die each other

Everyone went back to their room to rest in silence. Zhao Jiusi also returned to the bedroom, reached out for a cigarette, lit it slowly, and looked at Fusu standing by the window amidst the flickering sparks and curling smoke.

I don't know if it's because Fusu is indeed a fierce ghost that has existed in the world for thousands of years, or because he really has deep grievances or something. In short, as long as Fusu doesn't smile, and doesn't deliberately release his soft breath, the entire translucent figure is gloomy .He stood by the window where the sun was directly shining and his back was facing Zhao Jiusi. It seemed that even the sun was afraid of him, and he couldn't penetrate the translucent figure, nor could he penetrate the faint black mist around the figure.

"Fusu, what exactly do you want?" Zhao Jiusi asked softly.

Fusu smiled lowly, turned to look at Zhao Jiusi, and for a moment, it seemed that the gloom around him had faded a lot. He was like a gentleman who walked out of a famous classical painting, a bright pearl in the world, and every time we met before, he must have kept flowing The dark red blood-stained neck has long since recovered. The slender neck is slender and thin, and the flaws and scars are perfectly invisible.Without the disgusting bloodstains, the person in white clothes became more ethereal, not like a ghost, but like a fairy who has fallen into the world.

"What? You want to get rid of me so much?" Fu Su Piao approached Zhao Jiusi, "You went to the Imperial Tomb to restore your memory, right? So you can find out my weaknesses and deal with me? Make me disappear?"

"Almost." Zhao Jiusi smashed out the cigarette in his hand, and looked at Fusu faintly, "Or you can tell me what you want now? After fulfilling your wish, I will send you away to reincarnation or something, you It bothers me so much.”

"What do I want? Hehe..." Fusu approached Zhao Jiusi and said softly, "Don't you know? I want you..."

Zhao Jiusi raised his head to avoid it, and said decisively: "Impossible!"

"Is it impossible for you to give it to me, or is it impossible for me to want you?"

Zhao Jiusi avoided this topic, and continued: "The bloody red line on your neck is the wound left by suicide, right? It stands to reason that it can't be cured. Although you are a thousand-year-old ghost, the fatal death wound will still happen. It stays deeply in the soul and cannot be removed, otherwise it will not be allowed to exist for thousands of years. Why is it better now? Is it because I answered your question?"

Fusu smiled wryly, and stretched out his hand to touch Zhao Jiusi's face, "You guessed right." The heart disease still needs to be healed, the wound on the heart is healed, the whole body is relieved, and the wound on the neck should naturally be healed as well.

"Your second question is 'Have you ever loved me', will you leave as soon as I find the answer to this question?" Zhao Jiusi looked up deeply into Fusu's eyes. "Even if I tell you now, I love you, it's useless, right? I have to retrieve my memory and tell you, 'I love you' before you can fulfill your wish and leave willingly?"

"That's right..." Injury and loneliness flashed across Fusu's face in an instant. He knelt down in front of Zhao Jiusi, leaned his head gently on Zhao Jiusi's knee, put his hands around his back, and said softly: " I have to say it myself, I am willing... Even if the answer I get is that I have never loved, I will keep my promise to leave you, let you go, and never pester you again."

Ghosts can't cry, the only thing that can flow out of the eyes is blood when they are so sad, Zhao Jiusi looked down at the thousand-year-old ghost lying on his lap, he couldn't see if he was crying, but his heart was pulled up in an instant , eyes sore, almost tears.Zhao Jiusi didn't know if it was his own feelings, or the sadness that came from Ying Zheng deep in his soul.

He couldn't control his trembling hands, and gently put them on top of Fusu's head, saying: "Su'er... don't cry..." He blurted out, and just as the words came out, Zhao Jiusi and Fusu froze at the same time.

Zhao Jiusi stood up abruptly, pushed Fusu away, and stared at his hand as if frightened.Because Fusu didn't react, he was pushed to the ground by Zhao Jiusi. When he realized what Zhao Jiusi said just now, the undried blood and tears flowed down in an instant. He sat up, hugged his legs, and buried his head On the knee, crying silently, crying like a child who has been wronged all the time, crying until Zhao Jiusi is at a loss, crying until Zhao Jiusi is upset, crying so much that Zhao Jiusi is in pain.

Zhao Jiusi closed his eyes, walked up to Fusu and sat down, and said hesitantly, "You...don't cry..."

Fu Suli ignored him, and cried on his own. All the loneliness and grievances of 2000 years were vented by him at this moment. years old, trapped in that small place for 2000 years!

"Hey..." Zhao Jiusi stretched out his hand to hug Fusu in his arms, and the young boy's thin chest pressed tightly against the lonely ghost, trying to give this cold soul some comfort. "Humans and ghosts have different paths. When you fulfill your wish, I will send you to reincarnation. You can come to me in the next life, okay?"

"it is good."

Fusu answered in a hoarse voice, then leaned on the young man's thin chest and thought: It seems impossible for me to have an afterlife...