Don’t Be a Kept Man

Yan Yu had a long dream, bizarre, everything, but nothing was left, he breathed heavily, and struggled to get out of the dream, opened his eyes, completely lost.

Countless phantoms gathered together, their eyebrows gradually became clear, and finally a familiar face. Xun Chuan lay on him and said with his eyes open: "If you don't wake up, I will think you are dead."

For a moment, his eyebrows were extremely vivid and bold.

Yan Yu was stunned for a moment before trying to understand what was going on. He raised his hand and touched Xun Chuan's face, and then touched the missing cut in his throat. He smiled and whispered: "It's great."

Don't say what it is really good.

Xun Chuan simply thought he was complimenting his beauty, so he raised his chin and moved his face up: "Yes, right? There is no injury at all."

He was so close that Yan Yu could kiss him by tilting his head. In fact, Yan Yu actually did so. Holding Xun Chuan's cool chin, he kissed his face and paused for two or three seconds. Time left, and followed his words: "Well, there are no more injuries."

Xun Chuan felt a little embarrassed when he met Yan Yu's deep eyes. If he had body temperature now, his ears would have burned. He turned over and buried himself in the quilt, muttering: "I am better than you now... "

Yan Yu raised her eyebrows slightly: "So...?"

Xun Chuan's voice was a little proud: "You can't drive me away in the future."

"I won't drive you," Yan Yu might think he was a little stupid. He lay down again, hugged Xun Chuan into his arms, kissed his cool forehead, and sighed: "I won't drive you again."

Xun Chuan sometimes thinks about it, if Yan Yu told him frankly at the beginning, and he happened to believe it again, the two of them might live a life of fear, but they might still die in the end.

I died peacefully, because I knew the reason for a long time, so there was no resentment, and I couldn't become a ghost, and finally reincarnated.

In the current situation, although it is too difficult to come through, who can say that this is not achieved in another way.

It didn't take long for Yan Yu to lie down, only to find that he had a gray head and a greasy sweat stain on his back. After getting out of bed, he removed all the sheets and quilts and threw them into the washing machine, and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

As soon as Xun Chuan lifted his hand, a set of plain-colored sheets floated in the closet. He pressed against the bathroom door and heard the splash of water inside. He pressed his hands against the frosted glass and made a gesture of jumping in, deliberately scaring Yan Yu: "I'm here."

Yan Yu was washing his hair. He washed the foam clean, opened his eyes, and found a vague figure outside the door: "Go in if you want."

Anyway, it is not me who suffers.

Xun Chuan was still embarrassed to take a peek. His face was always thin and thick. He tapped the glass with his fingertips and made a crisp sound: "I'm going to make the bed."

The room was too quiet. Xun Chuan didn’t like this feeling. He turned on the TV and listened to the sound even if he didn’t want to watch it. Yan Yu had short hair and never blown it. He changed his clothes and walked out of the bathroom, his hair wet down. Dripping water, I saw Xun Chuan bending over to make the bed, putting on pillows after making the bed, back and forth like a diligent little bee.

The washing machine made a humming sound, and the faint smell of laundry detergent wafted indoors. The TV series that I was chasing before happened to be played back at this point. Yan Yu ordered the takeaway with his mobile phone, and Xun Chuan opened the curtains and squinted. I found that it was light rain today and the outside climate was cool, which was a comfortable temperature.

He was content suddenly.

Xun Chuan sat cross-legged on the bed, watching TV and eating the snacks he bought before. Seeing Yan Yu sitting up, stretched his legs and kicked him down: "Your hair is dripping."

Yan Yu reluctantly stabilized his figure: "Your snacks are expired."

When Xun Chuan heard the words and acted, he subconsciously looked at the date of production, and saw Yan Yu smirking again. Only then did he realize that he had been cheated. He reached the back of Yan Yu's neck and suddenly gave him a sigh of relief to make the latter. Shaked coldly.

Xun Chuan asked: "Remember, you did this the first time you saw me."

Yan Yu found that his hair was miraculously dry, and went to bed: "So what?"

Xun Chuan said: "This action is not serious and very sultry."

Yan Yu turned her back to him, unable to see his expression clearly, but as if smiling, he casually replied, "Oh."

Not long after, the takeaways arrived. They were all fast food, burgers, fried chicken, cola and fries. Xun Chuan had just finished eating snacks and was greedy again. When Yan Yu opened the Coke, he leaned forward and took a sip.

He seemed to be able to taste a little bit, and blinked and said, "It's cool and a bit sweet."

After Yan Yu heard the words, he bit the straw and took a sip, but he didn't inhale anything. Then he realized that the cup was empty. He raised his eyes to Xun Chuan, who made a mocking face at him.

Yan Yu: "It doesn't matter."

He also has a glass, and he bought a set meal for two.

The Legend of the White Snake in the TV series seems to have come to an end. Fahai suppressed Bai Suzhen under the Leifeng Pagoda. He stated that within a hundred steps of Jinshan Temple, non-monks would not be allowed to enter. Xu Xian took a razor and cut his hair directly outside the door. She shaved her hair clean with a single knife, and swept outside the Leifeng Tower for a lifetime.

The drizzle outside the window was dripping, and there were a lot of water stains on the glass windows, winding down like earthworms. Today, the temperature was a bit low. Xun Chuan lifted the quilt and nestled inside and sighed comfortably: " I like staying at home on rainy days the most."

