't answer him, but turned his eyes away, "The gate of ghosts is about to close, you should go back."

"This is not where I should be, is it?" Mr. Si raised his eyebrows.

Mr. Guicha seemed to be a little stupid, and he didn't make a sound, but he didn't continue to chase him away.

Mr. Si hooked his shoulder, "Anyway, I can't find the person I'm looking for, so you can go shopping with me."

After a while, the ghost messenger answered.

"I want to live here. There are so many delicious foods." Mr. Si, a gourmet eater from all dynasties, wanted to untie a button.

Mr. Si felt that the doctor who diagnosed him with anorexia must be a quack doctor. Didn't he eat a lot?

Mr. Guicha didn't move his mouth, just watched him eat. Only when Mr. Si forced him to open his mouth, he pushed up the mask, exposing his beautiful thin lips, and ate what Mr. Si fed.

In the sound of asking whether it is good or not, he said helplessly: "I am performing official duties."

In return, Mr. Si smiled proudly and raised his eyebrows at him, "Does anyone dare to complain to you?"

Mr. Guicha was dumbfounded.

Now, Mr. Si laughed even more arrogantly.

"Is there a performance over there?" Mr. Si felt that the life of ghosts was quite rich.

Regardless of Mr. Guicha's dissuasion, Mr. Si paid the viewing fee, and Mr. Si dragged Mr. Guicha up to the tall building.

"Is that a real fox demon?" Mr. Si opened his mouth wide, and the female ghost on the stage was scratching her head and posing with nine fox tails.

"Fake." Mr. Guichai's voice was still cold.

"what?"

"Only low-level female ghosts will dance here." Mr. Guichai suddenly became more talkative, "The real ghost fox is much prettier than her."

"How beautiful?" Mr. Si touched his shoulder and asked him to describe it.

The ghost guard pondered for a while, and finally dropped a sentence, "It's not good-looking, don't look at it."

After eating delicious food, watching performances, and by the way, I argued that male ghosts and female ghosts in the underworld, including foxes, are not good-looking.

Mr. Si is satisfied.

"Big brother, let's buy flowers, I'll give it to the beauty next to you..." The little girl's voice slowly dropped.

Mr. Si turned his head to look at Mr. Guicha on his left, with a cold aura and a terrifying faceless mask.

He grabbed the little girl who was about to run away, "I'll buy as many flowers as you have left."

Mr. Guicha looked at him, as if he wanted to stop him, but in the end he didn't make a sound.

Mr. Si exchanged the remaining coins for a basket of fiery red flowers.

"What do you buy flowers for?"

Mr. Guichai's voice was muffled.

Mr. Si smiled, "I'm here to find someone. I'm already wearing a suit. How can I be short of flowers?"

The two walked along this road for a long time, but the taciturn Mr. Guicha was able to pick up every word of Mr. Si.They walked to a beautiful lake, far away from the crowd, and Mr. Si looked at his palm which gradually became solid.

I gave the flower plug in my arms to Mr. Guichai, "I gave it to you."

"Hey, is the treatment in the underworld good?" Mr. Si curled a long hair in front of his forehead, "In case I don't want to be a lawyer someday, I can change my job to be a ghost messenger."

Mr. Guichao was silent.

It took a while to make a slightly hoarse voice, "That little girl sold the wrong flowers, so she didn't sell any of them before you."

"Flowers don't see leaves, but leaves fall to see flowers." Mr. Guicha hugged the flower basket tightly in his arms, "This is not a flower for a lover."

"The other shore flower?" Mr. Si touched the fiery red petals with his hand, "I've heard of you for a long time."

"It's unlucky." Mr. Guicha paused every word.

"I'm not afraid of bad luck." Mr. Si looked at him. "I even dared to break into ghosts. The old people said that seeing ghosts is bad luck. But I think it's better to be bad luck."

He took out the dolls standing side by side in his pocket, pointed to one of them with a blank face and introduced to Mr. Guicha: "My wife is very similar to him, he doesn't like to talk, and he doesn't laugh no matter how funny he is, he is serious..."

"But, he treats you badly." Mr. Guicha escaped his reason with his fingers, and wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes with his thumb.But when the tears touched his fingertips, the tears formed into ice beads.

He saw it, and Mr. Si saw it too.

"He's a jerk, forget about him, don't come again."

Mr. Guichai wanted to retract his hand, but his palm was blocked, and the other palm did not let go even though it was shivering from the cold.

Mr. Guicha heard Mr. Si gritted his teeth and said, "He's a bastard."

Mr. Si grabbed a Bana flower with one hand, and scattered the fiery red petals in the air.

"But what can I do to love him?"

Mr. Si let go of his hands and stood up straight, as if he wasn't the one who lost his composure just now. He looked at the frost-free dial and shrugged, "It's about time."

"I...see you off." Mr. Guichai's voice seemed to be suppressing some emotion, and he put his hand back into his belt. The crystal ice bead on his fingertip seemed to still have a trace of warmth.

The petals fell on Mr. Guichai's mask, seeming to stain him with a touch of glamour.

When Mr. Si saw it, he couldn't help laughing, "Thank you for staying with me for so long tonight. If you are complained, I can be held responsible."

"You got petals here." Mr. Si moved closer and brushed off the petals on the other side with his fingers.

It seemed to be a coincidence that Mr. Guichai's mask was pushed up, revealing his thin lips that were bloodless but still beautiful.

"Your reward." Mr. Si squeezed his chin and offered his own.

