Forensic Stories: Paradise

"You didn't come back last night... So you went out to have fun with this group of people..." Leng Youyou's voice came from the direction of the balcony, and following the sound, Xia Yubing revealed his head from behind the curtains, with vicious eyes Almost could shoot a drunkard in this place.

"How did you find me?" Rubbing my sore temples, I walked into the bathroom to tidy my appearance. The pale face was set off by the bluish stubble. If I saw it in the mirror at night, I would think I was hitting a ghost!

"I found it just by smelling you..." Xia Yubing followed me into the bathroom, and closed the door behind me.

"Are you a dog?" I sniffed from left to right, and there was only a strong smell of alcohol on my body.

"Why don't you go home?" He was still excited.

"I have my own life, I have my own circle of friends, so what if I have a drink with my friends? Do I have to report to you about everything?" The hangover headache broke the strings of reason and I couldn't control it He yelled at him himself.

"Okay, let me ask you, where am I in your world?" Compared to my hysteria, he was much calmer.

I don't know if I got drunk in my head or was kicked by a donkey last night, but I actually replied: "You are nothing in my world! You are a dead ghost!"

I regretted seeing his hurt look, but I didn't know how to apologize to him, and I was right... at least not completely wrong, he is really a dead ghost!And he doesn't care about my current physical condition, and keeps asking me why I don't go home, I will be annoyed...

He lowered his head and didn't speak. I had a thousand words and didn't know how to speak. The atmosphere was awkward, and Zhao Yiting's voice came from outside the door, "Rin Yuan, are you inside? What are you shouting? Are you okay?"

"I'll go back first," Xia Yubing pushed me away and jumped out of the bathroom window without looking back. I rushed over and leaned out of the window but I couldn't see his figure anymore.

Deep uneasiness enveloped me all morning. At noon, I finally couldn't hold back the feeling that my heart was about to jump out of my throat and found an excuse to leave work early and go home, but the ominous premonition finally came true—Xia Yubing disappeared.

I searched every corner of the house, calling his name regardless of the suspicious eyes of my parents, but I never got any response.I drove back to my home in the outskirts of the city. The house that no one lived in for more than a week was full of dust, but I didn't see him busy cleaning it.

Where else could he go but these two places?By the way, there is also the Yunfeng family!

Yun Feng who came to open the door was wearing shorts and a vest, scratching his chest sleepily. He was more surprised than I was when he heard that Xia Yubing disappeared, "What?! Xia Yubing disappeared?"

"Did he hide you here?" His tall body blocked the door and prevented me from entering the house, and I couldn't see clearly what was going on inside, "You let me in!"

"He's really not here," he said as he turned sideways and let me in. In the two-bedroom, one-living room, which is not considered a big apartment, I swept every corner, even under the bed and in the closet.

Xia Yubing really disappeared, and she was avoiding me with all her heart...

"What's wrong with you two? Did you quarrel?" Yun Feng was not in a hurry, and leisurely made coffee.

I lay down on the sofa unwilling to answer his questions, the hangover headache mixed with the irritability of losing him, I felt like I was about to collapse.

"Didn't you dislike him very much before?" Yunfeng's mouth really couldn't be idle, "Isn't it right for him to run away from home now?"

"He'd better never come back in this life!" If he dares to come back, I will beat his parents so hard that they won't recognize him!

Yun Feng handed me a cup of coffee, "Drink some, your face is almost as white as Bai Wuchang, it's so white."

"Let's not talk about this, he will come back when he wants to go home," I said, taking a sip of the bitter coffee, "I happen to have something to ask you, so let's take this opportunity to ask."

"what's up?"

"Why can Xia Yubing touch some things, but he can't touch some things?"

"No matter how vividly he exists in front of you, don't forget that he is just a ghost," Yun Feng said, "People have good and evil, and things have good and evil. Things with evil spirits He can touch it naturally, and he can't touch things with righteousness."

"How do things distinguish between good and evil?"

"You are really not ordinary stupid!" Yun Feng glanced at me contemptuously, and continued, "Things like clouds, rain, and snowflakes come from between heaven and earth, and naturally have a natural righteousness. No. Commodities created by human beings are exchanged for money, and money itself is evil and evil, so of course he can touch it."

"But sometimes he can't touch trees, and sometimes I can't hit him with books..." Every time I see a heavy book passing through his head and falling to the ground, I feel like biting to death. His impulse.

