There is a sick girl before and a ghost after

The boy kept running forward without hesitation, but he was short and nimble, so he was not caught by the strange tree. When he finally stopped from exhaustion, the strange trees around him had disappeared, and a house could be vaguely seen in front of him. .

Just now the boy was shrouded in fear and didn't care to look around, but Wen Yuran clearly saw that there were fewer and fewer strange trees on the road to this side, and the last few trees he met were just instinctively waving their branches at the boy, but they seemed to be Fearing something, it only stretched out a short distance before retracting it again.

Wen Yuran looked at the house not far ahead again. Are those strange trees afraid of this house?

This architectural style is a bit strange, somewhat like an ancient temple, but this house is not the same as a temple. It can't be said to be dilapidated from the outside, but it can make people feel very old and ancient at a glance, without the solemnity of a temple. The feeling of tranquility is, on the contrary, eerie.

After watching all kinds of modern ghost movies, if it was Wen Yuran who chose now, he would rather just sit here like this, neither going in nor leaving, staying until dawn before finding a way out.But when he was a child, he didn't think so much. The first impression he saw when he saw the house was that someone was there, so he ran in very happily.

Sadly watching this brat version of himself run into a house that looked like it was going to be haunted, Wen Yuran really hoped that his parents would break his leg with a stick when he was running around the mountain.

From the outside, I knew that the room was not big, but after entering, I found that the inside was more straightforward, even the rooms were not separated, and the whole room could be seen with a casual glance, and then he was a little scared.

It doesn’t matter if the light is very dark, it can be seen from the outside, but don’t want to make it so deserted, let alone the furniture, as far as the eye can see, there is nothing else in the room except a wooden bed and a small broken wooden table No.

It's okay if it's just that, but there is a boy sitting on that bed, who looks a few years older than the boy, with black hair that has grown to the shoulder blades, wearing a white dress that looks like an ancient mourning dress, hanging on his waist. A green silver-patterned double-ringed pendant, the strange thing is that there is a long strip of yellow paper on the pendant, which is a bit like a talisman. A pair of dark eyes stared straight at the boy who walked in, beautiful There was no expression on the little face.

Wen Yuran's first reaction was that this young man was also a ghost, otherwise how could a boy of this age live in a haunted forest dressed like this?But the plot of this dream is really long enough, and I don't know when it will end.

Ever since he was a child, he was often called a bastard by his friends, and now Wen Yuran thinks so too. He just watched himself rushing to the boy excitedly, and said very familiarly: "Do you live here? ? The trees outside have become so strange, can you tell me how to get back to the village?"

Look at this courage, this nerve is so rough, Wen Yuran simply admires himself when he was a child, although such a character usually does not live for half an hour in horror movies.

He reckoned that this ghost boy might have never seen such an idiot before, so he must have found it strange that he actually answered his question: "Can't get out."

"Ah? I can walk in, why can't you go out?" The boy asked confusedly. Before the boy could answer, he slammed the bed and suddenly realized, "So you got lost here too? Then Let's find a way together, don't be afraid, I will accompany you, I am amazing!"

The feeling is to treat this ghost boy like those little girls who are afraid of the dark.Not to mention, this ghost boy has long hair, and he can't see any boobs at a young age, and his voice still retains the neutrality of a boy. Although his face looks a bit masculine, Wen Yuran is really not. I'm sure that the ghost boy looked at him in confusion, blinked his eyes, and his voice was still the same as before, perhaps because he hadn't spoken for a long time, his voice was dry and hoarse, like a dead person: "We, all out don't go."

Wen Yuran felt that this ghost boy was very serious and wanted to tell him that this place was haunted by ghosts, so he couldn't get out, but when he was a child, he thought that the other party was afraid of the dark and dared not go out. Thinking of his mother teaching men to learn to be considerate of others, he thought He patted the boy particularly great: "Then I'll stay with you until morning, and we'll go back together when it's dawn."

"Accompany... me?" The boy blinked again, "What, what do you mean?"

"It's just that we stay together all the time." The boy said naturally, "If you can't sleep, let's chat. Why are you wearing this kind of clothes? Isn't it hot?"

"It's the rules."

"Your family rules are weird." The boy muttered in a low voice, decided to skip this question and introduce himself: "My name is Wen Ran, what's your name?"