Mr. Si felt an inexplicable heat on the ice-cold lips. He tried to pry his lips with the tip of his tongue, but the ghost was a stubborn ghost, and he could only taste it.

Maybe it's been a long time, or maybe he hasn't kissed for too long, Mr. Si just feels groggy.

A firm and powerful arm embraced him, and Mr. Si clearly saw the familiar face under the mask before he fell into a coma.

Zhuang Yufeng put his arms around the trespasser who came to look for his lover, looked at the sky, and showed a helpless smile.

The time is up, the gate of hell is closed.

July and a half is over.

***

"Master Zhuang."

Zhuang Yufeng almost nodded at the little ghost, "I'll send him back, you go and check if there are any ghosts lingering in the world."

"Third Master..." The little ghost guard looked at Third Master Zhuang who had rarely left his post without authorization, hesitant to speak, but he felt relieved when he heard the words wafting in the wind——

"...Remember to clear the memories that should be cleared."

***

Zhuang Yufeng's hand rested on his face, and touched his lips again, kneeling half-kneeling by the bed and gently licking his lips, "I kissed, don't write me down in your little book gone."

"OK?"

Si Yebai didn't respond to him, but just refused to let go of his wrist.

He should have been invisible, yet this person can still be held so firmly.

"Little fool."

Zhuang Yufeng did the same thing when he remembered that man's confession, he was obviously the captain of the school's debate team, but he stuttered because of nervousness.

At that time, he said confidently, "If I am a fool, you are an asshole, evil-hearted, watch me nervous and don't tell me that you like me too."

Zhuang Yufeng looked down at the red rope in his hand, feeling a little helpless, and didn't know what he brought up, but his lover was always very smart, so he might have recognized him at the first sight.

Zhuang Yufeng put the two wrists with red strings together, a little regretful that it would be nice if there were cameras in the underworld.

"Don't be so stupid in the future. Hell, it's unlucky. Your life will be shortened. Your life is so long, so live well."

Zhuang Yufeng cruelly untied the red rope from his wrist, thought for a while and tied it on his own hand.

Two red ropes are tied between his wrists.

"No matter how long, I will wait for you." Zhuang Yufeng rubbed his nose with his fingers.

Si Yebai sneezed and wrinkled his nose childishly, "...you bastard, you're messing with me again."

In fact, this is the same as what Zhuang Yufeng does every night. Every time Zhuang Yufeng finishes his business, he will quietly look at his sleeping face, except that there is an extra memory in their minds that should not exist.

It's a pity that the time has really come, and the night is getting brighter.

He took out the gadgets that Si Yebai carried all the way in his arms, like a parent arguing with a child, "I'll keep these for you first, and you can ask me for them later, if you're not good, I won't give them to you."

The night was gradually replaced by day, and a light kiss fell on his forehead.

"Have a good dream."

What Zhuang Yufeng didn't see was that Si Yebai opened his eyes in a daze, took out a small notebook from the bedside, and wrote it crookedly.

July [-]th, Ghost Festival.

The big bastard owes me a kiss.

But he left his official duties to accompany me.

Better forgive him.

The notebook five years ago was densely packed, and it was the stingy Mr. Si who wrote down what Zhuang Yufeng owed each time.

But it was empty for five years.

The sun gradually rises, taking away things that do not belong to the world.

***

"Where did you go last night?" Liang Muqin spread out on Mr. Si's desk with a dejected face, "Did you really go home and sleep? Didn't anything strange happen?"

Mr. Si closed the notebook calmly, "What can happen to me?"

Liang Muqin saw that he was in high spirits, so he let it go.

He took out a folder, "Here are the materials you want, Zhuang Meier's."

"Thank you, I'll treat you to dinner tonight." This was really a surprise, and Mr. Si took the folder.

Liang Muqin waved his hand, "My mother asked me to go home and take a bath with grapefruit water." When he slammed the door of his office, he told him, "You also remember to use grapefruit water to get rid of bad luck."

"What's wrong with you." Mr. Si reopened the small book, felt the crooked handwriting on it, "what the hell."

——End of extra episode——

extra episode

Humans and ghosts have different paths.A word that was once hated by Si Yebai finally understood after he became a ghost messenger.

Yin returns to Yin, and Yang returns to Yang.

The boundaries are blurred but insurmountable.

But the truth is so, some accounts cannot be counted.

But when the aggressive Si Yebai entered the new house that Zhuang Yufeng had prepared for them, his heart softened instantly.

Hanging on the wall is the mask of that night, and on it is a Bana flower preserved by magic.

Dolls standing side by side by the bed.

Si Yebai pointed to the iron ring hanging on the wall, and bent over laughingly, "Master Zhuang, are you abusing your power? This shopkeeper can give it to you?"

Zhuang Yu watched the sky, remembering that when he first fell in love with his boss, Yebai, he even asked the head of Si Yebai's department to give him his planning manuscript.

This action made the minister think that he didn't like Si Yebai, but it wasn't until Yebai went to pick up a drunk at graduation dinner that the minister suddenly realized.

Zhuang Yufeng looked at Si Yebai who was groping around, couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth, it was very good.

Yin and Yang are different, and humans and ghosts have different paths.

Fortunately, going round and round, they were still able to walk hand in hand.

"Take me to see the flowers on the other side."

"it is good."

--THAN--

The author has something to say: sweet or not =v=

The article was published in Qingming, and the episode was published in the middle of July. It is a serious "ghost story".

= 3 =

Happy reading.