Lookout Men and Widows

"Go to bed early." Mother Jiang said with a smile, "There are new towels and toothbrushes for you in the bathroom. If you need anything else, just call Auntie."

You Ming nodded in agreement, and said thank you with a smile.

He found that the cloud of black mist had disappeared. He was standing next to Mother Jiang, but now it disappeared without a trace. Maybe he was wrong, or was he hallucinating?

Just when You Ming was about to enter the room, Jiang's mother suddenly said: "Your uncle and I have talked about it, and we will help with your father's affairs. Don't put too much pressure on you. The market is unstable now, and it won't be until the end." , who knows what it will be like.”

You Ming was taken aback. In fact, Jiang Lin was not completely wrong. There was indeed a problem with their family’s business. The You family’s clothing wholesale business used to be for the domestic market. Later, the domestic market was squeezed out, so they focused on the clothing wholesale business. In terms of export, it happens that the country has policy support, which makes it bigger and bigger.

But recently, competitors have taken away Youjia’s share in Africa and other countries, and the clothing industry in that country is also developing rapidly. Non-brand clothing production is not a technical industry. Without them, there are others , You Ming took a deep breath: "Auntie, thank you and Uncle, but I will find a way..."

"How old are you?" Jiang's mother looked at him lovingly, "This is something for us adults, you learn slowly, there is no rush."

"Go to bed early." Mother Jiang closed the door behind her.

You Ming faced this "marriage room" alone, and there were still happy words on the wall. Judging from the rough edges, it should not be bought, but mother Jiang cut it herself. You Ming sighed, and looked at the A photo on a table by the window.

The person in the photo doesn't have any expression - this is his marriage partner: Jiang Yu'an.

No one knew why Jiang Yu'an died, and Jiang's father and Jiang's mother kept the cause of his death secret.

The young man in the photo has a pair of eagle-like eyes, a tall nose bridge and thin lips with almost no trace of blood. The 16-year-old boy has no vitality on his body. He is handsome, but this handsome appearance Now it only makes his passing photos all the more regrettable.

You Ming took a shower with clean underwear and pajamas. He was thinking about his own business now, and he had already left behind the black mist that might be hallucinations. He also had hallucinations during the period when he was weakest. When I saw something strange, I just thought it was a recurrence of an old problem, and didn't think about it elsewhere.

Hot water at a suitable temperature sprayed out from the shower, and You Ming stretched his body in front of the mirror—he was very thin, and he had been ill for many years, so he hardly saw the sun, but now he could no longer see his ribs, who would have thought Was he a skeleton a few months ago?

You Ming stood under the shower, allowing the hot water to drench his whole body. He closed his eyes to get the shampoo on the side, but suddenly heard a strange sound.

"Who?" You Ming wiped his face with a towel.

He heard footsteps, very softly, but he had good hearing.

No one answered him.

You Ming opened the bathroom door and looked out. The room was empty, not to mention people, and there was no wind.

Maybe it was the aunt who walked by the door, because the footsteps were very light, it shouldn't be in this room, You Ming found a reasonable explanation, and continued to stand back to take a shower.

Nothing strange happened until he took a shower.

After drying his hair, You Ming lifted the quilt and got in. He still has things to do tomorrow, so he needs to rest early to recharge his batteries.

At this time, the night outside was getting dark and dark clouds were gathering. He felt a cool wind blowing in through the gap in the window. You Ming glanced at the window and saw an open gap, which was just used for ventilation. The sound of the exhaust fan was heard by him. It still looks too big.

You Ming turned his head and looked at the ceiling.

He pulled up the quilt and covered his head, trying to fall asleep as soon as possible.

However, his quilt seemed to be against his wish, even if he wrapped himself in the quilt, he could still feel the cool wind. You Ming stretched out his hand to grope under the quilt, ready to find the place where the air leaked, and press it down.

He groped along the edge and found the small gap at the waist. When You Ming pressed down, he felt that his hand was pressed against a piece of ice.