"Trees, these things that grow from the ground, are infused in the world and are full of aura are the most difficult to distinguish between good and evil. This should be done according to local conditions, and the specific situation should be analyzed in detail. For books, you have to read the content of the book. The content promotes justice. Of course you can't hit him, and it's impossible for you to have some crooked books with evil spirits..."

After asking what I should ask, I don’t want to go home either. The house across the street is full of dust and there’s no way to live in it. Besides, Xia Yubing’s absence will only make me more lonely, and I can’t go back to my house in Dongcheng. I haven’t figured out how to get along with Dad Mom explained, so I said to Yunfeng: "I'll stay with you at night."

"You're changing the subject too quickly!" He put down his glass and opened the curtains, and looked at the already silent night, "Forget it, anyway, I have to go to work anyway."

Lying on the double bed in Yunfeng's guest room, I stared at the ceiling in a daze, I didn't feel sleepy after a hard day.I'm not used to having Xia Yubing by my side. At this time in the past, he should be acting like a baby with his arms around my waist, talking nonsense to me, and then eating tofu... and then...

The more I thought about it, the more irritable I became, so I simply pulled the quilt over my head, "Sleep!" As I said this to myself, I still couldn't help thinking of the man with the bright smile, damn it!Doesn't he know my temper?Can those words be taken seriously?You even ran away from home for me!He just left without leaving a letter!

However, if he comes back by himself tomorrow, I will forgive him, otherwise, hum!

The author has something to say: I caught a cold, my body was ill, so I couldn’t concentrate at all, except for wanting to sleep, I still wanted to sleep, so just over 2000 words tossed me for three days...

If there are grammatical errors, typos, what a god, I mind...

Thank you everyone =33=

[Special episode] The past should be remembered

The author has something to say: This is an extra episode of Yunfeng and that who (hey), I originally wanted to post it in two parts, but I think it’s better to post the sadistic stuff at once, and it’s also my compensation for disappearing for a few days... above!

In the middle of the night, there was a rustling sound from the roof, and I knew it was that person.He lifted the tiles, drilled into his head, and said to me with a smile: "It's going to rain in a while, and I'll bring you an umbrella."

The old house, which has been in disrepair for a long time, leaks whenever it rains, and the few wooden barrels in the house that catch the rainwater are long gone. I was thinking about getting some from the little monk who was in charge of the logistics.

"Come down," he always said, preferring the roof if there is a door. Fortunately, he is thin, otherwise this old house will make a hole for him sooner or later, and then it will not only be a leak.

He pushed the door open and entered, set up a fire and boiled water to make tea, as if he was at home, he was unrestrained, and he even scolded me, "I'm not talking about you, you don't even boil any hot water in this cold weather." Hold on, if you get thirsty in the middle of the night, get up and drink this mouthful of ice water, and you won't be able to sleep."

I ignored him and read Buddhist scriptures by the light of the fire, but he still got excited, "This is the 21st century, can you install an electric light? Every time I come to your place, I feel like I am back to the old society 70 years ago. Society still has electric lights!"

"The poor monk is an ascetic monk. If he is like everyone else, with electric lights, TV, and hot tea and rice, what kind of asceticism is it?" I told him this truth no less than a hundred times, but he never listened to it.

"You are torturing yourself!" He poked the charred dry branches in the fire, "Why bother, it would be nice to live in a Zen room with a roof and air conditioning like other monks, this broken house leaks both rain and wind, I really don't know How did you sleep at night!"

"There are no distracting thoughts in my heart, so I can sleep soundly."

The hot water boiled, but he couldn't find the water bottle, and complained again, "Why don't you even have a thermos? Where do you put the water when it boils?!"

"Just put it there," I said, pointing casually to the only table in the room.

"It's going to be cold again after putting it there!" He jumped anxiously, I looked at it funny, this person hasn't changed a bit over the years.

"You old thing, what are you laughing at!"

"I laugh at you for being brainless. Also, I am old but you are not young."

"Anyway, I'm still young in appearance, look at you, your face is like bark!"

"Skin appearance is nothing but a thing to confuse the world. When you are old and dead, you are just a set of dry bones. What do you want it to do?"

As we were talking, the pattering rain fell, and he hurriedly held up an umbrella to protect me from the rain. Of course, the small oil-paper umbrella could not cover the two of us. He hugged my shoulders tightly and held me in his arms. The top of the umbrella covered me, and not a drop of rain splashed on me.

The bonfire in front of me was extinguished by the growing rain. I heard his strong and regular heartbeat, and I felt like I went back to 70 years ago. At that time, he was young and vigorous, and I was also in my prime. .

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