【Yanlu】Ghost

The piece of yellow paper held in the hands of the Taoist that day did not fall after all.

He was born with a psychic, with a pair of indifferent eyes seeing through the two realms of yin and yang.People in the world respect him and fear him, ghosts fear him and hate him, there are few people who are as presumptuous as Lu Shaolin, and they come together regardless.

The cold touch on the eyelids was far away, Yan Yu raised his eyes and saw Lu Shaolin's dazed face.His eyes fell on Yan Yu, but it seemed that he was looking at someone's shadow through his eyes.

"Do you know who I am?" The Taoist said with a cold voice, and his heart was also chilled.

"How can you not know, you are brother Yan." The ghost put away the fleeting trance, pretending to be puzzled.

Of course Yan Yu didn't believe it.

"No matter who you are looking for, I can't remember it if I die."

Lu Shaolin seemed to have expected it a long time ago, and there was a sense of indifference in his smiling expression.

"Ah, it's rare for brother Yan to talk so much, and Lu is very touched."

Seeing Yan Yu frowning, it seemed that he was really going to get angry, and he had to become serious again.He pushed forward, and with his fingers, he took a strand of Taoist priest's long hair and brought it to his lips.

"No problem. I remember."

Lu Shaolin's voice was very soft.

I remember on the line.

You are Daoist Yan.It's Yan Shaoxia.Head Yan.

It's mine... Yanyu.

Lu Shaolin gently closed his eyes.

After that, ghosts still come every night.

If the Taoist priest is reading, a pale hand will reach out from the dark to help him turn the pages at the right time; if he is writing, the ghost will lean on the table, studying the ink absently, and look at the profile of the Taoist priest through the candlelight.

"Brother Yan, Mr. Lu is not a scholar. Although this is not more fragrant than red sleeves, it can be regarded as a green dress holding an inkstone, right?"

Supporting the table with one hand, Lu Shaolin smiled lazily at Yan Yu.

The Taoist priest had long been used to this man's indecency, and he didn't bother to correct him for calling him a concubine in green clothes.Without even glancing at the two skinny collarbones between Lu Shaolin's deliberately open neckline, he put away his pen and said coldly, "Put on your clothes."

As if what happened that night never happened.

It's not that Yan Yu didn't ask Lu Shaolin what kind of purpose he had, but he was always avoided by the other party astutely, talking about it with a sharp tongue.If he asked further, he would just smile ambiguously, "Naturally, he came to absorb the spirit of Daoist leader." Then he retreated three feet in embarrassment after being shaken by Yan Yu's casual twist.

And his sincerity was blocked by the watery light with peach blossoms in his eyes, so he couldn't see clearly.