Ice cold, but surprisingly soft.

It's as if this is meat with the skin freshly shipped from the North Pole.

You Ming froze completely and didn't dare to move. He could guarantee that he had checked before going to bed. There was absolutely no such item on the bed. He even put his mobile phone on the bedside table.

It was getting colder inside, and the wind blowing in from the window was whistling in his ears.

His hand felt the outline of something that was being held down.

Then it was sketched in his mind. It was the outline of a hand with distinct bones, bigger than his hand, and it was the hand of an adult man.

Now You Ming could only hear his own heartbeat, which was so loud that it seemed to be beating right next to his ears, and the blood rushed to his head. He even felt a little difficult to breathe. The one with the hand moved.

The cold hand covered his very gently.

Then, that hand was inserted between his fingers with an extremely firm posture, forming a strange gesture of interlocking fingers.

Feeling the cold skin, You Ming's scalp tingled with fright.

After all, this is Jiang's family, except for Mr. and Mrs. Jiang's family, there are only nannies and aunts. No one would be so bored to do such a prank.

You Ming took a deep breath and told himself to calm down, maybe someone really came to scare him.

After doing a good job of psychological preparation, You Ming quickly lifted the quilt.

By candlelight, You Ming looked at the bedside, it was empty, without anyone or anything.

But the hands interlocking with his fingers are still there...

His eyes couldn't see anything, but his sense of touch could feel that the "person" should be kneeling and sitting beside his bed, holding his hand, as if his hand was something rare.

This is his wedding night.

A wedding night with someone who's been dead for ten years.

You Ming's brain was stunned, but his voice was calmer than he expected: "Jiang Yu'an, is that you?"

He didn't receive any response, the hand still held him with the same strength, without any change.

A pair of cold, slightly stiff, dead hands.

If I could faint from fright now, maybe I would feel much better.

You Ming thought about it distractedly, but at this moment, it has become a luxury to be stunned.

The bed suddenly sank.

You Ming keenly sensed that someone was on this bed, and the weight was not light.

Then, he felt a block of ice approaching him.

For some reason, You Ming felt that the man was sitting in front of him, looking straight into his eyes, and kept interlocking fingers with him, which made him terrified and unbelievable.

After the initial period of blank mind, You Ming had a lot of miscellaneous thoughts in his mind.

He didn't know who the "person" sitting opposite him was, maybe it was the one he married, or maybe it was some lonely ghost.

He can't communicate with him, and he can't communicate.

Only those hands were holding him tightly.

Time passed by, there was no clock in the room, and the mobile phone was on the cabinet. You Ming didn't know how long he had been sitting like this. His brain was dealing with this unscientific event. When the brain couldn't handle it, His whole body fell into a sluggish state, as if his soul was out of his body.

You Ming suddenly felt that the other party was getting closer to him, as if every time passed, the other party was getting closer to him.

The cold air was getting closer and closer, and You Ming felt that his exhaled breath had turned into white mist.

"Jiang Yu'an, is that you?" You Ming asked again, but still no one answered him.

He finally despaired.

Maybe he was like passer-by A in a horror novel. In this black night, he was disembowelled by evil spirits. The next morning, this place would become a murder scene, but no one could find any clues about the murderer.

Closer again.

Getting closer.

Even if You Ming couldn't see anything, he could still feel that the other party was only less than five centimeters away from him.

You Ming said calmly: "If you want to eat me, just swallow me in one gulp, and don't make blood and flesh fly."

As long as there is no body, his parents will think that he is still alive, and will not directly face the death of their only son, and have more time to digest this cruel reality.

The candlelight was still flickering, and the man's smile on the photo seemed a little sad.

But You Ming couldn't see him, so he didn't dare to turn his head.

When he closes his eyes and doesn't face it all.

Strange things happened.

You Ming felt something cold but soft sticking to his face. For some reason, his intuition told him that it was a kiss, a polite kiss like a comforting kiss or a goodnight kiss, with a slight Small apologies.