Wen Yuran was stunned for a while when she heard that she had reported this name, and then she remembered that she had indeed been called this name when she was a child, but later her grandma insisted on changing it, so she changed it to the current one.

The ghost boy stared blankly at the boy for a long time, as if he was trying to remember his name, before he answered jerkyly: "Qianlang."

This name is really not grounded at all, and the boy repeated it stupidly: "Thousand wolves? The wolf from the big bad wolf?"

"It's a description, a voice." Blinking, the ghost boy explained while shaking his head.

This explanation can't even be understood by Wen Yuran now, let alone him who is still young, the two of them have been entangled with the word "Lang" for a long time, and the pale face of the ghost boy is so anxious that it turns red.

Apparently the boy was also very guilty about this. At this moment, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and he hurriedly suggested: "Why don't you write it down, so that I know which word it is!"

His eyes lit up, and the ghost boy bent down and took out a small knife with the length of an adult's palm from under the bed. Wen Yuran's back shivered at the sharp blade, but the next second he watched in amazement as the ghost boy cut his face with the knife. He cut the tip of his index finger, then put the knife back under the bed, and carefully wrote the character "Lang" on the back of the other hand with the fingertip dripping with blood.

Before that, Wen Yuran really didn't know that this word was used to describe the sound, but now the point seems not to be here, but this ghost boy is too domineering, right?Is it really okay to just write a word and go directly to the blood book?

The boy was also shocked. The teacher didn't teach this word, so he didn't know it. But seeing the bloody finger of the ghost boy, he quickly grabbed that hand and put the injured fingertip into his mouth.

Qian Lang was obviously taken aback, his expressionless face finally showed a trace of panic, and he wanted to withdraw his hand, but the boy grabbed him tightly.

Wen Yuran was so sad that he wanted to cover his face. Although this was a dream, was he really stupid enough to take the initiative to lick a ghost's wound when he was a child?Really not poisonous?

Qian Lang was merciless when he cut his own finger. Although the wound was not deep, it was not the kind of scratch that just broke the skin. The boy felt like vomiting because of the bloody smell in his mouth. , and then took out Qianlang's finger with a tangled expression: "Grandma told me this can stop the bleeding. Why did you cut your own finger, doesn't it hurt?"

"Writing."

"Then you can write on the ground with the knife just now." The boy pouted, "And why are you talking intermittently? And it's so boring, don't you like talking to me?"

"not me……"

Qian Lang was flustered and wanted to explain, but couldn't express what he meant.Fortunately, the boy didn't care too much, and soon suggested enthusiastically: "Then let's play a game, how about playing house?"

I feel very frustrated because of my ability to express, so even though Qian Lang doesn't understand what playing house is, Qian Lang just nodded this time in agreement.

"I'll be an older brother, you can be my younger sister!" Regarding Qianlang's gender, there was still a misunderstanding, the boy said happily.

Tilting his head slightly distressed, Qianlang whispered, "I can't have... brother."

"Then I am father and you are daughter?"

"Neither."

After being rejected several times in a row, the boy racked his brains and continued to propose: "Then I will marry you, how about you becoming my wife?"

Wen Yuran wanted to slap himself for his mother again, and it's fine if he didn't figure out the gender of her until now, what kind of play house, parents, isn't this a joke?

He thought sadly and indignantly: I never thought that when I was a child, I was a good hooligan, and even molested an underage male ghost.

Fortunately, this ghost boy was not annoyed by him, but he lowered his head guiltily, and his voice was so soft that he could hardly hear him: "You can't...marry me."

Now the boy was completely discouraged, and asked listlessly: "Why can't you do it? Then what do you want to play?"

The boy's disappointment was beyond words, the ghost boy looked at him in a daze, and whispered: "Then... you can be my master."

From the moment he uttered this sentence, Wen Yuran's vision gradually became blurred, and the voice from his ears was no longer clear. The last thing he could see was only his young self nodding in agreement. Then Qian Lang showed a small smile, pointed to the ring around his waist and said something.

The world fell into darkness and silence.

small theater:

Qianlang's Five Principles of Peaceful Coexistence:

Everything the master says will become an established fact

What the master likes belongs to the master

Everything that is a threat to the owner must be destroyed

People are divided into two types, masters and those who can kill

Forbid the second type of people to have unreasonable thoughts about the master