Ghost husband knocks on the door at night: Obediently marry

Cheng Moxun felt his body light and light, and his feet seemed to be touching soft cotton.

She walked forward in the darkness, without direction or purpose, just walking slowly.

"Sister." She heard a faint voice ringing in her ears.

It seemed to be a call, but it seemed to be just a beep.

Illusion enveloped her, it seemed to be in a dream, but also in reality.

Even the darkness made her feel like there was something waiting to be discovered.

"Follow me..." Di Nei turned into a somewhat clear sentence: "Go on, let's go..."

Cheng Moxun's eyes were a little out of focus, and she didn't know if her consciousness was still there.

She knew what she was doing, but there was nothing in her heart about it.

That voice calling her, strange yet familiar, who is it?
At the same moment, in a lounge at the backstage of the C City Grand Theater, the sleeping Shan Ze suddenly frowned.

He was lying on a simple cot made of several large wooden boxes, covered with a thick blanket.

There was sufficient heating in the lounge, but for some reason, he curled up and shivered.

The chandelier above the head flickers on and off at this moment.

The unstable light flickered on his face, making his frown worse.

Patrol personnel walked by outside the door, and the beam of the flashlight flashed through the crack of the lounge door.

No one knew, just one door away, the popular star Shan Ze was sleeping there.

The phone screen on the dressing table flickered on and off, and the name on the caller ID was "agent".

Just from the number of missed calls, it can be seen how impatient the agent is.

Shan Ze was completely unaware of this.

He was immersed in his dreamland, unable to escape.

"Brother..." He saw darkness in front of him, but then it gradually became brighter.

The wide and huge stage, coupled with a more luxurious auditorium.

He heard the applause, and countless single flowers were thrown onto the stage like ribbons falling from the top of his head.

I can't see the expressions of the audience clearly, they are too far away from me.

The partners of the troupe embraced each other and waved their arms excitedly towards the auditorium.

But no one hugged him, no one wanted to cheer with him.

Shan Ze stared blankly at the crowd around him, feeling as if he had been abandoned.

But he still forced a smile and bowed deeply to the audience.

The moment I stood up straight, all the noise and cheers disappeared.

In front of them were blinding flashing lights and a large number of reporters whose number could not be detected visually.

"Shan Ze, I heard that you have a hype contract with a dating show, is it true?"

"What do you think of the comments on the Internet criticizing the bad drama "Landuo"?"

"There are rumors that there is discord within the troupe. Do you hate any troupe members?"

……

Countless sharp and piercing questions buzzed in my ears.

Shan Ze felt cold sweat on his back, he looked around, hoping that his manager would come forward to solve it.

He was disappointed, except for the reporters who refused to let him go, no one else showed up.

"Shan Ze, you killed your brother, right?"

Suddenly, a different question came to his ears clearly.

Shan Ze was stunned for a moment, facing the flashing lights that kept blurring his eyes, but he couldn't find the person who asked the question.

How could anyone know...

"You killed others in the early years, and it was your brother who took the blame for you, right?"

The voice continued, still very clear and calm.

Shan Ze became flustered and shouted at the reporters: I didn't!

He couldn't make a sound, so he could only keep opening his mouth wide, looking at the dark crowd, holding up the microphone to almost cover his face.

"You can be famous because you depend entirely on your brother, right?"

"Where is your brother now? I heard he was killed, isn't it?"

no!not like this!
Shan Ze anxiously wanted to refute loudly, but he couldn't make any sound.

He could only watch the flashes flicker, as if he wanted to completely destroy his vision.

The reporters stood behind the flashing lights, and he couldn't see the faces of these people clearly.

How could it be... Obviously, no one knows the existence of my brother.

For so many years, he has been living well for his brother!
"I didn't!" Shan Ze finally shouted out, sounding hoarse: "Brother is not my fault! He is still alive! He must be alive!"

"Shan Ze..." Faint voices came from all directions, suppressing the noise of the reporters: "Shan Ze..."

This voice was so familiar that it couldn't be more familiar.

Shan Ze was stunned for a moment, feeling his heart beating violently.

"Don't be afraid..." The voice continued, but it had a calming effect.

His mood gradually stabilized, but he also became more anxious in his heart: "Brother, where are you?"

"How can you sleep here?" The other party's voice was a little helpless: "I don't answer the phone, I'm so anxious!"

This is……

Shan Ze saw all the reporter groups disappear at once, and his eyes fell into darkness again.

He panicked and opened his eyes.

As a result, he saw his manager Liu Yanxia sitting sideways beside him.

"Brother Yan Xia?" Shan Ze blinked his eyes, the other party's back was facing the flickering light, which made him not see clearly.