Yan Yu asked: "Why?"

Xun Chuan said: "I don't need others to get in the rain."

The house is old. When it rains, the ceiling will be damp. Unknowingly, there will be a lot of mildew. Yan Yu is a person who has wine and is drunk today. He never considers how to live in the future. Now suddenly I understand that people are alive. , It’s very important to have a rush.

He opened his eyes and touched Xun Chuan: "In a while, let's move."

Xun Chuan looked at him: "Are you rich?"

Yan Yu put his hands behind his head and slowly closed his eyes: "I earn it myself."

Su Qing's three-legged cat kung fu can earn so much. It doesn't make sense. He can't. The warlock has a secret method to protect the Yang Qi, and it's okay to deal with ghosts for a long time. Yan Yu didn't do it before. Think about it, it's okay.

Su Qing originally planned to move today, but maybe it was because she was hurting her vitality and it was delayed for a while. Soon after, she came to Yan Yu, and Yan Yu knew that Su Qing had also opened a fortune-telling tea room.

"I have chosen a new address. The landlord said that there are vacancies there and it is close to the tea room. If you don't want to move in with me, I can't take care of it if I go out early and return late. You can help. In the shop, occasionally guests will come to fortune tellers to buy amulets, and the salary will be calculated for you."

Yan Yu can also be considered as saving Su Qing's life. She has the heart to take care of one or two. Besides, it is easier for two people to work than one for ghost hunting. They can take turns to work and can take care of business.

Yan Yu agreed without hesitation: "You are the boss, you have the final say."

He made up the previous rent for the landlord’s aunt, and then began to pack up one after another, which was completely out of order. The kitchen was half-packed, and he ran to install the clothes. The clothes were not finished yet, and he remembered that he should be a ghost. The money sword was wrapped in cloth and put aside to avoid accidental injury.

Xun Chuan sat on the ground with his knees hugged and looked at the mess around him. He really couldn't do anything. He didn't quite understand how there were so many debris in Yan Yuyi's poor and white home.

Yan Yu said, "Just collect the books once, and don't waste paper."

Xun Chuan curled his lips: "You said it lightly, and you lied to me as a coolie."

Then he piled up his hexagram books one by one and put them in the bag. Yan Yu was busy working all morning, and he was very ashamed. He rolled his sleeves to his elbows, and saw that Xun Chuan looked down his head to pack things up, so he leaned forward and kissed him. he.

Xun Chuan turned around and wiped his face with disgust: "You are all sweaty, go away."

Yan Yule was over. When the ruffian became sexual, he couldn't be suppressed. Regardless of Xun Chuan's struggle, he forcibly rubbed his face with sweat, and then kissed him **** his cheek: "I won't go."

Xun Chuan gave him a pinch.

At this moment, the car whistling sounded downstairs, and Yan Yu said: "Su Qing is here, you must pack it first, and I will carry the packed luggage."

Xun Chuan ignored him and stuffed his stuff into the bag. When he heard Yan Yu's footsteps were far away, he raised his head and glanced outside the door, and then looked at his surroundings.

This house is not too big and not good, but there are so many things happening here, and it is still a bit reluctant to leave suddenly.

There are too many miscellaneous hexagrams. Xun Chuan was afraid that there was something missing, so he carefully checked the paper scattered on the ground, and laid them together one by one, asking Yan Yu to come up later to see if he wanted to. Thrown.

A thick layer of ash accumulated under the desk, the door was wide open, and a cool breeze blew in. A small paper ball rolled in a small circle following the roller, and leaned against the table foot.

Xun Chuan picked it up and took a look, and found that it was a ticket to City X, and threw it behind him, but he didn't know what he thought of, his figure suddenly stopped, turned around, and picked it up again.

This ticket was old and a bit torn, with rough edges and corners. Xun Chuan smoothed it out with his hands a little bit, only to realize that it was the time of Chinese New Year. The car was sent to City X at 10:30 on the 25th.

And he died on the 24th...

After Xun Chuan realized something, he clenched the ticket tightly without a trace. After a long time, he sighed and sat with his back on the floor beside the bed, curled his lips, as if he wanted to cry, and finally endured it.

It seems to be a conversation long ago, but now I think of it, but the words are still clear.

"Yan Yu..."

"Ok?"

"If, I mean, if, if you know I will die that night, would you go to City X?"

"Ok……"

"Will you go?"

"Ok."

He went anyway, even if he didn't know he was going to die.

There was a familiar sound of footsteps in the corridor, Xun Chuan reacted, clipped the ticket into a book, then closed the zipper, Yan Yu walked in, went into the bathroom and flushed his face, and then rubbed his sleeve indiscriminately. under.

Xun Chuan asked, "Is it hot outside?"

Yan Yu: "Fortunately, the sweat from moving things."

He swept around and found that there were only two snakeskin bags left, and asked, "That's all, are they gone?"

I don’t need furniture. I will re-buy it when the time comes. Xun Chuan pointed to the pile of paper next to him: "Let's see if there is any use it?"

Yan Yu didn't even look at it: "No, let's go, close the door."

After speaking, he picked up two bags and walked downstairs first. Xun Chuan closed the door and turned into a wisp of soul. He flew past and climbed on Yan Yu's back. Then he asked softly, "I am not heavy? "

Yan Yu joked: "I'm serious, but you go down."

Xun Chuan shook his head and put his arms around his neck tightly: "Don't go down."