Second first love

"... Do you want tea?" Lin You choked out a sentence.

"No, no, no," Comrade Bai repeatedly waved his hands, "If you have the heart, just burn some paper money."

The husband and wife looked at each other, and Yu Xiaolan immediately found the lighter, intending to quickly send the uninvited guest away, including the ghosts, one big and one small, and two ghosts in the house.

Bai Guangyan caught a glimpse of him really planning to go out to buy yellow paper from the corner of his eye, and couldn't help laughing: "Hahaha."

Lu Baichuan kicked his calf and glared angrily, "Don't listen to his nonsense."

The old and unscrupulous comrades of hell civil servants suffered from pain, and said seriously: "Yes, yes, paper money is actually useless, or you can live a Qingming here, and there will be no inflation underneath."

After finishing speaking, he took out his mobile phone: "Payment codes are popular now. Exorcising ghosts and resolving grievances, town houses to ward off evil spirits, no two prices, you can scan, Alipay and WeChat are all fine, overseas credit cards have a 5% handling fee..."

"Bai Guangyan!" Lu Baichuan was still holding the ball of "little squid" in his left hand, burning with anger.

Comrade Bai smiled mischievously and rubbed his nose: "It's just a joke, how can we really collect money? The construction of a clean government is so hot, we don't take the people's stitches. Serving the people, let's talk, what's the problem. "

Lin You said with a blank expression, "It's your family who made the whole thing happen, don't ask me."

"Infant spirit?" Bai Guangyan put on his gloves, took it from Lu Baichuan's hand, and looked at it carefully.

Strange to say, as soon as the howling baby spirit came into his hands, the heavenly crying turned into a hiccup, which stopped abruptly, and even the black air dissipated, revealing a faint bruise. Baby, shrank back and hid.

"Well, aren't you quite capable?" Bai Guangyan had a nasty smile on his handsome face, "Why don't you cry?"

Yingling hiccupped, his small face was wrinkled, and he flung himself into Lu Baichuan's arms with bared teeth and claws.Bai Guangyan grabbed the back of the neck with iron-like hands, tore open a "secret food bag" with his teeth, and threw it in, the seal was folded in one go.

He clapped his hands: "Okay, it's done. You're welcome. If you really want to give a gift, remember to send a pennant."

"This is the end?" Yu Xiaolan was stunned by the supernatural power, and said in a daze: "What about her?"

"I can't take her away." Bai Guangyan spread his hands, "Only a resentful spirit like Yingling who has no thinking ability can be directly detained by our company. She, we have to wait for her to make her own choice before we can intervene."

"What choice?" Lin You was at a loss.

"Secret." The old god Bai Guangyan raised his finger on the ground, pulled Lu Baichuan up, and Shi Shiran walked out.When he reached the door, he suddenly turned around and winked at Lin You: "Be careful recently."

They came and went in a hurry, and in a blink of an eye there was only a family of four left in the house.

The little female ghost lay quietly, and Lin Qianqian was also very sensible, silently retracting into the box.But the two had long lost interest in making love, Yu Xiaolan got up and pressed him: "You sit for a while, I will clean up."

Lin You tucked the quilt up for the female ghost, the little girl probably had a stuffy nose and hummed uncomfortably.Lin You hesitated for a second, then raised his hand to take off her crooked mask.

The mouth and nose are crooked, and the tongue is hanging out, which looks like being strangled by life.He originally thought this appearance was terrifying, but at this moment, his heart felt a little cold and aching.There is nothing to be afraid of the dead, the human world is the Shura purgatory.

Lin You raised his hand to brush away her messy hair, and stroked her forehead naturally.Ha, why does the ghost have a fever? He laughed at himself, put down his hands, and began to tidy up the mess in the living room.

"...The latest development. Seven years ago, a vicious suicide case of a college girl made a breakthrough. The cause of the woman's suicide was suspected to be unmarried and pregnant, and the fetus in the womb was related to her tutor. Several inspection records were found in the refurbished reference room of the hospital, and the evidence is conclusive. Next, let's connect with our reporter stationed in City B..."

Lin You was taken aback, then turned around, and saw a female reporter chasing a man in a windbreaker and mask on the TV.Although the man was young and gray-headed, he was always in good spirits. At this moment, dodging the camera in embarrassment, he looked like he was prematurely aging.

He was staggered by the crowd and almost fell into a dog's shit. With an agitated expression, he turned around suddenly and pushed the nearest female reporter away.The female reporter took two steps back, tripped over the wires, and fell to the ground in a daze, her stockings were torn and blood was oozing.

The crowd was silent for a second, and then they mobilized to attack, the microphones were desperately forwarded, and the flashlights lit up.

Wen Zheng spoke indiscriminately and scolded angrily: "It's groundless, talk a fart! If you have evidence, go to the police station. If you don't have evidence, spread rumors. Fine, we'll see you in court..."

Yu Xiaolan returned to the living room at some point, turned off the power, cut off the arrogant yelling, and looked at Lin You worriedly.

Lin You's expression was as usual, and he said calmly, "Lu Baichuan?"

Yu Xiaolan was sure, and went over to put his arms around him and whispered to his ear: "Well, I also called my second uncle for a little help."

Lin You let him hold him, without saying a word, frowning slightly: "If he bites you back...".

Seeing this, Yu Xiaolan smoothed the center of his brows with her thumb, and said, "Don't worry, let him do what he wants to do with public relations, this time he will definitely not be able to turn around."