"Awake? Just wake up." Liu Yanxia habitually took out a cigarette from his pocket, and groped for a long time before he found a small lighter.

Shan Ze smelled the smell of burning tobacco and couldn't help frowning: "Why are you here?"

"Ask me?" Liu Yanxia puffed out the smoke ring wantonly, got up slightly, picked up the mobile phone on the dressing table, and threw it backhanded into Shan Ze's arms.

The phone was a little warm, and when the screen turned on, it was prompted that the battery was low.

Shan Ze deleted the reminder of the missed call, and casually threw the phone aside.

"I heard you calling brother just now, and thought I knew I was coming." Liu Yanxia turned her back to him, quietly looking at the mirror of the dressing table.

The figures reflected in the mirror all looked haggard.

"I dreamed about my brother." Shan Ze pulled the blanket up to cover his face.

"And then? Did you dream that he scolded you?" Liu Yanxia said disapprovingly.

Shan Ze didn't speak for a long time.

Liu Yanxia held a half-smoked cigarette in one hand, and stroked the stubble on her chin with the other hand: "Xiao Ze, you are just too serious."

He looked to be in his forties, and although he was an agent, he was dressed more like a lonely company employee.

"If my brother is willing to scold me, that would be a good thing." Shan Ze's voice came from under the blanket, muffled and a little small.

"When did you learn to be so indecisive?" Liu Yanxia frowned, and clicked twice in dissatisfaction: "Be careful that your father loses his temper again."

"Is my brother really dead?" Shan Ze continued with an uneasy voice, "Is it..."

"Vegetative, brain dead... Anyway, those are the reasons." Liu Yanxia stopped smoking: "It's a pity, but it's all for your own good."

Shan Ze didn't speak.

The face hidden behind the blanket, I don't know what expression it is.

Liu Yanxia dropped the ash on the ground: "You have to be grateful, otherwise you will be the one who died at this time."

"I don't have to be a star." Shan Ze finally said in a low voice: "It's okay to have nothing..."

"Heh..." Liu Yanxia seemed to chuckle slightly: "What's the use of saying such things now? You were the one who wanted to become famous back then, and you're the one who regrets it now. What do you want?"

"I want my brother to come back." Shan Ze suddenly pulled down the blanket and looked at Liu Yanxia seriously: "Can it be done?"

Liu Yanxia stopped smoking for a few seconds: "I'm going to ask your father about this kind of thing, but..."

He changed the subject and continued, "It's too late."

"What do you mean?" Shan Ze murmured, "Why?"

"I received a message that I'm going to take your brother out of that house tonight." Liu Yanxia lowered her eyes, and pressed the unfinished cigarette butt to the ground to extinguish it.

Shan Ze widened his eyes.

"You know, leaving that room..." Liu Yanxia stared straight at the mirror: "Your brother will definitely not survive."

"That is to say, he was alive before?" Shan Ze suddenly sat up.

Liu Yanxia's back didn't move at all: "It's too expensive to support you and your brother at the same time, so..."

"So what?" Shan Ze felt his fists clenched tightly.

"Your brother's extended life span will be exchanged for your future." Liu Yanxia fiddled with the lighter in her hand twice before putting it in her pocket.

"So it's true." Shan Ze seemed to know something quite shocking, neither his expression nor his body moved for a long time.

"You obviously didn't care about it before." Liu Yanxia finally turned to look at him: "Why are you so anxious now?"

"As long as he's still alive, I don't have to worry about everything." Shan Ze stared at the blanket, motionless: "I don't want to hurt him."

"It's fine to die, but it's a relief." Liu Yanxia was annoyed by the flickering light above his head, he casually grabbed something next to him, and threw it directly.

"Bang!" The chandelier above the head was hit by the metal edge, and it swayed vigorously for a while with the sudden sound.

The lights finally stopped flickering, and directly plunged the room into darkness.

"Wow, it's still a theater in C City! Are the facilities at this level?" Liu Yanxia complained dissatisfied: "Ozawa, I have advised you a long time ago not to accept this drama."

"This is my brother's previous troupe." Shan Ze spoke in the dark, his voice was unexpectedly calm.

Liu Yanxia seemed to let out a long sigh: "I really convinced you, do I have to get everything your brother owns?"

"I just want to prove that I am no worse than him." Shan Ze said in a low voice.

"Nonsense!" Liu Yanxia raised her hand precisely in the dark to poke Shan Ze's forehead: "Your father did this because he disliked your brother! How could you be worse than your brother?"

Shan Ze clenched the blanket tightly with both hands: "Is this really the case?"

In the darkness, a sigh sounded again, and it was unclear who it came from.