He thought he might be crazy.

Maybe the other party is just using something to test whether his meat is delicious and whether it can be eaten better.

And not a weird, inexplicable kiss.

This "kiss" lasted for a long time, so long that You Ming felt that he might grow old forever.

And he was at a disadvantage, unable to do anything, he wanted to get out of bed and leave the room, and in his clothes was the peace amulet that Mother You went to the temple to ask for, but judging from the current situation, the amulet was useless, Next time, Mama You will have to change to another temple.

You Ming wanted to leave the bed, and he tried, but he couldn't move at all.

It was as if the air had imprisoned him on this bed, the only thing he could do was to turn his head and open his mouth to speak.

Finally, after waiting for an unknown amount of time, he felt the cold lips finally leave his cheeks.

Just when You Ming breathed a sigh of relief and wanted to run away, he found that the cold air had changed from his front to his side, and the "person" lay down beside him, as if he wanted to "share the same bed" with him. appearance.

You Ming was silent for a while, and finally said again: "I am married."

For some reason, he felt that the "person" seemed to be in a better mood, and the chill had dropped a bit.

You Ming didn't understand why, because he was married?

Is this "person" really Jiang Yu'an?

Or is this just a special hobby group interested in "married men"?

The temperature rose rapidly, and You Ming felt that there was a stove beside him, which was still the one with a constant temperature rise, and the cold wind outside the window stopped blowing, and the room was very hot.

You Ming, who had just escaped from the icy hell, had to face the "flaming mountain".

Only the temperature of the hand holding him was lukewarm.

You Ming finally confirmed the identity of this "person", his marriage partner, and the photo is under candlelight.

But he found it unbelievable that Jiang Yu'an died when he was a teenager, and his hands shouldn't be so big. Could it be that he became a ghost after death, and his body would also grow?

If Jiang Yu'an didn't die, he should be 26 by now.

For a 26-year-old young man, the size of his hand is in line with it.

You Ming felt that he might have gone crazy, otherwise he would not be able to sit beside the "Flame Mountain" and think so calmly.

Why did Jiang Yu'an show up?Because it was also his wedding night?

What is he going to do?Is it to live a "marital life" with yourself?

That's why he pulled his hand so confidently, kissed his cheek, and slept next to him?

Could it be that Jiang Yu'an was gay before he was alive?

Aunt Jiang never told him about Jiang Yu'an's sexuality, he always thought that Jiang Yu'an liked girls when he was alive.

You Ming thought about it, but still didn't know how to solve the predicament in front of him.

Just when You Ming was not moving, he suddenly felt "Jiang Yu'an" approaching, different from just now, if "Jiang Yu'an" kissed him again, maybe a piece of his skin would be burned off.

You Ming quickly lay down, stared at the ceiling with wide-eyed eyes, and squirmed quietly to the side of the bed.

And then there's something like a glass wall along the edge of the bed, and he can't leave the bed.

The temperature of the "Flame Mountain" beside him also dropped, and soon, he couldn't feel any temperature, whether it was cold or hot, there was nothing, only the hand holding him proved that the "person" was still there, there was no Walk.

That hand finally let go, and You Ming heaved a sigh of relief.

But soon, that hand was on You Ming's waist, and You Ming's goosebumps suddenly rose again.

He felt that "Jiang Yu'an" was pressing on his body, looking straight into his eyes.

You Ming couldn't help thinking about going elsewhere...

What is he trying to do with this posture?

Do ghosts gather yang to nourish yin?

Will he be killed then?

Someone came into the house tomorrow morning, and what they saw was him lying on the bed alone. The autopsy report showed that he actually died of kidney deficiency, exhausted?

To be honest, it might as well be swallowed by a ghost.

The author has something to say: It shouldn't be scary, right?Qi Qi wasn't frightened by being so timid, so the elders shouldn't be frightened either.