"..." Lin You held his restless hand, pressed against his cold face, and said with difficulty, "If you encounter difficulties, I am willing to testify."

The corners of Yu Xiaolan's eyes twitched, and he said anxiously: "I won't let you get hurt again..."

"No." Lin You shook his head with a calm tone, "I harmed Xiaoyun. If I hadn't evaded and taken the initiative to testify against Wenzheng, maybe three years later, she wouldn't...Xiaolan, I have been cowardly once, Can't make a second mistake."

"He...has the habit of videotaping. In the past few years, he sent them to me every year, as well as Xu Kexian. These are enough to prove what he has done." Lin You stared at Yu Xiaolan's eyes, a little flustered, and whispered, "Now that you're here, I'm not afraid anymore."

Yu Xiaolan clenched him tightly with his backhand, with a firm look on his face: "Since it's your decision... don't be afraid, I won't leave. Youyou, those things... are not your pillar of shame, they should belong to him."

Lin You blinked.I believe in the right people, he thought.

The young man in front of him has firm eyes, as if there is boundless starlight.

Zixi Zixi, so beloved!

All I want in my life is just this moment.

He smiled, raised his arms to embrace Yu Xiaolan, and in the evening sun, he hugged his lover tightly.

The consequences of angering the media can be severe.Suicides, beatings of journalists, and the Internet’s embellishments spread rapidly, and even conspiracy theorists have written articles questioning the cause of the girl’s death.

Wen Zheng stayed behind closed doors for many days, contacted the company to come forward with public relations, and the Academy of Fine Arts of B University was surrounded by reporters.At the moment when the storm was on the cusp, another heavy bomb fell.

The well-known artist Wen Mingshou has been teaching for decades, but a second victim was dug out.This time, there is a solid hammer, photos, video chat records, and even ten years of uninterrupted harassment threats evidence.

The industry was in an uproar, and the few remaining big Vs who spoke for Wen Zheng didn't dare to speak again. The angry crowd condemned them verbally and in writing, and one mouthful of spittle was enough to spray them to death.

The appearance of this victim is like pulling out the plug of a bathtub that has been dusty for many years. The rumors are bursting down, and more victims of sexual assault in colleges and universities stand in the sun. .

Wen Zheng struggled to his death, and asked others to release the black history of the student coming out at school and being probated and punished, implying that the other party's sexual orientation was abnormal, and that the student who applied for his graduate school had plotted against the law.

It's a pity that today is no longer the era of "talking about the same color" ten years ago.The Weibo trend only had time to shift slightly in the direction of "homosexuality harms others and oneself", before it was seen through by the witty people who eat melons.

The release of two soft articles titled "Bringing Misfortune to the East—Public Relations Method of Calling a Beast" and "Slut|Slut Humiliation, How Should We Treat Victims of Sexual Assault" was released, completely hammering people to the core of the earth.

Within a month, he was dismissed from the Artists Association, as a representative of the National People's Congress, and his teaching work was completely stagnant...

Like a joke, Lin You leaned on the sofa and recited the article "Public Relations Techniques Called Beasts" aloud.The little female ghost was listening with her chin propped up, her eyes crookedly smiling.After Lin You read the last word, he rubbed her head: "Is it interesting?"

Xiaoyun nodded, and her terrifying facial features softened. She pointed her fingers, signaling him to continue reading the next chapter, "Slut | Humiliation".

Lin You glanced at the content, snapped the phone shut, and said, "Little girl, don't listen to this."

Xiaoyun thumped the sofa angrily, ignored him, and turned to rub Lin Chanchan's cat head.

Since having such a cruel elder sister in the family, Lin Chanqian has been bullied enough, and now she accepts it, lying flat and letting her flatten and round her.

Old Swan, the agreed cat is the head of the family.

"Biang!" Miss Gui mouthed and made a gesture of shooting. Lin Qianqian fell back, stuck out half of her little tongue, and rolled her eyes to signal that the other party was dead.

Miss Ghost finally cheered up and snorted his white belly.

Lin You watched the ghost and the cat roll innocently into a ball, felt lost in his heart, and suddenly said, "I'm sorry."

"?" Xiaoyun asked with question marks all over his face, and tapped his phone.

"It's not this." Lin You sat beside her and said softly, "I hurt you, I'm sorry."

Xiaoyun let go of Lin Qianqian, and Fat Huamao jumped off her lap at the fastest speed in his life, and hid under the sofa.She scratched her head with her free hand, took a pen from the coffee table, and wrote crookedly on the note page: "I don't blame you."

Lin You closed his eyes and took a deep breath: "No, it's my fault. If I...you are still so young, and there are still many things that you haven't experienced, if it's not for my cowardice..."

[It doesn't matter. ] There are three crooked characters again, her tendons are not very flexible, and her movements are stiff.Seemingly a little embarrassed, she put down the pen and paper, and said angrily: "I used to write beautifully."

"I know." Lin You held her hand, lowered his head and said, "I know."

How could a top student in the art department have a skill｜狗跑字.But her good calligraphy and infinite talent were all buried in the dark and cold river seven years ago—they were the ones who killed her.

If she had lived to this day, she might have met her "Yu Xiaolan", a wife, a mother, with children around her knees, happy and happy.Instead of wandering in the yin and yang realms like now...

Lin You's nails dug into the flesh, and suddenly felt cold fingers spreading his palm.

A circle of faded old hair ropes lay in his hands, only the southern red beads in the middle were shining.

"The amulet given by my mother." She shook her empty wrist, "I don't need it now, I give it to you."