【Yanlu】Ghost

Of course Yan Yu didn't know Lu Shaolin.

Even if Lu Shaolin borrowed his pen and scribbled his own name on the paper, he still couldn't recall that he ever had such an old friend.Lu Shaolin didn't expect him to remember, so he counted for him with his fingers, you are the descendant of Yan Chixia's family for several generations, and I am Nie Xiaoqian's great-great-great-grandson.Yan Yu knew that this ghost was not serious, and Ning Caichen should come back to life after counting like this.He just glanced at him with a cold face.The ghost immediately fell silent.

He seemed to be extremely afraid of Yan Yu, but he didn't seem to be afraid at all.The phrase "come and see you" has been thoroughly practiced, and I visit every night, but I really just come to chat with the Taoist priest.He seemed to have seen a lot of things in the world before his death, and when he talked about fireworks in the world, it was more lively and lively than the script.

Yan Yu's nature is indifferent, and he has always been indifferent to the scenery of the world, and occasionally he will be a little interested when he hears a dead man talking like a lotus flower.Seeing that Lu Shaolin didn't have any malicious intentions, and he wasn't the one to drive them all out, he didn't drive them away anymore.It's just that Yan Yu was born with few words, and Lu Shaolin often became cold when he talked alone.

Lu Shaolin didn't mind, as if he had already gotten used to it.His nose was full of ashes when he bumped into a wall, and his eyebrows were still full of peach blossoms.

Sometimes Lu Shaolin didn't know what to say, so he pursed his lips and leaned on the table to watch Yan Yu making the talisman.

The cinnabar was finely ground, soaked in water, and painted stroke by stroke on the cursed yellow paper.Yan Yu is a cautious person, very serious when drawing talismans, and the posture of holding the pen in his white and slender hand is very beautiful.When I wrote, I lowered my eyes, and the thick eyelashes seemed to be poking at the ghost's chest, itching.

"I want to kiss you."

He spoke suddenly and without end.

The candle flame flickered.

Yan Yu didn't react much, the last stroke of cinnabar on the yellow paper was dragged by him for a long time.

He finished chanting the mantra in his heart, held the new talisman with his hand, and raised his eyes.

"Want to try?"

"Don't dare dare!" The ghost straightened up immediately, as if he was afraid that the talisman would fall and make him lose his soul.

Seeing that the Taoist priest didn't make any further moves, he smiled and argued again.

"Look, everyone in the world says I'm a prostitute, and Brother Yan is so beautiful, if you don't do something to prove your crime, you will be wronged."

Yan Yu quietly looked at Lu Shaolin, and said: "There is a better way to pass the breath."

Lu Shaolin was stunned for a moment, then laughed: "You...how come you still don't understand anything."

He didn't do it to save energy, he didn't do it to return Yang, it was just...

"Brother Yan, if you hate it, just use that talisman. Let Lu... die a worthy death."

The ghost smiled wryly, and then he really came closer.The cold breath also hit the Taoist priest's shoulders.

The hand holding the talisman paper tightened.

Lu Shaolin seemed to be afraid of something, the kiss did not land on Yan Yu's lips in the end, but landed on his eyelids.

Gently, coolly, like a low sigh.

In the narrow room, the candles were dimly lit, and the silhouettes of a person and a ghost were surrounded, appearing extremely gentle and vague.But only the elongated shadow of the Taoist priest was reflected on the wall, his head slightly raised following the kiss.